C57 Reversal and Reversal

Qing Bai shakily got off the palanquin with Ting Ao's help. The surrounding demons immediately opened up a wide path, revealing a red carpet made of silk. It stretched all the way to a distant stage that reached into the clouds. It was a solemn scene.

As soon as the two of them took a step forward, tens of thousands of demons immediately bowed their heads and muttered to themselves. Qing Bai was now completely unable to distinguish what the demon language they were speaking was. He only felt that the sound beside his ears was deafening and strange, and his lowered head subconsciously raised his head to grab onto something within his reach.

Ting Ao knew that he was in pain, so he gave him a reassuring smile and said softly, "Master, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Today, Ting Ao came and went with these words, but Qing Bai felt at ease. It was not easy for him to calm down before he realized that the thing he had grabbed in his panic was Ting Ao's black gold belt. Looking up, he saw that he was wearing a long black-feathered robe. The golden thread and the embroidery on his body were that of a python with flickering scales. Its tail was like a merman's, and its eyes were like copper bells, making people not dare to look at it directly. As for himself, he was dressed in white and white, and the golden thread had shaken off a phoenix with its wings spread. In addition to the bright red path and the ten thousand demons kneeling on the ground, Qing Bai suddenly had the illusion that today should be the day of his marriage with Ting Ao.

There were really ten thousand people welcoming him and celebrating. It was truly a marriage that could be formed into a contract that would never be broken.

However, after walking the long red carpet, they would see the real bride.

Qing Bai raised his head. On the stage of the dirty Demonic Hall, there were hundreds of spirits dressed in wedding robes. The lips and cheeks of the bright red robe were bright red, and as he walked closer and closer, Qing Bai actually felt a little ashamed of himself, and his footsteps became even slower.

Ting Ao coordinated his steps with Qing Bai's and asked from time to time, "Is Master feeling bad? It's fine, we can walk slowly. "

No matter how slow they walked, it would eventually end. When Qing Bai and Bai Ling finally stood on the high platform, Bai Ling finally revealed a smile and softly called out, "Demon Lord."

Qing Bai felt that he was in the way of the intimate moment between the couple. He wanted to get out of Ting Ao's arms, but Ting Ao hugged him even tighter.

Even at the time of the wedding, Ting Ao's expression was still indifferent. He nodded his head in response to Bai Ling's words and walked in with Qing Bai in his arms.

Bai Ling seemed to be shocked by Ting Ao's cold attitude. She stared straight at Qing Bai, who was as pale as a sheet in his arms. One moment her expression was unstable, and the next moment, she revealed a smile and said, "The cold Yin Qi in the hall is too heavy, Taoist Priest Qing might not be able to withstand it. Bai Ling is of the fire attribute and has gold and silver protecting her body. Why don't you go in with Bai Ling?"

Hundred Spirits was able to have a place in Ting Ao's huge harem not only because of her beauty and scheming, but also because of her special physique: the Feather Race.

The first generation of the Winged Race, which should have been extinct in the ancient times, had lost all of its original abilities. In order to continue its bloodline, the Spirit Race had cultivated a pair cultivation technique in the past ten thousand years. Only by loving each other could they increase each other's strength. If the other party failed, their Spiritual Force would be absorbed until they died.

In the Hundred-Spirits' generation, the power of dual cultivation was even more perfect. It was so strong that it could continuously absorb the power of anyone who was weaker than it.

Unfortunately, this kind of cultivation method was better than nothing. It was better than nothing.

The Hundred-Spirit was naturally Ting Ao, and the bond between the two of them was even deeper. Although Proud of the Sky was a type of Marvin, when the Hundred-Spirit appeared, it was a bit like an ordinary fairy tale.

Other than the original wound, Qing Bai only felt that the beating heart in his chest was also hurting. The blood in the heart of Ting Ao, who had already fused with his own blood bone, was inexplicably warm.

Qing Bai thought that he was not envious of Bai Ling at all. After seven or eight years, when this damn wound healed, he would be the handsome and elegant Taoist Priest Qing of the White Cloud Abbey again. Just by looking at his transcendent appearance, who knew how many young girls would fall in love with him? If he were to punish evil in this world, he might even be able to leave a hundred years of good reputation.

In the end, Ting Ao still held Qing Bai and Bai Ling in his arms and entered the hall. The hall was indeed as cold as Bai Ling had said. The entire Demonic Hall was surrounded by not Ting Ao's aura, but Qing Bai did not feel uncomfortable at all.

Qing Bai only had a few chaotic memories left, but he felt at ease in the dense demonic aura: Although the smell was a powerful demon, it was not an enemy.

The lights on the bronze walls around them were clearly extinguished, but there was no wind, yet they were dancing strangely. The three of them continued to walk in, and finally stopped in front of a large pit.

The pit was filled with chaos, as if it was a sign of the disturbance of multiple Spiritual Forces.

"It's been so many years. How have you been?" When Qing Bai heard himself say that, he didn't know why he said it.

There was actually someone who replied from inside the pit. Although his tone was disdainful, it was also intimate: "I was locked up in the north by this iron chain and suffered a lot, but you, on the other hand, have a beauty in your arms and enjoy yourself very much."

"What beauty in your arms? Where did you learn that?" Qing Bai spat at him.

The two of them chatted across the large pit, but it didn't seem out of place. Bai Ling's attention was completely focused on the candle light that was gradually going out, and she felt that the current situation was completely out of her expectations. She couldn't help but remind Ting Ao, "Demon Lord, the auspicious hour is coming, we..."

Only then did the person in the pit notice Bai Ling. He asked Ting Ao, "Is she the one you were talking about?"

"Yes," Ting Ao replied.

The person in the pit paused for a moment before saying, "I have already drawn the talisman. Although the magic power of the chains has weakened, I can protect him with 70% of my strength. You have searched for a long time. Are you really sure of this woman's identity?"

Ting Ao said, "As you said, I have 70% confidence. That is enough."

As intelligent as a lark, even in the midst of fog, he roughly understood that the Demon Lord was using him as a sacrifice to save Taoist Priest Qing. Grabbing Ting Ao's arm, Ai Hui called out, "Demon Lord, I am sincere to you. Demon Lord cannot betray me..."

"Bada."

In an instant, all the candles on the bronze wall went out, and the wind rustled the banners on the curtain. The Myriad Demon Whisper that Qing Bai had heard just now sounded out once again, and he suddenly felt that the faint golden light that flashed in the pit was also extremely dazzling.

Before Bai Ling could react to what had happened, he was sucked into the pit by a powerful force. In an instant, the golden light turned red, and the sound of the Myriad Demons became a little louder.

Qing Bai could already understand some of it, and found that they were repeating what seemed to be the lost content of a demonic scripture, a heaven-defying technique that used flesh and blood to fill the pit of bones of ten thousand people, and bones to exchange for flesh and blood.

"Ting Ao..." Just as Qing Bai opened his mouth, Ting Ao covered it and whispered, "Master, don't speak. Listen."

It was the sound of the devil bell on the high platform. Three short and one long, it did not stop for a long time.

Ting Ao hugged Qing Bai's belt and walked in with him. He smiled and said, "Master, the auspicious time is about to arrive. It won't be good if we miss it."

There was no description of this in Proud of the Sky. Qing Bai didn't know how Ting Ao could bear to see his beloved harem...

The words stopped just as they were about to come out of his mouth.

"Yes."