Watch Out! Danger Ahead

The voice of the huge thread-lifting demon soul came over, and in an instant, all time barriers disappeared.

Like the water curtain gently rippling, Song Qing's small figure gradually appeared in the main hall of Tiandao Temple.

As soon as she breathed, the two figures sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue suddenly raised their heads together.

The old monk's eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, and there were waves of ripples.

The helplessness and sigh in those dim old eyes faded away, as if being reinfused with vitality and becoming extremely bright.

The teenager sitting beside him seemed to have realized something, and turned around.

His eyes were already pitch black, as dim as a night star blocked by thick fog.

But the moment Song Qing's small figure appeared, the fire of hope that had been drowned in despair reignited.

The boy's body had been invaded by demonic energy, and his skin had been corroded and turned into dry bones, exposing pitch-black ribs.

In the chest cavity, a black hole with the size of a fist appeared, hanging a heart that had been stained by the power of darkness.

The heart seemed to have died, withered to the size of a baby's fist, and shrank in the black hole.

But with the appearance of Song Qing's small figure, the young man's heart revived.

‘Boom! ’

‘Boom! ’

The silent heart started beating frantically again, hitting the chest cavity. With every bounce, a large amount of black air would splash from the heart and rush out of the inner wall of the chest cavity.

She stood there.

It is somewhat similar to when we parted years ago, but there are some inconsistencies.

The demon flame spreading crazily in the midair stagnated, and as the sane recovery of the young Qi, it gradually ceased to be out of control before.

"Mother..."

The boy murmured, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

When he called out this title, he seemed to be back in the cellar of the year, becoming the child who longed for family affection and care.

"Mother!"

He was afraid that this was a scene of flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror, just because he was too obsessed with the hallucinations.

"Aqi." Song Qingxiao looked at him and called him, the hesitation in the young man's heart suddenly dispersed, and he ran towards her without saying a word.

"You came."

The aging old monk didn't know when he turned around, and said hello to Song Qingxiao with a smile, as if they were old friends who had been separated for a long time.

"I'm coming."

Song Qing's small eyes fell on the young man who rushed towards her, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile, and responded to the old monk.

The young man rushed into her arms like a gust of wind, and a pair of thin arms hugged her waist tightly.

At this moment, all the regrets, tortures, and waits were eased by her embrace.

The child who was only in her belly back then has grown a lot taller, barely reaching the position of her shoulders.

The moment he crashed into Song Qing's arms, the demon energy trailing behind him turned into a strange shadow, and it rose several feet to the ground, screaming at her, revealing the hostility of the evil bird.

"roll!"

Song Qingxiao hugged the young man with both hands, raised his head and screamed coldly at the demon shadow in the air.

At this time, she just wanted to hug the child and didn't want to hear any disturbing sounds.

Her strength has been completely restored, and after completely digesting the word'benevolence' in the Taihao Heavenly Book, her realm at this time has reached the middle level of the void realm.

But her state of mind had already broken into the holy realm, coupled with the blessings of Heavenly Slaying Sword, Silver Wolf King, etc., her aura was extremely frightening.

Following her yelling, the ice element's powerful and unusually tearing devilish energy spread out along the young man's back, freezing every inch of the devil's shadow bit by bit.

‘卬——’

The Demon Shadow was frightened, let out a scream, and instinctively retracted back, pulling away from the boy.

The frost surged upwards, instantly freezing the demon shadow into a huge strange white shadow.

But then there was a crisp sound, the frost shadow shattered, turning into countless black air and dissipating.

These scattered black air poured into the air, and the corpses hanging in the hall appeared one by one.

Song Qingxiao raised his face and looked at the group of corpses hanging in the air.

Even after 800 years, she has already seen this similar scene;

When I was isolated from this world, I also saw the enchanted Aqi offering these "sacrifices" again and again.

But when these corpses were fully displayed in this empty hall, and she seemed to see the end at a glance, a deep sigh still swelled deep in her heart.

"Ugh--"

The child in her arms gave a trembling body.

After the first meeting, the joy of getting what I wanted faded away, and then turned into boundless fear.

He killed a lot of people.

