Just as Xie Heng thought, Jiang Bozhou could not control the overflowing demonic energy at all, and the violent emotions filled his heart and could not be vented.
Jiang Bozhou, who had lost his mind, had only one thought in his mind: to find Xie Heng, capture him, and possess him.
The demonic energy from Jiang Bozhou's body escaped and almost enveloped the entire palace. The fate deed in his hand fell to the ground, and with a "snap", he finally regained consciousness.
Yes, Immortal Lord, where has his Ah Heng gone?
Ah Heng promised to comb his hair for the rest of his life.
He took off the hairpin on his head and let his black hair hang loosely behind his back. His peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed. Coupled with the raging magic lines on his skin, he looked like a stereotypical demon king in the traditional sense.
Jiang Bozhou finally recovered some of his thinking ability, peeling off cocoons and looking for flaws. The "soul lock" he cast on Xie Heng was not broken, indicating that the Immortal Lord did not leave on his own initiative. This discovery made him feel a lot better, and the magic marks on his face faded a lot, revealing a slightly monstrous face.
Since the Immortal Lord didn't leave on his own, someone took him away. There are not many people who can take away the Immortal Lord without breaking the restrictions he set up. That person is either much higher than him in cultivation or has a high-level spiritual weapon, and the range is suddenly reduced. .
But if that person was bad for the Immortal Lord - Jiang Bozhou clenched his fists, he would never forgive himself.
After calming down all his emotions, he placed the fate deed in the storage ring and teleported out of the Demon Palace. Only then did the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace feel that the pressure on their bodies had disappeared. Those with higher cultivation levels were able to stand up from the ground tremblingly. Those with lower cultivation bases were already determined if they were still awake.
"What's going on, Your Majesty?!" After he could no longer feel the Demon Lord's aura, the slender Demon Cultivator tremblingly picked up the crushed red lantern from the ground and said to the people around him.
"I'm afraid something serious has happened." The slightly short demon cultivator wiped the cold sweat from his head, feeling frightened. Just now he felt that he was only a hair away from death.
"Since Your Majesty has not summoned us, we can just complete the tasks assigned by Your Majesty honestly." The tall demon cultivator took a deep breath and tried to calm his pounding heart.
A rugged-looking demon cultivator leaned on the pillar, using the strength to recover his limp body, but his momentum remained unabated, "Then let's hurry up and arrange the arrangements. Your Majesty is still waiting to get married! Look at how seriously your Majesty attaches importance to the wedding. , if it goes wrong, hey, just be careful with your life!"
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Wanrenzong.
Xie Heng lay quietly on the bed, and Du Qiusheng beside him had a serious look on his face.
"How is the Immortal Lord?" Lou Ming asked in a low voice while supporting his improved body.
"This -" Du Qiusheng looked confused.
"It doesn't matter if you say so." Lu Xiuheng's brows furrowed, but he was still respectful and polite.
"Then I'll tell you the truth." Du Qiusheng turned around, "The Immortal Lord's body is not seriously injured, I'm afraid there is something wrong with the soul. I am not cultivated enough to enter the Immortal Lord's sea of consciousness. I don't know what is going on. reason."
"I'm afraid that the Demon Lord did something to the Immortal Lord's soul in order to prevent the Immortal Lord from escaping." Lou Ming coughed a few times and sighed.
"Now we can only..." Before Du Qiusheng could finish his words, he was overwhelmed by the sudden momentum and couldn't breathe.
Lou Ming, who was already physically injured, immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. His whole body was propped up on his cane and he could hardly stand.
Lu Xiuheng's already frowning frown became even more severe. He had just broken through to the Nascent Soul, and he had been working hard these past few days. Under the influence of high-level pressure, the spiritual power in his body was disordered, and his face was unconsciously filled with pain.
The disciple waiting outside the door couldn't even hold on for a breath before he fainted and fell to the ground. The other heads in the room were in much better condition, but their faces were pale and they were struggling to support themselves by using their spiritual energy.
"Demon Lord!" Someone said these two words with difficulty.
Since the great catastrophe of heaven thousands of years ago, the road to cultivating immortals has become increasingly difficult. For hundreds of years, only the Immortal Master has successfully broken through to become a god. As long as someone breaks through the Nascent Soul, he will have a place no matter where he goes.
