Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

A fang that was closer to the side of his neck could bite off his blood veins and make the blood spurt out.

He leaned down low, leaned close to his ear, and said in a deliberately low voice: "But I still want my severed horn, you hand it over honestly, and I'll consider letting you die with dignity."

"You didn't keep your promise, I won't give you the broken horn."

Perhaps the fact that he broke a horn 800 years ago made him brood, or maybe it was the years that had worn down his patience, which made him suddenly suppress his smile when he heard the words, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line, blood red The anger that could start a prairie fire rolled in his pupils, he gritted his teeth and said, "Return the broken horn to me."

☆、Tiangang Sword Formation

He is angry.

The broken horn was connected to the owner, and when he felt the breath of rage, he suddenly ran away. Zhan Li had no time to react, he only felt the evil spirit raging wildly in his blood vessels, the meridians protruded, and came out from under the skin, making his fair skin covered with black spots. The lines, at a glance, look like a cave of falling into the devil.

His divine power could no longer be suppressed, his expression was distorted, unbearable, he was tortured so much that he let out a low growl, and struggled with all his strength, the severe pain in his limbs, bones, muscles, and veins made him break out in cold sweat, and his long hair and hair were quickly soaked. The thin skirt reveals a side of the chest under the white gauze, and Ting Yu, who was condensed by divine power, suddenly burst, leaving only the hollow wound on his shoulder, which is still oozing blood.

Zi Xong let out a "Hey", and his fingertips condensed the evil spirit, and slashed from the side of his face to his chest. Sensed by his evil spirit, the broken horn became even crazier. The evil spirit swam in every blood vessel, causing people to twist in pain.

"You hid my severed horn in your heart?"

He was in so much pain that he lost his mind, and tremblingly grabbed his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, he gritted his teeth, but his words were full of powerlessness: "Stop..."

But Zi Song seemed to have found some new toy, he laughed loudly, and simply pressed his palm on Zhan Li's chest, and curled his brows and eyes: "You are so majestic, you actually sealed a broken horn and evil spirit of a wicked boy in your heart , and have been hiding for 800 years, just for a so-called promise made of nonsense? Zhanli Shangshen, you are so naive, it is a disease, and it needs to be cured."

His laughter was ear-piercing, and the severe pain made Zhan Li growl again, struggling hard, the humiliation in his heart was more capable of torturing a person into madness than the current pain.

800 years ago, when he was young and frivolous, he thought it was his mission to save all living beings, so he made a stupid "covenant of broken horns" and easily let go of a killing machine, but he forgot that Shatong has no feelings and relies on killing For a living, he only cared about being deeply moved by himself, so he did not hesitate to treasure the broken horn for 800 years.

idiot.

He scolded himself.

In the past 800 years, every innocent life under Zisong's hands, why didn't they die in his hands?

The evil spirit was stirring, and the severe pain was enough to tear people apart. Zhanli opened his mouth, and finally he couldn't even make a sound.

On the other hand, Zi Song played happily, controlling the evil energy to collide wantonly in his blood vessels, making the bulge of the blood vessels under the skin more and more obvious, and the black meridians gradually spread to his face.

At this moment, the three crown feathers on top of his head suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the clean and pure divine power of the Yaochi water permeated his whole body, and he was caught off guard and instantly forced Zisong who was sitting on him to retreat.

The sudden opportunity was enough for him to catch his breath, and he immediately mobilized his divine power to protect his heart, and forced out the evil spirit rushing around in his body little by little. His body was covered in cold sweat, his long hair was drenched, and the black evil spirit came out from under his skin like a poisonous snake. Generally entrenched on him, drive away.

Zi Sui stepped back three steps, patted the dust off his body nonchalantly, still smiling happily.

He always does.

No matter when he kills or thinks, he is always smiling, and it seems that he has no other expression except for a happy grin.

"I didn't expect Shangshen to hide such a magic weapon. This method seems to be less upright than our Shatong."

As he spoke, he was still trying to control the broken horn in his heart with evil spirit, but unfortunately he sealed the heart vein, there was no way to take advantage of it.

Zhanli looked at him, and thought of the little boy 800 years ago. He grew up like himself. His heart of helping the world saves people and loves all things in the world has not changed. Unchanged.

This made him shudder.

It was a big mistake to let him go 800 years ago.

If this battle between the two of them is inevitable, then the one who died should not be himself.

