Fairy King's Handbook

Just arrived in the Underworld, before entering the ghosts and gods, Meng Ge hurried over to Naihe Bridge:

"Young Master, it's not good. Xiao Li was taken away by someone from the heaven. Brother Liuliu was also injured and taken away." Meng Ge remembered what happened before, and started crying.

Hearing this, Meng Zhen immediately turned around and went to the heaven.

Along the way, Meng Zhen was anxious and confused.After all, Shen Li's life experience can't be concealed. If the Emperor of Heaven finds out about Shen Li's existence, he will definitely take him away.

But... In the past 14 years, he and Shen Li have been like father and son, taking him to travel around, watching Shen Li grow up little by little, like seeing his former self.At that time, he saw the newborn Shen Li for the first time in Congjizhiyuan. Apart from Qian Yu's relationship, he had planned to raise this child well.

A child's growth is inseparable from the teachings of the elders and relatives.

He himself was not raised by his parents or elders when he was young, and his character was extreme and cowardly. In the end, he got into a heinous disaster and ended up in a desperate situation.And these years, Shen Li has a cheerful personality, never paranoid, and can still face the changes calmly.

Shen Li's youth is completely different from his youth.

It's like a person's shortcomings in this life are finally fulfilled in another form.

It is true that the Emperor of Heaven is Shen Li's grandfather, but if Shen Li doesn't want to live in Tiangong, he can always bring Shen Li out.

The Tiangong is the same as before, but when Meng Zhen just stepped on the cloud bridge, the surrounding barriers were instantly closed, and the majestic spiritual power came like the pressure of mountains and rivers.

Meng Zhen didn't care, and went straight to Lingxiao Hall with the Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand.

At this time, the hall was already full of a group of people, and when they saw Meng Zhen, they had different expressions.The atmosphere in the hall was eerily quiet for a while.

Everyone stared at the Broken Soul Sword in his hand, and the tense atmosphere was ready to go.

Meng Zhen lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, knelt in the center of the hall, bearing the Broken Soul Sword, with a calm voice: "I am willing to hand over the Soul Broken Sword to the heavens, but I have one condition. I want to see my disciple Shen Li, I also hope that the Lord of Heaven will agree."

"The demons! Shen Li is my grandson, when did I become your apprentice!" On the throne at the top of the main hall of the Tiangong, the Tianjun's voice was majestic and angry.

Meng Zhen stood up suddenly, staring straight at the Emperor of Heaven, and said in a firm voice, "If the Lord of Heaven disregards Shen Li's wishes and forces him to stay in the Heaven Realm, then I will never let it go if I am here."

"presumptuous!"

"Tianjun really doesn't understand. Why did His Royal Highness Long Yu expect the birth of this child? It's unfortunate for Shen Li to have such resentful parents. Now, if he doesn't want to stay, even Tianjun can't force him .”

The Emperor of Heaven stood up suddenly, stared at Meng Zhen, and asked in a deep voice:

"I ask you, you brought this child with you because you are from the Qian clan?"

As soon as Tianjun said this, all the immortals in the hall were in an uproar, and there were many discussions.

In the Qian clan, there are frequent people who commit the most crimes. The most recent one is the witch Qianyu, who intends to confuse His Royal Highness Long Yu. She is cruel and merciless, even her own sister.

But the most famous one is that Qianyun, who not only betrayed the West Sea, but also colluded with the demons and caused chaos in the Three Realms. The battle 3000 years ago is still haunting.

The ancestors of the Qian clan once lived in seclusion in the west of Zeshui, but after a few years, this is the situation, which is really embarrassing.

Meng Zhen ignored the strange looking eyes of the people around him, and said calmly: "If I say yes, can Tianjun let me see Shen Li?"

"A misfortune is born of a child! Everyone gets it and punishes it! Take it down!" The Heavenly Emperor waved his hand, and suddenly many soldiers in silver armor appeared in the main hall, holding spears and halberds, and they all surrounded Meng Zhen.

