A bloody snow fell on Jiuzhongtian.
Yun Wujiu held the Immortal Chain that was broken into three pieces and looked at the Demon Lord who slowly opened his eyes deep in the cold pool. The golden thread dragon pattern on that man's mysterious clothes was actually very similar to the villain who was nailed into the Demon Suppressing Tower by his own hands three hundred years ago.
"The sword-holding hands of the Immortal Lord are very stable when peeling off people's spiritual bones." Yan Zhao stroked the ferocious sword scar on his heart, and the dark red curse climbed from his neck to the end of his eyes. In the searing pain of the ancient forbidden technique's backlash, he smelled the familiar cold plum fragrance on Yun Wujiu's sleeves - exactly the same as the master who cut his golden elixir and drained his demonic veins back then.
There are rumors in the three realms that the new Demon Lord took a picture of a soul-soothing lamp from the Fengdu Ghost Market. What beats in the wick is the last remaining soul of Immortal Cangwu who died as a martyr three hundred years ago. No one knew that at the bottom of the sea that night, Yan Zhao crushed the soul-eating nail in his left hand while facing the blurry face in the flames.
"Does Master know that the soul-fixing jade embedded in your Taoist bones was originally half of my heart-protecting scale?"
The chains on the cold jade bed jingled, and Yun Wujiu's pale ankles were submerged in the shadow of black iron. Yanzhao's fingertips were wrapped around the golden chain drawn from the Immortal Lord's spine, and he suddenly remembered the saying in the human vernacular that "the hair is tied with the same heart". It's a pity that there has always been only the blood-soaked "Same Life Curse" between them.
The mirror of the dead on the top of Jiuyi Mountain reflects the flames of war in the past life.
That day Yun Wujiu knelt in front of the Immortal Killing Formation and watched Yan Zhao's soul being shattered by thirty-six thunderbolts. The last look the young devil looked at him contained an unspoken "worth it". Lying quietly at the center of the array were two blood-stained acacia bells—the betrothal gift that Yan Zhao tied to his sword tassels on the night of their wedding.
"I will imprison you this time." Yanzhao stroked the seal on the back of Yun Wujiu's neck, and three thousand black hair fell down from the ice coffin. The ancient deed of heaven and earth blossomed into a bloody red lotus in their palms, and the bells of the ninth heaven suddenly rang through the netherworld.
It turns out that the most severe curse is the tear dropped by the god when he is in love.
Intention:... (To be determined)