Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

A member who wants to "cross".

This kind of compassion magnified the hatred in Xiao Zisong's heart ten thousand times.

But at that time, he no longer had the ability and physical strength to continue crazy, and could only watch him pick up his broken horn.

One go, 800 years.

After safely returning to the deserted Wangchuan River, he could only lay down on the riverside to look at the reflection again and again to pass the long time, but each time, he passed his own cold and dirty face , All I saw was that immature and compassionate smile.

So that for the rest of his life, no matter what situation he was in, he was always smiling, that was a bit of tenderness he stole from Xiao Zhanli.

gentle……

That is the most appropriate adjective that the kid who has been alone for 200 years can only think of by racking his brains.

Xiao Zhanli has become his only fantasy living in the silence, he misses him when he wakes up, and he is also in his dreams when he falls asleep.

He envies and envies his identity and life, hates his compassion and pity for himself, and regards his tenderness and smile as the only light in adversity. He has been alone for too long, and Xiao Zhanli's appearance is like A kind of gift, a kind of redemption, he subconsciously grasped it tightly, unwilling to let go.

Until a long time later, the manpower in the underworld was scarce, and all 72 evil kings were lost. As a last resort, the ghost emperor could only call all the evil boys who had not passed the catastrophe to hell to replace the evil kings.

In the tedious and complicated work, he finally walked out of the silence that lasted for hundreds of years, and it took a long, long time to escape from the illusory and contradictory fantasies, and then tried his best to forget this person named "Zhan Li". until……

The day of reunion came so suddenly.

Zhanli must not know that he was once someone's Buddha, someone's light in life.

He is the joy of his heart, the difficulty of his mind, and the thousands of horses and troops he uses to resist this boundless loneliness.

But he still remembered that he hated his murderous intent that hadn't changed for 800 years, so if he wanted to kill him, even if it cost him his life, he would kill him!

Zhanli has never thought about what Shatong's life should be like, nor can he imagine how Zisong grew up in the silence, he paused, and then said: "No wonder... no wonder the first meeting kill me……"

He really couldn't imagine it, but it didn't prevent him from reading the misery from the short narrative. The misery made him feel sinful when he recalled his warm and beautiful past.

He doesn't know what hatred is, but now he can understand Zisong's hatred for him.

Zi Sui stumbled and got up, and pressed his hand on the barrier. No matter how serious his murderous intentions were, he could not break the barrier left by the Ghost Emperor himself. Deep hatred and jealousy were still engraved in his eyes: "Yes, I I want to kill you, even now I want to kill you!"

"What about after you kill me?"

Zisong thought about it carefully.

What happens after Zhanli dies?

What should he do?

For the first 200 years of his life, he lived on the desire to kill. If no one could kill, he would injure himself. The pain and desire to kill made him sure that he was still alive. For the next 800 years, he was able to live, all relying on Zhan Li The presence.

The desire to kill him supported him to live in the unchanging and lonely hell, so what if he really died one day?

"Wait to die," he said.

Zhan Li tilted his head and suddenly smiled: "Zi Chong."

He let out a "hmm" and glanced at the person sitting in the circle, just like 800 years ago, with the corners of his lips curled up, and a beam of bright light lit up on his face.

"Be my calamity. If you pass it, I will return the broken horn to you. If you can't, you kill me and take the broken horn. Of course, you will be my calamity. In the same way, I will also be your calamity. No debt, just and fair, how about it?"

Zi Sui narrowed his eyes: "Why?"

Why did he have to do this calamity?

"Because you don't understand the word "feeling", and I don't understand either. You killed me, and the rest of the day is just waiting for death, and it will return to the 200 years before you knew me. Whether you can get through it or not, it's better than the 200 years you lived before, isn't it?"

Zi Sui narrowed his eyes and didn't answer, however, there was a ghost walking slowly in the distance.

They have caught his vitality.

Zhanli didn't wait for Zisong's answer.

☆, word for word

It is not unreasonable to wait for the living hell to be the first of the eight great hells.

Not everyone can watch the punishment here with peace of mind, especially Zhanli, a quasi-god who was born in a peaceful and gentle place, pampered and pampered. After witnessing it once, he finally understood the reason why the Ghost Emperor locked him here.

Even watching from the sidelines is a punishment.

After experiencing all kinds of terrible torture, Zi Chong finally turned into that bloody body again, and fell in front of the barrier, unable to distinguish between life and death.

