The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"After half a quarter of an hour, the sky finally brightened.

There was a person on the ground out of thin air.

" "——That's you, Your Highness.

" Yan Weilou thought this should be the truth of his inexplicable time travel.

But what he saw in his dream made him realize that perhaps it was not the first time he came to this vast land of China.

At this time, he also remembered the details that he had overlooked before.

When he woke up in the Prince of Qi's mansion, he mistakenly thought that his soul had traveled to the body of a child who looked exactly like him, and did not suspect that it was his real body that traveled.

On the one hand, it was because the reduced age did not match his own; on the other hand, it was because his body had long hair of the ancients, and he had an instinctive familiarity with the clothes and costumes of the ancients.

Now that he thought about it, if he had come to this world countless years ago, lived here, got used to having long hair and wearing long robes... and then traveled through time to before the Earth Year for some reason, it would be reasonable.

"To single-handedly annihilate the demons, revitalize the human race, and even shine through the ages, and be famous for generations..." Yan Weilou played with the petal in his hand, standing in the crimson peach forest, and smiled gently.

"The 'Saint Master' of the human race? Such a title is too loud..." Even though he suddenly learned such an astonishing truth and found that he actually had such a glorious past, Yan Weilou's expression did not change much: "After all, I am no longer myself yesterday..." Instead of thinking about the past that has long passed, it is better to think about the present.

Now that he has understood the origin between Su Xinghan and himself, Yan Weilou's defense in his heart has unconsciously faded.

As far as the memories he saw, the feelings of the spirit of heaven and earth for "Yuan" back then may be very unusual, but it is just a kind of attachment like a fledgling, and it has nothing to do with love.

But after such a long wait, perhaps the attachment at the beginning has turned into obsession, which made him have extraordinary feelings for Yan Weilou today.

——Perhaps for Su Xinghan, no matter how many years have passed, Yan Weilou is always the boy with a bright smile and a pure heart? But Yan Weilou knows that he is not.

Today, he is cold, selfish, vindictive, and domineering, and he is not the same as the person he used to be.

Except for his appearance, time has already shaped him into a different look.

Originally, Yan Weilou always had some vigilance and suspicion in his subconscious about his feelings for Su Xinghan.

After figuring out where Su Xinghan's unfounded closeness and trust in him came from, Yan Weilou relaxed his vigilance, but suddenly felt an unspeakable feeling of suffocation in his heart.

Unconsciously, Yan Weilou tightened his fingers, and the delicate peach petals were squeezed out of a faint flower juice, and a slight coolness spread in his palm, which made Yan Weilou come back to his senses.

But the slightly stuffy feeling in his heart did not ease at all, but became more and more uncomfortable.

"I'm not him..." The top of the snowy mountain was freezing cold, and even the surrounding clouds were as cold as snow.

The cold wind blew across the sea of ​​clouds, brushing away the layers of snow, blowing up peach petals, and dancing with the snow and wind, which was extremely beautiful.

Yan Weilou found a peach tree, sat down against it, and looked into the distance. He could only see the vast snow-capped mountains and sea of ​​clouds, with an indescribable sense of loneliness.

For a long time, has Su Xinghan been guarding here alone, accompanied by the cold wind and snow, and the peach blossoms in the sea of ​​clouds? Thinking of the portrait he saw in the Great You Treasure House, Yan Weilou guessed that things were not so simple.

But no matter how many thoughts he had in his mind, he had to wait for Su Xinghan to wake up first.

Because Yan Weilou's original body was connected to several incarnations, even though he was in such a remote place now, it did not prevent him from receiving news from the outside world.

After the battle in Fenghuan City, Yan Weilou was completely in the limelight and the world was paying attention.

Even the high and mighty holy places of the righteous path, such as the Supreme Dao Sect and the Canghai Sword Sect, began to pay attention to him, who was originally a small figure.

Not to mention other people.

It was because the status of the celestial being was too noble. Now that a celestial being was killed by a young grandmaster, even if it was with the help of external forces, it was still a shocking story.

This was much bigger than the sensation caused by Yan Weilou's seizure of the Hanhai Order.

After all, the Hanhai Order was just a legend, and many people did not think it was a key to a secret realm.

But a celestial being was killed by someone, which actually happened in front of everyone. How could it not shock the world? Knowing that he had been pushed to the forefront of the storm, and who knew how many people were secretly searching for his whereabouts, Yan Weilou immediately decided that it would be better to stay in the sacred mountain for a while and wait for the wind to cool down.

Since he had a plan, he was not in a hurry. He built a hut in the peach forest and lived there. He practiced peacefully every day and occasionally studied the heaven and earth formation in the sacred mountain. At the same time, he could calm down and reorganize what he had learned and comprehend the great way of heaven and earth.

On the top of the mountain, the wind and snow were everywhere all day long, and the cold fog was curling. Although it was lonely and quiet, it was also a good place to practice with all his heart.

While practicing, Yan Weilou released his spiritual consciousness from time to time to observe the hidden heaven and earth formation, and gradually saw a lot of things.

This formation is arranged according to the trend of the mountain range, in line with the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and makes the most efficient use of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth of the sacred mountain, making the formation more than twice as effective, without damaging the surrounding environment at all, which is quite similar to the Taoist idea of ​​inaction and letting nature take its course.

On weekdays, this divine formation locks up the spiritual power of the whole mountain and traps the entire sacred mountain.

Only when the full moon comes, the spiritual veins of heaven and earth will undergo a subtle change, and the divine formation that originally had no flaws will reveal one or two life gates, but it also requires a specific method of breaking the formation to get out of the formation.

After figuring out the secrets, Yan Weilou suddenly understood.

Not to mention whether he can find a way to break out of the formation in a short time, even if there is such a way, he will have to wait until the next full moon to leave.

Could it be that Su Xinghan had predicted this in advance? Such a small trick made Yan Weilou laugh and cry.

For some reason, the depression in his heart had dissipated a little, replaced by a faint sense of helplessness.

With his mind clear, Yan Weilou felt a sense of clarity, and his mysterious heart lake was rippling with circles of ripples, which was actually clearer by three points.

In the center of the heart lake, the illusory and hazy Tao seed exuded a faint sense of Tao, which looked much clearer and more solid.

The wind and snow around were getting stronger, and the white snow and the scarlet peach blossom petals fell together, staining the clothes of the boy under the tree.

The boy's black hair and the outer robe of the same color were dyed white by the frost and snow, and a few scarlet petals passed by the side of his handsome face that was almost aggressive.

The illusory and hazy Tao essence spread faintly around him, making the floating petals and flying snow around him freeze in the air, and his black hair moved without wind.

The next moment, the boy opened his eyes, and there was cold electricity in his black pupils.

With a wave of his hand, snowflakes condensed in the air and turned into a crystal clear ice sword.

The young man raised his hand to hold the ice sword, and then jumped into the air and swung it suddenly.

The flying snow and peach blossoms were all attracted by his sword wind. As the long sword disappeared, the thick sea of ​​clouds was suddenly split in half by the sword light, and ice rain fell from the sky.

The rain fell on the peach garden in the soil, and the crimson peach blossoms seemed to be more beautiful, and there was a faint new green emerging from the branches. The spiritual veins of the whole sacred mountain were attracted by him, and the rich spiritual energy gushed out.

Yan Weilou couldn't help but smile.