Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

The Zhizhong female Taoist monarch behind her has already rushed out like an arrow from the string!

"Damn!"

Knowing that the female Taoist monarch is a mortal, how could she be the opponent of that evil boy Zi Chong?

It's just that he was one step too late, and her figure had already disappeared into the collapsed forest of the Wuming Mountain without a trace. He could only stomp his feet hard, his teeth itching with hatred, and the divine power in his wide sleeves soared, turning into a fierce aura. The wind swept across the entire nameless mountain, and quickly suppressed the raging flames formed by the evil spirit.

Without the flames, the thick bloody smell magnified several times, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and hurriedly chased to the top of the mountain.

Along the way, the blood gathered into a stream and flowed down the long steps of the white stone, mixed with strange pieces of meat and human body parts, the young and weak disciples were spread all over the ground like garbage, their hearts were open, mutilated, and blood Pools formed under them, floating and mixed with blood clots, exuding a suffocating stench. Before dying, pairs of empty eyes stared directly at the sky, and faces that were hideous because of fear were once gentle and kind. Called him "God Lord".

These disciples, he even said "goodbye" to him before he left!

What we meet now is their corpses!

Black air was gradually emitting from the corpses all over the place, and the evil spirit left in their bodies was corroding the corpses, gradually liquefied from the wounds, and made a "chicking" sound, making the scene even more weird and disgusting.

Zi Sui...!

He soared into the clouds, accelerated his speed, jumped straight into the sky, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

Master Xiushui was leading his disciples to line up, desperately guarding the last line of defense of the main hall. There was a large stone incense burner in the large square at the entrance, but now it has been broken into a piece of rubble.

Opposite them, the gate of hell was wide open, and the continuous stream of Yin soldiers and Wangchuan corpses forced these flesh and blood cultivators into a corner, and they were covered in blood because they used blood to drive the enemy away.

Xiu Shui yelled "Exorcism", and almost all of the disciples who had become blood men replied "I will not retreat" in a loud voice, and then rushed forward again with blood.

Their invincible clean blood, at this moment, has instead become a fatal weakness. Their blood is exhausted, but there are more and more lowly yin soldiers who are disposable. This kind of suicide battle makes them hard to beat.

What's more, among the Yin soldiers, there are still many high-level ones. With their own minds, they can use the low-level Yin soldiers as shields to avoid their blood, leaving them intact and clean.

Sitting on the stone pile and enjoying the dying struggle from the sidelines, if it is not a child, who could it be?

Zhan Li was furious, and a strong killing intent suddenly swept his heart. The unprecedented rage made him lose his mind for a while.

He leaned forward, the gust of divine power made his robe flutter, and in an instant he was in front of Zisong, without any hesitation, he punched that smiling face and knocked him flying go out!

Zi Sui was unprepared, or took the hit on purpose, but directly hit a white wall behind him, and the already precarious wall shattered into ruins.

The Yin soldier broke through the void and was about to rush back, shouting "Shenjun" sharply.

But Zisong sternly shouted "Don't come here", his movements stopped in response to the sound, and he didn't dare to move rashly. He also froze in place together with other low-ranking Yin soldiers, unable to move. The disciples took the opportunity to swing their swords, These Yin soldiers cleaned up.

He was about to get up, but Zhan Li was already coming straight to his throat, he barely avoided turning his head, and grinned with canine teeth: "God... Long time no see."

Zhan Li frowned, glanced at the corpse of the Wuming Sect disciple beside him, picked up a sword from the pool of blood, and wanted to grab his throat again, Zi Sui hurriedly wrapped the evil spirit around his arm, as hard as iron, resisting his move , and kicked him away again: "Is this how your gods greet old friends? Murder at every step, never die?"

"To shut up!"

Damn it!The mortal iron sword is naturally no match for Ting Yu, but at this time, he has no weapon in his hand!

