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Chapter 14 Soul Deed

Huifengxuan is a small courtyard on the west side of Duxu Palace. It is not too far from the main hall, but if you want to come here, you need to bypass a rockery and a bridge. It can be said to be a uniquely quiet place.It is also because of this that the Demon Venerable has not stepped here more than three times in the past few decades, and all the scenery along the road is very strange, and he almost lost his way several times. It is really difficult for Shen Quehan to find such a place.

In the past few days, Shen Quehan has been preparing for the separation of the soul. Nanfeng intended to let him integrate into Songhua City, so he did not intervene too much. Shen Quehan directly ordered Wudu Xiling and others to handle trivial matters. I just waited to protect the law for him when I was doing business today.

The door of Huifengxuan courtyard was ajar, and the lights were on inside the house. Nanfeng did not doubt that he was there. He raised his hand and pushed the door open. A cold fragrance that looked like flowers but not flowers flashed across his nose, and the space around him suddenly twisted and changed like water. Waves generally turbulent.

Nan Feng was unprepared, his eyes blurred, and when his vision returned to normal, the surroundings were calm and the same as before, he hesitated in his heart, stopped and did not rush forward again, calling out: "Senior brother?"

Inside said: "Come in."

squeak-

The two wooden doors opened in response, Shen Quehan waited for a long time without seeing him move, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Come in, why are you standing there?"

Nanfeng looked around, from the floor tiles to the ceiling, he felt that he had never understood the meaning of the word "house with bare walls" so deeply in his life, and asked in astonishment: "You want a house and a lot these days, so you just toss about such a thing?" a room?"

No wonder he was surprised, the room was really empty, except for a few beams and pillars, there was nothing else, it was so empty that even the words echoed.

"Brother, if you want a martial arts arena, why didn't you say so earlier..."

"If you say one more word, senior brother will kill you." Shen Quehan took two futons and said coolly, "Come here."

Nan Feng couldn't help laughing, he stopped talking about his arrangement, and sat down obediently.Shen Quehan sat opposite him, took out the Qingluan Mirror and placed it between the two of them, saying: "Didn't you see the restriction at the door when you came in? If you really want to put it on the martial arts arena, there will be no shelter in broad daylight, and the two will leave The body of the soul, one of them is the Demon Lord, if I were your subordinate, I would go up and give it a try, maybe the next Demon Lord will be me."

"..." Nanfeng said obediently, "Senior brother taught me the lesson."

Shen Quehan straightened his pressed sleeves smoothly: "No matter what you see later, don't panic and don't mess around, remember?"

This order was actually a bit weird, but Nan Feng was used to being a docile little fool in front of his senior brother, so he didn't think much about it, and said, "Of course, everything is up to senior brother's orders."

Shen Quehan flipped his palm, and the Qingluan Mirror floated in the air, with the mirror facing down, spreading a rippling blue light, and the light was so strong that it drowned the two figures.Before Shen Quehan's eyes was a vast expanse of whiteness, which pierced his eyes, and he felt an indescribable but familiar feeling of dizziness. The soles of his feet suddenly stepped into the air, and he kept falling. It took about a breath before he finally stepped on the solid ground.

He opened his eyes and quickly scanned his surroundings. The scene around him was very unfamiliar, unlike any scene in his memory, but there was a subtle familiarity with the layout of the streets and houses. Shen Quehan tried to walk forward for a while Lu suddenly turned his head as if realizing something, and looked at the center of the entire city——

No matter where he is these days, as long as he is outside, when he looks up, he can always see the glazed pagoda that looks like it has been piled up with ice and snow for many years.

But at the moment there is nothing there, and Songhua City is not the Frost City in memory at all. There is still summer here, but it has long lost its vitality.

Shen Quehan walked towards the center of the city.

The place that was supposed to be the glazed pagoda is now full of ruins, among the broken walls and ruins there is a person who arrived earlier than him, the back is heavy but cold, he is very familiar, with black clothes and silver crowns, broad shoulders and thin waist, although his figure is very Tall, but not dull and heavy, but with a sense of elegance and lightness, it is an eye-catching existence wherever you stand.

Hearing Shen Quehan's footsteps, he didn't turn around immediately, but turned his head slightly, the side of his face was as pale as snow, and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother."

Shen Quehan was uncharacteristically indifferent: "Don't bark, you can't afford it, we still have our own opinions——Can you talk to me in your true colors?"

"I knew that sooner or later you would find me irresistibly."

"Nanfeng" turned around completely, with a layer of black air floating on his face, and the black and blue magic lines all over his body were faintly flowing, just like mobilizing the filaments of a puppet, controlling every move of this body, and praised: "You take a lot of money!" It is truly remarkable that he tried his best to trick his soul into the Qingluan Mirror and find it in front of me."

"It's a pity that I'm not your obedient little junior brother. I can rest assured that his soul is in my hands. If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it."

Shen Quehan's complexion was gloomy, obviously he was so anxious that he wished he could end him with a sword, but in the end it was a trick of the mouse, so he could only compromise and said, "I have a question, and I hope Your Excellency can clarify it for me."

"Nanfeng" raised his hand reservedly: "But it doesn't matter."

"If I remember correctly, the former Demon Venerable also made a soul contract with Your Excellency, why doesn't he have magic patterns on his body?"

