Fairy King's Handbook

Before leaving Fengdu, Meng Zhen went to the bottom of the Nether Prison to check, and there was no trace of soul, it was empty.Even there was no movement at the Samsara Terrace, Meng Yong didn't cook any more soup, and fell asleep lying on the bridge.

He didn't wake Meng Yong up. When he walked by the bank of the Wangchuan River, the endless flowers on the other side were in full bloom, and the bonuses were as red as blood. Against the cold and deep water of the Wangchuan River, it was warm and silent.

Meng Zhen picked a Bana flower and left the underworld.

Within the Three Realms, in the extreme north there is a mountain called Congji.

Walking against the wind all the way, the world is full of gunpowder and smoke, and the years of war and chaos are full of corpses, but those newly deceased mortals can't see the destination of their souls.

Half a month ago, although the fairyland was not very lively, at least the immortals from all walks of life came and went frequently.Now the gate of Tiangong is closed, and Lingxiao Palace has been in a state of ruins since the last collapse.

Meng Zhen didn't want to go to the Immortal Realm to check the anomalies, all the way north, and finally arrived at Congji Mountain.

He has never looked at this majestic mountain standing head-on like this. An endless abyss stretches across it. The towering Congji Mountain is deeply split in two. Clouds rise above the abyss. The entire mountain is covered with formation seals, countless .

Meng Zhen gathered a wave of spiritual power to slap it, and the upper barrier remained motionless.

He stood still for a moment, staring into the abyss.It is impossible to imagine how Yan Chongming slashed the mountain with a sword 3000 years ago, creating an abyss.

But it is basically certain that his mind and soul were severely injured after he split from the extreme mountain and sealed the remnants of the demons here, and he has been in seclusion for 3000 years.

Fortunately, his injured soul was finally healed.

The seals on the upper layer of the abyss have been superimposed layer by layer by various immortals over the years, in order to imprison the remnants of the demon clan forever.But Meng Zhen knew that when he left Congjizhiyuan, all the anger was resolved by him.

Beneath the abyss is rubble and magma, nothing but darkness.

Xuanyin said that Yan Chongming came from the abyss of extremes, so Shen Xun was naturally there too, but now Meng Zhen tried many times, and the majestic spiritual power hit the barrier above the abyss like a bull into the sea, without the slightest reaction.

Meng Zhen frowned, the barrier seemed to have been reset, and he could only exit but not enter.At present, no one has come out from here, and the missing fairy in the heavens is very likely to be locked up below.

Can't get in from the abyss.With this realization, Meng Zhen was really upset and irritable.He tried many times and was exhausted, but none of the barriers responded.

Such a strange situation outside made him even more worried about whether something happened to Yan Chongming.

He sat slumped under a pine tree on the side of the mountain, thinking about the way to enter the abyss from the extreme.After a while, he got up suddenly, rose against the wind, and hurried back the same way.

When he ran to the bank of the Wangchuan River in the Underworld again, he raised his left arm and poured the blood from his whole body into the bone flute. His whole body was as cold as snow, and there was no trace of warmth. He glanced at the cold river water and jumped in.

It was different from 3000 years ago, when he carried Shen Li along the underground lava of Congjizhiyuan, deep in the lava there was an underground river, and he went down to the bank of Wangchuan River.

But this time it was the only way out in desperation, going upstream, and groping for the lava at the bottom of the abyss in the dark river.Extremely cold water and extremely fierce fire coexist in the dark underground, and if the temperature of a little foreign object breaks the balance, the bones may be destroyed in an instant, and the soul will disappear.

Meng Zhen groped forward along the cold water in the ground, and when the fiery lava roared and roared in front of him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Zhen grabbed the man with a wave of his hand, jumped up from the tumbling magma.

"Yun, Brother Yun!" The man couldn't believe it, and grabbed Meng Zhen's arm tightly.

"King of Jersey." It was only then that Meng Zhen saw the person in front of him clearly. Qian Qiyu's feather robe was burned and torn by the flames.

But before the two of them elaborated, countless purple and black auras came from behind him in an instant, and Qian Qiyu's exposed skin was instantly swallowed and drenched with blood.

Meng Zhen grabbed Qian Qiyu and blocked him behind him. Those invisible air clusters stopped consciously when they approached Meng Zhen, but did not leave, forming a barrier, surrounded by angry and noisy curses and cursing Voices.

Meng Zhen frowned tightly, resentful and hostile from the abyss of extremes.Obviously when he left, he completely dispelled those demonic energy, and now it is even worse than before.

