After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Sure enough, when he rushed to Yan Mansion in a hurry, he saw from a distance that Yan Mansion was surrounded by dark clouds covering the sun and demonic aura soaring into the sky, and amidst the dark demonic aura, he saw at a glance a person dressed in white, with hands in his hands. Holding the Seven Stars, Yan Zhilan was standing right in front of the Demon Gate.

Qi Jing's tense nerves finally eased, he was slightly relieved, and Yu Jian flew towards him.It's just that Yan Zhilan didn't touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, as if he had noticed something, he turned his head and glanced here.Seeing that it was Qi Jing, he immediately frowned and said two words to him silently: "Go back!"

Qi Jing was instantly angry, and said in his heart: No way!If you tell me to go back, I'll go back, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me!

With a sigh of relief in his heart, he rushed towards the opponent sullenly.

Unexpectedly, before Yan Zhilan touched the corner of his clothes, he was smashed by an inexplicable great momentum. He was so dizzy that he almost fell off the Nine Sages, and he retreated several meters before stabilizing his figure.

Yan Zhilan's expression finally moved slightly, his brows were faintly impatient, and he said, "I told you to go back, can't you hear me?"

Qi Jing was furious, wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and roared back not to be outdone: "I told you not to come, did you hear me!"

Yan Zhilan couldn't help being startled when he heard this.

Regardless, Qi Jing continued to scold: "You were the one who told me to wait for you before, but now you are the one who told me to forget you. It's up to you to do anything together. In your heart, what am I? Kitten Puppy or something you let you throw away at will?" He finished speaking in one breath, feeling both happy and wronged, his eyes were filled with tears unknowingly, he wiped his face indifferently, and said viciously, "I Tell you Yan Zhilan! I am the king of this great moon, I am the king, you are the minister, you - you have to listen to me!"

Before he finished speaking the last word, he mustered up all his energy and rushed towards the magic gate again.

Although he was ready to be hit on the head by that momentum again, Qi Jing was still suffocated when the momentum hit, and he almost couldn't hold his breath.Between him and Yan Zhilan, there seemed to be an invisible and thick barrier. They could only see each other, but they could never touch each other.

Qi Jing finally noticed something was wrong at this moment.He stood one step away from Yan Zhilan and asked him, "Why?"

Why can Yan Zhilan get in but he can't?

Yan Zhilan looked at him steadfastly, and after a while, said softly: "Don't waste your energy, you won't be able to get in."

Qi Jing asked persistently, "Why?"

What is wasting effort?Why can't he get in?

Yan Zhilan didn't answer, but turned to look at Momen.

Qi Jing followed him and looked over, the Jun Gui Ling sword that suppressed the Demon Sect rustled, and the spiritual body of Qi Yiwei, the ancestor of the Qi clan, became weaker and weaker, almost invisible.

Behind the demon gate, thick black mist and demonic aura entangled it one after another, as if something terrifying was about to break through the shackles, and it would come out when the time was ripe.

Qi Jing was stunned for a while, and murmured: "What is this?"

"The seal of the demon gate is about to fail." Yan Zhilan's voice came to his ears, and the words were clear: "I temporarily sealed this place with the magic breath, but it won't last long. You go back, don't try to be brave .”

"Brave?" Qi Jing was furious when he heard that, and sneered, "Who is it now? Yan Zhilan, since you can do it, why can't I do it? You are too underestimated." me."

Yan Zhilan shook his head slowly at him: "It's not that I look down on you. Qi Jing——" He seemed to sigh, but soon the sigh drifted away in the gradually rising magic fog, without a trace.

He looked at Qi Jing, his eyes were as calm as ever, neither sad nor happy, but what he said made Qi Jing almost heartbroken.

Yan Zhilan said calmly, "Qi Jing, I've already been possessed."

Qi Jing's first reaction was that he was lying to him, and he retorted subconsciously, "Impossible! You are still conscious." If you are possessed, how can you stand here and talk to him soberly?

Yan Zhilan glanced at the dark sky, then turned his gaze to the demonic gate, and said lightly: "You should know that after the blood of the gods and demons is awakened, if there is no suppression of the blood of the descendants of the gods, it will soon be It will be controlled by the blood of the devil and become a complete monster."

