Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

Looking at each other, they watched him drift away like this. Although every step was down-to-earth, it always gave people a wonderful illusion that he would fly away at any time.

Ning Shiren was stunned by the innate immortality, but Zen Lingzi yawned loudly. After all, he has been dead for more than 800 years, and he has seen all kinds of big winds and waves. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going back to the Wuming faction to sleep, what are your plans?"

The reputation of the True Essence Sect is not particularly famous. 60 years have passed, and the old headmaster has long since passed away. He died at the hands of Xinting within a few days of acting as the headmaster. Most of the newcomers today don’t know him who came back from death. Eldest brother whose appearance has not changed, why should he go back to the sect to scare people, he said: "If the real person doesn't mind, can you stay here for a few days?"

Chan Lingzi really didn't have the energy to be polite to him, so he raised his hand and turned his head to leave: "It's not bad for you, hurry up, I can't keep my eyes open, young master."

Ning Shiren turned his head and saw that Zhanli's back was getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help hesitating: "But... what about the god? Don't you wait for him?"

Hearing this, he stopped in his footsteps, and sneered unhappily: "Let him die, I don't care about the gods and ghosts anymore, young master."

Having said that, he took the lead to walk against the wind, Ning Shiren took a look at Duguangzhiye, which was beyond his horizon, and then looked at his back that was resolutely going away. In desperation, he could only chase him in the air.

Zhanli is unimpeded, and all the beasts are gentle, scurrying around at his feet, looking at this lonely visitor curiously, he walks all the way to the towering Jianmu, which was originally planted by the Yellow Emperor A big tree is used to connect the sky and the earth. However, after thousands of years of honing, it has been gradually petrified and turned into a kind of stone pillar. The stone steps spiral up, revealing the old and The vicissitudes of life even make people doubt whether the thin hanging stone steps will collapse if people stand on them.

Zhanli looked up, Jianmu was so tall that he couldn't see the end at a glance, remembering Zisong who was being punished in hell, raised his eyebrows, and finally stepped on it without hesitation.

At least Jianmu has thousands of feet, which is higher than all the mountains in the world combined, and there is no shortcut, and he has no supernatural power, so he has no choice but to walk up with his legs.

And Zi Chong, who committed many murders, caused the wrath of the fairy court, and almost sent down the punishment of heaven, and the underworld agreed, until the fairy court let go, otherwise the punishment will not stop.

He has been to the underworld once, and he has also watched the punishment of Zisong once. He knows what he is about to face, and the only way to rescue him from the endless torture——

It is to let Wantian God and Buddha let go.

He stood on the first stone step, counted the cracks on the stone steps with his head down, and thought about Zisong confusedly, trying to think of some scenes that made him feel at ease, but it always reminded him of waiting in the living hell. , the beatings Zi Sui suffered, and...

The phrase "I promise".

Speaking of which, it seems that Zi Song did a lot for him and worked hard for him.

This time, it was his turn to sacrifice.

So, he took a deep breath, straightened his back, stood on the second stone step, knelt down slowly, then bent his back low, and with a very solemn expression, put his forehead Nibbling on the third stone step, after the sound of touching the ground, he straightened his waist again and said in a loud voice: "Zhanli, the quasi-spirit, please forgive me for Zi Chong!"

Then he stood up, took a step up, bent down and kowtowed, and begged for mercy once more loudly.

He didn't know if the ten thousand gods and Buddhas in the sky could hear his prayer from now on, but he knew that this building had tens of millions of steps.

For Zi Chong, he is willing to kowtow step by step and kneel to the ninth heaven.

While kneeling, he recalled many past events in a trance.

In fact, he is a naturally arrogant person.

When he was two hundred years old, he was still too young to be born with so much pride and vanity. However, as he grew older, he became used to the compliments from his masters, the compliments from his younger brothers and younger sisters, and his disgust and irritability when they reunited. One is because of Zisong's unprovoked killing karma. After pulling out the needle and thinking about it, he realized that there was another.