To Zisong, it seemed to be a very happy thing to irritate him, enough to make him laugh out loud, his evil spirit surged, and his whole body was wrapped in the cloud of evil spirit: "It's no wonder I...God, who told me to Did you save my life back then? I’m a Shatong, and I live by killing, so I can’t be blamed for not being able to hold back the sect that slaughtered others, can you?”

"Zi Sui...!"

There was a strong wind in his sleeves, and he didn't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, so much so that the disciples of the Unnamed Sect were forced back three steps, staggered, and the divine power turned into thousands of rain-like arrows, and went straight to him.

Zisong opened the ghost gate, and the flying skeletons canceled out his divine arrows one by one. The skeletons made a trembling crackling sound, which made Zhanli even more irritable, and almost lost his mind. He jumped forward and opened the ghost gate , ignoring the evil spirit like a blade, he had already cut his cheeks and hands, just like this, the huge force directly broke through the defense line of the evil spirit, and pushed him to the ground, right on top of a pool of blood .

The disciple of the Nameless Sect was killed by him by surprise, the blood had already congealed into a pool of blood, the blood of the Nameless Sect is a sacred object to ward off evil spirits, harmless to Zhanli, but like acid, it corroded most of his flesh and blood at the moment of contact, Just like evil spirits corroding the corpses of those disciples!

Zisong was almost lying in a pool of blood, the blood was constantly corroding his body, but he couldn't feel the pain, he raised his head from the ruins with difficulty, and watched the man step by step into the blood and corpses, walking towards himself The way it came——

The corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line, and those eyes, which were always floating in the world, were condensed with a frosty murderous intent, and the anger almost swallowed him.

☆、Don't kill him

In the past, he was unreachable and untouchable, like a star in the sky, shining brightly, but as inferior as he is, no matter how much you stretch out your hands on tiptoes, even if you travel thousands of miles a day like Kuafu, you can't catch up with him. Even footsteps couldn't touch him.

But now...

Behold, how beautiful and near are his hateful eyes!

If he can't touch the high self, let him fall into the quagmire he is in, let him be as dirty and despicable as himself!

He suddenly laughed out loud, and the blood-corroded wound suddenly expanded and spread to his face, making it difficult for people to distinguish the expression on his face. There was only wanton laughter, which made people tremble in the bottom of their hearts.

"Come on! God Zhanli, come and kill me! Come and avenge the Wuming faction, come and kill me!"

How dare he mention the Unnamed faction!

Zhan Li became angry for a moment, and the divine power lingering around his body surged a little more. He suddenly raised his hand, and on the side of his wrist, the iron sword in his hand pierced his chest fiercely!

Poxu yelled "Shenjun" again, while struggling to avoid the siege of these unknown disciples, but Zisong's order prevented him from approaching him.

The evil spirits leaked from the wounds, but the divine power flowed into the heart and lungs along the veins. The large and small wounds all over his body greatly reduced his combat power, but it didn't matter, he could be dragged from the clouds into the quagmire, who was spotless, even if he was wiped out, He is also happy!

He coughed hard and spit out a mouthful of blood. Regardless of the pure power of the wound, he reached out and grasped the blade, more blood flowed from his palm, and his smile became louder: "Come on! Kill me! Let me go!" I died under your sword, kill me! Didn’t you never give a killing ring? Then you will always remember the person you killed the first time, come! Kill me, and then let me live in your memory forever, Torture you to death, kill!"

He has never been so happy, so excited that he trembled, as if he didn't feel it, or simply lost his sense of pain, the more blood dripped, the more he laughed, his eyes were brighter than ever, grinning open The blood-stained canine tooth was exposed at the corner of the mouth, with a desperate joy.

Zhan Li was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, and the hand that clenched the hilt of the sword changed into a posture to prevent him from stabbing the sword deeper.

He is a quasi-god, and has never committed killing karma since he was born.

——Even if he thought about killing Zisong more than once, he really never killed anyone.