"But you're not..." Qi Jing said in disbelief, "I..."

Yan Zhilan knew what he wanted to say, and said: "It's too late, the magic gate has lost its seal, and the demon king is about to appear in the world. Even the blood of the descendant of the gods can't suppress my demon nature."

Qi Jing stared at him, as if he had made up his mind, and hurriedly shouted: "Yan Zhilan! Let me in first! Let me in!"

"Boom--"

A series of thunderclaps suddenly sounded in his ears, startling Qi Jing so much that his ears were ready to feed.

It was the voice from the Demon Gate.

Qi Jing and Yan Zhilan looked at the Demon Gate together. The Demon Gate was crumbling amidst the lightning and thunder.

Both of them changed their faces at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Jing felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Yan Zhilan's figure instantly disappeared in front of him, turning into a stream of light and rushing straight towards the magic gate.

"Yan Zhilan!"

Qi Jing yelled, slammed into the barrier left by Yan Zhilan without knowing the pain, roared angrily while bumping: "You let me in!"

I don't know how many times I bumped into it, and it made him dizzy, and finally a crack appeared in the invisible barrier.

Qi Jing was overjoyed immediately, and concentrated his energy to give it the final blow.Unexpectedly, this time, he exhausted all his strength but came to nothing.

The barrier quickly cracked inch by inch in front of him, and quickly turned into dust and dissipated in the air.

At the same time, Qi Jing heard noisy voices coming from below, like boiling water in a pot.

He didn't have time to see what was going on, all he could see was Yan Zhilan's figure rushing towards the magic gate, followed closely without hesitation, and rushed in the direction of the magic gate.

"boom--"

As soon as Qi Jingfu approached the magic gate, he was bounced away by a powerful spiritual pressure, and fell from the Nine Saints like a kite with a broken string, rolling to the ground.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his internal organs were burning with pain, his ears were buzzing, and even his vision became blurred.There seemed to be countless people yelling in his ears, making him restless.

Someone shouted: "Is that the son of the Yan family? He..."

"It's the son of the Yan family! I've seen it before! It's him!"

"Oh my God! How could he..."

……

Qi Jing had a severe headache and was lifted up from the ground, Mo Zhi's cautious voice came from above his head: "Your Majesty—"

"A Jing!"

Nangong Ziyi pushed away the crowd and took him from Mo Zhi with an anxious voice: "Ah Jing, how are you?"

"I—" Qi Jing opened his mouth, and spat out another big mouthful of blood, "Where's Yan Zhilan?"

Nangong Ziyi didn't make a sound, Qi Jing struggled to grab his sleeve and said angrily, "I'm asking you, where is Yan Zhilan!"

After asking several times in a row, Nangong Ziyi finally had a response, he said shyly, "Ah Jing, my condolences..."

"Why should I mourn?" Qi Jing pushed his hand away, stood up staggeringly, trying to identify the direction of the magic gate, stumbling and trying to walk there.Grabbed by Nangong Ziyi, "Ah Jing! Calm down! Yan Fanzhi has already died for the Demon Sect!"

Qi Jing suddenly stopped, his eyes were spinning for a while, he turned his head, Nangong Ziyi was reflected in his blurred vision, and asked word by word: "What did you say?"

Nangong Ziyi said with difficulty: "I say, Yan Fanzhi, Yan Zhilan, he died as a martyr!" After finishing the most difficult sentence, it seemed that it was not so difficult to say the rest. Qi Jing's arm stretched out a hand and pointed to him, "Open your eyes and take a good look! That spirit sword in front of the demon gate! Can you see it clearly? That spirit sword is Yan Zhilan!"

Qi Jing closed her eyes, shook her head, and her vision gradually became clear.

The spirit sword of the ancestor Qi Yiwei had been shattered long before he was conscious, and now there was a towering spirit sword inserted right in front of the demon gate, and the light that he was very familiar with flowed around the spirit sword. The fierce sword energy instantly strangled the monsters that tried to pass through the demon gate, and the demon breath on the demon gate was gradually receding.

Qi Jing supported the Nine Sages to stand up, trying to find Yan Zhilan's figure in the familiar sword energy.