Second, it is his arrogance.

At that time, he, who was used to being aloof and aloof from the world, was naturally proud, and he no longer allowed him to have anything to do with such a lowly boy like Zisong.

But now, for the sake of this boy who once made him look down upon him, he broke down his whole body with pride, bent his waist down into the dust, he didn't care what kind of arrogance he was.

After all, he's a bad guy too.

☆、I'm not worth it

He is arrogant, he is arrogant, he is vain, but he is incompetent and reckless, he is full of shortcomings that are not worthy of being a god, he is not even comparable to Zi Chong, his magnanimity, and his purity .

Zi Chong still dared to look directly at his own instinct to kill, but he unintentionally put himself on the shelf with a false disguise.

Any tenderness, any joy, are all self-deception.

He never even noticed the vanity and desire hidden in his heart like a beast.

... It's Zi Chong.

It was he who lifted off the layers of camouflage that he had covered and released the truest self, and it was he who, unintentionally, taught him many things that he had never noticed.

So he wants to save him, at any cost.

When Zhanli knelt on Jianmu, Zisong was being punished in the underworld.

This time, the Ghost Emperor temporarily handed over the Shouting Hell supervised by Li Nu to Feng Xuetai, another evil lord, so she has no other job now, and only needs to watch Zi Sui carry out his execution, which actually puts her in a good mood, after all , it is much easier to take care of one person than a lot of people.

As for punishment?

She doesn't care at all.

The reason why the Ghost Emperor wanted Zi Chong to go back to the underworld to be punished was because under the punishment of the heavens, Zi Chong would die without a doubt. Although the punishment in the underworld was more severe than the punishment from the heavens, at least people never really died in the underworld. Will bring him back to life.

pain?

People in the underworld are not pampered flowers. In this hell, there is not a single person or ghost who grew up held in the palm of his hand.

Pain is evidence of their existence.

She is not afraid, Zi Song is not afraid, no one is afraid.

So Zisong gritted his teeth, exhausted all the pride he had learned from Zhanli, and kept silent. Under all kinds of almost inhuman torture, he turned into a puddle of flesh and died, and was reassembled and resurrected in the wind, as if nothing had happened. , and then go through the next torture until death.

Life and death, death and life, without end and end.

He was lying on the ground, unable to get up under the torture, he only clenched his hands tightly into fists, the blood flowed into a river under his body, and the palms of his hands that were crackling due to severe pain were empty.

——He can only rely on fantasies to stay awake, restraining the instinct of painful struggle.

This fellow Zhanli...is really stingy.

He didn't even leave him any tokens, so now he can only imagine that what he is holding in his empty hands is that guy's throat.

Next time we meet, we must get something from him as a token.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't count the number of punishments, and then fell down again.

The ghost guard next to Li Nu suddenly whispered something in her ear, she let out a "huh" and raised her hand, temporarily suspending the punishment.

Zi Sui raised his head with difficulty, after all he was used to being hurt, and he still had time to worry about things other than panting.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw Li Nu gently swaying her lotus steps, squatting down in front of her, with a complicated expression on her face, she paused, and then said incredulously: "You are really capable."

Although Zisong was confused, the severe pain made him unable to make a corresponding expression, and he didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear of opening his mouth, he couldn't help crying out in pain, which would lose Zhanli's face.

...Obviously he didn't think about why he was bound to Zhanli.

Seeing his twisted expression, Li Nu could barely see some vitality, although her eyes were confused, but not too disheartened, to make her sure that he was still listening, so she chuckled and revealed a little bit of anger. With ulterior motives and treacherous calculations: "I thought you were being led away by that little quasi-god, but I didn't expect you to be really capable. You are being tortured here, do you know... what is your little quasi-god doing?" ?”

He let out a "goo" from his throat, opened his mouth, and vomited out a large pool of clotted blood before he could say in a hoarse voice, "Zhan... Zhanli..."