Sensing his hesitation, Zisong laughed more ferociously and wildly, the light in his pupils was dazzling: "Come on! I have bloodbathed the Nameless Sect. I have killed so many people. I have destroyed the foundation of 800 years. Once, don't you take revenge? Don't you hate? Come! Kill me!"

The cold blade pierced through his body with pure divine power, and he could feel the blood draining from his wound, coupled with the large and small old wounds, it made his eyes turn black, just look at it The figure is no longer clear, but in my heart, I still feel happy and satisfied like never before.

come on.

Like myself, be a blood-stained devil; like myself, sink into the abyss of the sea of ​​blood transformed by sin; like myself, be tortured by the desire to kill day and night.

If you can't kill him, destroy him.

"What's the matter... God loves the world at the same time, can't even deal with me, a bad boy? Come on... kill me! Do you love me, a lowly boy, among all the beings in the world you love?"

His voice gradually weakened, seeming to be real and illusory, but it was particularly alluring, luring Zhanli's murderous intention and drawing his hatred. The pungent bloody smell around him was like poppies, rushing into people's heads for bursts of confusion. The hands are tight and tight.

Under the huge hesitation and struggle, the hand holding the sword finally trembled slightly.

"Monster! Suffer me to death!"

Zhizhong Nv Daojun suddenly jumped out from nowhere, half of her body was covered in blood, and she didn't know what she had experienced. Holding a talisman written in blood in her hand, she suddenly rushed straight towards Zisong.

Poxu didn't think much about it, Zisong's order was not to approach him, as long as he didn't approach him, he could do other things, so he almost subconsciously rushed forward to block the Zhizhong female Taoist priest.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, he hesitated for half a step, and he stopped his hand that was going straight to the opponent's death point, so that the talisman just stuck to his body, causing him to scream sharply, Rolling on the ground, she didn't even look at him, she passed him and went straight to Zisong without any hesitation.

Seeing that she drew out another talisman, she went straight to Zisong. In the gap of a thousandth of a second, Zhan Li suddenly got up, drew his sword straight, stopped the furious man, and said coldly: "Don't Kill him."

The next moment, he threw the sword, which was stained with blood from his hand, to his feet, and his tightly clenched fist trembled slightly.

Zhizhong Nv Daojun didn't seem to understand her meaning, she was stunned for a while: "What...?"

"I said, don't kill him."

"Shenjun! This evildoer slaughtered my Wuming sect! More than a thousand disciples were killed and injured, and the century-old sect was destroyed. How dare you let him go?"

This was the first time that Zhizhong female Taoist spoke to him with a hysterical volume and tone, and it was also the first time that Zisong expressed agreement with others.

He was lying in a pool of blood, almost dying, and he couldn't laugh anymore, because the injury was so serious that he even made a "huhu" sound in his throat, and roared vigorously: "Zhanli, Zhanli! Kill me! You Why are you so weak! Don't you dare? You killed me!"

Zhanli turned his head, and his face returned to its indifferent and detached appearance, as if the wavering and gaffe just now had never existed, and the alienation in his brows made him become that Nine Heavens again, standing on the clouds and bathing The noble god of the ten thousand-zhang glow.

"I won't kill you."

"God Lord!"

Just because he can restrain himself doesn't mean he can also restrain himself if he knows how to value women.

She traveled through the bloody sea, and all she could see were the remains of the brothers and sisters who were close to her in the past, or even more horrific stumps. Those were all the same disciples who were seeing her off just a second ago!The sound of "senior sister" is still in my ears, but now they are all corpses, and the last words she left are still forcing them to practice!

How could she watch this brutal murderer get away with it?

"I will give justice to the nameless party."

After he stopped Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch, he turned around and walked step by step towards Zisong who was lying immobile among the rubble due to serious injuries.

Zisong's almost slackened pupils gathered brilliance again, blood froth overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a "huhu" sound came from his chest: "Come on, kill me, and you can get justice for the entire Wuming faction, come on , do it!"

He was injured so badly that he was almost dying. Zhan Li deeply suspected that even if he was left alone, he would probably die after a while.

But he won't.

"The karma of killing is the heaviest among all other sins, and the most important of all merits is not to kill. I am a god who was born in the Dharma, and I will not be contaminated with killing karma for a lowly evil species. Zi Chong, you are not worthy."

Hearing this, the hollow "huhu" in Zisong's chest became more urgent and louder, his eyes burst out with strong unwillingness, and then he quickly sank down, shouting indistinct syllables in his throat.

not good……!

Zhan Li was about to step forward, when suddenly, the sky turned gray, and a biting cold wind suddenly picked up, making it impossible for him to move forward, so he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the door of ghosts opened around Zisong, and all the ghosts came out, crowding at the door with a creaking sound, and the enchanting girl in red slowly walked out of it, holding the soul chain in her hand, and put it directly on the almost dying man. Immediately after Zisong's body, a steady stream of evil spirit enveloped him along the soul chain, saving his life.

"I have met the gods, one of the evil kings in the underworld, Li Nu. Zi Chong slaughtered the nameless faction and committed a felony. I am ordered by the ghost emperor to take him back to the underworld to be punished."

"What?" Zhizhong Nv Daojun was full of surprise and disbelief, and couldn't help but go forward to rob someone, but was stopped by Zhanli.

What does it mean to be brought back to the underworld to be punished?

When the master of the underworld dies, they don't care about human life at all. Who knows if the punishment they receive when they go to the underworld is only a light sentence, or even this sentence!

Only then did Li Nu notice her, she only glanced at her, and then she was stunned for a moment, and then she returned to normal, but with some inaudible tremors in her voice, she quickly looked away: "Please don't stop the gods."

Zhan Li's eyes are cold. He has lived for nearly a thousand years, and he even experienced the tragic Three Realms War 800 years ago. However, he has never been so furious, and even when he was furious to the extreme, he calmed down instead.

He may, and has never been, so calm.

"The first time, Zisong wanted to kill the gods, so you brought him back to the underworld to be punished. Now... this is the second time. Your underworld failed to supervise your own evil boy, but you want the world to bear the consequences!"

Li Nu took a step forward, holding on to the soul chain tightly, for fear that he would come up and snatch her away: "Does the words of the divine monarch represent the fairy court?"

If you think about it, she is Shajun, the immortal class leader, and she is already a ghost and god in the underworld, but he is just a little quasi-god who has not crossed the kalpa. His status...

It's still short of her!

It's not that Zhanli is not aware of the difference in status, but he is not afraid at all, and said sharply: "Yes. Although Zhanli is a quasi-god, he is qualified to represent the fairy court in the world. Today, I will never let the hell take it away like this. Zi Chong, what about Sha Jun?"

"Then what if I want to take it away? Is the god still planning to grab it?"

He suddenly raised his hand, with great power, a light pierced through the layer of clouds, and lightning rolled up and down in the clouds: "Zi Xun has committed nearly a thousand murders in front of me, a quasi-god. If Lord Shame brings him back to the underworld, I will send this scourge to the underworld!"

"you……!"

Li Nu was speechless for a moment, she never expected that this guy was only a quasi-god, and he actually had the ability to summon the scourge of heaven!

There was a momentary stalemate between ghosts and gods, no one spoke, but the stratus clouds above the sky rolled around, tearing at each other, sometimes dark and sometimes bright, sometimes bright.

Until the door of hell opened wide behind Li Nu, a particularly dull "God Lord" came out. Suddenly, all the corpses crowded at the door quieted down, not daring to move.

Li Nu immediately turned around and said "Ghost Emperor" respectfully.

——It is the Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu!

☆, waiting for living hell

Zhanli hastily bowed and saluted: "My lord, Zhanli, has seen the ghost emperor."

As he spoke, he tugged at the Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch beside him, and then winked at the disciples of the Wuming Sect behind him.

That is the master of the underworld among the three realms!

Xiushui hastily brought his blood-soaked disciples to bow to the ground, and even Zhizhong had to kneel on the ground.

The Ghost Emperor did not show up this time either, and only used the ghost gate to transmit his own voice, appearing calm, calm and old: "What the Divine Lord said is true, the murders committed by Zi Shou are indeed due to my lack of supervision in the underworld. To be condemned by God is also what you deserve.”

Li Nu hastily called out "Ghost Emperor", but was stopped by the Ghost Emperor, and continued: "However, Shatong is different from a quasi-god, and the underworld is different from the fairy court. Our underworld has our own laws and regulations. Zi Chong...has to go back to the Underworld to be punished, does the Divine Lord still have any objections?"

"Yes! The Ghost Emperor said that he will be punished when he goes back to the underworld. Dare I ask, how does the Ghost Emperor plan to punish him for the murder he committed?"

To say that Zhan Li is a stunned young man, even in the entire Immortal Court, among the serious gods, there are not many who dare to contradict the majestic ghost emperor like this.

So that the ghost emperor was stunned for a moment, and then continued after a while of silence: "There is hell in the underworld, and hell is divided into eight major hells and eight cold hells. If Zi Chong committed the killing precept, he should be sent to a living prison and be punished for seven, seven, and 49 days."

Waiting for living hell...

It is a place where people suffer to death, die and come back to life, and the cycle repeats, so that the pain enough to die is endless.

This time, more than a thousand disciples of the Unnamed Sect were killed or injured. How many times would he have to die and come back to life every day for 49 days to pay back the thousands of lives?

The seven-seven-forty-nine-day waiting in living hell is indeed cruel enough, but it is not enough.

But Li Nu felt that such punishment was enough, so she snorted lightly: "What? The Divine Lord still has a problem?"

"Have."

"you……!"

He raised his head, his eyes were piercing, and the lightning in the clouds above his head became more and more fierce: "Zi Zong committed murder in front of me, a quasi-god, hindering the balance of the three realms, and despising the fairy court. Prison is also unforgivable, it should be condemned by God!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, with a slight threat, as if he was about to strike down on the spot.

The dull voice sneered softly: "Did the god forget... contempt for the underworld is also a serious crime?"

Oops……!

No matter how talented he is, how can he be the majestic ghost emperor's opponent, he hardly has time to dodge, just in a split second, when his body gets cold, he is surrounded by the ghost emperor's evil spirit, and is dragged into the ghost gate!

Zhizhong female Taoist just had time to call out "Shangshen", when she saw a violent gust of wind blowing past, forcing her to lower her body and cover her eyes with her robe, sand and rocks flew away for a while, the sky darkened, and the daytime suddenly It became late at night, and two different voices said "goodbye" twice in my ears. When the wind and sand passed, in front of me...

It was already empty!

Be it Zhanli, Zisong and Linu, even the ghost gates have all disappeared!

The gate of ghosts opens on the enchantment of nine springs, which is the only passage from the underworld to the human world.

Zhanli, a quasi-god, was dragged into the underworld just like that. The huge sense of weightlessness and oppression brought by him when he crossed the Nine Layers Barrier was exactly the same as the feeling he felt in the lower realm not long ago, which made him faint temporarily. When he opened his eyes again, he was There are thousands of miles of red land, because there is no rain, the land is dry and cracked, withered trees stand alone in the barrenness, and the strong smell of blood blows over the face, making people sick.

The ghost emperor's thick black evil spirit condensed into a barrier, drawing a circle on the ground, as long as he tried to step out, he would be bounced back immediately.

This place... seems to be in hell already.

He couldn't get out, his divine power couldn't shake the barrier at all, and there was no one around, so he could only sit cross-legged on the ground, close his eyes and rest, anyway——

The ghost emperor didn't seem to intend to hurt him.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a contemptuous laugh from beside me: "As expected of a god, he recovered very quickly."

He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that it was Li Nu, holding a bloody figure in her hand like a chick, throwing it directly to the side, squatting outside the circle with a smile and looking at him, as if she was looking at something. Monkey juggling.

"Where is this? Where is the ghost emperor?"

"This is the edge of the living hell. Our hell is overcrowded, but the edge is the quietest place, and no one comes to disturb you. As for the ghost emperor... he has so many things to do every day, but he has no time to talk to you."

really!

This is already hell!

"Why did the Ghost Emperor bring me here?"

Li Nu sneered, and pouted at the man next to him who was bloody and barely visible: "Don't you believe in the punishment of our underworld, so the ghost emperor asked you to come and see on behalf of Xianting, how is our underworld punished?" Those of your own, don’t still think about using your fairy court’s scourge to punish the people in our underworld.”

Only then did he take a direct look at the mass of flesh and blood, and stepped back abruptly, his eyes widened because he was too horrified: "He...is he a child?"

Li Nu was obviously very satisfied with his current surprise, she held her chin and smiled and added: "Oh, by the way, God Lord is a person who loves the world at the same time, so I don't see anyone suffering. But don't worry, waiting for the living hell is a place to bring people back to death. Where the dead come back to life, he will not really die, as long as the wind blows, he will come back to life and continue to be punished."

"Ghost Emperor...want me to watch Zisong get punished?"

It was really hard for him to believe that this blood-soaked thing that could barely be seen in human form could be that Zi Shou who could show tiger teeth with a grin!

"What? Is the god unwilling?"

Of course he doesn't want to!

"However, it depends on whether you want it or not. We also have our own rules in the underworld. If we make a mistake, we also have our own way of dealing with it." Li Nu stood up with a smile, patted the blood on her hands, and didn't even look at it. Sui glanced at him, turned around and left, "It's time for the gods to learn how to respect our underworld."

"Wait!"

"What's the matter?"

Zhanli looked at her, then at Zisong who didn't know life and death, what came to mind was Yaoyao's fat little face, he couldn't understand, and said after a long time: "You don't seem to care about Zisong. .”

If Yaoyao...became like this, it would be impossible for him to be so calm.

Li Nu didn't react, and then sneered: "Caring? God, we are the evil kings and evil children of the underworld. We are born without feelings. Let us care about others. Isn't the request too high?"

Too……

Just like him, he seems to love everything in the world, but he doesn't know how to love someone, does he?

He closed his eyes again, sat cross-legged, sighed softly, and muttered "That's all".

Seeing this, Li Nu snorted coldly, turned around and left, leaving Zi Chong here like this.

Killing someone intentionally and watching someone die in front of you are two different things.

He really couldn't bear it, so he carefully moved to his side and reached out to push him, but he crossed the circle drawn by the ghost emperor and was bounced back again, so he had to call out "Zi Sui" softly.

Zisong didn't respond, Zhanli could only squat in the circle, get as close to him as possible, stare at him closely, trying to distinguish his facial features from the blood, couldn't help but want to help wipe, but Trapped by the ghost emperor's barrier, he couldn't move.

After a long time, a gust of bloody hot wind blew gently, the disgusting stench hit his face, forcing him to cough twice, but he keenly saw Zisong's fingertips trembling , Hastily said: "Zi Chong?"

He raised his head slightly with difficulty, one eye was still unable to open due to a serious injury: "Zhan... Li?"

He sat down cross-legged again, slightly relieved that he wasn't dead.

"Why are you here?"

Zhanli was sure that this guy was not dead, so he didn't intend to show him a good face, and snorted coldly: "I want to ask you, if it wasn't for you, why would I be locked up here by the ghost emperor."

The injuries on Zisong's body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, allowing him to persist in getting up, and still showing his canine teeth with a grin: "Maybe it's because... I know I want to kill you."

After all, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and tried to attack Zhanli unexpectedly, but no accident, Zhanli was bounced back by the ghost emperor's barrier before he could move.

Zhanli sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and didn't even want to look at him: "I will never repent."

Zisong let out a soft snort and smiled, as if he didn't feel the pain, he straightened up with difficulty, wiped his face, and finally made his facial features clearer.

He still couldn't hold back, opened his eyes and took a closer look at him, and asked, "You... don't it hurt?"

These injuries must have killed him once.

Zi Sui leaned on the barrier, and the force of the rebound supported his back, which made him feel very comfortable now that he was covered in injuries. He was silent for a while and took a deep breath to relieve his pain from the inside and the outside: "Hell The ghost messenger...can chase after the vitality, no matter how remote the place is, it will come here, here...you can rest for a while."

It's really too far away here, and it will take a while for the ghost messenger to catch up.

"You didn't answer me."

He tilted his head, the only remaining sharp horn on his forehead was very obvious, and grinned: "Does it hurt? Why? Care about me?"

"probably."

In Zhanli's view, there is no conflict between the desire to kill him and the desire to watch him being tortured in front of him.

He really wanted to kill him, but he didn't want him to come back from the dead, live to die, and be tortured.

Zi Chong was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line again. It was rare that he didn't smile, so he turned his head away and whispered "ridiculous".

Who is he?

Just a lowly brat, do you care?

How could a majestic god, who is so high above the Buddha's radiance, condescend to care for a wicked boy?

Does he fit?

He doesn't deserve it, and he doesn't deserve it either.

"Zi Chong..." Zhan Li moved towards him, carefully glanced at the scars all over his body, and couldn't bear it, "Are you really not in pain?"

Zi Sui was bored, turned his head and his brows showed a cold light, and clicked viciously: "It doesn't hurt, are you satisfied?"

☆, be my robbery

Zhanli sat down and looked at his back leaning against the barrier with his head: "I really don't understand, we have been hiding from the world for a long time in the fairy court, and we don't provoke you on weekdays. , why are you all so angry with the people of Immortal Court?"

Zi Xun paused, sneered, and avoided the question: "Then don't you hate me?"

In fact, Zhanli is the same as Zisong. He regards all living beings in the world as his responsibility, but he does not have such deep and specific feelings as love and hate. After thinking about it carefully, he is not sure whether his current mood is "hate". Shaking his head: "I don't know."

"I don't know? Doesn't God love all beings in the world? You know love, but when it comes to hate, you don't know?"

"I also want to cross the catastrophe. My catastrophe is the same as yours. I also want to learn feelings." Zhan Li snorted coldly and rolled his eyes at him. "If I have feelings, what else do I need to learn?"

"Crossing the catastrophe..." Zi Sui turned around, squatted on the ground, a head taller than Zhan Li who was sitting cross-legged, and said seriously, "Do you want to cross the catastrophe? Do you want to live forever?"

"Naturally. If you don't cross the catastrophe, you can only be wiped out. Why, you don't want to live?"

"I really don't want to."

"what……?"

Zhan Li frowned, he found that he really didn't understand Zi Chong at all, he knew that this guy never put life and death in his eyes, including his own, but he never thought that he didn't want to live at all!

Zisong sneered lightly: "Only a quasi-god like you thinks life is a good thing. If you are Shatong, you will understand how boring life is."

Only those who have not experienced pain will be full of hope in life.

"boring……?"

"The underworld is very big, bigger than the whole world, but only hell is full of people and bustling. Other than hell, it's just like here." Zi Chong pointed to the red land under his feet, and when he looked up, it was barren and empty. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else around. He grinned, his teeth thickened, "I never met another living person before I was two hundred years old."

"You alone... lived in such a barren place for 200 years?"

"Yes. You said that you don't know if you hate me, but I know that I must hate you. The first person of my age I saw when I stepped out of the underworld is you. You are on the nine-day cloud Wearing Xiaguang, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky love you and spoil you, but I crawled out of the dead bones and rotting corpses of the Wangchuan River, empty, and can only play with my own shadow, why!" Zi Chong suddenly spoke fiercely, trying to reach out his hand , but was bounced out by the enchantment again, and could only scream with red eyes, "Zhanli! Tell me why!"

He became angry and punched the barrier, but was pushed out by the barrier and fell to the ground.

When Zhanli was born, it was resplendent and magnificent, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky showed joyful expressions.

And him?He struggled to climb up from the bottom of the filthy and smelly Wangchuan River. He was covered in dirt, and his surroundings were full of dead bones and carrion. He was filthy and filthy. Except that killing was his instinct, he didn't even know what to do.

No one taught him right and wrong, let alone good and evil.

After he was born, he was sent to the Yin-Yang School, where he was cared for by kind and gentle teachers, and surrounded by cheerful and sunny brothers and sisters. He was on the auspicious clouds of the Nine Heavens, and was pampered by enthusiasm and love. The apple of the eye.

But he was wandering like a lonely ghost on the other side of the deserted River of Forgetfulness, and then he lay down on the bank of the River of Forgetfulness and looked at his own reflection in the muddy and smelly river, and asked if the other party could play with him. But after being a shadow, he angrily smashed all phantoms with skeletons.

But fortunately, only the shadow is the one who will never leave from the beginning to the end.

In the 200 years before Shajun's rebellion, Zhanli was the junior junior of Zhongxing Pengyue, but he hardly talked to anyone. He was paranoid, withdrawn, and crazy.

So, after 200 years of loneliness, someone suddenly said to take him to the world to play, and he left without any hesitation or concern.

So he met Zhan Li in that battle.

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was as old as him, stood in the clouds and was covered with rays of light. He carried compassion and gentleness that floated in the world. He was carefully cared for by the gods and Buddhas of all heavens. He was revered as a god by mortals. He was happy , bright, spotless, enjoying something he never had, what is that?

That's called love.

He doesn't know what love is, and he doesn't know what emotion is, because those are things he has never experienced.

But for the first time, he realized that there is another way to live in this world. He was immersed in the sea of ​​blood, but he was surrounded by love and pets and became a jewel in his palm. It was also the first time he had other feelings besides killing——

He is envious, he is jealous, and he is about to go mad with hatred.

If so, go to hell.

Among the gods and Buddhas in the sky, he hated Zhanli alone.

So he deliberately left the brigade and found Zhanli who was lost, so he fought and killed every step of the way, so he wanted him to die if he didn't want his life.

He hates, hates so much that he wants to dye him red with blood, he doesn't like his meticulous and spotless; hates so much that he wants to cut his chest open, he doesn't like his compassionate heart; hates so much that he wants to trample him under his feet He doesn't like the aloofness that comes with him.

However, Xiao Zhanli, who has been bathed in Buddhism since birth and has been nourished by divine power, is also the most amazingly talented existence. There are so many senior brothers and sisters in the Yinyang School, and it is not unreasonable for him to join the war in the lower realms at only two hundred years old.

So the final result was that the berserk boy, Sacred, broke one of his horns and fell back to the ruins. When his body was weightless, he was still thinking about killing him, so that when Xiao Zhanli stretched out his hand to hold him , but he tried to pull him down.

The more lonely you are, the more envious you are, the more envious you are, the more you want to destroy.

This is him, a kind of bloodthirsty inferior evil boy.

However, Xiao Zhanli, who sensed his killing intent, was so gentle and kind, nothing seemed to shake the natural compassion in his immature eyes. He pitied the whole world, even himself, who only knew how to kill, was also his own.