Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

That is to say, he walked around the whole body, as if he had unlocked the lock, and his unconscious limbs could move immediately.

He hurriedly tried to move around, got up slowly, and glanced at Xinting again, his heart beating like a drum, of course he was going to leave, but, considering that he was no match for the old man Xinting at all, he could only Let's sit down and eat together honestly.

Although the food is simple, Xinting is very enthusiastic: "Try it, God, this is a wild vegetable picked from the back mountain. It's out of Luwu Mountain, but you can't eat it."

He responded, randomly picked a piece into the bowl, but didn't eat it: "You know that there are fierce beasts and Gu carvings living here, but you still dare to go out to pick wild vegetables?"

"There is no need for a god, but we are mere mortals, and we can't escape the word food. People regard food as their heaven."

"What I mean is, why don't you live in another place, but why do you want to live here in Luwu Mountain, where you live next to these ferocious man-eating beasts every day?"

Xin Ting paused for a big mouthful of rice, raised his head from the dilapidated bowl, and glanced at him.

He didn't rush, Gu Zi smiled gently: "Oh, I forgot that you were hiding from the True Yuan Sect. Have you been living here all these years?"

Sure enough, Xinting didn't go into it any further, knowing that he had indeed seen his own memories, he just glanced out, softened his expression, and said lightly: "The god already knows. Yes, the old man did kill the big brother Ning Shiren, but , the death of the head of the sect has nothing to do with me, here, the old sweetheart is buried, and I am here to accompany him."

Zhanli heard the words and looked, and saw a grave not far from the door. He remembered the scene where he killed Ning's deceased, and Lu Xuanzhi said that he broke into the funeral and took away Ning's body, so he subconsciously He just said "I'm sorry", but his heart drifted away. Could it be that he rushed back to Heming Mountain on purpose to snatch Ning's dead body, just to bury him under his nose?

Is it...

Does he like Ning Shiren?

Xinting shook his head, coughed twice, and suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter, as long as I remember him, he is still here."

As long as you remember, you won't really die...?

"I'm sorry, it's just... your sweetheart is your senior brother? Can you tell me about your affairs?"

Xin Ting glanced at him again.

He nodded and smiled, gentle and soft, and his brows were as calm as the wind: "To be honest, I still have love to overcome, but the word love is really unclear. move, ashamed."

Xin Ting then put down the bowl, his withered face wrinkled vertically and horizontally, and it seemed that there was a hidden dark light in those slightly cloudy eyes. He was a passerby in the world for dozens of years, but his experience was better than that of Zhan Li, who lived for nearly a thousand years. Quasi-God is much deeper.

"If the god has never been tempted, why does the heart hide the broken horn?"

He was startled, and subconsciously reached out and pressed his chest: "You..."

"Shenjun, please don't worry about it. The severed horn contains evil spirits, corrodes the heart, and threatens the life of the Shenjun. Fortunately, there was an expert from the Unknown Sect who suppressed it for the Shenjun before, so it did not cause more serious consequences. Now..."

Zhan Li was startled, he couldn't even sense it now, and the hand on his chest couldn't help but clenched into a fist: "What about the broken horn? You won't take it out, will you?"

"In the past, the physical body of the gods was transformed by divine power, and the broken horns of Shatong could be completely hidden in the heart by wrapping them with divine power, without hindering movement. Stuck in the heart, like a knife stabbing a needle, causing abnormal pain, and unable to take it out, so the old man has temporarily sealed the broken horn, so that the god can't feel it."

He heaved a sigh of relief almost inaudibly. Just as his heart was safely put back on the spot, he immediately hung it up again: "Seal? It won't damage this horn, will it?"

Xinting glanced at him, and laughed softly, with a kind of kindness and kindness: "Shen Jun... really hasn't been tempted?"

Zhan Li was stunned again, his face flushed red for no reason, he was in pain all the way because of the broken horn, and with his heartbeat, he licked wantonly in his body, and suddenly disappeared...

Instead, I miss it.

Ha, he is really a bitch.

"This is... Zisong's stuff. I just keep it temporarily. When the time comes, I have to return it, so I dare not damage it."

"Really?" Xinting Liangliang took away the untouched bowls and chopsticks, stood up slowly, and only said, "The calamity of the gods is very difficult."

Zhanli: ...

It's just that in my mind, I still couldn't help thinking of Zisong.