Then he suddenly had supernatural power, and he condensed the long sword Ting Yu again in his hand, and a cold light was reflected on the blade of the wrist.

"With you, I disdain to be open and aboveboard."

The divine power suddenly rose like a wave, a white halo spread from his feet, and 28 snow-white lightsabers condensed with divine power rose slowly from the ground, piercing the rain cloud above his head, and letting the light pour down. Down.

"This is... Tiangang Sword Formation?"

He had seen it once 800 years ago, but originally, the Tiangang Sword Formation required multiple people to join forces, stand in a selected position in advance, and each use their divine power to summon a Tiangang Sword to suppress one side. To a certain extent, they all belong to one of the best formations in Immortal Court.

Zhan Li...

Can only one person set up this Tiangang sword formation?

"It counts that you have some knowledge, but this is not the Tiangang Sword Formation."

After he finished speaking, he waved the long sword in his hand, and the 28 divine swords suspended in the air in a circle suddenly spun at high speed, causing a gust of wind, and they flew vertically towards Zi Song, and they were about to strike down!

Zi Sui secretly thought that something was wrong, so he took a quick step back, but as long as he was within the range of the sword formation, as soon as his feet touched the ground, the lightsaber would come chasing him from all directions, without giving him any chance to breathe. The air wave generated by the collision was enough to overturn his whole body.

He became more and more angry, and remembered the endless fight 800 years ago. He suddenly lowered his body and rushed straight towards Zhanli. The evil spirit condensed behind him into a raging beast, with a kind of The ferocity and determination to die together.

He doesn't care about anyone's life, including his own.

Zhan Li kept his brows cold and unhurried, with a flick of his wrist, he swung his sword lightly, those dozens of swords seemed to have eyes, and they changed the direction and forced the furious Zisong back, and the slightest touch Never give him a chance.

It is true that he can set up the Tiangang Sword Formation by himself, but no matter how talented a person is, he cannot compare to dozens of people, so whether it is in terms of lethality or defense, this formation is far from the real Tiangang Sword Formation far, but...

This half-baked thing is enough to deal with Zisong alone!

Zisong was wrapped in the black evil spirit, and his sharp sword went straight to the gate of life, forcing him to retreat again and again. This time, he retreated to the side of the villagers. He simply turned around, and the evil spirit rushed towards the villagers. As he went, he ran straight into a barrier of divine power and exploded into violent smoke.

Zhanli's tone was flat, and while waving his hands, he controlled the Excalibur to rise into the air again: "Do you think I didn't guard against you?"

Zisong let out a soft snort. Seeing the huge sword above his head flashing coldly and about to strike down again, he stepped back and waved his hand. The evil spirit formed a black sea of ​​flames and burned directly towards Zhanli, surrounding him. A skeleton struggled to crawl out from the ground, with a chilling "click" sound, and the bones covered with carrion and maggots tried to drag him into hell!

not good!

This guy opened the door to hell!

How could he have the right to open the gate of hell if he was just a boy?

Zhan Li didn't have time to think about it, so he could only hurriedly adjust the direction of the divine sword, which attracted a biting gust of wind, shattered into thousands of light blades, poured down like rain, and penetrated the entire gate of ghosts. The skeleton squeezed out of the door twisted into a ball, screaming sharply, black blood oozing from the pale and smelly bones.

——These skeletons are alive!

Zisong laughed loudly, and even bent over laughingly: "Hasn't God never committed killing karma? How does it feel to kill these living things? Are you happy? Are you excited?"

His hand holding the sword trembled violently, and the uncontrollable divine power rushed around in the sword formation, causing the entire sword formation to crumble instantly. No matter if it was an innocent mortal or a heinous skeleton, he should not have died so easily in front of him. hand!

"Zi Sui!"

But he seized the flaw at this moment, bullied himself, and the evil spirit behind him soared, covering the sky and covering the sun, like a monstrous wave, swallowing it wantonly, instantly smashing the unstable barrier, and the ghost gate re-opened. At the feet of the villagers, the skeletons climbed up one after another, dragging the living into hell amidst the screams of despair!

If a living person is imprisoned, he will surely die!

It was too late for Zhanli to defend against him. At the very moment, he threw his hand and stabbed the feather in his hand towards the ghost gate. The divine power on the sword swam away, instantly stopping the evil spirit that was devouring the living in a scream, but But in an instant, he became a hedgehog with all its thorns back, unarmed, and just like that, he was knocked out by Zi Song's fierce aura.