What the hell did he do?

Li Nu was naturally enchanting and beautiful, with a wicked smile, she revealed a bit of seductive temptation, she just said: "That's all, you can see for yourself."

After all, with a wave of his hand, a certain image appeared in front of Zisong. In the picture, the man in green forging and white clothes had his spine as straight as steel. Blood was dripping, and the wound on his heart seeped blood all the way, staining every step he knelt down, and dragging it into a bloody path.

I saw that man who used to be aloof and invincible, the man who he chased but couldn't touch like a Kuafu, was begging aloud every time he took a step on his knees——

"Quasi-god Zhanli, please forgive Zi Chong, and ask the Ten Thousand Heavens Gods and Buddhas to forgive me!"

So humble, so small, so...inferior.

Zi Chong's eyes suddenly widened, and he struggled violently like never before, making a constant "cuckoo" sound from the depths of his throat, making him look like a dying beast, so that Li Nu had to Take a step back.

He hates!

For a moment, he couldn't even tell what he was hating and who he was hating.He still doesn't quite understand what emotion is, and he's not sure whether his heart, which is so cold that it's covered with frost, is moving or not, let alone what kind of mood it's in.

But he only knows that he is irritable, he is wronged, he is uncomfortable, and he is in pain.

All these kinds of things fused into a kind of deep-rooted hatred that was even worse than before.

He hates!

Only Li Nu was startled, and murmured in disbelief: "Zi Chong...are you crying?"

On that blood-stained face, what was falling silently from the eye sockets were not tears, but what else?

But Zisong has probably stumbled and lived for nearly a thousand years since he was born. He has never cried, and he has never been wronged by anything. The feeling of hot tears rolling down made him vomit another mouthful of blood, and then he screamed——

"Zhanli—!"

I am willing to suffer endless punishment in hell for you, and I am willing to kill Buddhas and gods and slaughter all over the world for you. I take you as my life, and learn from your arrogance and gentleness. You are the joy of my heart and the difficulty of my mind. , it is the thousands of horses and thousands of armies that I use to resist this boundless loneliness.

I want you to be the quasi-god Zhanli who steps on clouds and wears rays of light, floating in the world without eating fireworks.

...I don't want you to kneel for me.I'm not worth it.

However, the man who was kneeling his pride into the dust didn't hear Zisong's cry with all his strength, he just repeated, over and over again, kneeling and getting up, gradually he couldn't even feel his knees, Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, blurring his vision, but he didn't care, his every move was as stiff as a puppet.

Only that sentence, he still remembers it clearly——

"Quasi-god Zhanli, please forgive Zi Chong, and ask the Ten Thousand Heavens Gods and Buddhas to forgive me!"

He didn't know how many steps he had kneeled, and he didn't know how long this road to the sky was. The temperature gradually dropped, and every step seemed to be on ice. Support, dizzy eyes black, the body is shaking, people worry that he will fall down at any time.

However, he did not.

He insisted on kneeling all the way up, his eyes were blurred, he could only act on instinct, his eyes and heart were full of evil spirits.

Zi Song committed this crime for him, and he is currently suffering the punishment of hell. He has seen those punishments before, and the cycle of life and death never stops, but he should not have endured that.

It's him.

It was he who had a mysterious crystal needle in his brain and suppressed his thoughts, so that he didn't guard against what he should have been wary of, and didn't doubt what he should have suspected.

Also him.

He used Guan Ling's power recklessly, impulsively and recklessly, causing his divine power to be crippled. Not only did he not help, but he was also hindered, and his heart was gouged out by a mortal.

It is all of these that caused Zi Chong's heart of killing gods, and caused everything that Zi Chong is enduring now.

It is he who should be punished, not Zisong.

As mortals say, the most difficult thing in the world is to ascend to the sky.