I thought of the fatal torture that he was waiting in the living hell for seven, seven, 49 days, died, lived, and died again, I remembered his determination to restrain his desire to kill at the expense of hurting himself, and he remembered that he was gradually corroded in the clean blood smiley face.

For some reason, all he could think of was that guy's blood-stained, crazy or desperate appearance.

Can't help but stretch out his hand to caress his heart, the broken horn that was crazy before is sinking peacefully in the bottom of his heart, just like the owner of the broken horn, grasping the right time in the gap of time, poison seeps into his heart, before he notices it When he was there, he had already occupied all the corners with a gesture that he couldn't let go of.

He...does this count as falling in love with someone?

However, counting the many crimes committed in the past, it is almost too numerous to write down. If you want to count it, he really wants to kill him.

Zhanli's hands and feet were still a little numb, and he bent down and walked out from the naturally formed short cave door. The door suddenly opened up, and a large yard was circled by bamboo strips, where the old grave stood. In the middle, there is no stele, only covered with a layer of green weeds.

He squatted in front of the grave, played with the weeds with his fingers, turned his head and asked, "Don't you weed?"

In fact, he admired Xinting very much at his age, and he still had the strength to transform it, or to dig out such two side-by-side caves, but since he loves it so much that he does not hesitate to risk breaking into the funeral to snatch the corpse, why... ...But don't cherish it?

He was in the room on the left, and Xin Ting was coming out from the room on the right, took the thick felt cloth hanging at the entrance of the cave, and said casually: "No, he lives here."

As he spoke, he pointed to his heart.

The person he loves has never been far away, and lives in his heart as vividly as ever.

Zhanli blinked, sighed softly, and thought of Zisong again, does he live in his heart...?

"In that case, why bother to take away the corpse?"

He paused, shook his head and said, "It's just a momentary impulse. When you regain your senses, you've already done it."

Zhanli didn't dare to ask any more questions, and simply squatted down in front of the grave to clean up the weeds. At first, Xinting was still leaning on the stone and watching him quietly, neither helping him nor making a sound. When I reached a corner, but I was old after all, I coughed twice and still couldn't stand, so I went back to the cave to rest.

...AMAZING OPPORTUNITY!

But now he is not sure whether Xinting has moved any special hands or feet to track him down. He only quietly moved two steps outside the fence to pick a small daisy, then stepped back into the fence, put the flower on the grave, and After a glance, he confirmed that Xinting had not come out, so he bravely took two steps further away, and then came back to offer flowers.

After such a cycle, he finally walked farther and farther. Seeing that Xinting did not chase him out until the end, he ran down the mountain recklessly.

In any case, he only knows what Xinting is planning, and he is a part of his plan, he is not sure what role he will play in it, in short...

He can't stay here.

He's going to Penglai to recover his divine power, he's going to cross the catastrophe, he's going to find Zi Chong.

However, he soon discovered why Xinting relieved the spell on him and let him walk around at will——

On this Luwu Mountain, a small world was isolated with the technique of Qimen Dunjia, and he was trapped in it.

It's not that easy to break through!

☆, please

Xin Ting is really old. No matter how ambitious he is, he can't stop the harm time has done to him. He has reached the point where he has to think about who he is before he can remember his name every time he wakes up. It is easy to become tired, and you will get short of breath if you take two extra steps, and your body is getting worse and worse.

He was nearly eighty years old, and in the human world, he was almost at the limit of longevity. He knew very well that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to prolong his life.

His time is running out.

Therefore, the things to be done must be done quickly, otherwise, the success will fall short.

At this moment, a certain feeling suddenly came to my heart - the Du gate among the two Zhongping gates was triggered!

This little quasi-god really let him find the location of the eight gates!

Unfortunately, I found the wrong door.

He turned over with difficulty, and his movements were inevitably slow, and suddenly there was a sound like a baby crying at the door, and as soon as he came out, a mighty big eagle covered in black landed directly on his shoulders, which seemed small in comparison. , the beautiful feathers even shone with a sort of brilliance in the sun.

——It’s a Gu carving.

The wings were stretched out, longer than the arms of an adult. Although the appearance was similar to that of an ordinary falcon, there were thick horns like a rhinoceros growing on its head.

Xin Ting couldn't bear it for a while, so he tilted his body, barely stabilized, and then freed himself to wave his hand: "I'm old, but I can't carry you on my back."

