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A millennium is a catastrophe. After passing it, the quasi-god ranks among the immortals and lives forever. The evil boy turns into a evil king, ghosts and gods of the underworld, but if he cannot survive, he will be wiped out in ashes and disappeared.

Therefore, the gentle and bright quasi-god Zhanli met the bloodthirsty evil boy Chong. With a cheap plan, he put on the illusion of gentleness and asked, "Zi Chong, would you like to go through the calamity with me?"

Since you don't know what feelings are, you might as well discuss them carefully together. After the catastrophe, you will be an evil king, and I will be a fairy.

At that time, Zi Chong, who readily agreed, didn't know that the quasi-god's calamity was to kill the one he loved in order to sever his emotions and desires.

—the tenderness he saw as salvation was a deadly deception from the start.

After a long, long time, Zhanli suddenly realized that every word of the world that Zisong said back then was just right.

Their husband and wife are deeply affectionate, they are loyal, they are each other's heart joy, and they are also each other's thousands of horses and thousands of troops against this world.

I still don't know what liking is, and I don't know what feelings are. I just don't want you to die.

——"A Li, I wish you a long life."

be! be! be!

Say the important thing three times!

There are masters and apprentices in the next year!

Content tags: strong spirits, strange gods, sadomasochistic love, deep fairy tale cultivation

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☆, trip to the underworld

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Pangu was born in the chaos, he couldn't see it, and in a fit of anger, he split the heaven and the earth from the chaos, lifted the clear and light things up to form the sky, and trampled the turbid and heavy things down to form the ground, turning them into two strongest The enchantment of Nine Heavens and Nine Springs.

Two formations, divided into three realms.

Above the nine heavens, there is the fairy court, where the Lord lives.Under the nine springs, it is the underworld, and the Lord dies.And between Jiutian and Jiuquan is the human world.

The clouds and mist in the Jiuchongtian are surrounded by snow-white fairy energy. In the auspicious mist, there is a hidden mountain like Daichun, with jade steps and clear water like waterfalls. It is a Yin-Yang school.

Passing through the large square engraved with 28 eternal stars, the complex corridor is exquisitely carved, with nine bends and eight bends. At the end, there is a circular school. In the middle of the open-air school, there is a short peach tree. The chairs are all made of Han stone and white jade, and they are neatly arranged.

Zhanli was sitting in the school alone, wearing a snow-white wide-sleeved gauze dress with green forging and a jade leather belt, black hair like a waterfall, meticulous, and a sapphire chilong silver-patterned crown on his hairpin. A man is mending old books piled on the table.

He was about to leave, so he had to help these worrying juniors and juniors mend the old books before he left.

"A Li is mending books again, you don't want to play with Yaoyao after mending all the books."

Pale mist suddenly rose from the old peach tree behind him, turning into a pink-clothed girl, about seven or eight years old, who jumped down beside him and lay down on the desk.

"Call Senior Brother."

The little girl pouted and called "A Li" three times in a row.

"Don't make trouble, Yaoyao. Senior brother is going to the lower realm. Before leaving, I have to help you mend the books, otherwise no one will mend the books for you in the future."

Furious, she took all the old books on the table into her arms: "I won't make up for you. A Li said he wanted to teach Yaoyao how to play chess, but he didn't. A Li is a big liar."

"Do you remember the Buddhist verses taught in Master's class? If you can't learn anything in class, how can senior brother teach you other things?"

Yaoyao blinked, and suddenly the golden beans were spinning, and she was about to cry with her mouth flattened: "Is it true that Ah Li will never go back to the Yin Yang School?"

He smiled gently, and had no choice but to take out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe away her tears: "In the future, when the senior brother is gone, there will be no one to protect you if you make trouble, and there will be no one to copy the homework punished by the master." Someone copied it for you, so you can’t mess around anymore.”

"Then Ah Li will bring Yaoyao along, okay? Yaoyao don't leave Ah Li."