The two ghost messengers were expressionless, and after confirming that he was not angry, they staggered and wanted to leave. Zhan Li recovered from the shock and hurriedly said, "Wait!"

The ghost messenger turned around, his face still full of indifference and expressionlessness: "What's the matter with the god?"

"You...why are you able to make such a deadly move?"

After all, he is his companion day and night, so how can...

To cruelly beat Zisong with a deadpan expression?

Even he couldn't bear it.

The ghost messenger was very strange, tilted his head and asked, "Why not?"

Zhanli: ...

He looked at Zisong who had been beaten on the ground and almost lost his vitality, and sighed secretly. Sure enough, the underworld was a place that he didn't like.

He really wanted him to die, but that didn't mean he could just watch him suffer such cruel abuse.

But this kind of abuse lasted for seven to seven days in front of his eyes.

Almost every day, Zisong had to go back and forth between life and death several times. Every time, his flesh and blood were bloody, but when the wind blew, he gradually recovered.

Once he recovers, the ghost guard will come looking for vitality and carry out the next round of beatings. Every time, he can't help but hope that this guy will "die" for a little longer.

The scourge of heaven is nothing more than the rolling sky thunder strikes to death, but the resurrection of death in this living hell is really too ruthless.

"Zhan...li."

"I'm here."

The bloody man outside the barrier raised his head slightly, his long eyelashes were covered with blood beads, he grinned, his canine teeth were stained blood red: "You... don't you want to cross the catastrophe?"

Zhan Li raised his eyes and stared at him.

Zi Chong smiled: "I agree."

"Why..."

"It was you who asked me if I wanted to doom you, and now you are the one who asked me why?"

"Don't you want to agree? Don't you want to kill me and wait to die? Why do you suddenly agree now?"

Zisong struggled to get up, and wiped the blood from his mouth. He bled so much that it became more and more blurred, but his eyes were not affected at all, and they were still shining brightly.

"I thought about it... As you said, if you die, the rest of my time waiting to die will be boring. It's more fun to let you live as long as possible."

Encountering Zhanli was his boundary. Even though his lonely and paranoid life hadn't changed much after that war, at least there was some hope compared to the silence of the previous 200 years. He really wanted him to die, but he died. the days to come...

Waiting silently to die is really boring.

Zhanli exhaled lightly, and didn't know whether it was because he finally agreed to relax, or because he didn't think that the value of his life was only because Zisong thought it was "fun", anyway, he closed his eyes again——

He came back to life, which meant that the next round of torture was coming.

"Don't you want to kill me? I can't count how many times I've died. Why, don't you dare to watch?"

"Are you always punished like this in the underworld?"

"No one in hell is afraid of death, let alone pain."

"That's why I don't like hell."

Zi Song leaned on the enchantment and chuckled: "You are a quasi-god, of course you don't like our despicable underworld. You see, even the world looks down on us. The Nine Heavens Enchantment is high above the Nine Springs Enchantment, but it is trampled by ants in the world. underfoot."

Zhan Li was speechless, and opened his eyes to look at his blood-stained back. The barrier could isolate him, but it couldn't stop the pungent smell of blood.

"Zhan...li."

"Um……"

Zi Sui suddenly laughed joyfully: "It is always said in the world... you cannot sleep together in life, and you can't sleep in the same bed in death. If the two of us are entangled to the death, is it true that we are loyal and affectionate?"

Zhan Li chuckled and shook his head: "I didn't use a single word correctly."

"Phrases in the world are very annoying, and feelings... are also very annoying."

"I don't understand feelings either, and I'm not even sure if I'm hating you."

Shatong was born in all kinds of pain, and he has already developed a certain tolerance for pain. In addition, the wind in the living hell will gradually restore people, so Zisong was able to turn around and squat in front of the enchantment with difficulty, and he still had time to grin With a smile: "Then I... am I also an unforgettable person in the heart of God?"

He nodded solemnly in agreement: "It is indeed unforgettable. You are the only person in the Three Realms and Six Realms, all over the world, who can make me want to kill."

Zisong clearly saw his own figure in Zhanli's pupils that looked like glazed glass, and suddenly curled up into a ball, laughing wildly, and the image of that 800-year-old man wearing colorful rays of light with snow-white feet on his feet appeared again in his mind. Yun's little boy in Tsing Yi, at that time, saw all living beings in the world with those immature eyes, but he couldn't see himself as a despicable boy.