The man-eating giant Gu sculpture is also well-known in the list of fierce beasts, but in front of the old man Xinting, it behaved obediently like a pet. Sound, it's not really cute.

He understood the temperament of his pet, and shook his head with a smile: "Don't worry, he's different, he can't feed you."

As he spoke, he rose up against the wind slowly, and went towards Dumen in the formation. The Gu Eagle made a sharp and long cry, and walked side by side with him, flapping its wings.

In fact, the technique of Qimen Dunjia was invented by the human world to communicate with the gods, divination and prediction, but the communication did not work out. The gods and Buddhas in the fairy court disdain this thing, no matter how much mortals pray, it is the same When it should be drought, it should be drought, and when it should be flood, Zhan Li just thought it was fun, so he did more research.

But, fortunately, at least he had done some research.

Even though breaking the formation was not his specialty, he could at least confirm the positions of the two gates.

One is the real life gate, while the other is the useless Zhongping gate.

Xinting must be able to sense when this formation is triggered. However, fortunately, Shengmen and Dumen happened to be in two different directions.

Therefore, after Zhanli triggered Dumen, he immediately turned around and ran towards Shengmen.

It's just that, after thousands of calculations, he didn't think that Xinting had mixed with the Gu Eagle.

"Shenjun is worthy of being a Shenjun. Even if the divine power is lost, it should not be underestimated."

There are still two steps left before Zhan can step into the gate of life.

Turning his head to look, he suddenly saw behind Xinting, a giant black bird as tall as a man - Gu Diao!

Gu Diao noticed his gaze, twisted his neck and let out a cry like a baby crying, Xin Ting chuckled, stroked his beard, and patted Gu Diao's generous back: "I am old, thanks to you. "

It stands to reason that the Zhongping Gate cannot be broken through, even if he bumped into the Du Gate by mistake, he would not be able to get out, so he was not in a hurry at all, and rushed over slowly, intending to take Zhanli back, but on the way, Gu Diao But desperately tore him away to another direction, and this direction happened to be the direction of Shengmen!

Fortunately, he chose to come with Gu Diao in the end, otherwise...

Maybe Zhanli can leave.

Zhan Li frowned tightly, his eyes full of seriousness, and asked, "As a mortal, you actually hang out with such a beast as Gu Diao? Are you working for a tiger? What exactly do you want to do?"

Xin Ting sighed softly, nodded and lowered his eyebrows: "Shenjun, I said that I will not harm the life of Shenjun."

After all, as soon as he waved his hand and the formation was activated, Zhanli's hands and feet went limp, his movements were blocked, and he couldn't move again, so he was brought back to the cave by him, but this time...

There is also a gu eagle staring at him, those eagle eyes stare at him so that the hairs on his back.

"I'm sorry, Shenjun, the gu carving cannibalizes people for a living, it really scares the Shenjun."

Zhanli is like a butterfly tightly entwined by spider silk on a spider web, already a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board, turning his head and refusing to answer, he is screaming Zen Lingzi's name with all his heart, hoping that this guy heard his call , hurry to rescue him.

But unfortunately, Zen Lingzi had already thrown him out of the sky.

Instead, it was Xinting who beckoned the Gu Diao out, and immediately knelt down in front of the bed, his old face showed the ashes of death, it seemed that he had made a lot of psychological preparations before begging Said: "God forgive me, old man, I have a merciless request."

After saying that, he kowtowed deeply again, and fell down, his snow-white beard and hair fell to the ground, and there was a muffled sound when his forehead touched the ground, which forced Zhanli back to his senses.

Zhan Li is now leaning against the wall of the cave, his limbs are stiff and unable to move, like a puppet being swayed at will, even if he is a quasi-god who is pure-hearted and devoted to cultivation, he can't help but look cold: " Is this the etiquette for you to ask for help?"

Xin Ting raised his head, his eyes were as if there were no waves in the ancient well: "Forgive me, God, but now God has lost his divine power, no different from ordinary people, I am old, I can no longer control the gu carvings, this move... is also for the good of God .”

He sneered, and while trying to struggle as hard as he could, he raised his eyebrows unmovingly: "Really?"

Xin Ting paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, a hidden deep pain appeared on his wrinkled face, hot tears even rolled down from his cloudy eyes: "This old man has no intention of hurting the gods, and he has suffered for decades. Now it's like a candle in the wind, it's hard to hold on, only the last thing is not done, you have to wait for the gods to help, and ask the gods...to cut out your heart and save people."