With gentle eyes, he stuffed the square silk handkerchief into the little girl's hand: "Yaoyao, you are still young, when you grow up like senior brother, you will have to face it, crossing the catastrophe is our fate."

"Can't Ah Li not go?"

"Our quasi-gods only have a lifespan of a thousand years. If we don't go through the calamity, when the time comes, our gods will disappear and disappear. Only if we are lucky enough to survive the calamity, can we truly rank in the immortal class and live forever. You are only two hundred years old. Good morning. If we brothers and sisters are lucky enough to overcome the catastrophe and become gods, I will teach you how to play chess, okay?"

only……

Throughout the ages, not every quasi-god can return safely and be among the immortals.

Yaoyao hangs her head in silence, two hundred years old is not long or short for a quasi-god, but it is enough for this little girl to vaguely understand what life and death are.

"Okay, no one will help you monkeys mend the books after the senior brother goes down to the world, so you have to finish it quickly. Yaoyao will stop making trouble, be good."

She pouted, still refusing to let go of the old book.

At this time, a junior sister suddenly ran over and lowered her head slightly: "Brother Zhanli, the master said that the time has come, and it's time to go to the lower realm."

"Look, it's endless."

Yaoyao hurriedly stood up and put her hands behind her back awkwardly. She always had this look when she provoked the anger of the masters in the past.

He couldn't bear to reprimand, so he sighed, rubbed her little head with a smile, and said, "That's all."

There are still dozens of old books on the table. If he doesn’t make up this time, no one will pay attention to him after he leaves. He can only entrust it to the junior sister who came to pass on the message. There are more than twenty old books, can I ask you to help me repair them?"

The junior sister blushed and jumped for joy: "Brother, don't worry."

"Thank you."

Yaoyao is mischievous and has a hot temper, like a cat that has blown its fur. While catching up to say goodbye, Yaoyao raised eyebrows, jumped up and down, grabbed Zhanli's wide and wide sleeves, and said in the tone of a little adult: "A Li It’s just so beautiful, when you smile, all the seniors and sisters in the school will stare at you and giggle, from now on, you should stop smiling!”

Today is the day of crossing the tribulation in the lower realm, he really didn't want his junior sister to go into someone else's house and expose someone's tiles, so he had to follow his little ancestor's wishes, smiling gently while casually agreeing that he would never laugh again.

He didn't know that a sentence today would become a prophecy in the millennia to come.

She sent Zhanli to the Qixing Terrace at the entrance of Yinyang School, and the juniors and younger sisters she met on the way all greeted him warmly, but there was reluctance and sadness in their eyes, and he could only smile and nod their heads one by one.

Everyone knows that if we say goodbye today, it may be a farewell forever.

"Look, it's Senior Brother Zhanli!"

"Senior brother is really the most beautiful person in our school, but today he went to the lower realm to pass the tribulation, and I'm afraid he won't come back in the future."

"A few days ago, I listened to the discussion of the masters, saying that they have recommended brother Zhanli to take over the position of the god of spring equinox, and the divine edict has been drawn up, and we will wait for the brother to pass the catastrophe."

"Really? But...isn't the God of Huayuan the God of Vernal Equinox who has served for tens of thousands of years? How come he is about to give way?"

"Who said it wasn't? I don't know what happened to Huayuan Shangshen. He disappeared without a trace for three months. He can't work without the 24 solar terms. It is said that the four seasons of the world are in chaos, so I count on my brother to succeed me. It’s good to restore life to the world.”

"As expected of Senior Brother Zhanli, he really has the best talent."

The god of the vernal equinox...the head of the 24 solar terms?

"Look, brother is looking at me."

He hastily smiled at the two junior sisters and nodded his head, because he accidentally overheard their conversation, but was dragged to Qixing Terrace by the angry Xiao Yaoyao jumping up and down.

Qixing Terrace is the gate of Yinyang School, the big square engraved with 28 nights.

