After the Demon King Was Laid Off, He Changed His Career to Raising Dragons and Aotian Went to the Wall.

When the snow from Wanjian Sect fell on the magic pattern on Shen Chuyan's wrist, she was looking blankly at her sword tombstone. Three days ago, the Immortal Sect broke into the Demon Palace, and they found in the prison a swordsman genius who had been missing for a hundred years - but the girl who was so stunning with a single sword now has demon marks on her wrists, her cultivation has been completely lost, and she is as confused as if she has lost her memory. "Volunteer to be a slave..." The sect master stared at the mark on her wrist, and the tea cup shattered into powder in the palm of his hand. From then on, Shen Chuyan became the shame of Wanjian Sect. Rumors are more biting than the cold wind on the mountain top. In the past, her diligent classmates avoided her like a snake and a scorpion. Some said that she knelt down and licked the tips of the Demon Lord's boots when she fell into the devil. Some said they saw her chained and hawking in the Demonic Market. Shen Chuyan thought he could only live like this. But the memories come too quickly. Shen Chuyan dreamed of the night when she was backlashed by spiritual energy, and she caught the system that suddenly appeared in a pool of blood. A picture of Gu Qinghun's lamp about to go out appeared in the void, and the mechanical voice was as cold as iron: [Forge a contract with me to help someone become the leader of the Immortal Sect, and your senior brother will be reborn] She trembled and bit her fingertips, leaving blood marks on the contract formation. But the moment he saw Long Aotian, he felt like he was falling into an ice cave - this Adou, who couldn't hold himself up the wall, couldn't even memorize the most basic sword-control techniques. How can she train people to become immortal leaders? ? ? "Sword cultivators are most afraid of being impatient." She took away the notebook from Long Aotian's arms. "The lower body should be stable. At least you don't trip yourself!" She grabbed Long Aotian's collar who was about to fall. After all the strength of the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers was eliminated, Long Aotian still had no hope. Shen Chuyan said: "Okay, okay, if the chicken baby can't do it, then I can do it myself!" Isn't it just to reshape the sword bones and restore the spiritual roots? Isn't it just to sacrifice one's body to seal? There she goes! When Shen Chuyan opened her eyes in the cold pool, she saw her recovered sword bones, and also saw that the palm of the senior brother who had sacrificed his body for the seal was still stained with the blood from when he broke the formation, and he pressed it warmly against her cold cheek: "Don't look." On the day when dark clouds descended on the city, Shen Chuyan stood alone in front of the Wanjian Sect, holding the blood-stained natal sword. The cheers of the Demon Lord suddenly froze, and thousands of eyes stared at the magic pattern on her wrist that lit up with bright golden light - it was clearly the Demon Lord's natal seal! "Welcome to the Lord to return to his throne!" The tip of Shen Chuyan's sword trembled, and she suddenly remembered what Lu Qing said when he taught her how to practice swordsmanship. At that time, the young man held her hand and guided the sword, with a hint of teasing in his voice: "Of course, if my junior sister becomes an immortal, my senior brother will be your immortal attendant, and my junior sister will become a demon lord, and my senior brother will be your protector." Later, every time Shen Chuyan took out the jade box containing the Dongzhu, she could think of what Lu Qing said when he gave it to her. At that time, the young man blushed and inserted the hairpin with Dongzhu into her hair: "When junior sister gets her hairpin, senior brother will give you a better hairpin." Small theater: During the seven days when Hantan reshaped the sword bone, Gu Qing stayed outside the barrier for seven days and seven nights. Every time the pool water rippled with blood, there was a scar cut by the moon blade on his back. That night, Shen Chuyan was pressed under the ginkgo tree. Gu Qing rubbed the new magic pattern on her wrist and suddenly bit the tip of her ear: "When you teach others how to set the star path, why don't you say this is our love formation?" When the demonic army pressed on, Shen Chuyan finally regained his memory. Looking at the demon general who was kneeling in obeisance, she turned around and threw her natal sword to Gu Qing: "We agreed back then that I would be the demon king and my senior brother would be my protector." After receiving the sword, Lu Qing easily pulled out her hairpin, and three thousand blue hairs danced with the flag: "It's boring to protect the Dharma, it's better to be a demon king..." The lingering sound was drowned in the lingering kiss. [Pre-collection of the