Jinjiang system is so old

After Meng Yunjue left, he opened the system first, and searched for a way to turn humans into monsters from the massive library, but he typed up all the possible keywords, and the system still displayed "0 articles were found by the title of the article" ", and even smoked under his frequent searches...

Meng Yunjue's brows sank. The ghost world is not like the human world. It has a wealth of book resources. If the system can't help him, then Dixuan is the only one who knows how to turn a human into a demon.

Just kidding, he doesn't want to go to Dixuan.

He turned on the system again and talked directly to the system: System, how to turn a human into a demon.

[System error, error number: 38389438...] Meng Yunjue turned off the system, and he didn't believe it. Apart from the system and Emperor Xuan, there was no other way to help Qingyu.Just now, he has given Qing Yu the soul-condensing flag and the token Jiang Luo gave him back then, which can be regarded as giving Qing Yu a motivation to live. As long as he finds a way as soon as possible, he will be able to get the best of both worlds.

"Wow." Zizi followed up, tiptoed, and stretched out her little paws to signal for a hug.

Meng Yunjue couldn't resist its coquettishness every time, so he put it back on his head, smoothed its messy hair, and patted its little butt: "Zizi, do you know how to turn people into demons? "

"Wow?" Zizi rested his little paw on Meng Yunjue's head, tilted his head curiously, and looked at him with wide eyes stupidly, apparently not knowing how to answer his question.

"Forget it." Meng Yunjue shook his head helplessly, how could such a small creature understand those things.

"Wow." Zizi patted Meng Yunjue on the head and communicated with Meng Yunjue in his own language.

"You think Emperor Xuan knows?" Meng Yunjue said with a sarcasm, "But I won't ask him."

"Mortal, what do you want to ask me?" The sudden intruding voice made Meng Yunjue stunned for a moment. Looking around, he saw Di Xuan walking leisurely from his right hand with his arms folded. He seemed very happy. A smug smile appeared on his face, and behind him, Jiu Che was dragged away with his hands bound.

Meng Yunjue turned around and left, he really didn't want to meet Di Xuan.

"Mortal, you are afraid of me."

Meng Yunjue stopped and continued walking.

"Mortal, if you take one more step forward, I will destroy the soul-condensing banner."

Meng Yunjue didn't leave, but he didn't turn his head to look at Dixuan, and he didn't even say anything.

Dixuan threw Zizi to the ground, and gave it the head of the spirit cable that was pulling Jiuche in his hand, letting it look after Jiuche, while he walked around Meng Yunjue with speculation: "Mortal, You seem to want to turn that woman into a demon."

Meng Yunjue simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

Dixuan talked to himself for a long time, but Meng Yunjue didn't even make a sound, which made him a little angry. When he pulled Meng Yunjue to a position close to him, his phoenix eyes narrowed and said: "Mortal, you If you don't speak again, I will destroy the Soul Condensation Banner."

"Apart from threatening me, what else would you do?" Meng Yunjue raised his brows slightly, and it took him a long time to see Di Xuan's figure in his eyes.

"Heh..." Dixuan sneered, suddenly pinched Meng Yunjue's chin, and bit him hard on the lips. , and sent them to a barren area.

The area in front of me was gray and dull, surrounded by white mist, and I could only vaguely see a hill in front of me standing in the mist.The spiritual power here is exploding, and the surroundings are filled with powerful fluctuations of spiritual power, and there are still many magic circles flying in all directions, covering them.

where is this place?When Meng Yunjue had doubts in his heart, Di Xuan held his hand domineeringly and walked forward.

"Walk."

Meng Yunjue wanted to get rid of Emperor Xuan, but was held tightly by him, so he was forced to pull him forward.

The closer he got to the front, he found that there were many high and low mountains around. The mountains were wrapped with thick giant locks, and they went around in the direction of the towering hill in the center. There were also many spirit swords floating around the towering hill. Seems to be guarding the mountain.

"Kara—"

There was the sound of chains shaking, rustling, and the sound of something moving.

Meng Yunjue frowned slightly, really unable to figure out what Di Xuan wanted to do.

"Kara--Kara-"

The sound of the chain shaking became more and more severe. When the clouds and mists were cleared and he walked in front of the sky-high hill, Meng Yunjue saw clearly that at the hillside of the sky-high hill, there was a man in black with his back against the hill. He was bound by the giant lock that came from him, and he was trapped there alone without seeing the sky or the ground.

And the sound that looked like chains shaking was what he made when he moved his body.

"I... heard the voice of you coming..." The ancient and vicissitudes of life seemed to come through time and space. The locked man raised his head from the drooping messy hair, and his eyes shook for a long time. Only then did he find the focal length and focus on Dixuan. Then, he paused word by word, knocking on gold and hitting the stone tunnel, "Long time no see, Lord Shangshen."

Meng Yunjue was shocked all over.