The leaders of the five major sects are all in the late Nascent Soul stage and are already top masters of the righteous path. Today, the Tao is obscure and the spiritual energy is getting thinner day by day. They have selfish motives in trying to save the Immortal Lord.
Ouyang Feng, the oldest, has stayed at this level for nearly two hundred years and still cannot find the threshold for breakthrough. If there is guidance from the Immortal Lord, it may be much simpler.
When they made their plan, they were already prepared for a battle with the Demon Lord. In the imagination, even if the Demon Lord is very powerful, it will not be a problem for them to join forces and defeat him.
Lou Ming vomited blood again, could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground. At this time, other people were unable to protect themselves and had no time to help him. Abbot Huijing of the Zen Sect held up the golden bell cover in an attempt to reduce the pressure on his body. Unexpectedly, the golden bell cover did not last for more than a quarter of an hour before cracks appeared and cracked bit by bit from the outside.
Mu Yue could no longer maintain the elegance he had deliberately created. He clenched his teeth. Big drops of sweat flowed down his temples and into his clothes. His back was already stained with sweat.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door, and the people in the house unconsciously turned their attention to look outside. Those who are at the top of their cultivation are unable to walk, let alone those disciples who have not yet mastered their cultivation, so it is self-evident who is coming.
Jiang Bozhou, dressed in red, stepped into the house, with a holy smile on his face that had faded magic marks. When he looked at the sun, he didn't look like a Rakshasa coming to the world, but like an immortal descending to the earth.
But the people in the house were not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the immortal. They only felt that danger was approaching and their lives were in danger.
This devil's cultivation level is so high, I'm afraid he is already Mahayana! If this is the case, no wonder the Immortal Lord is unable to fight against him.
Jiang Bozhou saw the person lying on the bed at a glance, and his panicked heart suddenly calmed down.
"Stay-" Lu Xiuheng watched Jiang Bozhou walking towards the bed and wanted to stop him, but before he could even finish a word, Jiang Bozhou used a spell to stop him in place.
"Ha!" Jiang Bozhou didn't take these people seriously at all, but he didn't expect them to be so bold that he capsized his boat in the gutter.
Fortunately, the Immortal Lord was fine, otherwise he would have slaughtered all the people in the world. Now, Jiang Bozhou picked up Xie Heng, his face softened a little. His Aheng was kind-hearted and would definitely not like blood flowing into a river.
He walked to the door, looked back at the people lying on the ground, and smiled contemptuously. There were no expressions on the faces of the elders. Only Lu Xiuheng's eyes were tearing apart, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
Jiang Bozhou knew him, after all, he was the son of the boss.
"What right do you have to be dissatisfied?" Jiang Bozhou's smile did not change, but what he said was confusing, "Is my thing still useful? Then return it!"
It is estimated that only Lou Ming among those present knew what Jiang Bozhou was talking about, but he had already lost consciousness.
Before anyone else could react, they saw a force pulling Lu Xiuheng. A bloody thing was wrapped in demonic energy and floated into the air, then crushed into powder in front of everyone.
Lu Xiuheng's level dropped rapidly in front of everyone, falling directly from Nascent Soul to Qi Refining.
"The heavenly spirit roots!" Du Qiusheng shouted in a low voice, unable to conceal his surprise.
Jiang Bozhou was not in the mood to stay and see other people's reactions, so he returned to the Demon Palace with Xie Heng in his arms.
When the demon cultivators who had just adjusted their condition saw Jiang Bozhou, they reflexively knelt down to salute, but found that their superiors did not even look at them.
As soon as Jiang Bozhou appeared, Xie Heng sensed his arrival. His Zhouzhou was indeed very angry, and Xie Heng was particularly worried that Jiang Bozhou would kill everyone present in a fit of anger, and hesitated for a long time between letting him kill people and hurting his lover.
But unexpectedly, Jiang Bozhou let those people go. Xie Heng was held in Jiang Bozhou's arms, feeling comforted in his heart. His Zhouzhou must have restrained himself because of him. Although there was blood in the end, no one's life was hurt.
Jiang Bozhou put the person in his arms on the bed, adjusted his position appropriately, and lay on his side next to Xie Heng. He was playing with a lock of Xie Heng's hair in his hand and looking at Xie Heng's face with all his heart.