The lost ghosts of Fengdu, as well as the reborn souls of the human world, were all brought here by Shen Xun!

Qian Qiyu's hands were covered with blood, as soon as he pulled Meng Zhen, his white clothes were stained with blood, Qian Qiyu had no choice but to let go, "Brother Yun, you...how did you come here?"

He was tracked by these demonic energy just now, he was exhausted in the fight, and when he was dizzy, he was chased into the fiery magma ahead, but fortunately Qian Yun rescued him in time.

Qian Qiyu was exhausted, but he also saw that Qianyun clearly came up from the magma.

The piece of Buddha bone in Meng Zhen's left arm is the source of resisting the restless evil energy, but right now, there are two green flowers left on the bone flute, if all of them are used to overcome the difficulties in front of him, Yan Chongming still doesn't know where it is .

"King of Jersey, do you know where Lord Yanshan is?" Meng Zhenxin was anxious. Qian Qiyu should have been transported to Congji Abyss together with Yan Chongming in the Longevity Tianchi in the West Sea.

But at this time, when Qian Qiyu saw Meng Zhen, her mind was full of the scene she saw above the Changsheng Tianchi, Qian Yun died tragically from the abyss of extremes, and was swallowed alive by those enchanting purple qi.

His hands were still bleeding, and the deep part was almost bone-deep. The moment he was bitten was so painful, but 3000 years ago, Qianyun was here alone, being...

"Brother Yun." Qian Qiyu no longer cared about the blood on her hands, and hugged Meng Zhen from behind.

Meng Zhen was caught off guard, his whole body was stiff, he subconsciously wanted to push Qian Qiyu away, but apart from behind him, there were purple-black air masses clamoring to pounce on him, and when he pushed back, Qian Qiyu fell into the lava up.

"Don't be afraid." Meng Zhen only thought that Qian Qiyu was disturbed by these demonic energy, and was frightened, so he stiffened his body and spoke words to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Qian Qiyu let go of her hand immediately after hearing Meng Zhen's words.

Meng Zhen didn't notice it, and kept staring at the violent purple air in front of him, trying to escape with all his heart.And Qian Qiyu behind him suddenly walked up to Meng Zhen in a flash, and was about to summon the nine-tailed fish, followed by a scream that was too late to conceal.

Meng Zhen was extremely helpless and didn't understand what was going on with him.Seeing Qian Qiyu being devoured by the cloud of purple air, he had no choice but to drag her behind him.

"Brother Yun, I'm really useless." Qian Qiyu's sad voice came from behind.

"..."

Meng Zhen couldn't comprehend what Qian Qiyu was thinking at this moment, she rushed forward even after being bitten like that.These air clusters are not so easy to deal with. They are formed by countless resentful souls infused with magic energy, and they will eat up any living things in an instant.

"Are you okay?" Meng Zhen heard Qian Qiyu's weak voice, and looked back at him, only to see that his body was covered in blood and his clothes were torn. Meng Zhen could only gather a little spiritual power to heal those wounds for him.

Qian Qiyu remained silent, but she didn't hold Meng Zhen any longer.The situation in front of him is very similar to the trial on Fusang Island back then, when the mountain was full of fierce beasts attacking him and everyone was running away, Qianyun rescued him from the herd of beasts.

They are obviously brothers connected by blood, but when Qianyun was young, he never fulfilled his responsibilities as an elder brother, but always took the lead in bullying him.

Meng Zhen saw more and more purple qi in front of him, and there was no way to go on like this. There was billowing lava behind him, so he could only go forward.

Meng Zhen didn't hesitate any longer, and pulled out the Chaomu Wen flute from his left arm. The only two petals of green flowers on the flute were shining brightly, and the green light radiated out, and the purple-black demonic energy scattered and escaped.

"Follow me closely." Meng Zhen's left arm was numb, and he turned around to tell Qian Qiyu.

Qian Qiyu watched helplessly as Meng Zhen pulled out a piece of bone from his arm, so naturally and smoothly.He kept staring at Meng Zhen's hanging left arm, and finally, he stretched out his hand to hold that hand.

Limp, without a little feeling.

As Meng Zhen walked all the way, there were gravels all over his feet, and countless hostility dissipated. Along the road, there were actually bones that had been devoured, which was shocking.