In the past, it was always deserted and deserted, and only when seeing off the brothers and sisters who were about to cross the lower realm, would there be a sea of ​​people here.

Just like today.

Zhan Li is gentle and friendly, and he is the biggest senior brother in the Yin Yang School, and he is the one with the best reputation among the younger brothers and sisters.

So today he descended to cross the tribulation, and most of the brothers and sisters from the Yin-Yang School gathered around here to see him off. When they saw him, they all called "Senior Brother" in a low voice, and made way for a small path. Star map, please see the masters in the crowd.

"Disciple Zhanli, pay homage to all the masters."

"Zhanli, today is the day for you to cross the lower realm, are you ready?"

Several masters are already in the immortal class. They each perform their duties and teach different subjects. They seldom appear at the same time. Surrounded by a sea of ​​people, they look even more majestic and dignified. Can not help but fear.

Along the way, he saw ardent hope and reluctance in everyone's eyes, but...

The more people expect it, the more disturbing it is.

The quasi-gods were born with aura, and after they were born, they were sent to Yinyang School, where they lived and studied.

Once the millennium limit is up, they are allowed to leave and go to the lower realm to cross the catastrophe, but there are very few people who successfully come back.

The word crossing robbery has never been so simple.

Master Qing Hui is the head of the Yin-Yang School, the head of several masters. Now he has gray hair and beard, hunched body, two long eyebrows that grow to the ground, a pair of eyes that can't be opened, wide sleeves and the hem of the robe. Dragging on the ground, it was like wearing a big white bag. This unfit Taoist robe has been worn for thousands of years in a blink of an eye.

He said: "Zhanli, you were transformed by the willow leaf in the clean bottle in front of the Buddha. You are the most talented. The doom is destined, and there is no way to avoid it. This time, if you pass through the lower realm, you will be ten thousand." A member of the gods and Buddhas enjoys a boundless lifespan for eternity. If you can't cross it, you will be wiped out and your body will be destroyed. Unlike ordinary people, you can still have the chance of reincarnation, do you understand?"

"Disciple saves."

The eyes of the masters are more serious than ever before, which makes people feel a little sad.

——When he came to Qixing Terrace to bid farewell to his senior brothers and sisters, he still remembered the expressions of the masters, but this time, the person who stepped on the galaxy became himself, and he gave birth to a different feeling a feeling of.

"Zhanli, there is an iron law in the lower realms this time, which must be obeyed and cannot be broken without authorization, that is, the balance of the three realms must not be altered without authorization, do you remember?"

"Disciples follow the instructions carefully."

The masters nodded, Master Qing Hui took a step forward, flipped his palm to activate his divine power, and summoned a golden bowl from his sleeve out of thin air, filled with some water.

"Zhanli, it is more difficult to overcome the catastrophe than to ascend to the sky. Whether you fail or not, it is fate. The masters can't help you here. You have to survive this catastrophe by yourself. This is the water of Yaochi, I can give you three crown feathers, which represent three wishes, no matter what kind of wish you wish, to help you overcome the catastrophe, but if these three opportunities are exhausted, you will only be wiped out and never return to the fairy court, remember ?"

"Disciple remember."

Daoist Qing Hui wet his hands, went forward and dusted his head three times. He felt itchy on the top of his head, and something was protruding from the flesh and blood. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch it. The three feathers are connected by flesh and blood, and they are the so-called "crown feathers".

"The time has come, Zhanli, it's time to go, don't think about it, let's go, don't stop, you will suffer chaos, remember, remember!"

He was still uneasy, standing on the star map of Qixing Terrace, before he had time to take another look at the Yin-Yang School that had lived for more than 900 years, several masters waved their sleeves, and the star map under their feet burst into dazzling lights. The light shrouded his whole body, and the scene in front of him suddenly turned upside down and distorted. The intense weightlessness made him dizzy.

The space was torn apart, and he felt himself falling straight down from the gap in the space, like falling into a deep pool. In a trance, he heard someone sigh heavily in his ear and said to him: "Zhanli, you have to succeed!" ah!"