The patriarch of the demon clan with the face of the south wind laughed.I have to say that Nanfeng's appearance is amazingly good, such a sinister expression on his face does not look ferocious, but has a kind of monstrous beauty, but unfortunately the words he said are not so pleasant: "You little brother Although he has the blood of the demon clan, he learned the immortal martial arts. When the bond was formed, the demonic energy entered his body. He should have used up this part of the martial arts, but he refused. Chong's skill, the result will naturally be backlashed. That is to say, his life is good, he did not directly explode and die, but his magic seal is more obvious than that of previous demon kings, this is the price of recklessness."

"Do you know why he would rather put on such a face than retain that bit of skill?" The ancestor of the Demon Race approached him maliciously, and sneered in a low voice, "He won't let go even if he dies, because it's you The last thing left for him."

He watched with satisfaction that Shen Quehan's expression suddenly froze, and finally his face was covered with frost, and he stabbed a knife in his heart happily: "Tsk tsk, what an infatuation, the demons are naturally cold-blooded and indifferent. There are eight hundred in one thousand, and there is only such a love, you must cherish it."

The demons are cold-blooded and cold-hearted, this assertion is vividly reflected in him, he likes to kill the rationality of these honest gentlemen, the calmer the person collapses, the more abusive pleasure will be.

However, Shen Quehan is not a character who can be manipulated by others. He was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, he was still as stable as Mount Tai: "Since Nanfeng was able to form a soul bond with you with his qi refining cultivation base, now my cultivation base is close to becoming a god. environment, it should be possible.”

The ancestor of the demon clan was stunned for a moment: "...ah?"

"I'll replace him and renew the soul bond with you." Shen Quehan said, "From what I've seen these days, Nanfeng probably isn't a Demon Lord that suits your wishes. Expanding, and not recruiting demon cultivators. Now that I am back, he probably has no intention of making troubles, and maybe he will find a way to fight against you. In this case, why not let me be the demon master for him, whether you want to fight with the immortal sect or not? How about going to war on the right way, or restoring the former momentum of the demons, I am willing to do my best for you?"

Demon ancestor: "..."

He stared at Shen Quehan as if he didn't know him, looked up and down, and finally couldn't help asking: "Are you crazy?! You are..."

"But what?" Shen Quehan twitched his lips coldly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Your Excellency, don't forget, I am the one who was set in ambush by Xianmen Zhengdao and died in Songhua City."

"In this life, is it possible for me to return to the fairy gate with my original identity?"

The ancestor of the Demon Race was speechless.

In terms of grievances and resentment, even Nan Feng was only obsessed for others, who can be more embarrassing than him, the real sufferer?Those decent sects killed this young genius with their own hands. Now that he has returned to take revenge and fall into the devil's way, what's so strange about it?

This reason is really impeccable, and there is nothing wrong with it, but there seems to be something wrong.

"You...are you really willing to switch to the demon clan?" The dignified ancestor of the demon clan was hesitant by him, and looked at his expression suspiciously, "Or is it because of your junior brother that you deliberately tricked me?"

"Of course it's to unlock the soul contract for him." Shen Quehan didn't hide his selfishness, and admitted frankly, "But it doesn't contradict my joining the Demon Race, does it? Your Excellency is now incomplete, so you need a host no matter what. , it doesn’t matter if it’s him or me, as long as you don’t listen to me, it’s fine.”

"What if I don't agree?"

Shen Quehan smiled indifferently: "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

"What do you mean?"

"I only have such a precious junior brother, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be controlled by others for the rest of his life." He always maintained that indifferent tone that was almost a little casual, and said slowly, "If one road does not work, change to another. Anyway, I have plenty of time. But next time we meet, maybe we won’t be so polite.”

The implication is that if you negotiate with him in a good voice today and don't buy it, if the crime falls into his hands in the future, don't expect any good end for yourself.

The eyes of the ancestor of the demon clan showed a slight wavering, not that he was really bluffed by Shen Quehan's words, but that the circumstances of these years forced him not to consider finding a new way out.

When he first formed the contract, he originally wanted to hide his strength and bide his time, but in fact, except for the first few years when Nanfeng was still fledgling, he was cooperative, and then he hardly made any progress. Even Nanfeng has been trying to suppress him. If he keeps a little immortality, he will not get any benefits from Nanfeng. If things go on like this, it is hard to guarantee that Shen Quehan's threat will not be fulfilled one day.

If Shen Quehan is really willing to form a soul contract with him, and give him some breathing room, maybe he can accumulate enough strength to find a really obedient and easy-to-manipulate demon cultivator, and take it from this pair of bad-hearted brothers. Take back the power of the demons.

"you--"

Before he finished speaking a word, his face suddenly twisted strangely, his eyes instantly became loose and concentrated again, his whole temperament suddenly changed, and he said solemnly: "Senior brother."

The same title, uttered by the same person, can actually have two completely different effects. Shen Quehan's expression froze, his brows and eyes were covered with frost, but he couldn't say a word, he could only give a warning It means authentically: "Southern wind."

"What did you promise him?" He resisted the concussion and pain caused by suppressing the soul contract, and said softly but firmly, "I don't agree."

The ancestor of the demon race who was forced to cover his mouth had no body, so he could only slap his thigh violently in his mind.

He just said that something was not right——Shen Quehan secretly planned such a big event without telling Nanfeng, how could Nanfeng, who regarded his senior brother more than his eyeballs, really curl up obediently Under Shen Quehan's wings, why did he ask to bear this shackle-like soul contract for himself?

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