God?He looked sideways at Dixuan in shock. He had thought about Dixuan's identity many times, thought that Dixuan might be the Lord of the Necromancer Realm, thought that he was the royal family of the Demon Realm, and thought about many identities that he didn't dare to think about, but I never thought that it would be God!

God, that is the Creator God who opened up the world and created the eight realms of heaven and earth!The ghost world and the ghost world all surrender to him, and the ghost king is afraid of him. He is the god who created their death world, an existence that cannot be touched but can only be worshipped!

Di Xuan did not show a complacent expression to Meng Yunjue because of this address, but instead looked solemnly at the man in black who spoke: "You are not doing well, Jiuyou."

Meng Yunjue received a knowing blow again. The man in black who raised his head in front of him, although his face was vicissitudes and his blood was gone, he was also one of the few beautiful men, and he looked very young. Who would have thought that he was once Losing his beloved wife and committing the crime of killing, Jiuyou, the Lord of the Demon Realm who was rumored to be imprisoned by God!That is to say, the first owner of the Xuangu Soul-chasing Gun!

"It's too cold here. No one is popular." Jiuyou quietly turned his head, looking around at the chains that bound him, "The God-binding lock is too ice."

Dixuan kept silent, and with a wave of his fingertips, a small cluster of flames was fired at the God-binding lock, and the God-binding lock was burning red immediately, and hot air came out from the lock: "Every hour, the God-binding lock will become warmer." Warm up a stick of incense."

"Thank you." Jiuyou smiled slightly, and turned his gaze to Meng Yunjue, "Are you bringing your friend to appreciate my embarrassment?"

"Do you think they are friends?" Dixuan unabashedly took the hands of the two "holding each other tightly", Jiuyou looked at it, and said with a blank smile, "I didn't expect that you are actually stronger than another adult." bold."

"Don't compare me with Di Yao. If I like it, I will never let it go." Di Xuan clasped their hands even tighter, making Meng Yunjue unable to move.

Meng Yunjue listened to them chatting with each other, full of questions, but he didn't know where to answer them.For example, as the Supreme God, why did Dixuan go down to the realm himself; why Jiuyou was locked in the ghost world; why Dixuan and Jiuyou had such a close relationship...

Dixuan seemed to see his doubts, and whispered in his ear: "Mortal, do you want to clear up your doubts?"

Meng Yunjue glanced at him, closed his eyes and did not answer.

"It seems that your lover is not in a good mood." Seeing Dixuan's embarrassment, Jiuyou smoothed things over, "It's a pity that I don't look good today, otherwise I will make a pot of good tea for your lover and say a few words of respect." own words."

"Good idea." Dixuan pulled the corner of his mouth, and shot a purple light towards Jiuyou. At the same time, he tightened the hand holding Meng Yunjue, and sent a spiritual formula into Meng Yunjue's body.

After a while, Meng Yunjue felt dizzy for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the surrounding god-binding locks and mountains had disappeared, and there was only a vast expanse of whiteness, and a set of tables and chairs in front of him.

There was a good tea set on the table, and the fragrant tea smell wafted out of it. Just when he was surprised, a person came up, stroked the good tea set, and smiled: "I know it's a dream, but I have to fall into it." , Lord Shangshen, this tea set is very good."

Jiuyou?

Meng Yunjue stared at Jiuyou thoughtfully.The clothes of Jiuyou in front of him are tidy, clean and tidy, and his every gesture reveals the aura of a king, which is very different from the desolate person who was locked on the mountain just now.

It seems that just like what Jiuyou said, Emperor Xuan made them fall into a dream, a dream where they could make a pot of good tea and talk a few words of their own.

"Please sit down." Jiuyou invited Meng Yunjue to take a seat. He lowered his head and fiddled with the tea set. The smile on his face was very friendly. Meng Yunjue had no idea that he was the Jiuyou who once slaughtered the world. He brought you to me, but before our conversation is over, he should not interrupt our dreams, so we don’t have to worry, come, try the tea I made first, how does it taste?”

Thanking him for taking the tea he handed over, Meng Yunjue took a sip and pursed his lips: "Okay, your lips and teeth will be fragrant."

Jiuyou smiled: "You are very concise and to the point, just like a friend of mine, but unfortunately so far away, this friend doesn't know what's going on now?"

"Friend?" Meng Yunjue couldn't drink the tea in his hand anymore, he put down the tea slowly, and asked Jiuyou's eyes, "Your friend, but Mu Qing?"

Jiuyou's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but asked excitedly: "Exactly, but you recognize him? How is he now, is he okay?"

"You have, haven't seen him for how many years?" Meng Yunjue asked without answering.

"How many years?" Jiuyou stopped pouring tea, feeling fluctuating, and quietly said, "It's been too long, I don't remember, I don't know how many years I was imprisoned, it seems that it has been a hundred years, a thousand years, Or ten thousand years?"

"I met Mu Qing a few months ago," Meng Yunjue focused on Jiuyou, trying to calm his voice, "He's fine."

Jiuyou looked at Meng Yunjue, smiled and said, "No, he's not good. You can't fool me."