article "I became the number one in the fairy world by being a substitute", declaration: What you want is never the literature of substitutes, but the medal of the God-killer. If you like the little cutie, please add it to your favorites~] Copywriting is received in advance, you can skip it if you don't like it~ Hantan: Ji Mingheng dipped the crocodile silk skirt into the ice spring, and the rebirth mirror on his wrist glowed with a faint blue light. This is the third time this month that she has pretended to be the remnant soul of Bai Yueguang from the fairy world to see the Young Master of Yaowang Valley. "Li'er, your soul has become more solid." The young man in white looked at the reflection on the water, "Today I specially brought the Millennium Xuanbing Brew..." "It's the third quarter of Shen Shi and You Shi Zheng." Ji Ming made a secret to condense the timer's water leaks, and turned his bare hands to reveal the jade slip. "The dual cultivation method will cost three hundred spiritual stones, and playing the piano to heal the heart will cost two additional wood spiritual roots. If you want to touch your hands, you have to pay in advance..." The young man's ears turned red and he took out the storage bag: "I want them all!" Deep in the Sword Tomb: Dark iron chains jingled. The sword cultivator, who was covered in blood, tightly grasped the corners of her sleeves: "You said you would come when the time comes!" Ji Mingheng took half a step back lightly, and the blood mark between his brows was reflected in the rebirth mirror: "Fellow Daoist Pei, when you crushed the jade talisman for communication at three o'clock in the morning, I was helping the Buddha mend his cassock - according to the rules, if you need to rush the process, you have to pay three times the golden spirit sword energy." The young man bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed it on the sword: "Take it!" Demonic Blood Pool: The man in black robe pinched her chin and sneered: "Song Qingli didn't dare to negotiate terms with me back then." "If the demon king is too expensive," Ji Ming lit up Song Qingli's unique red lotus karma fire on his fingertips, "the demon king next door is still waiting for me to pretend to be his long-dead fiancée..." A hand with sharp bones suddenly pressed the back of her neck, and pure demonic energy poured into the altar: "Two hours, buy it off." When the clock struck midnight, Ji Mingheng leaned against a dead tree and counted the harvest. The mirror of the dead suddenly made a cracking sound, and a face exactly like his own appeared in the mirror: "Good disciple, the stolen spiritual power cannot feed the bones in those coffins..." Small theater: Mirage Ji Mingheng dipped his fingertips into the spiritual veins of the Young Master of Yaowang Valley, and the bright red blood beads fell into the cracks in the evil mirror platform. What was reflected in the mirror was not Song Qingli's cold and beautiful face, but the golden elixir of her parents who were crushed by ice-blue sword light on the seventh day of July. "When Song Qingli took the blood from my heart, she never said it would hurt." She crushed the blood scab on her palm with a smile, and three thousand black hairs turned into snow inch by inch. The Young Master of Yaowang Valley stared blankly at the jade pear hairpin that had transformed into her hair. She was completely unaware that the natal Gu was entering her body along the lips and teeth that were touching each other - the ninth soul was all there. Sword Tomb Crying Blood The dark iron chain penetrated Ji Mingheng's shoulder blades, and she deliberately let the Ice Soul Sword Qi cut through her sleeves, revealing the red marks of her direct apprentice that Song Qingli had carved with her own hands. "When Daojun gave you the "Tai Shang's Art of Forgetting Love" here," she allowed the sword master to pinch his neck and press it on the ice coffin, "did you say that this Xuanyin body should be my master?" The ice coffin exploded, and the Ji family emblem was clearly inserted into the heart of the female corpse that had been sleeping for a hundred years. Executive Immortal Scene When Song Qingli's immortal bones were nailed to the ruined monument of the Ji Mansion, she finally saw clearly the black mist surrounding the evil mirror - that was the resentful souls of the entire Ji family that she had killed with her own hands. "My good disciple, you actually adapted what I taught you..." "I used it on you." Ji Mingheng crushed the last piece of soul, and three hundred coffins were opened in the ruins at the same time. "After all, on the night of the massacre, it was you who held my hand and pierced the Dantian——" In the rain of blood, the newly born fallen immortal looked at the God-killing Curse flowing in the palm of his hand. Next, it's time to settle the score with the "system" that tricked her into signing the mirage contract. Purpose: Live hard