All of a sudden, the internal organs didn't know where they moved, and none of the seven orifices were bleeding. His bloody face made him look extraordinarily miserable.

Zi Sui straddled him again, perhaps because he had broken too many ribs, so that when he stretched out his hand, his entire chest was limp.

"Are all of you gods as hypocritical as you? Kill people with your front feet and save others with your feet? What? Living skeletons can be killed, but mortals must be saved? Self-sacrifice for others? Ordinary people are as small as ants, how many have you saved? Huh? God?"

Zhan Li was almost covered in blood, and his whole body was lying in a pool of blood. He was unsteady in his killing karma, and the sword array that he had to exert all his strength to control suddenly collapsed. The haunted ghost gate, to protect these innocent villagers, as for myself...

But he can only resist this with his physical body.

People who are too pale are suitable for this kind of bloodbath, and it would be better if it was a little more tragic.

Zi Chong thought.

So he tilted his upper body, straightened his arms, and tightened the hand on his neck little by little.

"Don't you want to save people? Aren't you aloof and floating in the world? Look at you, but you still have the compassionate appearance of the Buddha's light shining all over the world 800 years ago?"

He enjoys the feeling that this man's life is passing by under his hands. He is recognized as the most talented and future rising star in Xianting and Difu, and he...

It's just a lowly boy crawling out of the Wangchuan River, often accompanied by dead bones and dirty blood. In front of this man, he is just that dispensable ant, so small, powerless, and weak.

But now, that small, powerless, and weak person has become him, that little quasi-god floating in the world.

☆、Take a look at the lights

In the past, he was so high above that he was unattainable, but now?Isn't he now lying under him covered in blood and unable to move?Even his life is in his own hands!

what.

This feeling was so refreshing that he grinned again, and his eyes shone brightly.

Zhanli was so seriously injured that he almost lost consciousness, his breathing gradually became difficult, his face turned blue, and he coughed up blood and foam, □□ was cut into monosyllables one after another, crushed and extended little by little, he struggled to grab On Zisong's hand, the nails were almost broken in the flesh of his wrist.

Zisong let go of his hand, condescendingly looking down at his pitiful appearance of greedily breathing heavily, then tightened again, let go, and repeated endlessly, taking pleasure in this, and laughed, as for the nails deeply embedded in his wrist?

This kind of pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of stepping a noble quasi-god into the mud under his feet.

800 years, he hated him for 800 years!

"Zhanli...Zhanli! How does it feel to be as humble as me? How does it feel to be dying? 800 years ago...did you ever think you would have today? Zhanli!"

The evil spirit drilled out from his back little by little, like two huge butterfly wings, almost covering the sky, making them look like a god and a ghost, extraordinarily small.

"stop!"

Zi Sui suddenly had a stabbing pain in his back, and couldn't help but let out a low growl. When he turned around, he saw a few pieces of talisman paper with red stripes and yellow background floating over his head and face. He hurriedly turned sideways and hid.

"Monster! Hurry up and die!"

The girl in the lead had a familiar face, but Zisong didn't remember it for a moment. He was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, her long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and behind her were leading a few junior disciples who had just left the mountain gate. Seeing this purgatory on earth In such a scene, his face turned pale and he couldn't stand still.

He glanced at Zhanli who had passed out again, frowned and grinned, showing his canine teeth: "You guys? How dare a mere ant bite someone?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to take off the talisman paper behind his back, which caused him to "hiss" when he caught it between his fingertips, condensing his evil spirit, and instantly burned the talisman paper to ashes like a flame.

Seeing this scene, the young disciple who had just left the mountain gate was so frightened that he hid behind the female Taoist monarch, stammering: "Master... Senior sister, this, this, this, this... talisman..."

Zi Chong felt even more disgusted in his heart, and took another look at Zhan Li, he still had business to do.

Seeing him take another step forward, the leading female Taoist immediately raised her eyebrows, shouted "Back", and flew out more than a dozen talismans from her sleeves, heading straight for Zisong!

He sneered, his canine teeth were thick, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen talismans instantly turned into smoke and dust. This time, there was not even ashes left behind.

"not good……!"

Seeing him raise his hand, a fierce evil spirit rushed towards his face, the female Taoist monarch and his party couldn't dodge in time, they met him head-on, and were blown away!

"Overreaching, a bunch of idiots!"