At that time, I was dominated by magical thoughts, and I wanted to see my mother with all my heart. It was like going crazy and doing a lot of irrational things.

The hidden corpses in the temple appeared, just like the ugly heart he tried to hide, being exposed to the people he cared about most!

The boy at this time seemed to be back many years ago, when faced with Song Qingxiao who might leave at any time, he was in a state of uncertainty.

Fear, panic, regret...

All the emotions were imposed on him at the same time, causing his mood to collapse.

Based on his understanding of Song Qingxiao, she would blame him and be angry with him.

Does my mother think he is a monster? Since then hate him and avoid him?

"no no……"

The young man shook his head desperately, and in the eyes soaked in tears, light and darkness quarreled.

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

In the midair, the mouths of the corpses who were forced to emerge by the black mist uttered malicious whispers.

They were affected by the black air, and this voice turned into a curse, trying to pollute the heart of the struggling teenager.

"Kill her..."

"Only the dead will not leave..."

"Only the dead will not dislike..."

"Kill her..."

Malice reappeared like a tide, and turned into a silent wave overwhelming the entire hall.

The black shadow slowly poured into Ah Qi's feet, connected with his figure, and became one, and it was difficult to separate.

Countless devilish energy surged up his legs, penetrated into his body, surrounded the re-beating heart, trying to drive away the last trace of warmth and light in his eyes.

"This world is so dark."

"Why do people need to suppress their inner self-confidence and live so as to deviate from their original intentions."

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

"Only dead will not leave."

The corpse group issued a dark curse, and a sound rang in Ah Qi's sea of ​​consciousness:

"Only the dead will be at your disposal and obey your orders."

"No...no...no..." The light in the boy's eyes gradually dimmed, and the fiercely beating heart returned to dead silence again.

At the moment when he reunited with Song Qingxiao, after the hope and obsession were reached, the devilish energy took the opportunity to invade, urging his long-repressed heart of fear to the extreme.

Afraid that she will blame herself, fear that she will not like who she is now...

I also complained, why when he fell into the hands of the royal family, the brand she made could not make her find herself.

It's just that these resentments and fears in the past were suppressed because of his strong obsession.

But when the wish was fulfilled, these dark thoughts broke out of the shell and could no longer be forgotten.

"Mother..."

"Mother..."

"Mother..."

He held Song Qingxiao tightly with his hands, not knowing whether it was because of the invasion of demonic energy, or because of anxiety that his body was shaking.

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

The corpse group roared low, and he tried his best to contend with the negative emotions in his heart:

"Do not……"

While shouting, he held Song Qingxiao's hand tightly.

Black energy spread from him, trying to get into Song Qing's small body.

She didn't let go of the boy, as if she understood his struggle at this time.

The old monk with his hands folded sat in front of the collapsed Buddha statue and looked thoughtful at this scene.

The child has already fallen into the demon, no matter how hard it is to restrain, go back to the past.

His mind has long been contaminated, and the complete demonization is only a matter of time.

This demon fetus, destined to cut off the last trace of the dynasty, was born in response to the calamity of demon energy. If a person with a weak mood looks at him, it will be easy for him to draw out the demon thoughts in his heart, and then the mood will burst into the demon.

The old monk has practiced for many years, and originally thought that he had reached the level of a monk and could resist the devilish energy.

But in the hall that day, at the moment when he faced the child, he was invaded by demonic energy, which destroyed his mind and his future practice.

If the red eyebrow monk hadn't waked up in time that day, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The old monk has been in Tiandao Temple for many years, and has long since merged himself with Tiandao Temple.

He was born for Tiandao Temple and practiced for Tiandao Temple.

Maintaining the mission of Tiandao Temple, guarding the royal family, loving its existence, loving the monks in the temple-is the only obsession of the old monk for hundreds of years.

When the demonic energy invaded, Tiandao Temple was in crisis, and the mood of the old monk was also affected.

So in the main hall, the moment he met Ah Qi's eyes, he was also corroded by demonic energy.

Fortunately, after all, he was a real cultivator of Taoism, and soon realized that he was wrong, and then made a choice, facing the current situation squarely.

