After I ran away with my baby, I became the sickly villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 184 Inheritance of the Secret Realm (4000 words)
Ye Yan suddenly woke up from the illusion, she was frightened into a cold sweat, and stretched out her hands to rub her painful temples, feeling lingering fear in her heart.

The woman screamed before she died.

She felt as if she had just watched a midnight movie in the theater. Although she couldn't put herself in the place to feel the great pain of the woman when she was burned alive, the pain, wailing, crying and despair before she died made her heart ruthless. Pick it up.

She turned her head to look at Mo Ziyuan, who was also disappointed, thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "...I seemed to see your father and mother just now."

Mo Ziyuan returned to his senses after asking, pursed his lips, and said after a while, "I saw it too."

Both of them fell into that illusion just now.

He murmured, "No wonder my father never told me about my mother, only that she died before I was born."

"Even when I was curious when I was a child, every time I asked him, my father, who had always been amiable, would be furious. It turned out that this was the end of the year..."

The story in the illusion ended after Qin Ran'er's death, but there was still a follow-up in reality.

At that time, Mo Jie ignored the opposition and obstruction of others, and brought Mo Ziyuan, who was dying at birth, back to the Demon Realm, and spent hundreds of years searching for famous doctors and precious medicines throughout the continent. , and it took most of his cultivation to save this half-blooded devil baby who was extremely prone to premature death, and made him his successor.

After that, Mo Jie's strength was greatly reduced, and his glory was no longer there. This gave the other six demon kings who were about to make a move, and finally died in that battle.

Mo Ziyuan seemed to remember something, and suddenly said, "Actually, my real name is Mo Jiuyuan."

The name Mo Ziyuan was a pseudonym chosen to prevent him from being discovered by the demons.

Ye Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly after a while, "I may have guessed why your father gave you this name."

"...Well." He also understood.

The two looked at each other silently for a while.

Ye Yan got up and patted his clothes, a cluster of flames rose in his palm, he held it forward, and looked at the illuminated stone walls around him, "We seem to have stepped on some mechanism just now, so we accidentally fell into the cave, and we also I don't know where this is?"

"Let's walk forward and be careful, we've been stepped on some mechanism again."

"The traps set up in the inheritance are generally divided into two types, either for strangling or for hiding treasures. We have been safe after falling for so long. We should have encountered the latter by chance." Mo Ziyuan said.

"People like to put what they think is the most precious treasure in the most hidden and safe center of the secret realm. Maybe your father is caring for you, and we are lucky to reach the center of the secret realm." Ye Yan paused while talking.

In front of her was a coffin, which was placed in the center of the cave.

And the one watching the cave is empty, except for this coffin, there is nothing else.

The coffin is made of extremely precious red sandalwood, and it is directly hollowed out from the middle with a whole piece of complete and huge rosewood. It is conceivable that the owner has a lot of money.

There are some complicated dark red patterns engraved on the coffin surface, which should be to protect the corpse in the coffin.

Ye Yan and Mo Ziyuan looked at each other, and he took the initiative to step forward and said, "Let me open it."

The mouth of the coffin was not sealed, Mo Ziyuan held his breath, stretched out his hand and pushed carefully, revealing the contents of the coffin.

However, to their surprise, there was no corpse in the coffin, but a bright red and gorgeous wedding dress, an exquisite phoenix crown full of fragrant jewels and jewels, and some finely crafted small artificial parts, such as incense sticks. bag, jade pendant, hairpin pendant and so on.

These small items were carefully placed in the coffin by the owner, and at the top of the bottom of the coffin was engraved a line of words - my wife Qin Ran'er.

Qin Ran'er had long been scorched beyond recognition, and Mo Ju buried her in the land of her hometown. This is the tomb he made for her later.

Mo Ziyuan saw a crimson bead in the most inconspicuous dark corner of the coffin. He felt the fluctuation of the devil energy emanating from the bead, and his eyes lit up. It was a soul bead.

He bit his fingertips and printed blood on the soul orb, and another tall and tall figure appeared on the soul orb, it was Mo Jie who had passed away long ago.

Before he died, he left behind a sliver of his soul, which was sealed underground for decades with the Clothes Tomb, which can be regarded as fulfilling Qin Ran'er's wish to be with her husband forever.

"Seal the spiritual energy in your body and temporarily disguise yourself as a demon cultivator. My father...has a great hatred for human monks, and may kill you." A slightly anxious voice came from his ear, and Ye Yan looked up. Mo Ziyuan next to him took a look and found that he hadn't opened his mouth. Only then did he realize that it was a secret voice transmission.