After hearing this, Zhanli felt that the hairs all over his body were about to explode, and he couldn't help but want to back away, but his immobile body couldn't move, and his hands and feet began to freeze inch by inch: "What did you say?"

Xinting had expected his reaction long ago, and shook his head quickly: "No, the god! The broken horn has been kept in the heart of the god for hundreds of years, and the broken horn has long been integrated with the god. , will not harm the life of the god, but the god can save people, and there is no loss!"

Dig out his heart, but tell him he has nothing to lose?

Zhanli is indeed a good old man.

In the past, whenever the younger brothers and sisters of the Yin Yang School mentioned such a sentence, no matter whether they were familiar with it or not, he would help him with any kind of help. It means that he will dug out his heart for no reason and donate it to Xin Ting, a person who has no clear connection with man-eating beasts and has been imprisoned by him twice.

not to mention……

"What are you talking about? The heart of a god is not just a medicine. No one's heart can be used as medicine. What do you want to do?"

Xinting said nothing.

Zhan Xin trembled, and suddenly thought of a certain possibility.

"What you want to save is a dead person?"

——That, the lover who has always lived in his heart, he killed with his own hands, the master of the True Yuan School, the leftover sword of True Yuan would rather die!

Xin Ting stood up staggeringly, bent over and coughed a few times, then supported him with difficulty, took him to the cave next door, and said: "Shenjun see for yourself."

In contrast, this cave is more artificially hewn than the next door, and the dead roots of the trees are still spreading on the top. There are only two things in it-a large stone that acts as a seat, and a clean, clear, emitting air. The slightest bit of chill, the ice coffin maintained by a complex array.

Zhanli was standing at the door, through the thick layer of ice and the faint light from the formation, he could even see clearly the face of the young man in the coffin. His blue Taoist robe, his hair tightly tied in a bun, and his face with closed eyes still make people feel so cold and alienated.

Obviously, this young man is Ning Shiren, and he is no different from what he saw in the old days, lifelike.

But he was already dead, but someone was still taking care of his body after his death.

even……

Not only was Xin Ting preserving and taking care of his body, but he also used soul restraint to prevent his soul from leaving the body, and even prevented him from going to the underworld to be reincarnated!

The huge fear was terrifying, and Zhan's heart beat suddenly like a drum, the hair on his back stood upside down, and a cool wind pierced his spine from his limbs and bones, and he said sharply: "You are crazy! He is dead! And you killed it yourself You are not saving people! Everything in the world is born and dies, each has its own balance and destiny, you have become a demon!"

No wonder, no wonder that the tomb was covered with weeds, and there was no monument, because it was an empty tomb!

From the beginning to the end, he kept the corpse in the ice coffin in an attempt to resurrect it!

"I know." Xinting's calmness about this is beyond Zhanli's imagination, and this kind of calmness is even more frightening.

"I was originally the illegitimate son of the head of the True Yuan Sect. My mother raised me until I was eight years old and passed away. Before she died, she took me to the head of the True Yuan Sect for help. However, the head was neither willing to take me in nor to admit me. So, I don’t even have a surname. It was Senior Brother, Ning Ge who kept me and persuaded the sect leader to make me a disciple of the True Essence Sect.”

"Senior brother has raised me for ten years, and I have no relatives in the sect, only senior brother, and I like senior brother. So that year, senior brother got married, I tied senior brother, broke his marriage, lost the face of Zhenyuan faction, and held The door was so angry with me that I couldn't get sick, when I was taking care of the head and begging for forgiveness, Senior Brother Xuan Zhi saw the scene where the head fell ill and died, so he thought that the head was killed by me."

"All the disciples in the sect demanded that I be expelled from the sect, and the senior brother sent me to hunt down Xiqu from afar. Speak clearly. I only want to live without meaning. I only want to die in the hands of my senior brother. Unexpectedly, my senior brother would rather choose to expel me from the sect than hurt me. He will live up to me and face the rhinoceros He, that's a task I haven't finished."

☆、Zi Sui save me

Xinting paused for a moment, his brows were tightened tightly, his eyes revealed deep grief, and he said: "There is a forbidden technique in the door, only fallen demons can use it, it can bring people back to life, the heart of a god is exactly this forbidden technique The last and most important medicine guide."

Zhan Li couldn't move, he leaned on Xin Ting to stand firm, he coughed lightly, he couldn't hold him up because of his old age, so he had to let go, let him slip and fall, and sat on the ground paralyzed, He turned his back and coughed violently.