——Zhanli, you must succeed.

☆, Destined to meet again

Even with the help of the masters, crossing the nine barriers was still beyond his ability to bear, causing him to temporarily lose consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in a certain mountain in the human world.

"Look, he's awake."

"Are you saying he is mortal?"

"It's a fairy, how can a mortal be so good-looking."

In a daze, there was chattering in the ear, as if someone was talking, and the symptoms of brain congestion and dizziness still had not been relieved. Zhan Li stretched out his hand to press his forehead, stood up unsteadily, squinted his eyes and looked around, but did not No trace.

——After careful identification, it turned out that it was a pair of little squirrels on the branch in front of him.

"Yeah, he's here!"

"Run!"

Startled by his gaze, the two squirrels raced away, and the dense forest returned to silence.

There was a smell of mud in the air, as if it had just rained the night before he came, and the rainwater gathered into a small pool not far from his toes.

It will be mid-spring in the human world, the time when all things recover, but the flowers in this dense mountain forest don't seem to be on the spectrum of the spring equinox god's nourishment. It is cold and claustrophobic, as if the frost has not melted, and the winter has not passed.

He recalled the talk of his juniors and sisters before the lower bound. For some reason, the position of God of Spring Equinox was being vacant, so that the remaining 23 Gods of solar terms could not work normally. It was probably a moment of negligence, unable to take care of every inch of hidden forest and wilderness.

——If he can succeed in crossing the tribulation this time, in the future, the important task of returning to the earth in spring should be his job.

God of spring equinox...

Thinking of the word crossing the catastrophe, his head, which hadn't recovered from it, became even more painful. He rubbed his temples, stumbled forward two steps, leaned over by the puddle of water, and indeed saw the There are three jade-blue feathers, with some sparkling light spots like fireflies.

With a slight tug, he hissed in pain.I had no choice but to rub it, and my heart really couldn't move the three crown feathers.

"God, God!"

He looked up and saw that the pair of little squirrels had just returned and were jumping up and down on the branches above his head.

"I'm not a god, I'm just a quasi-god who came to cross the catastrophe, you... are there something wrong?"

"Yes, yes. We came from the mountain in front. A few days ago, a monster came from the mountain where we live. It brought miasma, and even the trees were dead. We can't go home. Master Zhuangshen can help us Drive the monster away?"

"Monster? What monster?"

Two small pine trees jumped down from the branches, one on the left and the other nimbly jumped onto his shoulders, arguing.

"What a big bird, so... so big!"

"It's not a bird. How can there be a bird with only one leg?"

"Bird head, bird body, bird wings, why isn't it a bird?"

"If I say no, it's not. Its tail is like a pig. How could it be a bird?"

"It's a bird!"

"No, it's a monster!"

"Bird bird bird bird...!"

"Monster monster monster...!"

The dispute became fierce, and two small pine trees ran and fought on Zhan Li's body, but their movements were so flexible that he couldn't catch them at all.

"You mean a bird with only one foot and a tail like a pig?"

"Yes, yes, it really is a bird, right? Do you know the quasi-god?"

They finally stopped, and Zhanli was afraid that they would fight again if they disagreed, so he could only take the opportunity to catch them one by one.

"It's not considered to be an acquaintance, but it is very famous. But in the surrounding villages, is there anyone infected with the plague?"

"Yes, yes, right in front."

"We just passed by, it was scary."

"Yes, yes, there is still the evil king of the underworld who is slaughtering the village."

"What? In Tucun? Where is it?"

The two little squirrels were taken aback by his suddenly raised voice, and stuttered a little: "Go out, go out...you'll know when you get out of this mountain forest and look at the sky."

"Sorry, I will help you solve this problem, please don't run around here first."

He quickly eased his tone and said he was extremely sorry, first he put the two little squirrels on the branch, then he made a backhand and quickly flew away from the mountain forest.