"Tianjun wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a person hurried out from the crowd. He didn't go to see the Heavenly Emperor, but came directly to Meng Zhen. His tone was unbelievable. He asked in a trembling voice, "Are you... Brother Yun?"

Meng Zhen looked at Qian Qiyu in front of him, 3000 years had passed, the young man who was somewhat domineering and somewhat proud in his memory, is now calm and introverted, with an ancient aristocratic appearance and demeanor.

"King of Jersey, be careful with your words." Meng Zhen was polite and distant.

"You are Brother Yun." Qian Qiyu was emotional, and stepped forward to pull Mengzhen's hand.

Meng Zhen took a step back and put distance between him.

At this moment, Tianjun frowned deeply, and said in an unhappy tone, "Hasn't the King of Jersey forgotten how the people in Xihai were massacred overnight? Such a troubled child, but you are here to admit your relatives, you are so stupid!"

Qian Qiyu was still waiting to say more, when suddenly the scene in front of her eyes changed, the original main hall of the Heavenly Palace seemed to be turned into a cage, the previous Heavenly Emperor and all the immortals were gone, only Meng Zhen was left alone in place.

Meng Zhen held the Broken Soul Sword, and just took a step, suddenly there was a raging fire rushing towards his face from all around, and beyond the fire was a huge spiritual pressure.The wrath of the heavens can frighten the soul, Meng Zhen took a step back, and in an instant thousands of spiritual powers struck, as if forming an insurmountable barrier outside the raging fire.

Meng Zhen frowned, most of his spiritual power was used to seal the Broken Soul Sword.If this barrier is broken now, then the seal of the Broken Soul Sword must be broken.However, the soul-shattering sword is full of hostility, once it is untied, it will be wrapped in black mist, and it won't be long before the Heavenly Palace will be like a mountain full of resentful spirits.

Thinking of this, he gathered the remaining spiritual power in his palm, and instantly pulled out Chaomu Wendi.The bone flute is bright red at the moment, except for the red flowers on the flute, the whole bone flute is bright red.

There was blood flowing in the bone flute, the skin on Meng Zhen's hands was almost transparent, and the whole body was cool, the cold penetrated into the bone marrow.Back then, he only had a white bone left on his body, and it was this Buddha bone that gave birth to flowers and gave him new flesh and blood.

The wrath of Tianji came raging, Meng Zhen held the Broken Soul Sword in one hand and Chaomu Wendi in the other, standing quietly in the flames.The flames were scorching, as if they wanted to burn away all the sins here.

Suddenly, there was a huge spiritual pressure attack from outside the raging fire. Meng Zhen raised his face and heard the flute to meet him. The moment the spiritual power collided, there was a loud bang, the anger of the sky disappeared before him, and the Lingxiao Temple collapsed in the impact.

"Demon Race evildoer!" There was an angry voice from the monstrous sky.

Meng Zhen walked through the ruins with his sword in hand, and the blood on the bone flute twisted, spreading the ground behind him into a dazzling blood path.

"Where is Shen Li!" Meng Zhen's face was pale, his voice was cold and cold, and he stared at the Heavenly Emperor in the void in front of him.

There was a sudden change in the stars in the void, and the Tianluo Formation shrouded it invisible.Immortals from all walks of life are sitting in the positions of the stars, and with the strength of everyone, they will attack the spiritual pressure from all directions through the formation.

Meng Zhen waved his flute to listen to the morning and evening. The red flowers on the flute blared bloodthirstyly, and the killing intent was all over the place. The invisible wind blade in the Tianluo formation with strong spiritual power tore through his clothes, but there was nothing in his body. a drop of blood.

A steady stream of fresh blood flowed through the bone flute, and the formation was filled with blood, and strong spiritual power collided.Suddenly Meng Zhen's eyes were full of hostility, and he heard the bloodthirsty long whistle of the flute in the morning and evening, and hit the Eastern Qinglong Star Xinyue Fox directly.

The violent air swept across, and the formation of Tianluo shattered a gap.

Meng Zhenti swept out of the Tianluo Formation from the gap in one breath, and suddenly heard a hurried shout: "Master!"