After this experience, he suddenly didn't know how to face the Immortal Lord. The two of them lay like that for a long time. It was not until his demon cultivator risked his life to ask for permission that Jiang Bozhou suddenly woke up from this state.
Yes, yes. Today is the day when the two of them got married.
Jiang Bozhou walked out with Xie Heng in his arms, completing the wedding process like a puppet on strings. Outside the palace, there was a lot of excitement, gongs and drums, lights and colorful decorations everywhere, and all kinds of natural materials and treasures were used. According to the standards of the mortal world, the configuration of this wedding was extremely perfect.
Although the people below him tried their best, Jiang Bozhou refused to cooperate. The demon cultivators did not dare to enter the demon king's chamber, so they arranged a wedding room in the side hall. Seeing the Demon Lord walking in another direction, the tall Demon Cultivator wanted to warn him, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.
Jiang Bozhou didn't even return to the palace. He carried Xie Heng to a very remote palace. There is a spiritual lock pool in this palace, which was specially built for righteous practitioners when the palace was built at that time. Jiang Bozhou did not like to take prisoners, so the palace was never used.
"Immortal, my Immortal!" Jiang Bozhou placed Xie Heng in the Soul Locking Pond and reached out to touch Xie Heng's face.
When he first met Xie Heng, he had this face etched in his heart. This feeling is inexplicable and comes out of nowhere, but it makes people feel hot.
Jiang Bozhou kissed Xie Heng gently and finally unlocked the "soul lock".
Xie Heng opened his eyes, held Jiang Bozhou's head, and deepened the kiss.
Jiang Bozhou no longer restrained himself and let his instincts go. The numerous magic lines climbed up his body again and his face looked like he was wearing a dark mask, mysterious and coquettish.
"Zhouzhou." Xie Heng followed the lines of the magic pattern from Jiang Bozhou's neck to his cheeks, and finally stopped at his ears.
"Are you afraid?" Jiang Bozhou's eyes were red and he laughed in a low voice. He didn't need Xie Heng to answer, it was as if he was talking to himself and a silent threat.
Xie Heng sighed, "Don't you know whether I'm afraid or not?"
"It doesn't matter if you're afraid, you can only be mine." Jiang Bozhou turned a deaf ear to Xie Heng's words and kept to himself with harsh words. He put his hands on Xie Heng's shoulders and bit Xie Heng's neck hard.
The most vulnerable part was controlled by others, but Xie Heng didn't feel uneasy at all. He could trust this person with his life calmly. Although he was mentally prepared, Xie Heng still took a breath of cold air. He couldn't use his spiritual power and his body was mortal. He didn't even need to look at it after being bitten like this. His skin would definitely be broken.
The sweet and fishy taste filled his mouth, and Jiang Bozhou realized what he had done. He licked the wound, reluctantly left, cast some spells on it, and the wound recovered as before.
"The Immortal Lord doesn't know how to hide." Jiang Bozhou nibbled on Xie Heng's fingertips again, "You trust me so much?"
Xie Heng took back his finger, tapped Jiang Bozhou's forehead, and coaxed him in a child-like tone, "If you don't believe me, who do you believe?"
"Huh huh huh~" Jiang Bozhou was happy.
Xie Heng hugged him and let him move around.
Jiang Bozhou suddenly raised his head and looked into Xie Heng's eyes. The emotions inside were too complicated for him to understand.
"What is the immortal thinking?" Jiang Bozhou asked next to Xie Heng's ear.
Xie Heng felt his ears were itchy and moved uncomfortably, caressing his lover's back and patting it gently.
"Guess." The corners of Xie Heng's mouth raised slightly, then quickly returned to their original state.
"I won't guess!" Jiang Bozhou twisted a few times, but was held tightly by Xie Heng. Jiang Bozhou's mood obviously improved a bit.
Xie Heng adjusted his sitting position and let Jiang Bozhou rest on his lap. He took out a comb and combed his already messy hair.
"I seem to have been absent from our wedding." Xie Heng felt a little regretful. They didn't hold it in the last world, and this is the case again.
"Isn't that right?" Jiang Bozhou could see the loneliness in Xie Heng's eyes and felt extremely distressed. Xie Heng put his index finger on Jiang Bozhou's mouth, stopping his next words.
"Zhouzhou, this is not your fault." This is also his choice. Xie Heng combed Jiang Bozhou's hair seriously, "We still have a long time, I will comb Zhouzhou's hair for the rest of my life."