He stayed here because he wanted to wait for the obsession in the child's heart, and he wanted to make a turn for the Tiandao Temple.

With the devilish energy out of control, the old monk originally thought that this line of vitality might not appear again, but Song Qingxiao came here just at this time.

"Amitabha."

The monk put his hands together and smiled slightly as he looked at the woman holding the child in the distance.

Her eyes were clear and calm, and her heart was clearly strong and stable.

She was not contaminated by the devilish energy of Ah Qi's body. Through the demonized teenager, her eyes reflected the figure of a child who was helplessly curled up in her arms in the darkness.

This is the regret left in her heart, and it is also another kind of "brand" that Ah Qi left in her heart back then-it is a pity that this child lowered her head and missed her rare tenderness.

"What's the master plan?"

Song Qingxiao asked calmly.

In fact, when she said this, she already had the answer in her heart.

Things that have passed are destined to be unchangeable.

She didn't understand why Ah Qi had such a great power after being enchanted, that she could send her back to 800 years ago, and met and acquainted with this child several times.

Everything was not like repeating past experiences, but as real as if everything happened again in front of her again.

But Song Qingxiao knew clearly that the scene before him was a real past.

It was precisely because of this meeting that the huge thread-lifting demon soul was born in Tiandao Temple, which was sealed 800 years later.

Nothing can be changed, nor can it be changed!

Although she knew it well, she felt compassionate.

"I have to trouble the donor."

Master Grief Wen shook his head, and in a moment of effort, he seemed to be more haggard than before.

"When I entered the temple, I was ordained by a master. Before his old man sat down, I vowed to guard the temple for life."

Since then, the vows he made in those years have become his firm Taoism on the path of spiritual practice.

The luck of him and Tiandao Temple have long been merged into one, and because of this, he practiced smoothly.

The more prosperous Tiandao Temple is, his mana cultivation will be able to reach the realm of heaven.

The old monk is like the soul of the temple in this ancient temple, loving everything here, the vegetation, the statues, the good and the bad monks, and the pilgrims.

When the Qiyun of Tiandao Temple was contaminated, his cultivation level and mood were also contaminated at the same time.

"So the old monk's junior can go, the monks here can go, but I can't."

He is the soul of the temple and must stay here, coexist and die with it, and never be separated.

"I want to stay here, waiting for someone destined."

The old monk raised his head laboriously, and his eyes met Song Qingxiao:

"I have been tainted by the devil's energy, and I can't do anything about it." But the devil's energy can't dissipate so unscrupulously.

It will arouse hostility in people's hearts, take away people's ability to love and tolerance, and magnify the darkness of their hearts to the extreme.

And Song Qingxiao is like an intruder from outside, "You don't belong here."

She is the obsession of the devilish young man, the kindness that remains in his heart.

A Qi didn't resist her, even because she was still fighting against this monstrous demon.

"Hope the donor to be the world and the common people, and get rid of this evil."

The dying old monk said his purpose in a gentle tone.

As soon as his voice fell, the child who had surrounded Song Qing's body seemed to have been frozen in place.

"Mother... Mother..."

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

"If you don't kill her, she will kill you..."

"Kill her..."

The endless babble sounded again, disturbing the young man's spiritual consciousness.

"Do not……"

Song Qingxiao didn't speak, but just reached out and touched the top of the young man's head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His body trembled, as if he had a premonition, and made a fine whimper.

"Mother, don't kill me..." He begged softly, mixed with a trace of despair and pain in his voice.

That head was like a wounded cub, gently rubbing against Song Qing's small palm.

The old monk was even more silent, and his figure was lost bit by bit.

The devilish energy that was out of control overflowed again, and flowed farther down the steps.

Song Qingxiao, who came from 800 years later, knew the most about the influence of the devilish energy overflowing from this point.

She had seen the female corpse who had been enchanted, had seen the village where the female corpse had been slaughtered, and had seen Zhao Liu's tragic death in the caravan.

Uncle Shan's complexion changed drastically when he mentioned the devilish energy. He said that after the devilish energy had lost control in recent years, his worried face appeared in Song Qing's small heart.

The situation cannot be allowed to deteriorate.