After a long time, the flame called hope in his heart was extinguished little by little, and gradually turned into ice-cold water, submerging his whole body and making him unable to breathe.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Nangong Ziyi hurriedly shook his shoulders to wake him up: "A Jing! You look back at me! Look at so many people behind you! As the king of Dayue, how could you give up because of your own personal interests? All living beings and common people?! Ah Jing! Be sober!"

Qi Jing slowly opened his eyes and turned his head stiffly.

At some point, there were countless people standing behind him, including ordinary monks, nobles from aristocratic families, old and weak women and children, and young adults... Although each of them was covered in dust, There were even tears on his face, and when he saw him looking over, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Qi Jing's eyes skipped over them one by one, and finally fell on Mo Zhi who was a few steps away from him.

Mo Zhi was ashamed, lowered his head and whispered, "Your Majesty, it's Mo Zhi's fault, you should punish Mo Zhi!"

Qi Jing swallowed a mouthful of blood, shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Mo Zhi still didn't dare to raise his head: "Besides this, Mo Zhi has done another thing so boldly that I invite you, Your Majesty..." He paused, seeing that Qi Jing didn't mean to blame him, and continued, "King capital Falling into chaos, I couldn't find your lord, so I issued an order as your lord, ordering monks from all over the country to come and guard the capital, I..."

"You did a good job." Qi Jing wiped the blood from his lips, paused his gaze on Luo Yangsheng and Jin Zhu behind him, nodded at them, and said, "It's a great job. "

Luo Yangsheng and Jin Zhu looked at him worriedly.

Qi Jing pushed Nangong Ziyi's hand away bit by bit, smiled apologetically at him, and said, "Cousin, I'm sorry." Before Nangong Ziyi could react, he resolutely raised the Nine Sages and threw himself at the Demon Gate .And closely behind him were the masked twelve guards of Bi Fang.

"A Jing!"

Nangong Ziyi's heart-piercing cry came from behind, a smile appeared on the corner of Qi Jing's lips, and he closed his eyes: so many people remember him, he died without regret.

Nangong Ziyi watched Qi Jing throw himself into the magic gate, her eyes were about to burst.There was nowhere to release the emotions in his heart, he grabbed a person beside him and shouted: "How can you just watch him die! Why don't you stop him, why don't you stop him..."

At the end, his vocal cords were choked up, his face was full of tears, he knelt down in pain and hugged his head, and wept without image.

Crying and crying, his ears moved slightly, and he heard someone exclaiming: "Look! What is that?"

"That's...it's..."

Nangong Ziyi raised her head with tears in her eyes, and heard Jin Zhu sigh softly, "It's eternal life!"

"Is... is it the eternal life I was thinking of?" Luo Yangsheng became incoherent excitedly.

Nangong Ziyi followed the eyes of the crowd, and saw that in front of the Demon Gate, there was only Yan Zhilan's spirit sword standing upright, but now there was a slightly more delicate spirit sword.The two spiritual swords are leaning against each other, one behind the other, and the lights on the swords complement each other, like a pair of friends standing side by side, or like a pair of lovers whispering.

Nangong Ziyi's nose was sore, tears came out of her eyes again, and she murmured: "Ah Jing—"

However, in the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and forgot to cry, tears were hanging in the corners of his eyes.

The streamers on the two spirit swords were just flowing at first, and gradually became faster and faster. The streamers of two colors interweaved into a colorful light that made people overwhelmed.The dazzling aura soared up to the sky, dispelling the demonic breath that had troubled the capital for many days, and the long-lost sunshine sprinkled on the earth; and when the aura slowly flowed to the ground, the remaining monsters on the ground screamed and turned into dust before they could react, and the world was in a mess. Ching Ming.

Not only Nangong Ziyi, but also all the people present were stunned by this incredible scene, speechless.

After a long time, Nangong Ziyi heard Luo Yangsheng exclaim: "It's really eternal life! It's eternal life! I can see the scene of eternal life in my lifetime, and I can die without regret! Die without regret!! Hahaha——"

Nangong Ziyi keenly grasped the key point in his words, turned to ask him: "What is eternal life?"

Luo Yangsheng was immersed in the light of eternal life, and murmured: "It is rumored that at the beginning of the world, the gods and the devil were not separate, but one. It was not until later that the gods and demons were separated, and they would die forever. In ancient times, There is such a saying..."