You see, 800 years later, these eyes, which have been opened, are full of reflections of myself.

Zhanli wanted to ask him what he was laughing at, but before he could say anything, two ghost messengers staggered over again, dragging bloody weapons.

——That is a new round of punishment.

When Zi Sui fell in front of him again, lifeless, the circle that trapped Zhan Li finally disappeared.

The ghost messenger's face was blank: "49 [-] days have arrived."

Zhanli stood up quickly, sitting cross-legged for so long that he almost fell down, managed to stabilize his body, and said, "Is the punishment over?"

The ghost messenger nodded with a stiff neck: "It's over."

To put it simply, he staggered away with his companions.

Zhanli didn't dare to move around, so he could only stay by Zisong's side until Zisong's recovery gradually recovered, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the man was sitting beside him with his eyes closed, with compassion and gentleness like a Buddha in his brows .

"what are you doing?"

"Wait for the wind."

Zi Song didn't speak, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhanli suddenly remembered something, took out a small paper bag from his belt, opened it, and found that there was only one candy in it, and handed it to him.

"what is this?"

"...Tang Gao." He was serious and serious, "I don't know how to coax people, but my junior sister hurt herself, so as long as there is sugar, I won't cry out for pain."

Zi Chong: ...

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he felt insulted.

Zhanli blinked: "I won't harm you."

After that, he broke a piece of candy in half, kept half for himself, and passed the other half to him.

How can this person still doubt him if he is kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs.

Zi Sui reluctantly stretched out his hand to take it, frowned and looked at it again, before realizing: "You treat me like a child?"

Unexpectedly, Zhan Li nodded sincerely and said "Yes".

Son...

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he felt insulted again.

Zhanli put half a piece of candy in his mouth and raised his eyebrows: "Try it?"

There is nothing to eat in the underworld, and the dead and ghosts do not belong to human beings, so they don't need to eat, so...

Zi Song really didn't feel what it means to eat and drink.

After hesitating for a while, seeing Zhanli's eyes fixed on the candy in his hand, he finally put it in his mouth.

"Sweet?" he asked.

Zi Sui blinked, said "Oh", and realized later: "This is sweet."

——That was the first time Zisong felt sweetness.

Zhan Li was stunned for a moment, then felt a bit miserable, and didn't dare to go into it, so he just stood up and patted the dust: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"world."

Zisong recalled the indescribable taste of sugar in his mouth, and sneered slightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill again?"

Zhanli suddenly reached out and grabbed Zisong's hand, holding his palms together tightly: "I have a solution."

The interlocking palms suddenly burst into golden light, suddenly shot out, sand and rocks flew away for a while, and a strong wind raged crazily from under the feet, blowing the pitiful dead trees around.

Zisong felt a tingling pain in his palm, and it stuck tightly to his palm like glue, unable to move, he struggled urgently, and said sharply, "What are you doing!"

"This is called the two-life deed. It was used by the Buddhas to subdue ferocious beasts and make them their own mounts. I learned it by stealing it." He didn't have the slightest intention of stealing a trick, and he was shameless. Instead, he raised his eyebrows slightly. , smiled slightly, "But don't worry, I don't intend to use you as a mount."

Zi Sui's expression turned cold: "You want to stop my murderous intention with a mere contract?"

Zhanli had a two-life contract in hand, so he didn't need to explain, he just said "kneel".

Zi Sui suddenly knelt down in response, and the muffled sound of kneecap touching the ground made Zhanli feel his knee hurt.

"what happened……"

He coughed lightly, and then said calmly: "The two-life deed is also called a one-word order. From now on, as long as it is a one-word order, you have to obey it."

He knelt on the ground and couldn't get up, the golden light was still dazzling at the place where the palms met, he hated his teeth itchingly: "Zhanli!"

Seeing his gritted teeth and helpless appearance, Zhan Li finally couldn't help laughing, the curved eyebrows and lightly curved lips dilute the innate worldliness on his face, and finally he has a little popularity , it looks like...

Finally, people feel that this man is not inviolable, he can also be touched by reaching out.

He's not in the clouds, he's right in front of you.

Zhan Lile is enough, with the two-life deed in hand, he can control Zisong, and he will never let him hurt anyone, so it doesn't matter to take him to the world, but when he stops, he suddenly finds——

His hands seemed to be glued to Zisong!

Zi Song was still kneeling on the ground, keenly sensed the abnormality, looked up, and was stunned.

