God has been dead for 300 years

Hua Ying came out of the Immortal Doctor's Mansion and went straight to the Immortal Palace.

Miaomiao soaring into the clouds and flying around under his feet is the urging cloud technique approaching the extreme, these lifeless and rootless things are almost unbearable.

Walking halfway, a spiritual deer stopped him in mid-air.

Linglu uttered words, "Why is the god in such a hurry this time?"

Hua Ying looked unhappy, but still paused for a moment, and said, "There are stinging spiders in the southeast jurisdiction, I'll go to the Immortal Hall to see if there is anyone who can be used, and go to strangle them."

Linglu raised his hoof and pointed in the direction of the Immortal Hall, "The demon king Xiyi is discussing matters in the Immortal Hall, and a group of demons are gathering."

Huaying frowned and looked at it.

Linglu said calmly, "The oracle came down a month ago, but for some reason it only stayed for a moment. The light of the golden spirit was strange, and the immortal venerable put it in the box for fear of any mistakes, and agreed to open it again today. Here. , Yaojun is currently presiding over the matter of the husband and wife turning things into swords and sacrificing all spirits in the Immortal Palace, so it may be inappropriate for you to go at this time."

Although Hua Ying was eager to find someone to descend to the lower realm, but hearing this, she couldn't help feeling suspicious, "The Husband and Wife Sword only ascended yesterday, so how can it be sacrificed to the oracle?"

Linglu flicked his sore hoof, and said, "It's not important, the important thing is that you must not go down to the world today."

Huaying said, "There is something in your words. Since you came to find me, you must not just let me guess riddles."

"Speak straight."

Linglu pointed to the Immortal Doctor's mansion again, and said, "His Royal Highness Xianzun and the person from Yushenjun went to find Yihan Immortal. I heard that he was in a hurry with a murderous spirit."

Huaying's expression changed immediately.

There is only one word in my heart.

Eventful autumn.

Disregarding the fairy world's rule of "forbidding flying in the sky", Huaying flew to the mansion of Immortal Medicine with spiritual power as the source.

Stepping into the front yard, it is very quiet.There are no fairies who come and go to prune flower branches, bring water to serve tea, and there are no fairies who dry herbs.

Even the immortal doctor with a three-foot beard disappeared without a trace.

Huaying walked into Yihan's bedroom with a cold face, and was restrained and shackled the moment she opened the door.

It is a forbidden technique from Yuxian Mansion.

A flame seemed to burst out of Huaying's eyes, and she stared fiercely at the restriction in front of her. After a long time, she finally got a glimpse of the tricks, pulled out all the spiritual power from her right wrist, and gritted her teeth to release it.

Under the couch, Yihan knelt down on the ground, tugged at the hem of Yushenjun's clothes, and begged one after another.

He said.

"Master, I don't want to seal the spirit veins!"

"It can't be sealed, it can't be sealed! This is the last thing my father left me. He wanted me to walk that road with him! You asked me to seal it up. Why? Why? I have hatred in my heart. Shouldn't I hate it? I knew a long time ago that my father was killed by Xizi! The spiritual lineage is inherited, and everything is clear. I have inherited not only my father's spiritual power, but also saw the demon king kill and loot, All those unconscionable things you have done are bad debts! The Yaojun is a disaster that disturbs the immortals, and I want to kill all his descendants, what is wrong?"

"Master! You also said that Xiyi deserves to die for doing things that are shameless and disrespectful to human life! Many of his descendants are domineering and have caused disasters everywhere. I will kill all the demons to improve their spiritual power. Isn’t cause and effect intertwined, head to tail! This last step is for me to remove the demon head on Xizi’s neck! You see, my spiritual power has already reached [-]% of what my father had before he was alive. Give me a chance, and give me a chance. I have a little time, I can definitely avenge my father!"

"I must kill Xizi!"

"The chaos in the world originated from him, and will eventually be attributed to him. Only when he is dead can immortals find peace!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Master, master, master! I beg you! Please, don't seal my memory, don't seal my spiritual veins, don't take away my hatred for demons! Believe me, don't let me go!" Believe me once! I will act cautiously in the future, I will never show my power again, and I will not be worthless and almost die outside! I quietly, I quietly, even if there is a difference in strength, I, I can assassinate Xizi, I even You can die with him, as long as he dies, I want him to die!"

"Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't!!!"

Hua Ying leaned against the door.

In front of him, Yihan's newly healed right wrist was cut open again.

The perpetrator is the master, the emperor of the emperor.

He held a section of delicate hairpin cut from Yihan's wrist under his fingertips, with golden silk and jade, with a little bit of spiritual light, and the starlight was compelling.

Hosta stained with blood.

But starting from Yushenjun was extremely steady, there was only a wisp of blood overflowing from Yihan's white wrist.

Looking at the injury on the wrist, it is not as frightening as the blood pool when Yihan was seriously injured in the lower realm.

But Yihan's expression cracked.

It was as if the sky and the earth had returned to chaos, and he was bound in place alone, facing the erosion of the prehistoric world head-on.

His eyes were full of tears, but none of them fell, he just kept biting his blood-stained lips, and stubbornly watched the golden silk jade hairpin slowly dim in the hands of Yu Shenjun, leaving only the warmth of jade in the end.

Yihan tilted his head, and the tears fell down his side cheek like torrents.

From the angle Huaying occupied, she could just see his pained expression, but it was only for a moment, and Yihan suddenly raised her head again.

He shouted at Huaying, "Aying, come here quickly, Aying, come here and save me."

"You love me the most. Even if everyone in the world says I'm wrong, you'll still love me, right?"

He looked at Huaying aggrievedly, crying with red eyes while trying to struggle against the shackles on his body, "Aying, you said you would always protect me, no, no, I don't want your whole life, I want it now, I will Now, you save me now!"

"OK? OK!"

"Come here, come here, I want to leave this ghostly place, I don't want to stay here, I'm going to kill that beast that is not as good as a pig or a dog! Why, why don't you come here? