This is really weird...

Cheng Qian thought about it, and suddenly a white light flashed in the palm of his hand, passing a small arc-shaped mark. When he looked closely, it seemed to be the shape of a human ear. It only appeared for a while, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Except for the remaining burning pain and the inexplicable mark, there was nothing else unusual, so Cheng Qian had to put it aside first.

As he struggled, the large and small wounds behind him were immediately torn apart. He let out a soft "hiss", intending to meditate and adjust his breath, and to heal his wounds first.

At this time, Cheng Qian heard Yan Zhengming's voice coming from the side.

"Don't act rashly." Yan Zhengming sat far away from him, his voice was a little hoarse, "If I guessed correctly, we may have reached the bottom of the devil's valley by now, near the stage of no regrets - do you have any trauma medicine on you? "

"No, I'm not running around," Cheng Qian leaned on the ground with his keel and stood up, "What's going on? Senior brother, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just sit and don't move." Yan Zhengming said, "The movement of the Demon Slaying Formation is too loud, please use the real dragon soul when we break the formation, and Han Yuan's innocent idiot even set fire to the peach blossoms. Miasma, now that the 'Dragon and Earth Demons' desires are complete, I accidentally tore a seam from the seal on the periphery of Buhuitai, we were relatively small at the time, and we were involved."

Cheng Qian: "..."

Before going out this time, must have not read the calendar, and all the bad luck caught up.

Yan Zhengming seemed to be suppressing something, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out slowly and heavily, and weakly whispered: "It's okay, the Fuyao faction has guarded the Valley of Heart Demons in all dynasties, and the head seal is still on me, it must be There is a way to get out, you don’t want to touch the real essence, first treat the wound yourself.”

Cheng Qian's injuries were all on his back, and it was very inconvenient to deal with it in a mortal way. He moved his shoulders slightly, but he didn't feel any muscles or bones were injured, so he fortunately left it aside.

Cheng Qian didn't take the flesh wound to heart, but he felt that something was wrong with Yan Zhengming - when he was a child, he started a fight with a loose cultivator, but he was kicked in the back by the demon pestle. Why this time he was cut into a piece of blank by the Demon Slaying Array, and he became "handled by himself"?

Cheng Qian stood up and walked towards him: "Senior brother, what happened to you?"

Yan Zhengming said sternly: "I said don't come here!"

His roar was almost broken, Cheng Qian paused for a while, then he didn't listen to him at all, and strode over.

Yan Zhengming was curled up in a corner that was darker than the surrounding area. If it weren't for the cultivator's amazing eyesight, he could hardly find anyone else. The darkness made Yan Zhengming's facial features blurred. Appeared, the dark red mark was particularly conspicuous, like a gorgeous scar.

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to touch the mark: "This is... Could it be influenced by the Valley of Heart Demons?"

Yan Zhengming had nowhere to hide, so the old monk closed his eyes as if he was in a state of concentration. If it weren't for the impetuous anger in his eyes that was about to come out, it would seem like that.

As Cheng Qian approached, Yan Zhengming's brows trembled violently, as if he was enduring great pain.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist.

Yan Zhengming's palms are like iron tongs, the temperature in the palms is hot, almost scorching, the dark red marks on the eyebrows are getting brighter and brighter, like blood, dark red.

He grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, bent down in pain, and whispered in a low voice: "Don't come here... Xiao Qian, I beg you..."

It's not that Cheng Qian didn't know what "inner demon" was, but it was the first time he knew that someone could be tortured like this by an inner demon.

What was it that trapped him in his heart?

Cheng Qian watched Yan Zhengming in disbelief for a moment, although he felt that it was not good for him to spy on him like this, but at this time he didn't care so much.

He secretly said in his heart, "Senior brother, I'm sorry."

Immediately, he activated his consciousness and connected the fragments of the primordial spirit in the wooden sword.

The two strange perspectives reappeared. Cheng Qian saw Yan Zhengming's messy inner palace through the fragments of Yuanshen sealed in the wooden sword. He saw Zhen Yuan scurrying everywhere, and even the sword qi was about to move. With Mu Jianmian in charge, he still doesn't know what it will be like.

The lingering demons were like wisps of black clouds, flying up and down beside the Yuanshen Yan Zhengming was meditating with with his eyes closed, entangled with him.

At this moment, Cheng Qian saw faces one by one from the black and red demon cloud, and he was suddenly stunned.

The man in his heart is himself.

The next moment, the lingering demon turned into a wisp of black smoke and fell into a human shape. The man seemed to sense something. He looked back at the wooden sword, revealing a familiar and unfamiliar sneer, and then he slowly sighed. He walked towards the Yuanshen where Yan Zhengming was meditating, knelt down lightly, and fell on his knees.

Cheng Qian: "..."

It was the first time he knew "self" who was so pouting, and he didn't know how to react.