After he finished speaking, he brushed off his sleeves, then turned around and walked towards Zhanli step by step, grinning and showing his sharp little canine teeth: "God... our old accounts from 800 years ago should be settled Liquidated."

Zhanli's consciousness has been dissipated, and he feels that he is falling continuously. The intense weightlessness makes it difficult for him to breathe, and he is dizzy. When he opens his eyes, he sees nothingness. .

Suddenly, the surrounding environment distorted like a curtain, shrunk into a ball, and glaring light came out from the gap, which made him unable to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that he had arrived at a magnificent and solemn gilded In the Golden Treasure Hall, the main hall was filled with ten thousand gods and Buddhas, and scriptures were engraved on the lotus throne carved in gold and jade. When he looked up, he saw the Buddha Sakyamuni sitting on his head, reciting Buddhist scriptures with a calm and deep voice.

He subconsciously walked into the hall and wanted to salute, but he saw a leaf fluttering down from the willow branch in the clean bottle in the Buddha's hand, and a puff of white smoke came out when it landed.

He froze for a moment, then stopped walking, and sure enough, after the white smoke cleared, a little boy about three or four years old was left behind——

That's him.

He remembered that this was the scene of his birth.

The big Buddha's loud and powerful voice was full of joy, he laughed loudly, lowered his head, looked at the immature little quasi-god, and there was supreme tenderness in his brows: "All worldly dharmas are Dharma, the little god bathed in Dharma, born Wisdom Dharma, good, good."

All the bodhisattvas and Buddhas laughed happily, and the whole hall was filled with an unprecedented surprise. He realized that this was an illusion, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky could not see him, so he looked down at his newborn self—— At that time, although he already looked like a three or four-year-old child, he behaved like a baby and could not speak.

A young novice novice walked quickly, walked straight through his body, wrapped the newborn him in a golden cassock, hugged him in his arms, and showed his two little feet.

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky looked down at this child, and his solemn and golden face was full of surprise and joy. He didn't realize it when he was a child, but when he stood in this thick and sticky area from the perspective of a bystander, Under his gaze, he felt a fatal sense of oppression, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't help but want to escape, but he couldn't move.

"Zhan Zhan Lusi, the bandit sun is not shining, the little god is in trouble for the rest of his life, and he is doomed to wander, so let's call him Zhan Li."

Before the Buddha met, he foresaw the parting. He gave the little boy wrapped in the golden cassock a loving look for the last time, and only left him these eight words——

"For the rest of my life, I am doomed to be displaced."

Zhan means strong meaning. From the very beginning, his name carried a kind of miserable atmosphere.

However, it is undeniable that the Great Buddha and Ten Thousand Heavens God Buddha were extremely happy about his birth, but it was too long ago, and he couldn't even remember the meaning of his own name clearly.

Before he recovered from it, the scene in front of him suddenly distorted and shattered again, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness hit him again. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have tried his best to protect those innocent villagers. Under the impact of the evil spirit, even he probably couldn't hold it, so...

Is this a revolving door before death?

He laughed at himself, and thought to himself that he had lived for more than 900 years, rounded up to a thousand years old. Doesn't it take a long time to see this revolving lantern starting from the time of birth?

The dazzling light dissipated, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw the little novice handing him over to the headmaster of the Yin Yang School, Master Qing Hui, who hugged him again and handed him over to another boy in white, who was his closest relationship. The close senior brother Chen Liu, then gently told the younger senior brother Chen Liu, who was not particularly old at that time, to take good care of him.

The word gentle is exactly what he learned from Senior Brother Chenliu who is like an elder brother.

——Speaking of Chen Liu, how is he doing now?

It's a pity that he went to die right now, and he didn't make it in time to see his senior brother.

Then the scene in front of his eyes changed again. He was floating in the clouds, and he saw the radiance under the clouds. It is Shakya Buddha.

His kind, compassionate face remained unwavering, and he was leading a little boy in plain Tsing Yi by his hand.

—that was him too.

He has grown up a little bit, he was two hundred years old at the time.

"Zhanli, what did you see?"

The boy in Tsing Yi stood on the cloud and looked down. Under the cloud was the bottomless Guixu, and a group of madly shouting evil lords stood in the dark on the bank. For the boundary, one step forward, the fairy mountains and islands are misty and misty, but one step back, it is dark, gloomy and desperate.

It was the battle 800 years ago.