"You lunatic! You can't come back from the dead...you actually...!"

To save a dead body, he did not hesitate to use the technique of restraining the soul, in an attempt to break the reincarnation of the heavens and bring the dead back to life!

Xinting shook his head, laughed dryly twice, and let out a soft "hoo hoo" sound deep in his throat, like an old bellows that has been broken. A kind of burning and gentle affection: "Shen Jun doesn't understand. But one day, Shen Jun will also have someone who wants to let him live at all costs."

"But you also said that as long as you remember, some people will always be alive. Are you lying to me, or are you lying to yourself? Ning Shiren... He also said that he only needs you to live well! He has no What did you do!"

Xinting sighed deeply, pointing to his chest: "It is precisely because senior brother has never left me that I have to do it. Shenjun, do you know? Senior brother... didn't have to die at all, it was because he was young and crazy I, who killed Senior Brother, if I hadn’t made a big mistake on the spur of the moment, I wouldn’t have been sent to suppress Xiqu alone, and Senior Brother wouldn’t have rushed to help me alone, and I wouldn’t have given my life to me in the future. Facing the fierce beast empty-handed alone! This is what I owe my senior brother. The person who deserves to be damned is me, not my senior brother. Shenjun, even if there are thousands of mistakes and mistakes, the old man will bear it alone, even if the divine king kills the old man. No regrets."

Zhan Li's gaze shifted to the person in the ice coffin again, he moved the lid with great effort, and gently stroked the cold cheek of the corpse with his wrinkled and age spot-covered hands. There will be no more responses.

"Shenjun," he turned his head, with a piercing coldness in his eyes, smiling kindly like an ordinary old man next door, but what he said made Zhan Xin feel terrified, "This forbidden technique is life for life. , you need to gather all 81 souls to save 50 years of life for your senior brother, and now you only need the heart of Shenjun to wake up senior brother, Shenjun...doesn’t want those people to die in vain?”

Zhan Li shuddered abruptly, and suddenly understood his method of raising Gu carvings, he felt even colder in his hands and feet, and a heart that was about to be dug out was beating violently.

"madman……!"

At this moment, he suddenly began to miss Zisong.

If he wanted to die, he would rather die in the hands of Zi Song than to have his heart dug out by a lunatic out of nowhere.

Zi Song has always been impatient.

The Yin soldiers spent a day and a night in a carpet-like investigation, turning the surrounding ten miles into a strange purgatory, where Yin Qi and dead Qi entangled, covering one area of ​​the world.

He keenly noticed that these Yin soldiers disappeared in Luwu Mountain in the end, and when he went up the mountain to check, he found that these low-level Yin soldiers were lined up in order, circle after circle in the empty Luwu Mountain Turning around in circles, stepping on a broad road, even he felt that this scene was too weird.

Obviously, this Luwu Mountain has another hidden secret. He can feel that there is some kind of formation hidden in the mountain, but he can't explain it and is at a loss.

Even if Zhanli loses all his divine power, he still has his broken horn buried in his heart. It can be hidden so cleanly that even Sha Die can't do anything, presumably...

It is very likely that he was captured in this inexplicable formation, and all the breath was sealed.

However, Zi Chong himself is a thousand miles away from the word erudition, not to mention cracking this strange Dunjia Formation, he probably has never heard of these words.

After recalling the yin soldiers, within a few steps, he, like those low-level yin soldiers, started spinning around, no matter how much he turned, he couldn't stay in the same place, his violent temper came up, his eyes were stained blood red with the desire to kill, and he was full of evil spirits. For a while, sand and rocks flew, and the earth shook.

If he can't get out, then he will raze this place to the ground, nothing can trap him, and no one can touch Zhanli!

However, although the world is shaking outside the formation, inside the formation, there is still a peaceful and peaceful appearance.

Of course, for Zhanli, the quietness of these years is not as good as the earth-shattering created by the evil spirits outside.

Xinting helped him to sit on the stone directly opposite the ice coffin. For so many years, he had been sitting in this position alone, staring at his sleeping lover in the ice coffin.

Zhanli felt more and more like a puppet with broken strings, the feeling of being unable to move his hands and feet was really not very good, and the feeling of being poached out of his heart made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. Elderly people can't do anything about it.

"So... all along, you have deliberately approached me. From the very beginning, what you wanted was my heart!"