Afterwards, waiting for the living hell, which had been haunted by the shrill screams, suddenly burst into a burst of loud laughter.

If it wasn't for his hands being stuck and unable to move, Zi Song would have rolled to the ground laughing.

☆, poor academic skills

"Didn't you learn all this trick when you secretly learned it?"

Zhanli is not ashamed of stealing, but...

It would be a shame for him not to be good at his studies, let alone in front of Zi Chong.

Zhan Li pulled back his hand vigorously, trying to save the last bit of face, but the two life deeds were stuck together for some reason, and no matter how hard he tried, they couldn't separate.

Zi Chong was overjoyed, trying his best to hold back his smile, his appearance became more and more funny and irritating: "Does the God need to go back to the Nine Heavens and rebuild for a thousand years?"

He calmed down, and began to think of other ways to solve the palm-to-palm connection problem, and took the time to cast a cold glance at him: "Probably because you are not beastly enough, after all, this is a contract only for beasts."

Taking advantage of his distraction for a moment, Zisong attacked his throat like a cheetah in an instant, threw him to the ground, pressed him on his body, clasped his fingers with one hand, and stroked him with the other. His throat overlapped with the blue and purple bruises left a few days ago again, and he chuckled lightly: "How is it, is it enough for beasts now?"

Rough fingers gently stroked his Adam's apple, bringing an unbearable, strange tingling feeling.

He said "噫" again: "Isn't this the trace I left?"

He tried to hold his neck, and it completely overlapped with the bruises. The feeling that life was gradually being lost at his fingertips returned, and his heart couldn't help but start to agitate, and his hands began to shrink unconsciously. tight.

Zhanli subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab his wrist, and then realized that his hand was stuck to him, and he still had a two-life contract in his hand, so he sternly shouted "roll".

The word made the order work, and Zi Song really rolled to the side, but the fingers of the two were forced to interlock. As soon as he rolled to the side, Zhan Li couldn't wait to get up, but was dragged into his arms by the inertia of Zi Song's hands. In the middle of the night, Zi Song fell to the ground with great force.

well.

Exactly the same position, changed up and down.

Zhanli has lived for 800 years, and for the first time in his life, he wants to scold his mother.

However, Zi Song slumped on the ground happily, and grinned: "Shangshen wants to... change your posture? I'm afraid your body is too thin to satisfy me. Do you want to mend it first?"

He covered his vain mouth and gritted his teeth: "Shut up!"

I beg you.

This kid's nonsense and cranky thinking can be regarded as a damn sharp sword. When people kill people, he is even more ruthless and punishes his heart.

However, even if he covered his mouth, a frivolous and frivolous smile could still be seen from his eyebrows.

and……

Even covering your mouth can't solve the problem of not being able to separate your hands!

"Walk."

Forced by the word-for-word order, Zisong could only stand up and walk forward: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the world, don't you know how to open the gate of ghosts?"

He purposely squeezed his right hand tightly, and it was so painful that Zhanli's bones ached, he said confidently, "No."

Zhan Li tried to squeeze his left hand to resist, and said "open" through gritted teeth.

After saying that, Zi Song waved his hand and opened the ghost door.

There is an order in one word, this guy can't deceive anyone even if he wants to!

"put!"

Zi Sui let go of his hand, but his palms were still stuck together, and Zhan Li dragged him into the ghost gate.

He has been in this lifeless and bloody hell for 49 days, and he really can't stay any longer.

As for the hand issue...

Or go back to the human world to solve it.

result……

"God Lord?"

As soon as her front foot stepped out of the ghost gate, Zhanli looked up and bumped into Zhizhong female Taoist head-on. She was shocked, her almond eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't believe what she saw, blinked and blinked, and then slightly His cheeks were red, he was ashamed and angry.

He really wanted to scold his mother.

"No..." Listen to his explanation!

As a result, when he raised his hand, he showed his tightly intertwined hands.

The corner of Zhizhong Nv Daojun's mouth twitched, she gritted her teeth anxiously: "Shenjun!"

Zi Song raised his head from behind him, and smiled frivolously: "Your family is rich and handsome, and there is nothing in the sky and earth, so what if I promise you with my body, go and go, don't be an eyesore."