At that time, there was already a trace of compassion on his face that was very similar to that of the Great Buddha, but it seemed particularly out of tune because of his immaturity. The boy in Tsing Yi blinked and replied seriously: "All living beings have all appearances."

He was floating in the illusion, a little confused, and couldn't figure out why he would make such an answer at that time.

"Zhanli, do you know that when the mind is born, all kinds of dharmas will be born, and when the mind is gone, all kinds of dharmas will be destroyed. As long as the Buddha's mind does not change, there will be blessings from the ten directions. Do you remember?"

"remember."

The Buddha nodded and squinted his eyes when he smiled. Unlike Zisong, that kind of smile was gentle and sincere. He summoned a long, slender and graceful long sword gleaming with silver light, and handed it to Xiao Zhanli: "This time The sword is given to you, its name is Ting Yu, from now on, whether it is redemption or slaughter is up to you."

After finishing speaking, he patted Xiao Zhanli on the back again: "Go."

So, the little boy in Tsing Yi held the Tingyu Divine Sword devoutly with both hands, and walked from the sky to the ground step by step, cloud by cloud, where the army of the human world was assembled.

In fact, in that battle, he never used this sword at all. One is because he regarded Ting Yu as a treasure bestowed by the Buddha, and he used it as a token to offer it up high, and he dared not desecrate it at all. ...

At that time, no one had taught him how to use a sword.

Zhanli seemed to be fixed there, unable to move, looked around, trying to distinguish the figure of the childish child who was only a small group of children in the dark army of evil kings, but he couldn't, he He couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see him.

Until he saw himself when he was a child and an army formed by mortals boarding Penglai Xiandao together, was scattered by the evil lord's team, lost in the fairy mountain and island for a while, and then, that same young boy suddenly jumped out of the corner Come out and throw him down!

800 years is enough to make his memory blurred, but today's illusion made him really see the events of that year once again - in these 800 years, Zisong really hasn't changed at all.

At least the ruthlessness and unprovoked killing intent are still exactly the same.

Xiao Zhanli was caught off guard and huddled with Zisong, and rolled from the hillside to the ground. He reacted very quickly, got up quickly, and took the upper position. His fists wrapped in evil spirits fell on Xiao Zhanli like raindrops.

Two-hundred-year-olds are still the same age as children in the human world, regardless of whether they are targeting gods or evil children. They have not formally started to learn how to control their own power, let alone have any actual combat experience. Fighting is really just fighting.

☆, evil king and sweet girl

But Xiao Zhanli, who is pampered and sits in a school with bright windows and clean windows every day, is obviously less proficient in this skill than the boy who runs wildly in the underworld, so he can only be severely suppressed by the boy and beaten blindly.

Zhan Li looked blankly at himself being beaten helplessly when he was a child, and even wanted to laugh a little, because he was beaten so badly this time, so he later learned from the pain and decided to practice hard on boxing and kicking. The Tiangang Sword Formation has been improved, and the idea of ​​confessing Tingyu has also been dispelled. Speaking of it...

Zi Song also influenced him a lot.

Xiao Zhanli pushed him while struggling, and pushed Xiao Zong to the ground. He didn't care, turned his head and rushed over again, but he subconsciously dodged, and Xiao Zong fell straight forward, knocking He broke his own horn and fell straight into Guixu, but was caught by Xiao Zhanli in an instant.

Zhan Li floats in the air, even as a quasi-god, he doesn't have the ability to go back in time, he can only watch helplessly as his young, frivolous and ignorant self pulls up Zisong, who was still young at the time, and sighs, regretting his mistakes.

Even the smallest devil can grow up to be a devil.

Xiao Zhan became a nerd after studying Buddhism. He not only tried his best to save a boy who was punching him in the last second, but also had a gentle smile on his face that he learned from Brother Chenliu and the Great Buddha. He said solemnly: "The Buddha is willing to feed the tiger with his body, cut the flesh and eat the eagle. I will not regret cutting the flesh and blood. I am also willing to save all sentient beings in the world like the Buddha. How about making a promise to cut off the horn? As long as you don't hurt others anymore Life, when we meet again in the future, I will return the broken horn to you."

As he spoke, he picked up his severed horn like holding a rare treasure.

After that, he hid the broken horn deeply in his heart for 800 years.

Zhan Li caressed his heart. He felt that he had lived for nearly a thousand years, and the most shameful, most regrettable, most unspeakable, and most unbelievable thing he had done was probably letting Zi Sui go here today, and hiding his severed horn in the In my heart, I carefully wrapped and nourished it with divine power, and even the slightest bit of evil spirit remained intact.

he really...