Having said that, he paused.The next moment, he and Jin Zhu said in unison: "If the god and the devil are one, then you will have eternal life."

Nangong Ziyi couldn't help repeating after them: "If the gods and demons are one, will they have eternal life?"

Jin Zhu's cloudy eyes looked at the two spirit swords in front of the demon gate, and said in an old voice: "In ancient times, the gods and demons were one body, and when they were divided, each was king, and the combined power was infinite. Later, the gods and demons were separated. The situation is like water and fire. This rumor is slowly no one knows anymore."

Nangong Ziyi didn't care about gods and demons at all, he only cared about Qi Jing, and said impatiently: "So what? What does it have to do with Ah Jing?"

Jin Zhu said slowly: "The child of the Yan family has already been possessed by a demon, if he wants to survive in the realm of cultivation, how easy is it? The sky is big and the earth is big, where will he have a shelter? Suppressing the demon with his body is actually his best choice. It is also this child who is righteous and wants to guard the Demon Gate at the expense of his life."

Nangong Ziyi's forehead was bursting with veins, but she had to be patient and listened to the old guy slowly continue, "It's just that no one would have imagined that the relationship between Your Majesty and him is so deep. Your Majesty is a pure blood of God. Once the blood of the blood is fused, and there are two people who love each other again, guess what will happen?"

Nangong Ziyi almost grabbed his neck directly, making him spit out all the words in a hurry.

Jin Zhu didn't talk about it, but Luo Yangsheng over there was excited and said excitedly: "God and devil merge into one, and eternal life can be reappeared."

Nangong Ziyi was confused, and looked at Mo Zhi who was also confused, both of them looked at a loss.

But I heard Jin Zhu say: "That's right! Eternal life will reappear, and the world will be peaceful." He turned his head to look at Mo Zhi, "Let's go, let's go back to the palace first, and he will come back after finishing what your majesty ordered."

After all, he flicked his sleeves and left first.

Nangong Ziyi was stunned for a moment, he and Mo Zhi looked at each other for a moment, Mo Zhi suddenly seemed to have realized something, and quickly chased after Jin Zhu, shouting while chasing: "Master Jin Zhu, you, what you said is true Is it?"

Nangong Ziyi was left, and quickly grabbed Luo Yangsheng who hadn't left, and said anxiously, "Sir..."

Luo Yangsheng patted his hand: "Don't panic, I'll just wait with you." He stroked his goatee, his face couldn't help but smile, "After all, immortality is not something that everyone is lucky enough to see. .”

Nangong Ziyi felt that either she was crazy or these people were crazy.Otherwise, why couldn't he understand what they said one by one?

Right now, there seems to be no other way but to wait.

Nangong Ziyi sat on the ground patiently, staring at the Demon Gate together with Luo Yangsheng, not daring to let go of any movement.

A few days later, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Although all the monsters have been eliminated and the magic gate has been sealed again, those who died will never wake up again.When all the dust settles, the living still have to regroup and continue to live with hope.

The people around him left one by one, Nangong Ziyi didn't feel it at all, he just looked forward to seeing his only relative in this world again.

After an unknown amount of time, a steaming roasted sweet potato appeared in front of Nangong Ziyi.It was so fragrant that he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva after he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Nangong Ziyi blinked her sour eyes, and a little Douding appeared in front of him, holding the roasted sweet potato in her fleshy hands, and said in a childish voice, "Brother, eat."

Nangong Ziyi was dumbfounded, and patted his little head: "You eat."

Xiao Douding stubbornly brought the roasted sweet potato to his mouth: "You eat."

Nangong Ziyi had no choice but to take it: "Okay, I'll eat it." He slurred and asked while devouring the roasted sweet potato, "Which family are you from? Why aren't there any adults around?"

After hearing Xiao Douding's response for a long time, Nangong Ziyi turned her head suspiciously, and saw Xiao Douding's eyes slowly widen, then jumped three feet high, and ran forward cheering: "Brother! Brother! Brother!"

Nangong Ziyi laughed, and raised her head to see who his elder brother was, which made him so happy.

The next moment, the roasted sweet potato he had just bitten into his mouth fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Two familiar figures appeared not far in front of him.

One of them smiled and yelled at him, "Cousin—"

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