As soon as I came out of the forest, I saw a clear sky, but surrounded by mountains in front of me, there was a gray and black rain cloud floating low, brewing a few rays of light from time to time, attracting bursts of muffled thunder, making people breathless.

——That light was blood red.

It seems that there is some hidden monster hidden deep in that group of terrifying rain clouds, rolling up and down.

One-legged, pig-tailed, and bird-shaped, those are the strange beasts recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing" - the heels, which will bring plagues.

And Shajun is the god of the underworld, in charge of the affairs of hell, and responsible for guarding the dead to be tortured obediently in hell. It makes no sense to suddenly come to the human world to start killing, and even massacre the village!

His heart sank, his heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum, something was pounding in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest, the pain was so painful that he convulsed, there was a faintly familiar smell floating in the air, but he couldn't remember it.

But the situation was urgent, so he could only put aside all complicated thoughts, speed up, and arrived at the gate of the village in the blink of an eye.

The small village is located deep in the embrace of the mountains, with only one road leading directly to the outside of the mountain, which seems isolated from the world, but the scattered kicks at the entrance of the village and the wet clothes hanging on the fence all show the simplicity and simplicity of this small village. now……

The thick black baleful energy sank to the ground, forming a black sea of ​​mist, almost reaching knees, moving with the wind, setting off small waves one after another, like a brutal and ferocious beast, surrounding the whole place with its huge body. The whole village is ready to tear the throats of these unarmed villagers at any time.

The ghost Fuyin soldiers maintained the tragic state they had when they died, some were blue and white and bloodless, some were missing limbs and feet, and their tongues were stretched out. They guarded the gate of the village, expressionless and menacing.

Passing through the gate, I saw the villagers who were infected with the plague with various symptoms. They were gathered together by these fierce Yin soldiers with weapons, hugged each other tightly, and were trapped in the open space, with despair and fear written all over their faces. The little children didn't dare to cry. Under the silence, there was only coughing one after another, making it even more desolate.

In front of the villagers, stood a man with his back to the door. He was dressed in black and red, his hair was untied and messy, and he was holding his right hand high.

Even if there is only the back view, it does not prevent the cold killing intent on his body from rushing towards his face.

Zhanli knew that once this man's hand fell, these villagers would surely die.

So, standing at the entrance of the village, out of the sphere of influence of the evil spirit, he said sharply, "Stop".

The red and black figure paused and turned around slowly. His loose black hair was fluffy, and there was an obvious scar above the left eyebrow, exposing a small piece of bone, which had been worn round and smooth by the years. On the top of the symmetrical right eyebrow, there is a short and small horn about an inch long——Zhan's heartbeat stopped again, as if something sharp had pierced his heart and lungs, causing him to suffocate.

He recognized this man.

The memory of diving deep in the bottom of the sea surged up, and the man in front of him gradually overlapped with the child in the memory. His facial features remained the same, and 800 years later, there was still not much change.

"Zi Sui...?"

The man tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly grinned and showed sharp canine teeth, which was very similar to the appearance in his memory, but it didn't seem to be quite the same. The surprise of reunion after a long absence, but also the sudden surge of killing intent, all kinds of things in the past, finally turned into an inexplicable, chilling smile.

"Zhanli...? You are Zhanli, long time no see, Zhanli God."

He had already forgotten how long it had been, but he only knew that it was so long that he trembled with excitement when he said the name again.

All kinds of things from 800 years ago suddenly flooded into the hearts of the two of them.

People are afraid of death and turn to life.

Therefore, the mortal world is full of yearning for the fairy court, but ignorant of the underworld.It is simply believed that the ruler of the underworld is King Yama, but the fact is that Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin is the master of the underworld. Under him is the five ghost emperors who are in charge of the five directions below the underworld. king.The King Yama known to the world is only one of the Ten Kings of Yama, not even the head of the Ten Kings of Yama.