So stupid.

And the little boy can't understand Buddhist verses at all, and he can't understand the Buddhist principles that are contrary to his nature. He may only understand one word-"reunion", and then loudly said to him: "I will kill you when I see you again." !"

Xiao Zhanli just smiled gently, with a compassion similar to that of the Buddha in his brows: "Then let's talk about it when we meet again."

He laughed at himself again, Zisong's only advantage was probably that he did what he said.

After the reunion 800 years later, he really still wanted his own life.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him was mottled, upside down, grotesque, and then distorted and shattered again. The intense light forced him to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he returned to the Yin Yang School, the familiar scene, the familiar teacher. Respect, and familiar brothers and sisters.

Memories seem to speed up more than ten times, and they flash before his eyes. He saw a senior sister expressing love to him, but he never came back after crossing the catastrophe. When saying goodbye to his closest senior brother, Chen Liu, he had a long talk all night long, and saw that he gradually became the oldest senior brother, and finally became the one who was sent off.

He couldn't move, he could only be forced to look at these memories, and gradually became irritable, and finally, these memories began to repeat.

He's trapped in a hallucination!

He tried his best to break free, but he was still entangled in the memories, and these memories became intermittent and fragmented.

Until there was a voice coming from far, far away, indistinct, but it became his only life-saving straw at the moment. He tried hard to listen, and then he could barely hear it clearly. It was Zi Sui, the grown-up son The sound of evil spirits.

"Zhanli! Zhanli!"

He called out his name over and over again, like a light, a powerful force, attracting him, pulling him, dragging him out of the chaotic revolving door abruptly.

"Zhanli! Did you see me 800 years ago when you stood under the blessing of gods and Buddhas all over the sky? Have you ever thought of this scene today! Zhanli! Look at you, and that ridiculous compassionate person What does it look like? God? Huh?"

He couldn't speak, his eyes were dark, and he didn't even know whether his eyes were open or not.

Zi Sui tightened his hand again until the force on his wrist weakened little by little, and he didn't relax any more—he had had enough.

To be able to kill this man is enough to make him forget all the pain. For 800 years, since the first time he met, the thought of killing him and that little figure smiling softly against the light of Buddha have been in his mind Rooted for 800 years.

Now, it's time to completely banish him from your mind.

The female Daojun and her party are just mortals, if they are not cultivators, how can they withstand the blow of this evil spirit, I am afraid that they will go to the ground to see the king of Hades, and they can only lie on the ground, watching Zisong just like this While screaming "Zhanli" over and over again, he squeezed the throat of the man on the ground.

She only felt that her limbs and bones had been dismantled by life, she gritted her teeth and struggled to pull out the last talisman from her sleeve, and threw it over!

However, before the talisman flew to Zisong's side, it suddenly distorted in the void, making a horrible creaking sound, and the evil spirit suddenly rose sharply, and the foul-smelling corpses squeezed out frantically. The overflowing evil spirit was enough to burn this talisman into pieces. ash.

No, it's the gate of hell!

Surrounded by evil spirits, a woman in red clothes leisurely walked out of the ghost gate, with a three-inch-long horn growing on each of the left and right foreheads. A tie, crisp and neat, with a black suede girdle tightly tied around the waist, and a nine-section silver bone whip wrapped around it, which further outlines the waist that cannot be grasped.

"Zi Sui! Nonsense! Do you want to kill God?"

She walked gracefully, but frowned deeply, exuding an unquestionable majesty.

Seeing the person coming, Zi Sui didn't hesitate, and suddenly his evil spirit surged, trying to swallow Zhan Li, he wanted to kill him!

However, she was faster than Zisong. With a wave of her hand, a few huge chains protruded from her sleeves, hovering like a snake, passing through the evil spirit, and directly wrapped around Zisong's hands and feet, locking them tightly. Bind, abruptly dragged him over.

"No!"

He wants to kill him!

The feeling of Zhanli's breath passing between his fingers like quicksand is so real, the feeling that he is about to kill the person he loves is so refreshing, Zhanli's dying appearance is so tempting and amazing, but now it suddenly disappears, Nothing exists anymore!

"Sweet Girl! Get out! Let me go!"

