The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

In the mirror.

Qing Wu wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, propped herself up and stood up, staring at the shadow ghost in red clothes opposite her.

Fan You was still sitting quietly not far away, his eyes closed, as if he had watched the battle for too long and fell asleep out of tiredness.

Suddenly, his eyeballs moved under his eyelids, and he opened his eyes, with a smile on his face.

Qing Wu smiled strongly and twisted her neck: "As expected of me, I am really hard to kill."

“Everything I learn, it can master.”

"In that case, let me see how much it can do."

Qing Wu raised her hand and pressed it down, and the Ghost Mountain rose from the ground. She stood on the top of the mountain and moved her wrist. The mountain split in half, magma gushed out, and a volcanic hell appeared!

She raised her left finger and pressed down, frost fell, and the thousands of feet of ice quickly froze in the direction of the shadow ghost.

As Qing Wu moved, Ying Gui also followed and used the same moves as her.

Countless swords, spears, swords and halberds appeared and shot forward. The Knife Mountain Hell appeared with a rumbling sound like thunder. Along with the countless sharp blades, there were several millstones as big as mountains, which seemed to be able to flatten the earth! This is the Millstone Hell!

Thousands of iron trees rose from the ground, and the temperature inside the mirror suddenly increased, as if entering a steamer.

From above the dome, huge amounts of blood were splattered, and the upper part seemed to have turned into a huge pool of blood, and the blood was like boiling oil.

Countless hells appeared at this moment and merged into one.

Following Qing Wu's decree, wherever she saw was hell.

The Shadow Ghost was able to keep up with her speed at first, but later on it began to show signs of fatigue, especially when it tried to summon thousands of hells together. The hells it summoned actually repelled each other and could not merge.

Seeing this, Fan You's smile deepened: "Avici Hell is timeless and endless. Only with Avici Hell as the foundation can the myriad hells complement and repel each other and help each other."

The hell summoned by Qing Wu crushed the shadow ghost forcefully. She stood proudly at the top, looked in the direction of Fan You, raised her eyebrows and said: "Even if it summons the endless hell, it can't win."

"You said it, old man. It is my spiritual power. Since it is mine, it should obey my orders."

"Even if I can't use it, what I am using now is the power of origin."

"Since I am the source, I am hell. Whatever I think, hell will do as I wish!"

While the spirit and soul are finite, the origin is infinite!

Even if she wasted her time, she could kill the shadow ghost formed by her spiritual power!

The Origin Hell crushed past with great force, and the Soul Hell transformed by the Shadow Ghost was shattered into star-like fragments along with it. These fragments rushed towards Qing Wu and poured into her body.

At that moment, Qing Wu took a deep breath, as if she had drunk a big gulp of strong liquor. Her eyes were bright and she let out a long breath.

As she exhaled, the terrifying hells dissipated like wind, and all her aura and edge were drawn into her body.

Qing Wu looked at her hands and clenched her fists.

"Not only has my origin power become stronger, but my soul has also become stronger."

Fan You nodded: "The Shadow Ghost is your soul. As you improve, it will also improve naturally."

Qing Wu laughed, "Then am I not extremely strong now? Can I kill Yan Tai's scumbag father with one punch?"

Fan You smiled without saying anything, and asked, "Is this enough?"

Qing Wu tilted her head, walked over to him and sat down, pulling at her messy hair, "I beat myself, but that doesn't mean I've passed the test?"

"Whether you pass or not is not up to me." Fan You shook his head and pointed at her heart: "You have to ask yourself."

The frivolous smile on Qing Wu's face faded a little. She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then raised them to look at Fan You: "Ask your conscience?"

"Before you, there was a gap in the way of heaven. After you, there is no gap in reincarnation." Fan You said slowly: "You were born with these responsibilities. Because you are the underworld, you should control the cause and effect and maintain the endless reincarnation. This is your responsibility and your power. It is the 'way' that you have been crowned with since the moment you were born. But no one has ever asked what the underworld, which has already developed consciousness, wants?"

"Shasha, what do you want?"

Qing Wu sat quietly opposite Fan You. After a long while, she closed her eyes again: "You are right. I should really ask myself this."

Putting aside the consciousness of the underworld and her innate responsibilities, whether it is A Luosha Tian or Yun Qingwu, what exactly does she want?

……

And the other place is in the mirror.

Galan couldn't remember how many times he had taken the heart out of Xiao Chenyan's (Cangming's) body and crushed it.

But no matter how he destroyed that heart, it could always be resurrected and reborn in the other's chest countless times, like a ball of inextinguishable fire.

The heart was getting hotter and hotter. Galan didn't feel it at first, but later on, the scorching temperature made it impossible for him to touch it.

The temperature obviously couldn't hurt his flesh, but it made him feel extremely painful even when touched.

Xiao Chenyan and Cangming walked towards him together, and the two figures gradually merged into one. Xiao Chenyan stood in front of Galan, examining him.

"It turns out you are not strong at all." Xiao Chenyan shook his head.

Galan stared at him coldly: "What's wrong with your heart?"

He could feel the change in Xiao Chenyan's aura. At the beginning, his son still had the aura of the Supreme Forgetfulness Way, but as he continued to take his heart out, the aura of the Supreme Forgetfulness Way on the other party gradually dissipated without a trace.

Instead, a power that burns the soul burst out.

The power was so hot that Galan didn't dare to reach out and touch it again.

[I dare not]!

These two words were both new and humiliating to Galan.

"If crushing a heart can make people forget their love, then you really underestimate the word 'love'."

Xiao Chenyan said calmly: "Love arises, regardless of form."

"I don't want to forget. Even if you crush my heart a million times, the result will be the same."

"On the contrary, I want to thank you for destroying my heart again and again."

Destruction and rebirth again and again.

Through repeated brokenness, he could see clearly what he wanted and what he desired, and recognize the "path" he wanted.

"I am Xiao Chenyan, I am Cang Ming. I do have your blood in me. You can decide my birth, but you cannot decide what I think."

"The Supreme Way of Forgetting Love is the path you want me to take, not the path I chose."

"Whether it is the way of forgetfulness or the way of ruthlessness, neither is my way."

Xiao Chenyan's voice was firm and he smiled brightly: "My way is to be affectionate."

"And you."

Xiao Chenyan raised his hand, his fingertips fell on Galan's chest, but his eyes were looking at Xiao Ji behind him.

The father and son looked at each other and smiled.

"You have given up your true power."

"Now, that power is the true master of this body."

"He will never become a slave to killing."

Xiao Chenyan's fingertips seemed to be burning with sparks, turning Jialan's flesh and soul into boiling oil. As the fire boiled the oil, Xiao Ji walked towards Jialan and melted into Jialan's body bit by bit...

In other words, return to the body that originally belonged to Xiao Ji.

As the mirror was collapsing and shaking, Xiao Chenyan caught the unconscious Galan, looked at the broken mirror, and murmured, "It's time to get out."