And under the Ten Temples of Yama, there are 72 Shalords who are responsible for assisting the ghost emperors and ghost kings, managing the eight hells, and the sixteen small hells under each big hell, disciplining the dead and low-level ghost messengers. Walk through hell every day to ensure that every sinner is receiving the punishment they deserve.

The Underworld, like the Immortal Court, has a unique personnel generation system. The Immortal Court has quasi-gods, and the Underworld also has Shatong. The quasi-gods can only become gods after crossing the tribulation, and the Shatong must also survive the tribulation to become the Shalord and the god of the underworld.

Shajun's horn is three inches long, while Shatong's horn is only one inch long, which is their representative of ghosts and gods in the underworld.

Zhan Li is a quasi-god, and Zi Chong is Sha Tong.

One was transformed by the willow branch in the clean bottle in front of the Buddha, bathed in the Dharma, and born for salvation.

And the other one is formed by the condensed souls and resentful bones in the Wangchuan River of the underworld. It climbed out of the place where all the heinous crimes in the world gathered. It was born lacking in seven emotions and six desires, like a wild beast, and killing is an instinct.

800 years ago, 72 evil lords suddenly rebelled against the underworld, causing chaos in the human world. At one time, the world was filled with blood and manpower was scarce in the underworld. Emperor Fengdu then asked the fairy court for help.

Zhanli was two hundred years old that year, and he was the same age as Yaoyao now. Judging from his appearance, he was just a child of seven or eight years old. He was allowed to go to the human world to participate in the suppression, so in that battle, he met Zi haunted.

The evil lords gathered on the shore of Guixu, and tried to attack Penglai Xiandao with the momentum of breaking the boat. At that time, Zisong was only two hundred years old, like a stunted bean sprout, thin and weak, with an unrepaired long hair. The hair is as messy as grass, and there is a short horn growing on the left and right forehead, like two seeds sprouting under the withered wood of winter, but in those immature eyes, mad killing has begun to shoot out. Desire——At that time, his horn was not broken.

One is the side that suppresses the rebellion, and the other is the side that wreaks havoc on the world.

☆, immortal

When he was a child, Zisong was the same as now, with sharp canine teeth, which would be exposed when he grinned. The two of them met after they were alone. Standing on different positions, they had a big fight as a matter of course. The outcome was hard to tell. He fell down, broke a horn, and fell back to the ruins.

Guixu is a bottomless sea, and the five fairy islands are floating on Guixu. Once they fall, they will surely die.

At the critical moment, it was Zhanli who pulled him up, picked up his broken horn, and quietly let him go with the broken horn as a pact. Broken horns returned.

The Yin-Yang School is surrounded by the Immortal Court, but it is independent from the Immortal Court. It is even a pure and pure place. It protects and raises immature and weak quasi-gods. It cannot accommodate any evil spirit. In order to keep its promise, he can only put This truncated horn was wrapped with divine power, and together with the trace of evil spirit stripped from Zisong's body, he carefully hid it in his heart.

This collection lasted for 800 years.

The heart was hit by something again, and it hurts.

Ever since I saw this man, it was not the deer that thumped deep in my heart, but the broken horn that he had hidden for 800 years.

Zi Sui grinned and had sharp teeth, exactly the same as the disheveled little Shatong in his memory, except...

He is a villain who lives by killing, and the word human life is like dung to him.

It was like this 800 years ago, and it will still be like this 800 years later.

The sea of ​​evil spirit mist that almost reached his knees suddenly rolled violently, overwhelming mountains and seas, gathering at his feet, rising slowly, and suddenly there was a strong wind, and the sand and dust blinded his eyes.

It is clear that a step back is a clear sky, but a step forward is a time of demons. The rain clouds above his head are getting lower and lower, making it more difficult to breathe. The broken horn in his heart hurts him until he suffocates.

"Zhanli Shangshen... seems to have an unresolved grievance with Zai Xia, a mere mere boy..."