As he gradually ascended, the temperature dropped significantly. Before he even climbed halfway, his hands and feet were already numb from the cold, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a layer of ice crystals. The knife was like a blade, engulfing him, piercing him all over, even the blood from the wound was cold and almost stopped flowing.

He knelt down again, swallowed his saliva, and managed to utter the prayer-like supplication. He wanted to continue, but immediately fell down on the steps, convulsing uncontrollably due to excessive blood loss and hypothermia. , He murmured "Zi Sui" in a strange way.

Is what he has suffered now worth one ten-thousandth of what Zisong suffered?

Son...

In pain again, how many lives have you reincarnated?

There is cause and effect in the world, he is the cause, and the result should be repaid to him, Zisong...he shouldn't.

Thinking of this, he restrained the trembling of his limbs, insisted on getting up, and called out "Zi Sui" in a low voice.

Wait, I'm here...to save you.

However, his limbs were paralyzed, and when he stood up crookedly, he couldn't stabilize his figure, tilted to the outside, fell straight out, and fell straight down!

not good!

Although he still remembered to hold on to the steps, he couldn't bear the movement of his hands and feet, and couldn't keep up with them. When he stretched out his hands, he just barely rubbed them, and then fell straight down!

Damn!

At the moment when the body was weightless, a hurricane suddenly hit his ears, and he couldn't make a sound even though he wanted to shout. Then the body was surrounded by white light, and a familiar warm current swam through the whole body, filling the wound and limbs.

——It is divine power.

His divine power is back!

There was a flash of light in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he stood peacefully on the soft cloud filled with golden light. Under the fluttering of fairy energy, the wound healed, and the feeling of numbness in the limbs gradually faded away. The green forged white clothes also look like new.

If the person in front of him is not the real Qing Hui, the head of the Yin Yang School, who is it?

"Zhanli."

Almost subconsciously, he knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed heavily, which disturbed the flow of clouds, and suppressed his emotions and said loudly: "Master! Zhan Li came to replace Zi Chong, and begged the gods and Buddhas of Xianting Ten Thousand Heavens to forgive me." , I beg Master to relay it on my behalf. All the previous crimes, the cause of which lies in Zhanli, should not...should not be retribution to Zi Chong..."

☆, ghost gate, open

Master Qing Hui didn't come to help him, but shook his head, a little regretful, a little distressed, and a little sad: "Zhanli, are you... tempted?"

He raised his head in a daze, his body hadn't recovered from the fatigue of climbing Jianmu: "Be tempted...?"

Is he... really tempted?Or... simply don't want to owe favors to others, don't want people to suffer for you for no reason?

The phantom heart in the chest was still beating regularly, knocking on the ribs every time, every time it moved, the face of the fellow appeared, smiling when blood was stained, laughing when dying, Even when murder and arson are heinous, he still laughs.

This……

Is it a kind of like?

"Tu'er has never been tempted, I don't know..."

"Zhanli, for him, you broke your whole body with pride, kowtowed every step, and knelt to the ninth heaven. Is it because you feel that you owe him, or you don't want him to suffer?"

Why?

He couldn't figure it out.

He could only lower his head and close his eyes, pondering for a moment with a very painful expression, and finally shook his head: "Tuer...Tuter really doesn't know..."

Daoist Qinghui sighed a long time, and when the dust whisk came out of his sleeve, a strong wind suddenly blew up and wrapped him in it. His voice was torn into pieces by the strong wind, distant and heavy: "Go, Zhanli, go and think clearly, go Transcend robbery."

Think clearly...?

He was in the eye of the wind again, his gown was blown by the wind, and he fell straight down. The intense weightlessness made him have a splitting headache again, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

In the void, Master Qing Hui's voice came again:

"The punishment is over, and no one will suffer. Zisong...will come back."

His mind, which was as tense as a piano string, suddenly loosened, and his over-tired body made him fall asleep in this warm wind, Zisong...

He won't suffer anymore, he'll be fine, he'll come back.

This time, no one interfered, and Zhanli was sent safely to the Jianmu tree.

