It's hell, my lord

All the immortals were in an uproar, neither dared to approach Qinglang rashly, nor swallowed the shame of the elder being stabbed to death in public.Among the crowd was a younger immortal who couldn't hold his breath anymore: "Bold and monstrous, he used to have the protection of a god, so it's fine to bully others. Now he's about to fall..."

Yuelao hurriedly pinched the fairy formula to seal his mouth, and gave him a wink.Qing Lang didn't know how he used to bully others in the past, so he simply ignored these immortals for now.It's a pity that Ming's barrier was set too firmly, Qing Lang didn't dare to strike hard, and it was useless if it was light.

A person came running out of the chaos, he was not very human, but he was not a fairy body either.The corners of his mouth extended to his neck, dripping with blood.All the immortals immediately had different opinions: "Isn't this the mountain spirit born in Linxian Mountain?"

"How did he get down? No spirit, no matter how powerful it is, can pass through that barrier."

The expressions of the fairies were all watching the excitement, only the complexions of the senior elders in the back row changed slightly.

Zhu Xingchen walked to the side of the enchantment, and couldn't bear to kneel down anymore.Qing Lang looked at him with red eyes, there were still blood stains all over his gray robe.He only heard his hoarse voice: "Where is Ming?"

"Inside." Qing Lang kicked the pale barrier a few times, and suddenly felt that the source of the barrier's power was getting weaker and weaker. He focused all his strength on his right palm, and then hit the barrier hard.

The enchantment of the underworld was broken.

The gap in the chaos has almost completely healed, and Yun Yi, who only had a few strands of spirit left, frowned when he saw the two people running over, "The person you are waiting for is here."

Ming's primordial soul was already crumbling, as weak as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.He tightened the glazed chain in his hand, and was pulled into his arms by Zhu Xingchen, who had thought up a lot of words on the way when he came, but when he saw someone, he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, thousands of words turned into water, Condensed into a trivial sentence: "I'm sorry."

Qing Lang had never seen the person in front of him before, and was about to step forward and pull him away, but was stopped by Ming.

Dyingly lying in Zhu Xingchen's arms, Ming said, "You used to say that mortal marriages should give dowry gifts. I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't think of what I could give you. It's such a big palace, and there is no trace of popularity. I always feel that Sending you off is wronging you."

"I just need you alone." Zhu Xingchen continuously poured his true energy into his body, but the replenishment was not as fast as the loss.

"Don't waste your efforts." Ming kissed his chin lightly, with endless tenderness on his brows: "I don't even belong to this person completely. Only this bone and flesh that has lost its divine power ——Here." He pointed to the glass bottle in Zhu Xingchen's hand.

"This is the rib closest to my heart. It was taken out and burned. It can be regarded as two 'divine bone' relics." Ming suddenly smiled: "Take it, and you can barely accept it." Forced to be mine. From now on... you are not allowed to secretly love others."

"fool……"

Yun Yi felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by this kind of affection, and the old monk watched as if another formation gradually became clear outside the broken formation: "I'm afraid these lunatics won't let you go easily. , brother, I have nothing I can do for you, so just go ahead."

Yun Yi didn't hesitate, and left an extremely pale last word as if he was at home: "Farewell." After speaking, his remaining soul turned into gold, and filled the last remaining small crack tightly.

Yijie Shangshen fell like this, leaving only a mortal body without the slightest consciousness lying quietly aside.It looks... really sad.

Zhu Xingchen noticed the white mist rising all around, and reacted almost immediately: "Zhu Xianzhen? The lunatics he just mentioned...Ming, you always knew?"

"You know, from the day I was born as a god and was taken to heaven by them, they engraved a taboo on my lute bone. I am not allowed to harm immortals and mortals, and I must obey their instructions, otherwise they can do it at any time." Tell me to destroy." Ming stared at the gods of Nagungun with slack eyes: "It's just been used all the time, it's nothing strange."

After finishing speaking, he looked at his translucent hands: "I'm leaving, you two... Take good care of yourself."

The intention of the immortals to set up this formation from the beginning is also obvious, they just want to cultivate a god who can be buried with Chaos.Qing Lang has this ability, but it is difficult to control, and he has no godhead, so it will be troublesome to manipulate in the future.And it is obviously a hidden danger for him and Zhu Xingchen to stay together. The strength of the two together may be enough to destroy his entire fairy clan.

It would be better to cut the roots and kill this generation of hell hearts.Once their strength is exhausted, hell will give birth to new gods. Anyway, the new gods will not move anything, and can only be kneaded by them.

Ming fixed his eyes firmly, as if wanting to engrave his appearance in his soul and take it away.Zhu Xingchen watched as the debris fell to the sky, broke through the dark ground, and turned into a blood-red sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

Ming pulled out the seal in his lute bone with his bare hands, Zhu Xingchen could feel the heart-piercing pain from the distance of his soul.That taboo is connected to the flesh and blood, and to the last ray of spirit in his body.

All the immortals outside lost their composure for an instant, only to see that Ming struggled to throw Qing Lang and Zhu Xingchen out, and then the last divine power turned into an unfathomable black hole and swallowed up the entire array. Qing Lang and Zhu Xingchen also successfully left the Zhuxian Formation.

Yes, the product of hell, the most essential thing is devouring.It's a pity that this god who climbed up from hell has been kept in captivity for a long time, and the elders all forgot his untamed nature.

Ming is a beast, a beast willing to be kept in captivity.It's just that there is still dirty and wild blood flowing in this bone, and it is still unwilling to bend under anyone's knee.

Everything just happened so quickly that neither of the two people who were pushed out for no reason had time to stop him.

Zhu Xingchen felt that he had almost lost all five senses and six senses, and he refused to listen to the overwhelming shouts and Qing Lang's heart-piercing yells.There was nothing ahead, not even a corpse of Ming left, not even a handful of ashes worth remembering.

He turned his head dully, lifted the long-unused sword on his waist, and started a crushing fight with Qing Lang who had already rushed to the front.It turned out that when the heartache was so extreme, I couldn't feel the slightest bit of sadness. What I had was just deep despair.

When the blood splattered, Zhu Xingchen could feel that the pain had been weakened a little, but it was filled again soon.He didn't know, he didn't know why he wanted to kill, but...if he didn't blame others for Ming's death, he really didn't know how to relieve it.

In fact, when Ming died, he hated himself quite a lot.One clearly knows that he will not end well, but he still wants to be with Zhu Xingchen.In the end, she even asked Bai Ze to find him and see him for the last time.He wants him not to forget, not to forget himself for the rest of his life.

When he was about to die, he forcibly placed his godhead on Qinglang. Indeed, no matter whether he went back to hell or stayed in the heaven, his reputation would be dishonest and he would be a thorn in the flesh of others.For protecting his safety, giving him godhead is indeed the best.

But this also meant that he would have to sacrifice himself once again, just like him, when the seal failed again after a thousand years.Perhaps Ming brought him back from the beginning because the word "selfish" was gradually emerging.

He can kill him, knowing that his life will not end well after all.But he didn't, maybe because of the pity and sympathy of "being born from the same root", maybe because he had been controlled for a long time and wanted to challenge the bottom line of the immortals, but it all started because he still didn't want to live involuntarily like this.

He gave Zhu Xingchen his ribs, without asking if he wanted it; he gave Qing Lang his godhood and sacrifice, without asking if he would accept it.

It stems from not daring to ask, not wanting to ask and feeling that there is no need to ask.He is selfish, timid and willful.Even he himself felt that he should not be born a god.