He reached out and touched the scar on the left forehead. The hard bone had passed through 800 years, and it was even a bit painful. The evil spirit rose up to surround him and gathered behind him. It seemed that there was a beast hiding behind him with its fangs and claws, and its slender hands wrapped around it. In the evil spirit, he looked extraordinarily pale.

A pair of eyes, however, were as red as blood, like the muffled thunder that sounded from time to time in the rain clouds overhead.

Zhan's heart hurt more and more, and he had to use more power to suppress it, so as not to frown: "Do you remember the promise of breaking the horn 800 years ago? You promised me not to hurt anyone again." Life, but..."

How innocent are these villagers infected with the plague!

And he actually wanted to massacre an entire village for no reason!

Knowing that someone came to rescue them, the villagers struggled and cried for help silently. Those eyes that yearned for life were more distressing than Zisong's broken horns.

Zisong just smiled, extraordinarily brilliant, as if he had never heard of it, white teeth: "So...you are the god. I am Shatong, and I live by killing. The promise back then was just wishful thinking. Did I agree? 800 years have passed, is Shangshen still a child who can’t grow up? Do you think that if you put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha immediately, you can really pass through hell?”

Zhanli seldom gets angry. He is pampered above the Nine Heavens, wandering in a sea of ​​gentleness. This time when he gets angry, he rarely frowned. There is faint divine power flowing in his body, and then he stepped into the sea of ​​evil spirit without hesitation. , Wherever he went, the evil spirit receded.

"I'll just ask once, these villagers, will you let them go or not?"

Zisong let out a "heh", and the evil spirit in his palm was like a flame rising higher and higher, even his hair was stirred by the evil spirit, he raised his head and smiled even more flamboyantly, he paused every word: "If you don't let go, what can you do to me?"

Zhanli gathered his divine power, and summoned a long silver sword out of thin air. The word "Ting Yu" was engraved on the sword, and the slender blade was still shining under the thick rain clouds: "Then cross again You once!"

He took the lead in the attack, and the clean and clear divine power condensed on the sharp sword Tingyu, and when he swung it, he attracted gusts of wind, like a knife blade, extremely sharp, and easily split a corner of the rain cloud above his head, and the light took the opportunity to pour Come down and hang over him and the villagers.

Like a god.

When the light shone on him, the man in green frowned, unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow, he could only see the grief and compassion condensed on that face, and even the sharp sword in his hand was covered with mottled marks. The light of Buddha is beautiful and gentle.

Zi Chong's heart was trembling, and he kept trembling because of being too excited, and his eyes shone with excitement.

As expected of a god.

he thought.

However, it was because of this that made him even crazier. He had no emotion, but at this moment, there was genuine hatred and murderous desire circling in his heart.

800 years.

He had waited 800 years for this reunion today.

He thought that Zhan Li's "feeling" for this day should not be as intense as his.

The evil spirit rose from the ground like a thunderbolt, condensed into the appearance of a skeleton, dragged a long black smoke, and let out a strange laugh of "嘿嘿嘿", and flew towards Zhanli. When it touched his divine power, it exploded into a flower A flower of smoke and dust.

And once the skeleton exploded in his ear, it would make a shrill scream, like a cat's sharp claws slashing across the porcelain, piercing, burrowing into the bottom of the heart along the limbs and bones, piercing the eardrum, making people unable to bear it Heartbroken, he was forced to try his best to dodge.

Under the thick rain clouds, the two of them got close to each other several times. Zi Song never used any weapons, and the evil spirit wrapped in his fist was as hard as iron stone. With the blade of the sword in his palm, there was even a dazzling flash of lightning. He smiled wildly and madly, and even took the time to taunt: "Zhan has been away from God for 800 years, why has he regressed? I think I am used to being pampered, and I have a good life." Not bad right?"

Then he shook his head again, prolonging his tone, with deep eyes: "...this is not fun."

The evil spirit quickly climbed up from his palm along the blade of the sword, and Zhanli's supernatural power drove him back together with the evil spirit. He swung the sword and replied solemnly: "I don't create killing karma."