She immediately sealed up the aura meridians in her body and released the magic energy to wrap around her body.

The figure of the man gradually became clear. His face was no longer as young, handsome and full of aggressiveness as in the illusion. Instead, he was much older and softer. Deep furrows appeared between his brows, and most of his hair was gray.

When Mo Jie saw Mo Ziyuan, his frown relaxed a lot, and he said with a low smile, "I didn't expect Yuan'er to grow up so big. Compared with when he was a child, he has grown a lot."

"The strength has also been raised to the stage of transforming gods, haha, yes, he is indeed my son."

"Father."

Mo Ziyuan looked extremely excited, as if he didn't expect that he would be able to see his father's face again after just a few years.

He stretched out his hand and took two steps forward, but he could only touch a mass of empty air, and his face suddenly became sad.

Mo Jie shook his head with a smile, "I've passed away long ago, don't worry about it." Then he looked at Ye Yan who was calm and calm, "You are..."

His voice paused, as if he had discovered something interesting, he looked Ye Yan up and down, his voice sank, "Physical body of plain yin?"

"I didn't expect that after I died, I would encounter a body of plain yin."

"I see that your bone age is not over 40 years old. I didn't expect that you are already in the fusion stage. This kind of heaven-defying talent is even worse than that of me back then."

"Which demon clan do you belong to? Those old fellows are so relieved to let you grow?" Although Mo Jie in the state of soul body is a bit less aggressive and gloomy than in the illusion, and a bit more amiable like an elder, but when Ye Yan When meeting his long and narrow eyes, one can still see the probing and indifference hidden in his black pupils.

"Back to father, Ye Yan, she, she is from our Red Demon Clan, she is a companion I met by chance a few years ago, and it was with her help that Jiuyuan found this place by mistake."

Mo Ziyuan took the initiative to step forward and speak.

"Oh, it's from our Scarlet Demon Clan again. I didn't expect such a talent to emerge."

When Mo Jie looked at Ye Yan, his eyes flickered with thoughtfulness. It is not a good thing to keep such talented demon cultivator offspring, and it may threaten his son's future position.

Ye Yan could naturally see the killing intent hidden under his kind face. Back then, this person slaughtered a city without blinking an eye. He is a cruel and merciless person who is suspicious and cold by nature.

Even if there is only a wisp of remnant soul left in Mo Jie today, the remnant soul of a monk during the tribulation period can still easily control her life.

Ye Yan pretended to be flattered, and cupped his hands and said, "My lord is absurdly praised, but my talent is dull. It was only by chance that I absorbed a part of the magic power of Pangzuo Demon King by chance, and then I successfully advanced to the fusion stage."

"In the future, I will also be able to better help the young master fight in all directions."

Ye Yan followed what Mo Ziyuan had whispered to her.

The son who has been with him for many years can best tell what his father is thinking at this time.

Hearing the words, Mo Jie really suppressed the killing intent in his eyes, his expression softened a bit, and he showed a kind look at a talented junior, "You don't have to be humble. Although the body of Suyin is powerful, it also has many restrictions. Couldn't be more clear."

"Although you rely on the absorption of magic energy to advance to the fusion body, you also need to have at least the cultivation base of the transformation stage, otherwise you will suffer backlash."

"Being able to advance to Huashen in just 40 years, this kind of outstanding talent can't be singled out in the whole continent."

"Since you helped my son find the inheritance secret realm, then this deity will give you a fortune."

With a wave of Mo Jie's hand, the scene around him changed. The originally empty cave was filled with countless treasures, magic tools and cheat books, each of which was enough to shock the mainland.

A book with a simple cover flew into Ye Yan's hands.

"This is a heaven-level secret book suitable for the cultivation of the prime Yin body. I wrote it myself. Follow the records in it and practice with confidence."

And a dark golden knife flew into Mo Ziyuan's hand.

"This Sun Killing Knife is a pair with the Moon Fiend Knife in your hand. It is the natal weapon I have been using all those years ago. Using the two knives at the same time can exert the power of a divine weapon."

"I don't know how it compares to the Weeping Blood Knife, which is also a magic knife?" Ye Yan subconsciously asked.

"Weeping Blood Knife?"

Mo Jie looked at her and said, "My deity intended to take back this knife for my use back then, but this knife is too evil and extremely difficult to control. If it falls into the hands of someone with an unstable mind, it may be backlashed and turned into a head." A wild beast that loses its mind and is completely controlled by the sword spirit."