"Speaking of which, there seems to be a song about combing your hair in the mortal world. What is that song about?" Xie Heng recalled it for a moment and slowly read it out, "If you comb your hair with one comb, you don't have to worry about wealth; if you comb your hair with two combs, you won't have to worry about wealth. , no disease and no worries; comb three times to the head, you will have more children and live longer; comb it again to the end, you will raise your eyebrows evenly; comb two times to the end, we will fly together; comb three times to the end, we will be united forever !"
Xie Heng's tone was like reciting poetry, dreamy and full of expectations and blessings. After saying the last sentence, he just put on Jiang Bozhou's hairpin.
Jiang Bozhou's face was already red, and he retorted feebly, "That's what mothers in the mortal world say to their daughters who are getting married."
"The meaning is very good, isn't it? But it is impossible to have a child, but it is possible to give you a worry-free life." Xie Heng said, and let down Jiang Bozhou's newly combed hair.
"You also know it's impossible." Jiang Bozhou curled his lips and stared up at Xie Heng's smooth chin, a little confused, "Didn't you just comb it?"
Xie Heng put the hairpin into the storage ring, brought up his lover who was resting on his lap, and hugged him into his arms, "Could it be that Zhouzhou forgot what day it is today."
"I have not forgotten it!" Jiang Bozhou moved to the side and found a more comfortable angle to lie in Xie Heng's arms. Isn't today the day to get married? It's boring.
Xie Heng never disagrees with Jiang Bozhou on such matters. It is meaningless to say something that both of them know well. "Okay, I believe Zhouzhou will always remember it."
"Humph." Jiang Bozhou didn't want to pay attention to him. Obviously, the immortal already knew that he only remembered to attend the wedding after being reminded by his subordinates.
"Be good, Zhouzhou." Xie Heng closed his eyes and kissed the corners of Jiang Bozhou's eyes softly.
Jiang Bozhou grabbed Xie Heng's wrist "viciously" and said, "Has the Immortal Master not yet understood the situation? Even if I am not good-natured, what can you do to me?"
"I really can't do anything to you." Xie Heng held Jiang Bozhou's hand.
"As long as you know."
Xie Heng suggested, "It's too empty here, why don't we leave here."
"Leave? Don't even think about it!" Jiang Bozhou was originally smiling, but after hearing these words, his expression changed instantly. The magic lines that had just disappeared reappeared, and the corners of his eyes became redder.
Xie Heng didn't expect Zhouzhou's reaction to be so strong, and reached out to hug Jiang Bozhou.
Jiang Bozhou snorted coldly and pushed Xie Heng to the ground, "It would be better for the Immortal Lord to be good."
The Immortal Lord, who was dressed in white and snowy, was imprisoned in the Soul Locking Pond, with his limbs tied. He had no choice but to smile gently, and said to the crazed Demon Lord, "Why bother? I will never leave in the first place."
The expression on Jiang Bozhou's face gradually became weird, and finally stopped at an unstoppable smile. Only then did Xie Heng realize that something was wrong.
"Ah Heng, I like you so much." Jiang Bozhou pounced and kissed Xie Heng's face.
Xie Heng was not very happy at this time. He tried hard to retract the corners of his mouth, but to no avail.
Misstep, Xie Heng secretly thought, he will definitely settle the score with this Heavenly Dao in the future.
"Is the Immortal Lord unhappy?" Jiang Bozhou rubbed Xie Heng's stiff facial muscles back to their original positions. Suddenly he thought of something fun. He put two fingers on the corners of Xie Heng's mouth and pulled upwards.
Just looking at his lover's eyes that were getting brighter and brighter, Xie Heng could imagine what he looked like now, but he didn't want to talk at all.
"Can the Immortal Lord smile more in the future?" Jiang Bozhou lay next to Xie Heng's ear.
"Ugly." Xie Heng looked in the mirror when he first came to this world and knew what he looked like when he smiled.
"It's not ugly." Jiang Bozhou looked like a stolen mouse, his eyes narrowed to a slit, "Just smile secretly at me."
"Aheng~~~ Just agree~" Jiang Bozhou had an idea and started coquettishly in a coquettish voice. The sweet ending went around and around three times before bending into Xie Heng's ears.
Xie Heng's body trembled as if he was electrocuted, and he said helplessly, "Okay."