But Zisong laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke: "Don't create killing karma? Then you know how much killing karma I have created for you in these 800 years since you let me go 800 years ago." ?”

As he said that, he looked back at the innocent villagers who were huddled together, and grinned out that little canine tooth: "Do you need me to help you rebuild it in person?"

Zhan Li frowned tightly, and was finally enraged by the success. The veins in the hand holding the sword bulged, and even made a slight "creaking" sound.

He laughed out loud, although the smile was not as good as his eyes, but he was very happy to hear it. He opened his hands, and the evil spirit gathered behind him soared several times, and the skull that turned into a smiling face attacked him head and face.

"Yes! That's it! My God, the fight 800 years ago has yet to be decided!"

Zhan left the side of his wrist, condensed dozens of phantoms while swinging his sword, and smashed those bomb-like skeletons one by one, and approached Zisong amidst the screams of the exploding skeletons, the sharp sword directly took his head, but was caught by him Tilting his head easily dodges.

He suddenly reached out to take the heart, but was blocked by a sharp sword. He almost smiled and said, "Why didn't God speak? What happened 800 years ago, have you forgotten? Should I thank God for being merciful back then?" , save my life, so that I can commit these murders?"

Zhanli turned and kicked him away, he rolled over and landed on the ground, lowered his shoulders and let out a low growl, Zhanli's feet suddenly burst into a sea of ​​blood, which was filled with a disgusting stench. The horrible and disgusting corpse had corroded to the point where only bones remained. It crawled out from the depths of the sea of ​​blood and tried to drag him. He jumped back in a hurry, but a piece of his clothes was still inevitably torn off.

He frowned again, and glanced at the corner of his clothes. Suppressing the disgusting feeling of wanting to retch in his heart, he swung his sword to slash, but he heard Zi Chong laughingly said: "These are the corpses of Wangchuan, although the crime is heinous. , only dead bones are left, but they are still alive.”

Hearing this, he subconsciously stopped his hands, and was stunned for just a moment, and was taken advantage of by Zi Sui, who slapped his chest directly with his palm, and was sent flying by his palm!

His chest was almost torn, and he couldn't get up for a while, but the pain in his heart became more and more obvious. A strong evil spirit burst out from the broken horn, rushing through his blood, like thousands of arrows piercing through his body, as if he was in a hurry to break through his body and die out.

Zi Song laughed again, and did not rush forward to give him a fatal blow, just like a cat playing with its prey: "Shangshen is indeed a Shangshen, and his innocent temperament has not changed for 800 years. "

After he finished speaking, Zhanli saw those dead bones turned into evil spirits and disappeared in a sea of ​​evil spirits!

The desire to kill in the heart became heavier again, and he gritted his teeth and struggled: "You lied to me...!"

With evil spirits in his hands, Zi Sui walked towards him step by step, still with a crazy and mocking smile on his face: "So what? Even Sha Tong believes it, and he deserves to be cheated!"

He finally struggled to stand up, and his divine power stirred up the wide sleeves of his gown. The pain in his heart forced him to hold his chest: "Zi Sui...!"

The divine power in the sleeve exploded, and attacked him head-on, but he waved his hand easily to defuse it. The divine power collided with the evil spirit, and the exploding air wave forced both of them back, but Zisong quickly dodged, and then the air wave approached again , his figure was unstable, and he could barely block it with a sword. In order to get close, Zisong completely ignored him, and sent his shoulders up, and then pressed the man to the ground forcefully with one hand,

The shoulder was pierced by the divine sword, and the blood just dripped down along the blade, staining Zhanli's lapel and wide sleeves red, but he smiled wildly, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all: "I have countless lives in my hands, but I haven't killed a god yet, if I can kill you, I will accept the punishment of God."

He pressed his shoulder with one hand, and pressed his knee against his waist, pressing him firmly on the ground, unable to move. Even though his shoulder was dripping with blood, he was still smiling, and that canine tooth was more like