The soul-lock chains of hell are specifically aimed at ghosts, even Zisong couldn't struggle to break free, he could only be dragged on the ground like a dead dog in a state of distress, and dragged towards the gate of ghosts.

The flirtatious woman known as the sweet girl glanced coldly, only glanced at Zhanli who was in a coma, and didn't look at the female Daojun and her party. She pulled back the soul chain and frowned: "Are you crazy? ? He is a quasi-god, you will be punished if you kill him! The turmoil 800 years ago, do you want to do it again?"

"What does it have to do with me! I want to kill him! Li Nu! Let me go!"

"Things who don't know how to repent, the Ghost Emperor calls you back to be punished!"

After saying that, he pulled him forcefully into the ghost gate, and the skeletons on the edge of the ghost gate gave off a stench, and when they moved, they made the sound of bones hitting each other, and the whole ghost gate exuded a gray-white death Qi and evil spirit are intermingled, it is the breath of the underworld.

After the two left, the gate of ghosts was closed again, and the world returned to silence. However, this small village that was originally peaceful and happy, only left a mess.

The female Daoist struggled for a long time before she recovered her senses from the impact of the evil spirit. She stumbled and got up, and went to help her juniors first: "Are you all right?"

The little Taoists are all only fifteen or sixteen years old, and they have just left the mountain gate. How have they ever seen such a terrifying and terrifying scene? In addition, they were injured by evil spirits, and all of them turned pale. Wake up, the horrible scene of the ghost door opening and the ghosts coming out, I am afraid it will become a big psychological shadow in life.

"Master... senior sister, then... what is that thing?"

"That's the ghost gate, the only passage to the underworld. Those two people, presumably, are the Shajun and Shatong from the underworld."

"Then..." Xiao Daojun rolled his eyes, pulled his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and pouted at Zhanli who was lying on the ground, "What about him?"

Nv Daojun covered her wound, went forward to check it, and then said: "It is the quasi-god of the fairy court, he is seriously injured."

The little Taoists looked at me and I looked at you, and they couldn't even speak for a while: "What...? Is he a real god?"

How many real gods can a mortal live for dozens of years?

The last time a true god came to the world was probably the Great War of the Three Realms 800 years ago. They had only cultivated the Tao for more than ten years, and they were able to meet the God.

The female Taoist frowned tightly, and stretched out her hand to feel the pulse on his neck: "No, his breath is already weak, we have to take him back to the mountain gate quickly."

"But..." A little Taoist gentleman raised a birdcage in his hand, covered with talisman papers, through the gap between the talisman papers, he could only see a gray mist inside the cage, which could not be seen clearly, and he could vaguely distinguish the shape of a bird. Contour, "What about the heel?"

The bird in the cage is exactly the "monster" that the two little squirrels mentioned earlier!

The female Taoist took a look at him and made a decisive decision: "Zhifeng, you are safe in your work, senior sister, don't worry, this time, you will go to Fuzhou Mountain alone and send your heels back. Senior sister has to send Shenjun back to the mountain gate for treatment. Remember Do not stay, you must go and return quickly, remember?"

Zhifeng Xiaodao Jun looked at her, and then looked at the birdcage in his hand. The heel was recorded in the Shan Hai Jing, and when it came out, it was a kind of beast that brought plague. He knew that he had a heavy burden on his shoulders, so he hesitated for a moment. , then nodded solemnly: "Okay, I remember, I will go back as soon as I go."

in case……

If the Nv Daojun knows that today's choice is not about whether to stay or stay, but about the life and death of the juniors, what will she do?

☆, reunion reunion

The group parted ways at this point, knowing that Feng Xiaodaojun went on the road alone and sent his heels to Fuzhou Mountain, while the female Taoist took the remaining little Taoists and brought Zhanli back to their mountain gate - the Wuming faction.

Zhan Li's divine power was disordered, almost hurting his soul, and under the violent impact, there were scars all over the place. At least two hundred and seven of the two hundred and six bones were broken, so that the entire chest was sunken, and the five internal organs All the internal organs are bleeding, and the inside of the intact appearance has probably become a blood soup, and there are terrifying bruises all over the neck——

It was left by Zi Sui, and it lasted for several days without fading away.

After all, quasi-gods are different from humans. Zhanli's real body is just a leaf, while Yaoyao is a peach blossom. The human form is just a transformed body. As long as the divine power recovers, it will naturally recover. Therefore, After returning to the Wuming Mountain, the Nv Daojun did not dare