Under the appearance of Cheng Qian, the inner demon raised his head and broke Yan Zhengming's chin, and stared at him silently for a moment. Seeing that he refused to open his eyes, he suddenly chuckled, stretched out the tips of his pale fingers, and slowly rubbed it. The lips of the primordial spirit meditating softly: "Senior brother, why don't you look at me?"

Inside and outside the palace, Yan Zhengming's fingers gripping Cheng Qian's wrist contracted abruptly, clenching his wrist bone with a "cluck" sound.

Cheng Qian awkwardly retracted his consciousness and knelt on the ground halfway, his heart was blank for a while.

He was stunned for a long time, recalling all the clues and clues one by one, and remembering that when he asked that sentence in the Xiaojing Building, the seemingly crude reaction of the elder brother... unbelievable.

"So that demon is me?" Cheng Qian thought in a daze, "Impossible?"

Yan Zhengming bent down, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Qian came back to his senses and realized that he couldn't let him go on like this at this time.

"Senior Brother," Cheng Qian stretched out a hand, pressed Yan Zhengming's shoulder, and said softly, "Concentrate, this is the Valley of Heart Demons, don't be disturbed by it."

Yan Zhengming opened his eyes when he heard the words, his eyes were confused, and he looked at him obsessively.

Cheng Qian's heart suddenly began to beat wildly.

In a strange way, Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what is your inner demon?"

For a moment, he saw Yan Zhengming's lips twitching slightly, and the answer was about to come out.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Cheng Qian's back, and the wound was painful and itchy. He had never been so nervous in his life.

But soon Yan Zhengming's eyes became clear in the struggle. He suddenly let go of his hand and pushed Cheng Qian away fiercely... but didn't push.

Yan Zhengming's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he was tortured by the inner demon until he lost his strength. His fingers on Cheng Qian's shoulder didn't pay attention, and slipped into a stab wound above his arm. Through, and touching his hand, Yan Zhengming hurriedly withdrew his hand: "You..."

Cheng Qian didn't even look at the bleeding shoulders, his dark eyes were more intense and deep than all darkness, and the brief, sharp pain seemed to irritate him.

He said step by step: "You know that the more you hide your inner demons, the more secretive you are, the more serious it will be, why can't you say it? What's there to hide?"

Yan Zhengming: "Let go..."

Cheng Qian: "Senior brother!"

Yan Zhengming roared with red eyes: "Cheng Qian, you want to rebel..."

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Qian suddenly pushed him against the wall with all his strength, lowered his head as if he was going out, and kissed the mouth he didn't have time to close.

All of Yan Zhengming's words were blocked at once.

Cheng Qian has never been able to understand the style of his life, let alone the wind and moon. He has done a good job of seeing no evil. He didn't even dare to look closely at the fake Qing Jingjing in the scripture building. This is not even a kiss, just a touch of water. There was a "hum" in Zhengming's mind, and the three souls and seven souls were shocked out of the sky.

He gasped, tightened his fingers involuntarily, and clenched Cheng Qian's shirt tightly.

"Forgive me for committing a crime, senior brother," Cheng Qian was already nervous, on the surface, he was almost calm, and even said in a tone that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "You are going to shut me down for thinking now. However, do you still plan to clean up the portal, or just kill me? I promise not to fight back."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The fright was so terrifying that even the heart demons who were in a hurry seemed to have to retreat.

Cheng Qian's rebellious words came out, and his heart suddenly felt happy, he turned his heart, took Yan Zhengming's hand that clasped the front of his shirt: "In the Demon Slaying Array, you ask me who the Peach Blossom Tribulation should be on, the big one. Brother, if I say it now, do you dare to listen?"

At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner mansion, the inner demon re-condensed into Cheng Qian's appearance, leisurely hugged his primordial spirit from behind, and said in his ear: "Senior brother, I will give you everything you want, dare you Or?"

Between these two sides, Yan Zhengming couldn't tell what was true and what was false.

The inner demon in the inner palace stretched out his fingers, gently stroked his primordial spirit body, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I have no distractions, and I have been cultivating for a hundred years. Not happy?"

Those words were like a basin of ice water, mixed with the boundless chill in the Valley of Heart Demons, and immersed in every inch of his bones.

Yan Zhengming's face was pale and speechless.

The inner demon sometimes smiled softly: "Senior brother, you have missed me for so long, why are you so shy now?"

From time to time, he scolded coldly and angrily: "Sect Master Yan, guarding and stealing, how shameless!"

From time to time, he takes on the appearance of a young Cheng Qian, with an empty blood hole on his chest, and looks at him faintly: "Senior brother, didn't you say that I don't need to worry about everything, is it yours?"

"Brother..."

Yan Zhengming swayed back and forth in extreme cold and heat, sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were almost red for a while.