From the depths of the extreme abyss, it is still the same as it was 3000 years ago, and every place has been walked thousands of times.There are more and more bones along the road, Meng Zhen frowned, these people are very likely to be the missing fairy kings in the fairy world.

Qian Qiyu kept holding that unconscious hand, walking beside Meng Zhen, seeing these bones, he felt sympathetic.

I don't know how long I walked, almost halfway through the abyss, and finally saw the big black rock in front of me.The surface of that mountain rock is smooth, like cutting with a knife.At this moment, the rocks were densely packed with people, and Meng Zhen even saw the Emperor of Heaven among the crowd, and many seniors familiar to Tiangong.

Outside the mountain rock, almost all the demonic energy from Congjizhiyuan gathered, and the huge rock was surrounded by darkness.And on the way to that rock, there are piles of bones.

Meng Zhen looked around and didn't find Yan Chongming, but at this moment someone on the boulder had already spotted them.

"Isn't this..." Someone spoke first, but suddenly stopped.Everyone looked different, looking at Meng Zhen with probing eyes.

The Emperor of Heaven snorted, turned to Qian Qiyu and said, "The King of Jersey is here."

Qian Qiyu nodded slightly as a greeting, and then followed Meng Zhen without saying a word.This time's demeanor made the fairy on the mountain and rock look disdainful.

"When was the king of Jersey so blinded by evildoers!" A fairy in the crowd accused him.

"Brother Yun, he is not a monster!" Qian Qiyu's eyes turned cold, and she glanced at the fairy who had just spoken.

Meng Zhen was calm and calm, as if everything others said had nothing to do with him, and it didn't mean anything at all.He stood outside the rock and looked carefully, only to find that Yan Chongming's Qianqiu sword was inserted in the center of the boulder, and the endless spiritual power scattered around the boulder to form an unbreakable barrier.

In these underground abysses surrounded by demonic energy, setting up such an enchantment consumes a lot of spiritual power all the time.Now for these immortals, only the boulder is safe.

Soon, the fairy on the stone discovered that Meng Zhen was unusual, the extremely weird green light of the bone flute was lingering, and the demonic aura couldn't get even half a step closer.It really is a monster!

There was a loud bang in front of it, and the violent rage around the huge boulder instantly gathered in front of it, and in a cloud of black air, someone came quickly.

When Meng Zhen saw the people in the mist clearly, he exclaimed in surprise: "Yanshanjun!"

Yan Chongming's body was surrounded by spiritual energy. Although he was walking in the abyss, none of the demonic energy could get close. At this moment, he was dragging an immortal in his hand, and with one force, he sent the immortal to the rock.

The next moment, Meng Zhen's hand was pulled vigorously, and he was pulled into a warm embrace.

Qian Qiyu was thrown onto the boulder with great force, and half of her foot was outside the rock, and she was instantly gnawed by the vengeful spirit, drenched in blood.

Yan Chongming grabbed Meng Zhen's unconscious hand with one hand, and the other arm tightly wrapped around his waist and pressed on his chest.

"Yan..." As soon as Meng Zhen opened his mouth, Yan Chongming suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

There are all kinds of gasping sounds that can't bear to look directly at them, and the immortals on the rocks can't bear to look at them and turn their heads.Doing such things under the watchful eyes of so many people is really offensive!

Meng Zhen's face turned red in an instant, he naturally knew that there were people on the boulder behind him, he was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he struggled hard, but Yan Chongming didn't let him go at all, and imprisoned him tightly in front of him.

Yan Zhongming kissed very hard, with cold anger and possessiveness all over his body, sucking and biting his lips, in a silent abyss, no one made a sound, only the two people in front of the boulder were left Embarrassed and flustered kisses.

Meng Zhenxin was furious, and when Yan Chongming was about to knock open his teeth, he bit down hard.

Blood was bitten on Yan Chongming's lips, but he still didn't care, as if no amount of kissing could relieve his heartache when he saw Meng Zhen.

On Changsheng Tianchi, the scene that suddenly appeared in front of him was a tragic image of what Meng Zhen had encountered in Congjizhiyuan. Although he had a premonition, he couldn't bear it at all.

Served the sword with blood, was swallowed alive, and died tragically at the bottom of the abyss.

Meng Zhen gave up resisting, since he had already lost face anyway.The long kiss finally passed, Meng Zhen lost his strength and leaned against Yan Chongming's chest.

Yan Chongming stared at his glistening eyes, shook his hand vigorously, and put it close to his ear, "Next time I ask someone else to hold your hand, I can do even more extreme things. "