She reacted, her cheeks were almost bleeding, her eyes were wide open, and she was so angry that she was dressed in white clothes without any wind: "Shenjun! How could you mix with such evil people!" After speaking, she took out a few talismans, "Sure enough The underworld has never put us mortal lives in their eyes at all, you destroyed my nameless sect, and nearly a thousand disciples were killed or injured! You were said to be brought back to the underworld for punishment, but they let you out so easily!"

Zhanli stepped forward quickly, blocking Zisong by his side: "Mr. Dao! Listen to me!"

"What's there to say!"

Seeing that her talisman was about to be pasted, Zi Song sneered, his eyes were bloodshot suddenly, and his palms were already throbbing with evil spirit: "It seems that there are still too many people left for you."

Zhan Li frowned, turned his head and yelled "kneel", and Zisong just knelt down for Zhizhong female Taoist priest with such a plop, gnashed his teeth and was about to speak, but he stopped him with "quiet".

Only then did he sigh: "Hell is punishing him. He is waiting for the living hell to be punished. I will supervise him. He dies and comes back to life, and the life comes back to death. The cycle goes on and on for seven to 49 days, and there is no less day. I signed a two-life contract, also known as a one-word order. From today on, he must abide by all one-word orders. I will not let him cause harm to the world and start killing. This... the hands are just stuck, It's just inseparable."

"Shenjun! Get out of the way! I don't care if he is punished or not. Some crimes must be repaid by death!"

"Dao Jun!"

At this time, Xiushui came out tremblingly with the support of his disciples, coughed lightly, he was injured the most this time, and in addition to being really old, he seemed extremely weak for a while, so he only called softly "Know the weight".

"Master!"

Xiushui looked up at Zhanli and Zisong, then looked down at the eldest disciple who was running towards her, and gently rubbed her head: "Knowing the importance, we are born as human beings, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable. Your brothers and sisters have already left. People cannot be resurrected after death, and God Lord Zi Chong has also been punished. Among my teachers, you and Zhifeng have been left alone. The master has nothing else to ask, but I hope you two brothers and sisters, Be safe, be safe, and learn something. Zhizhong, you have a delicate temper, so don't be disturbed by hatred."

The young girl's white Taoist robe exudes fairy style and Taoism, but her thin back is extremely desolate and small, and she called "Master" in a low voice with tears in her eyes, just like a child.

Xiushui nodded to Zhanli again, and then patted her on the back: "Go, Zhizhong, go find your junior brother, I don't know what happened to the running away, don't rush home , there is no one at home, go to practice more, see enough things you want to see, and then bring your junior brother home safely."

She straightened her spine, lowered her head but did not let the two tears fall, and replied in a deep voice: "Yes, Master."

Zhan Li heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly nodded in response: "My Ting Yu is still in the capital, and together with you, I happened to return to the capital to get the sword."

She nodded, and followed him and Zisong down the mountain.

Constrained by a word-for-word order, Zisong could only stand side by side with Zhanli, and the two of them held hands together, walked on the blood-stained path of the Wuming Mountain, and descended together, while the female Taoist Lord Zhizhong bowed her head in silence. follow behind.

It's just that such a scene looks even weirder.

Zi Sui was also quiet for a while, and after thinking about it, he still couldn't help it, and turned his head away to "puchi" and sniggered.

Zhan Li had a severe headache and gritted his teeth in hatred: "Shut up!"

He shook his empty fingers and raised his brows happily: "Two words."

A word-for-word order is only limited to a one-word order. To some extent, it is not easy to find the right word.

Zhanli was full of "Forget it and not be angry", and sighed, he had already been severely beaten by the sinister world within a few days in the lower world, he stretched out his hand to his forehead, and his headache was tight, thinking back when he was in Yin and Yang Taking care of a group of milk dolls is not as hopeless and powerless as it is now.

He hates it.

"Where do you want to go after you go to the capital to get the sword?"

"Say more."

Zisong let out an "oh" and raised his hand, still not paying attention to the murder he committed: "What about that hand?"

He thought he wanted to!

"If it wasn't for your killing karma, how could I use the two-life deed? How could I stick together?"

"It's as if I voluntarily said it." Zi Chong snorted, his eyebrows and eyes were not good, he was the one who didn't want to be subject to such a word, and he fought silently, he wanted to lift himself up Pulling down, the two of them were walking well, and suddenly they started to compete like children.

"Shenjun," Zhizhong Nv Taoist gave Zisong a cold look, "Why do you have to be as knowledgeable as this evil boy?"

Only then did Zhanli say "let go", forcing Zisong to let go of his clenched hands, subconsciously wanting to shake them off, but he and Zisong were pulled into a ball again——

He was afraid that he would never be able to get used to his left hand holding Zisong's right hand like this.

Zisong was careless, and deliberately raised his inseparable hands to show to Zhizhong Nvdaojun: "You say you mortals are so blind, you didn't see me and your gods..."

The rest of the words came to an abrupt end because of Zhanli's "quiet", and his temples throbbed: "Are all you Shatong as talkative as you?"

Zi Chong frowned hard when he heard this, and squeezed his hand firmly to express his dissatisfaction.

The knuckles were almost dislocated, and the force was so great that it hurt even more than being on a splint. Zhan Li hurriedly squeezed his hands together, and the two of them competed like children again.

In fact, he also felt that his words had inexplicably increased, probably...

Do you want to make up for what you haven't said hundreds of years ago?

Although Zhizhong Nv Daojun can accept that the two of them are holding hands because there is something wrong with the two-life contract, but...

This guy speaks in a decent way, it's really hard not to think about it, and...

The white-clothed god has sharp eyebrows, with a kind of indifference that is out of the world, while the black-clothed red-edged Shatong has only one horn, and he has no shape and smiles a little bit.

...It's actually pretty good.

☆, Patriarch breaks the void

Seeing the faint blue lightning in the eyes of the two of them back and forth, sparks and lightning all the way, I still couldn't help sighing softly: "Shenjun intends to be like this...cough, are they stuck together?"

"Otherwise, is there any other way, if you don't need to restrain him with a single word, he will definitely run to kill again."

If he had other ways, he wouldn't be wronged to hold hands with this guy!

"By the way, the Nameless faction...how is it now?"

She paused, glanced at Zisong in silence, her resentment could not be concealed: "There is a time difference between the underworld and the human world. The gods went to the underworld, but in fact, they were only in the human world for two days. We counted them, and the buildings and forests suffered heavy losses. , but at least it can be repaired, several masters and uncles are still alive, but... disciples... I am afraid that the nameless sect will not be able to continue to operate within a hundred years. The best result is to completely lose their name as time goes by. , no longer exists."

As he spoke, he couldn't help staring at Zi Song fiercely.

If it wasn't for him, why would the Anonymous faction come to this point?

However, Zi Song snorted coldly, raising his eyebrows indifferently: "I've shown mercy, and I've given you some life, haven't I?"

"Why, do I have to thank you?"

He hummed.

Zhan Li hastily yanked him hard to tell him to shut up, but suddenly, wisps of evil spirit slipped out from Zi Sui's cuff, surging up and down around him like a swimming dragon. With a flick of the finger, evil spirit leaked from the fingertips: "Come out."

The young and simple Yin soldier just knelt down on one knee, and suddenly appeared, with respect and calmness in his tone: "I have seen the god, how difficult the trip is for the god, can you let... Poxu accompany and protect?"

However, upon listening carefully, there was a slight tremor in his voice, and he couldn't help but pause when he said his name.

"Poxu...?" Zhanli recognized that this was the highest-ranking Yin soldier that Zi Chong used to wash Wuming Mountain with blood, but for some reason, he always felt that the name sounded familiar.

Zi Song let out a long "Oh", and didn't let Po Xu stand up, but tilted his head with a half-smile: "You forgot? You are old friends from 800 years ago."

As soon as Zhanli mentioned the old events 800 years ago, Zhanli hadn't reacted yet, but Zhizhong Nv Taoist exclaimed first: "Poxu? Isn't that one of the founders of our Wuming Sect? The only one among the sixteen disciples The one who rushed back to the Wuming Mountain alive, escorted the Qin of the patriarch, but died of exhaustion in the end!"

As soon as she said that, Zhanli remembered that this young, pale face with thick dark circles under his eyes finally met the Zen Lingzi who stopped him in his long-term memory, and turned to him and said, "God Lord!" Forgive me", so ordinary that no more ordinary disciples can overlap...

It's him!

It's just that, 800 years ago, the "divine emperor" in his mouth was himself, but now, he has become a child.

Knowing the heavy female Taoist priest, she was shocked and furious, and she pulled out the silver hairpin with bamboo knots in her backhand. Her long hair fell down, and the hairpin turned out to be a slender blade: "You...killed your own sect?"

broken void...

In the past, this name was as well-known as Zen Lingzi in the Wuming sect, but in her heart, it existed like an idol and a god, but...

800 years ago, in order to save the common people in the world, he did not hesitate to die. She couldn't imagine whether he was frightened or excited when he faced the army of evil kings. Just like now, she couldn't imagine that he helped the tyrant to be a gangster and slaughtered his own people. Do you take it for granted or can't bear it in your heart when you are a martial artist?

She can listen to her master and learn to let go, but she can't forgive Poxu and Zen Lingzi who created the Wuming School together and then slaughtered the disciples of the Wuming School like ants!

However, Poxu just lowered his head deeply, not daring to lift it up, let alone speak.

Zhan Li subconsciously stood sideways between the two of them, turned his head and frowned tightly, and said to Zi Chong, "You did it on purpose!"

Yin soldiers are absolute, unable to disobey the master's wishes, they are sons of evil!Knowing that he is one of the founders of the Wuming Sect, but still ordering him to slaughter his own sect!

The desire to kill Zisong deepened.

Zi Sui grinned, showing his canine teeth: "So what? Poxu, after 800 years, how does it feel to see the sect you created with your own eyes, isn't it very happy?"

Yin soldiers can't disobey their master's orders, so they answer every question.

No matter how reluctant Po Xu was to speak, he could only answer with a trembling voice without any hesitation: "Yes."

"What about the massacre, are you happy?"

"Yes."

Zi Sui pointed at Poxu and said with a smile to Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch: "Look, my Yin soldiers are bloodthirsty people like me, but the Yin soldiers will be wiped out as soon as they die. How about it, do you want to help yours?" Sect revenge?"

"You!" Zhizhong Nv Daojun's eyes were red, she felt that all the worship of the sun and the moon in the past had become a laughing stock, and then recalled the tragic death of her juniors and sisters, and she was about to move forward, but she was caught by Zhanli. He stopped with difficulty with his other free hand.

Her younger brothers and sisters...

I once worshiped him as a god!

How could he... be able to do it!

"Mr. Dao! Don't act recklessly! Yin soldiers cannot disobey their master's orders. What he does and answers are nothing but Zi Chong's orders."

She was blinded by hatred, almost hysterical: "Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him!"

"Dao Jun!"

Regardless of Zhizhong, he pulled out the bamboo hairpin on his head and stretched out his hand to cut open his palm. Blood dripped from between his fingers. He was able to stop the crazy female Taoist monarch, and in the gap, Poxu, who was not cared about, suddenly stood up, trembling, stepped forward, held her hand in one hand, pulled off the hairband with the other hand, and wrapped it carefully on her wound.

The blood inevitably flowed onto his hands, corroding his hands like acid water, and black air came out from the wound, mixed with red sand and dust, the black was evil spirit, the red was soul, once it dissipated, He was sure to die, but he didn't even groan, but kept trembling, not sure if it was because of the pain, or something else.

The sudden bandaging stunned Zhizhong Nv Daojun, she withdrew her hand abruptly, before he could finish bandaging, her eyes widened, with disbelief and inconceivable written all over her face.

Poxu's hands were empty, and he was still holding his blue-gray headband in his hands. His half-length hair was hanging loose, and his face was empty when he looked up. The wound on the wound was still "hissing" and exuding evil spirits. It should be very painful, but he didn't seem to mind at all. With trembling hands, he said dully: "Hands, bleeding..."

Only then did Zi Sui look curiously at Zhizhong Nv Daojun, he didn't care about the beauty or ugliness of human beings in the world, after all, they were all prey to him, but this Nv Daojun...

He belatedly said "Oh", implying something: "Zen Lingzi?"

Poxu trembled almost invisibly, as if he had just recovered from a fugue, and then silently lowered his head even lower, only holding the hand holding the hairband firmly there.

He grinned, showing his little canine teeth, and said with great interest, "I see."

Zhan Li didn't really want Zi Chong to expose the fact that he knew that Chong Nv Daojun was the reincarnation of Zen Lingzi, and he didn't like Zi Chong hiding something from him, so he looked at him and then at the motionless Poxu, and frowned. Brows: "What's going on?"

Zisong didn't answer, just smiled teasingly, stretched out his hand, and the evil spirit in the palm of his hand healed him in an instant, healed the injury on his hand and the leaked evil spirit and soul: "If you want to follow, just follow."

Poxu looked up, a pair of eyes that were not very energetic were deliberately suppressed,