Zhanli was seriously injured, his body was almost riddled with holes, and his heart was gouged out. In this situation, climbing Jianmu, exhausted and falling asleep is inevitable.

Chan Lingzi sighed, yawned again, squatted on the ground and pointed to Zhanli who had fallen asleep, with a full face of resentment: "Sooner or later, I will be boiled to death by him!"

Ning Shiren shook his head and said nothing.

The guy said he was going back to sleep with the Nameless faction, but he turned around after walking halfway, and squatted under the building tree, staring wide-eyed, not sleeping. He hadn't closed his eyes for several days, so he proposed to watch it for him. So, the god will inform him as soon as he comes back, but this guy is still not happy.

Now that the god is back, he is cursing again.

Chan Lingzi stretched out his hand to help him, but he himself was exhausted, hanging on with his whole body upright, how could he have the strength to support Zhanli, so he gave Ning Shiren an unhappy look: "Boy, what are you doing?" Why don't you come and help?"

While belatedly helping him move Zhan Li to a relatively open lawn, Ning Shiren glanced at him with some embarrassment: "Accounting that I have been dead for 60 years, I should already be considered an octogenarian gone."

It's not appropriate to call him a "foolish boy", right?

What's more, he seems to be a few years older than this guy.

Unexpectedly, Zen Lingzi rolled his eyes, and there was a faint sense of pride in his tone: "I have been dead for 800 years, young master, and you insist on competing with me for my longevity?"

Compared with him, isn't Ning Shiren just a stunned young man?

He choked and was speechless, but with a glance, he saw that the frivolous and flamboyant man in red was already lying beside Zhan Li, and the two exhausted men fell asleep just like that.

……never mind.

The two of them slept like this for a full day and night.

Zhanli's divine power recovered, and the injuries on his body gradually healed, so he woke up first, but Chan Lingzi hadn't slept enough, and was awakened by Zhanli's slight movement.

"Zhanli! What's wrong with you! Don't you understand disturbing people's dreams and shortening their lives for three years?"

He was not afraid of this guy's getting up, and pulled back his big sleeves: "Who told you to sleep on my sleeve?"

Chan Lingzi was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he frowned tightly, turned over and continued to sleep, muttering and cursing "stingy ghost" again.

Ning Shiren squatted in front of the two of them, with admiration in his eyes, and said quietly: "You two have slept for a day and a night, are you still sleeping?"

Zhanli exercised his divine power, although it was only a few days, but the feeling of divine power was long gone, and once the divine power recovered, he felt relaxed, stretched out his hand to caress his chest, the heart transformed from the broken horn, Still beating regularly.

"He's not a human being, of course he's had enough sleep, but I'm a mortal child, and I have to sleep for another day."

"By the way, Zi Chong, where is Zi Chong? He hasn't come back yet?"

Ning Shiren shook his head, remembering the heart-piercing cry when we parted that day, a pain suddenly appeared in his cold eyes, and it disappeared in a flash, and respectfully said: "I have never seen Zi Chong come back."

"But... the master said that the Immortal Court has already forgiven Zisong's crimes, so why is the underworld still detaining him?"

Chan Lingzi didn't even open his eyes, and maintained a sleeping posture, his facial features were all wrinkled up because of getting up, and he was not very angry: "It will take a long time for the immortal court to go through a series of rules and procedures to get the news I don’t know how long it will take to take it to the underworld.”

... What's more, one day in the world is not known how many days it will take in the underworld.

"Wouldn't that child be punished for a long time in the underworld?"

He finally opened his eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Is he innocent?"

Don't these punishments deserve him?

Zhanli was speechless for a while, sighed deeply, and said: "Zi Chong, you are destined to be wiped out, why are you so obsessed with it?"

"Many crimes cannot be settled with one death."

He remained silent. It is true that Zisong was never innocent, and that is why he chose him to cross the catastrophe.

He hoped that when the time comes, he can rely on the crimes he committed without hesitation and no guilt. The only killing karma he has created in this life must be Zi Shou.

"Do you know how to go to the underworld? Since Xianting has to follow the rules, I can only go to the underworld to inform."

Chan Lingzi yawned again, the dark circles under his eyes had not been completely relieved, his cheeks were still a little pale, and his face was still sleepy because he didn't get enough sleep: "The only way to the underworld is the gate of ghosts. In the underworld, all ghosts and gods of the level of Shajun and above can open the ghost gate. world, otherwise, don’t even think about it.”

Zhanli raised his eyebrows: "I'm just a little quasi-god, even with the power of half the fairy court, I may not be able to break the Nine Springs Barrier, how can I do it?"

He rolled his eyes again, and lightly pointed to the only two crown feathers left on his head: "Your crown feathers are transformed by the water of the Yaochi, and the water of the Yaochi is a sacred weapon above the nine heavens, but not everyone can do it." Use it casually, and only when it is transformed into the crown feather on the quasi-god's head, can it have the magical effect of fulfilling the wish. Last time, as long as you made a wish, even I, who has been reincarnated and completely disappeared, can be recalled, although The price is the exhaustion of divine power, but it is also enough to go back in time and space, of course... you can also forcibly summon the gate of ghosts."

Zhan Li stretched out his hand and twirled the crown feather on his head, and muttered again: "The water of Yaochi..."

"There is no free lunch in this world. There is a price to pay for making a wish. This is the characteristic of the Immortal Treasure, fair and just."

"Then if you want to open the gate of hell, what price will you have to pay?"

Chan Lingzi gave him a blank look, full of unfriendliness, and raised his hands impatiently: "I don't know, you called me back to destroy the balance of the three realms, and the price is nothing more than exhaustion of power. It’s nothing more than a loss, but opening the gate of ghosts...compared with destroying the balance of the three realms, it seems to be nothing.”

Zhanli pulled it out gently, the crown plume was connected to the flesh and blood, and it still hurts to pull it out. Ever since the inexplicable needle in his body was forced out, he would think a little more about everything. Thinking about it, he turned his head and asked: "What do you want to calculate?"

Chan Lingzi paused and let out a "tss".Turning his head away, he muttered "clever" in a low voice.

"Are you really plotting against me?"

He spread his hands and admitted honestly: "Yes. But it doesn't count. It's just that I want to go back to the underworld, and I still have things to do."

And hell, how can he go there if he wants to?

He had no choice but to attack Zhan Li.

Zhan Li was taken aback by his straightforwardness, and raised his eyebrows complicatedly and strangely: "... quite honest."

"I stayed in the world just for a few answers, some of which have lost their meaning, and some of which died without a cause, but there must always be one... who can let me end the regrets of these 800 years." He looked back, sincerely and earnestly, The once unrestrained and arrogant face still showed the brilliance of his youth, but in those eyes, there was a kind of pleading, "I beg you once, take me to the underworld."

Zhanli turned his head away quickly, even if the needle was pulled out, he still couldn't change his soft-hearted bad temper. After this farewell, he ran into the quiet and silent Ning Shiren, and couldn't help but feel suffocated, thinking of the heart-wrenching pain , but asked on his mouth: "What about you, are you going?"

Ning Shiren came back to his senses, and let out a bewildered "ah".

"Hell, are you going? Maybe... you can see Xinting."

He smiled wryly, shook his head, and said after a long time: "I feel guilty, I might as well not see you, Xin Ting...I know him well, and he won't see me either."

Zhanli didn't understand much, but he chose to respect him. When he thought of Zisong, he finally made up his mind, no matter what the price was, he needed to end the pain Zisong was enduring as soon as possible, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

Gritting his teeth, he let out a "hiss", pulled out the second crown feather, and threw it forward: "Gate of hell, open!"

There was a flash of white light when the crown feather fell to the ground, and then the space was squeezed and torn, and there was a "crack" sound—it was the sound of bones colliding when the living skeletons in the underworld rushed out from the ghost gate. In the void, it was actually a real ghost The door is open!

Zhan Li exhaled, but found that his divine power had not been lost, so he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

☆、I'm waiting for the wind

Chan Lingzi stood up like a carp, jumped up from the spot, and patted him on the back: "Don't hurry up? Let's talk about the price later!"

He let out an "oh", dragged Zen Lingzi and walked into the ghost gate. Ning Shiren was standing outside the ghost gate, watching the ghost gate swallow the two of them, couldn't help but move his legs, but Before the sole of the foot hit the ground, he gritted his teeth and retracted it.

——Xin Ting will not see him.

After this moment of hesitation, the ghost gate suddenly closed and disappeared without a trace.

He came back to his senses and sneered palely.

Hell.

As soon as he stepped on the scorched and desolate red soil, Zen Lingzi lowered his eyebrows, as if there were many tiny ice crystals floating by his side, and he could condense countless frosts as soon as he exhaled, so that he stood beside him. Zhan Li, who was on the side, couldn't help shrinking his neck, and stretched out his hand to grab him: "A living person will definitely die in prison, and my divine power can still protect you, don't go away."

"It's all right. I'm dead."

"you……!"

Chan Lingzi's indifferent and terrifying expression didn't hold back at all, he just pointed out: "Aren't you going to find Zisong? Most of the time he will be punished will be in the living hell, the first of the eight hells. In that direction, you go."

"how about you?"

He finally stretched his brows and let out a sigh of relief: "I'll go to the place where I waited for Shaxu before, and take a look again."

After that, he turned and went in the other direction.

Zhanli looked at his extraordinarily bright red clothes. The outer robe embroidered with flowers and butterflies was insolent and gorgeous. In the whole world, it seemed that he was the only one who could control the two completely different kinds of aloofness and frivolity at the same time. The peerless radiance is just...

The resoluteness and decisiveness in the back look so indifferent and desperate, and the lifelike embroidered butterflies seem to be arranged into two words - "Farewell".

"Zen Lingzi!"

He turned around and didn't answer.

That indifferent expression was so strange that Zhan Li choked in his throat, put down his hand resentfully, blocked back with all kinds of words, couldn't speak anymore, and finally only condensed into one sentence——

"Be careful".

He seemed to be relieved that Zhan Li didn't say anything longer, and finally gave a light laugh, the corners of his lips curled up into a relaxed and comfortable smile, he turned around and walked away, just raising his face indifferently Raising his hand, he said, "Let's go find Zi Chong".

Zhan Li paused, feeling an indescribable sourness in his heart.

In those eyes, he faintly saw the same joy as when the broken void was wiped out.

he……

I don't plan to go back to the human world with him again.

However, he didn't have any extra time to hesitate, and in a flash, the divine power condensed auspicious clouds under his feet, shrinking the ground into an inch, supporting him and hurried towards the direction of waiting for the living hell.

The underworld is really huge, but Zhanli knows how to find Zisong, the smell of his blood floats in the hot and smelly air.

——He has always been covered in cuts and bruises, and his body will always have the smell of blood, so that it is deeply engraved in his heart, and he can recognize it at a glance without deliberately distinguishing it.

The Immortal Courtyard and the Underworld are not accessible, and it would be cumbersome and time-consuming to pass the news to the Underworld. Zhan Li is actually very glad that he broke into the Underworld at all costs, because when he arrived, the punishment was not over yet.

Sweet girl nestled comfortably in the grand teacher's chair, with a field of blood-red Bianhua flowers blooming at her feet, entwined around her feet, enchanting and charming, holding a booklet, drawing a circle lazily with a pen: "Next One prison."

A ghost messenger came up and asked if she should wait for the unconscious Zisong to wake up, she raised her eyebrows and put down the pen, her face was relaxed and comfortable, as if it was not her compatriots who were tortured to death, she said flatly: "Then you Let’s take a break and wait for the wind to come before continuing.”