"Xiao Li!" Meng Zhen followed the prestige, only to see Liu Liu protecting Shen Li and rushing here.

Just at this time, a powerful spiritual pressure in the void struck overwhelmingly, and Meng Zhen only raised his flute in time to meet him reluctantly.

"Master!" Shen Li ran over like crazy, but was blocked by another barrier.

Meng Zhen only felt his heart tremble, he couldn't vomit his blood, his limbs and bones seemed to be shattered, he tried his best to support with the soul-breaking sword, but in the end he was still exhausted and fell to his knees.

When the spiritual power attacked again, Meng Zhen hesitated for a moment. If he unsealed the Broken Soul Sword, then he would be able to retreat completely and take Shen Li away.

But he can't do that.

From those dark days in the abyss of extremes, it was the long-lasting Sanskrit singing outside that day, allowing him to atone for his sins.He once made a bodhi vow, vowing to rid himself of all the hostility from the abyss of extremes, but now, only the sword spirit remains.

Meng Zhen lifted Chaomu Wendi and went up to meet him.

The ground was trembling, and the loud bang was endless.After a burst of smoke and dust from the collapse, Meng Zhen realized that there was a person in front of him who blocked all attacks for him.

"Ming'er!" The Heavenly Emperor rushed to ride the wind in the void, the worry in his voice could not be concealed.

"Ahem——Meng Zhen, I'm late."

Yan Chongming swallowed a mouthful of blood before turning around and helping Meng Zhen who was kneeling on the ground to get up.

"Yanshanjun, I'm fine." Meng Zhen's face was pale, and he tried his best to put Chaomu Wendi back into his arms, and blood began to flow through his transparent skin.

Yan Chongming's eyes were complicated and unspeakable, and he said to Meng Zhen: "Call out the Suihua sword."

Meng Zhen's spiritual power was exhausted and he didn't understand what it meant.

Yan Chongming took Meng Zhen's hand and lost some spiritual power to go there.Only then did Meng Zhen recruit the Sui Hua Sword.

Yan Chongming took the Suihua sword and put it in his dantian, and after a while, he summoned the sword again.

Meng Zhen immediately sensed some strange changes in his body. He was hit by a strong spiritual force before, and his limbs and bones were almost shattered with great pain. But now, he recovered in an instant, and those pains seemed to disappear out of thin air. Not only that, the previously exhausted spirit The strength is also abundant.

"Ming'er! What are you doing?" The Heavenly Emperor arrived in an instant, intending to stop him.

"Yanshan Jun, what's going on?" Meng Zhen also felt that this matter was unusual.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Yan Chongming handed the Sui Hua Sword to Meng Zhen, comforting him in a warm voice.

"Ming'er, you...you actually gave him the Suihua Sword? Do you know who he is?" Heavenly Emperor You couldn't believe it.

Yan Chongming held Meng Zhen's hand tightly, looked at the Emperor of Heaven, and said firmly: "He is my sweetheart, my son regards him more than my own life, please don't embarrass him."

Words are firm and clear.Above the Heavenly Palace, all the immortals were instantly petrified. Meng Zhen wanted to let go of his hand in shock, but was held tightly by Yan Chongming.

After the unbelievable shock, the Emperor of Heaven was full of anger: "Ming'er, you have never asked me for anything like this. Are you going to intercede for this devil? You can even take your own life!"

"I'm not asking, but the person I like, and I will never allow anyone to hurt a little bit."

"Do you know who he is? He is the traitor Qianyun from the West Sea, the chief culprit of the melee between immortals and demons 3000 years ago!" The Emperor of Heaven said angrily.

"Father, please don't describe it like this. No matter who he is, I only belong to him in this life, and I will never bear him."

Yan Chongming took the Broken Soul Sword from Meng Zhen's hand and handed it to the Emperor of Heaven,

"I took him back to Yanshan."

Everything was silent, and in the extremely weird atmosphere, Yan Chongming pulled Meng Zhen, walked over the collapsed ruins, walked past the wall of Yunhai Palace, and went to Jiuchongtian.

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