In this way, all doubts can be explained!

"Shenjun don't have to be afraid, the old man has prepared medicine, it won't hurt."

He just snorted coldly: "Crazy!"

Under his heart, he still kept shouting for Zen Lingzi.

The last time Xinting helped his lover tidy up his appearance, he was so gentle and careful, full of friendship and love, he turned his head and smiled, and said calmly: "Shenjun, senior brother is just a dead man detained by the old man. What the old man does today is all related to him." Senior brother has nothing to do, if the god wants justice, at that time, he will be killed or cut according to the god's wish."

Zhan Li glanced at the corpse in the ice coffin, shook his head, his heartbeat became more and more violent: "You still have a way out, there is no need. In any case, plucking out my heart is killing God, and you will never be reborn."

"If the gods understand the love and hatred of life and death, they will probably be able to understand. On the day the brother dies, there will be no way out in the old world."

"Xinting!"

He finally finished tidying up, stroked his face for the last time, and smoothed the slight wrinkles on the blue clothes, then picked up the slender and sharp lancet, walked towards Zhan Li step by step, smiled plainly, revealing Looking at the old tenderness, the eyes are full of guilt: "Okay, the time has come, I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry."

Zhanli's cheeks turned pale immediately, his heart beat like a drum, and he struggled hard, but his limbs were already paralyzed, and he couldn't move at all!

"By the way, Shenjun said that your heart is like a rock, and you have not moved at all. Now, do you have any thoughts in your heart?"

What do you want?

He suddenly remembered Zisong.

ha.He wanted to kill himself wholeheartedly, and he didn't hesitate to be punished by God for this. He had long regarded himself as his own property. If he didn't know why and his heart was gouged out, he...

How should we react?

Xin Ting smiled softly and kindly: "Think about him, God Lord, always think about him, and it's not easy to feel pain."

As he said that, he whispered something in his ear, Zhan Li's eyes widened in shock, and the next second, the lancet was caught in his chest unexpectedly, bleeding profusely.

Zi Chong, save me!

Zhan Li thought.

It's a pity that Zi Chong didn't have a tacit understanding across this strange door armor formation.

He was just holding back his anger, anxious and irritable, and bombarded the entire Luwu Mountain with his evil spirit as if to vent. After his anger dissipated, Zhanli still hadn't disappeared, so he couldn't help but start thinking about him when he was a child The first glimpse I saw, I thought of him as gentle as a candle, lighting up and warming his entire cold years, thinking of the poignant beauty of hiding his anger when he reunited and lying dying in a pool of blood, thinking of him pulling himself out of the murderous desire resolute and decisive...

Missing him, thinking about him, thinking about him.

I want to cut him open and swallow him, I want to cremate him, put the ashes on my heart, I want to tie a rope around his neck and hold him in my hand, I want to see the Adam's apple rolling over the knot, I want to hold him tight Tied to my side, regardless of life or death.

He wants too much.

This thought reminded me of the night in Jinli Mountain. Zhanli said that the strange beasts are guarded by the mountain gods. Strange beast, strange beast Gu carving.

That is to say...

There must be a mountain god on this mountain!

Immediately, he worked even harder to bring disaster to this Luwu Mountain. Smiling skeletons here and there with piercing and strange laughter exploded to pieces, and pure black flames rose up with the wind, quickly burning to death. took a slice.

"Mountain God! Come out! Otherwise, I will raze your mountain to the ground today! Come out! I will do what I say!"

Oh, sacrifice?

He has never been in the habit of treating people with courtesy!

"Mountain God! Come out!"

Finally, a puff of white smoke burst out from the raging fire, and when the smoke dispersed, a dragon that could wrap the entire mountain around twice appeared. Because it was too long, most of it had to be hidden in the soil. On the dragon body, the dragon head is more similar to a bird, like a giant eagle, saying in a thick and old voice: "Boy, don't be presumptuous!"

The mountain god suppressed the fury in his tone, raised his neck, and looked down at Zisong, who had become smaller in comparison, from a high position. He let out a low growl as if threatening.

But Zisong was not afraid at all, he still grinned sneeringly, and raised his head to show his canine teeth: "Are you willing to come out?"

"Keep an inch! Luwu Mountain is not a place for you to run wild!"

"Don't allow me to be wild, but allow others to be wild?" Zisong pointed to the formation behind him, contemptuously and contemptuously, "I just burned a few trees of yours and you jumped up and down, and they set up such a big formation on your side Fa, are you turning a blind eye?"