Mo Jie knew what kind of temperament he was, so when he was able to get the knife, he didn't rush to get it back.

Ye Yan was slightly startled when she heard the words, she thought that this knife fell into Mo Yunhan's hands in the end, the dog hero deserves to be the hero, a magic knife that even monks in the transcending tribulation stage can't control, he is already in the transformation stage Can be controlled.

However, Mo Yunhan in this life actually gave birth to a heart demon, and when the Weeping Blood Knife fell into his hands, she always had a sixth sense that doing more harm than good.

"I have stored all the magic weapons and weapons I have collected for most of my life in this cave, and the two of you can take them if you need them." Mo Jie said quite generously after holding back his hands.

Ye Yan looked around in the cave, and the treasure that could be recognized as a treasure by a proud and arrogant person like Mo Jie is definitely a big treasure that is not mixed with water.

She looked around, and found that none of the weapons in the cave were lower than immortal artifacts. The most rare thing was that many of the precious materials used to cast these immortal artifacts had disappeared.

Ye Yan's eyes fell on a red umbrella in the corner, and she took it into her hands.

The umbrella surface of this umbrella is made of a kind of extinct monster skin, which is exactly the umbrella-shaped umbrella surface she has been looking for for a long time.

She also picked up a few knives, guns, swords and halberds and put them in the Qiankun bag.

And the rest fell into Mo Ziyuan's hands.

His eyes were firm, "Father, don't worry, Jiuyuan will live up to the entrustment, lead the Red Devils to glory, and avenge father at the same time!"

Mo Ju shook his head, "You don't need to avenge me, no matter how poor I am, Mo Ju, I don't need my son to avenge me."

"The grievances of the previous generation are over, you don't have to impose its pressure on your shoulders, just do what you want."

"I just want you to be happy in your life."

"Don't be like me back then..." Blinded by hatred, it took most of my life, but I still haven't gotten out of that heart-wrenching memory.

Mo Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat, he naturally knew that his father was referring to his mother, and that might be the only scar in his life that could not be erased.

Human beings are no different than monks, they have reincarnations after death, and it's not like Mo Jie didn't look for Qin Ran'er's reincarnation back then.

Far away, he hid himself in a dark corner, and saw the slender and beautiful woman sitting under a tree, holding a five or six-year-old daughter in her hand, and her belly was slightly swollen, beside her was a scholar dressed man.

He heard her laughing and calling the man Husband.

After the reincarnation, Qin Ran'er is no longer called Qin Ran'er, she is called Zhang Qiaoniang, and when she was 16 years old, she married a childhood sweetheart from her neighbor's family, a scholar. Not a small official position, and the life of supporting a family is considered rich. Although there are occasional frictions and quarrels between the husband and wife, they lived a happy life. She died in her fifties.

It turned out that in a life without his accidental intrusion, her life trajectory should be like this.

Although life is ordinary and ordinary, at least one life is safe and smooth.

Mo Jie secretly helped her husband get an official position, and also secretly helped her with other services, in order to let her live a more happy life and not wither early like her previous life.

Mo Jie did not bring her reincarnation back to the Demon Palace, because he knew that whether it was Zhang Qiaoniang, Zhang Qiaoer, or Qin Qiaoer, it was still not his Qin Raner.

His Ran'er had already died in that fire.

His Ran'er left too early, and the pitiful thing is that she was kept in the dark before she died, thinking that he was a beloved man who fell from the sky.

He didn't even leave her his real name.

She said that he wanted to be with him forever, but he buried that flowery young life with his own hands.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Mo Ju can barely remember what she looked like, but whenever he thinks back to that memory, his heart is still broken.

He clearly promised her to go back early, but he failed to see her for the last time. When he arrived, all he was left with was a charred black corpse... He couldn't even imagine that Ran'er was so scared Painful and crying, what kind of mood did he spend the two hours of being scorched by the fire.

Mo Jie often imagines regrets when he dreams back in the middle of the night. If he had rushed back earlier, would he have been able to save her from the fire?He brought her back to the magic palace, and the two lived together forever.

Mo Jie doesn't even know whether he loves her or not, is it because of pity, love and guilt, or because of other things?
It's a pity that before he figured out his intentions, she left in a hurry like a flash in the pan. Compared with his nearly -year life, she left in less than three years, but left this indelible and deep scar.

After her death, no one will call him husband anymore.

(End of this chapter)