And lying lifeless in a pool of blood, who couldn't even distinguish the human form for a while, if it wasn't Zisong, who could it be?

"Slow down! Zi Sui!"

Li Nu let out a "huh", saw the person coming, suddenly gave a low sneer, and changed her posture facing him, with her slender legs resting among the flowers: "Isn't this Zhanli Shenjun? Why, after kneeling, Jian Mu is back?"

Zhan Li didn't have time to pay attention to her sarcasm, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he acted supernaturally, agitated his long gown, and easily shook away all the instruments of torture and ghosts surrounding Zisong, and his voice was like cold iron in the floating strands of his hair: "Words from the Immortal Court , the punishment has been exhausted, no one will suffer, and no more troubles are allowed!"

She brushed off the unnecessary dust on the corner of the skirt, Shi Shiran stood up, contempt and hostility were intertwined in the seductive phoenix eyes, and the evil spirit gradually leaked out like a swimming snake under the skirt: "It seems, Zhan Li Shenjun, you still can't figure out your own status, Xianting is really our hell, is it your back garden in the Nine Heavens?"

He squinted his eyes, and took a step forward to block Zisong's body. With a twist of his wrist, a sharp sword struck out, "What do you mean by Goddess Li's words? You want to... use me as an envoy from the fairy court, and kill him in front of me!" Are you waiting for a living hell in the underworld?"

"Oh? An envoy from the Immortal Court? Can God Zhanli have a letter of communication, or a handwritten certificate from any god or Buddha in the Immortal Court?"

Zhan Li frowned, and was speechless for a while, but on the side of his hand, he had already summoned the divine sword Ting Yu, and his divine power climbed up along the blade, his eyes were full of murderous aura, no less than the previous murderous Zi Chong.

You see, people who love each other are always similar in the end.

"It seems... Zhanli Shenjun not only doesn't pay attention to our underworld, but also doesn't pay attention to Xianting. Do you still remember that you are just a quasi-god, and you are not even in the immortal class?" Not really. Who gave you the courage to run wild in my underworld?"

Zhanli didn't care, and his tone was cold and indifferent: "I just ask once, Zisong, do you want to let him go or not?"

"I won't let you go, so what can you do to me?"

With a wave of his sharp sword, he raised his divine power like a streamer, and his eyes were arrogant and unruly: "Zi Chong, I want to take it away."

"Don't think about it!"

Li Nu was full of evil spirits at the moment, covering the sky and covering the earth, covering the sky and the sun for a while, like a wave that hit her head and face. Zhanli had been prepared for a long time, and with a slash of her sword, she easily cut the dark wave of evil spirits into two For a long time, he stood firmly in front of Zisong, not retreating a step.

When the two were about to confront each other again, Ghost Emperor's old voice came from the void: "Stop."

Immediately, a soul-locking chain locked both of them and pulled them back.

Zhan Li was horrified, the soul chain was aimed at the people in the underworld, and all the ghosts and gods in the underworld could not break free, but the evil spirit was so hot that his whole body ached, so he had to use his divine power to break free of the soul chain.

"Ghost Emperor!"

"Li girl, don't be rude."

Li Nu had no choice but to grit her teeth, glared at Zhan Li again, not daring to be presumptuous anymore, and honestly bowed her head and answered "Yes".

Then the soul-locking chain receded from her with a clatter, and the ghost emperor said coldly again: "Since the little god Zhanli delivered the message in person, the punishment will naturally end here, but... the god should understand clearly that this is the underworld, not the Fairy Court."

Zhan Li quickly breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, bowed politely and said, "Ghost Emperor forgive me, what Zi Chong did was originally caused by me, and I was in a hurry, so I am very sorry."

He only heard a barely audible hum from the void, and then there was no more movement, and Li Nu walked lightly.