The mountain god was even more enraged, and raised his head to the sky and screamed sharply and ear-piercingly: "Get out! Otherwise, don't blame me for not saving face for you hell!"

"You'd better tell me how to break this formation right now, otherwise... I'll give you the exact words!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his body and jumped up, with a strong aura behind him, covering the sky and the sun, forming a dark rain cloud, and blood-red lightning, so caught off guard, he took the lead in hitting the mountain god with the head of a bird and the body of a dragon.

☆, live and die together

The mountain god couldn't dodge in time, and he didn't expect that he would actually dare to attack him. He was hit hard, and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. His huge body fell on the mountain, and there was a loud noise. Condensate into a soul-locking chain, and firmly fix it on the ground.

It had no choice but to struggle and said, "You...are you planning to kill the gods! Disrupting the balance of the world of beasts will also be punished by heaven!"

"God's punishment? Ha, I've never been afraid! Tell me! How can this formation be broken!"

The mountain god wobbled and wanted to raise his head, but was bound by the soul chain and couldn't move. He could only neigh sharply, and flames spewed out from the bird's beak: "You want to die!"

Zi Sui lightly jumped to the side, waved his hand casually, and the dark clouds above his head rolled up. Suddenly, fine and dense needles poured down like rain, pricking the mountain god all over his body.

He heard the mountain god's heart-piercing cry, but he grinned viciously, showing his canine teeth, showing a bit of coldness: "Don't tell me? I was born in the underworld, and I am most proficient in torture and torture. Does the mountain god want to try?"

After all, the mountain gods do not belong to the Three Realms. For tens of thousands of years, they have only one responsibility - to keep an eye on the strange beasts on their respective mountains, so the value of force is really not on the table. Under the circumstances, there was no power to fight back.

"You... stop...!"

Zisong stretched out his hand, smiling brightly, but his hands were peeling off its dragon scales one by one, and breaking its keel one by one, the evil spirit had already tied it into a hedgehog, blood flowed all over the ground, staining his body. He didn't care about the first hand, he only squinted his eyes and smiled, his obsidian-like brows and eyes were curved like a moon, and there was even a certain kind of innocence: "Why, does the mountain god want to say something?"

"You are courting death!"

"This is not the answer I want, hasn't the mountain god had enough?"

The mountain god was almost dying, and a puff of white smoke spewed out from the bird's beak. He sighed deeply and long, and said intermittently: "This formation... uses the strange technique of Dunjia. There are eight gates in total, and there are three of them. There are three gates of death, three gates of death, and two gates of Zhongping, I only know the position of the eight gates, but I don't know which one is the gate of life."

So, it's not that it stands idly by what Xinting is doing, it's that it can't.

It can't break the formation either.

Zi Sui squinted his eyes, stopped the torture in his hands, and remembered that when he entered the formation, he accidentally touched the door of death and almost disappeared with the formation. However, this time, the person who kidnapped him should also be in the formation In the middle, even if you touch the door of death, it will not hurt the people in the formation, at most...

The only one who hurts is himself.

"Then, no matter whether you break through the gate of life or the gate of death, can you break through the formation?"

"Yes……"

"Then say it."

"But how do you tell the difference between the door of life and the door of death?"

"It doesn't matter, if you enter the gate of life, I will go to see him alive, but if you enter the gate of death... then I will also go to see him after death."

Seeing his happy and excited smiling face, the mountain god shuddered, a chill ran down his spine.

However, Zi Song did not catch up.

Zhanli only felt a sharp pain in his chest, his breathing was stagnant, and he almost passed out, his throat was whistling like a bellows, he couldn't speak, his hands and feet convulsed from the pain, and he fell into a ball on the ground.

He is not dead yet, he can feel the blunt beating in his chest, hammering his ribs again and again, clenched his teeth, his face is pale, dripping with cold sweat, watching Xinting holding a lancet in one hand, With the other hand, holding his bloody heart as if he had found a treasure, he walked towards the ice coffin.

The trembling hands and feet are still adapting to the new heart transformed from the broken horn, ha.

It would be too embarrassing for a quasi-god to take his place.

Xin Ting knelt down beside the coffin with a plop, crying and laughing at the same time, the vertical and horizontal tears flowed down along the wrinkles and gullies on his face due to aging, avoiding the raised corners of his lips and slipping down, looking ugly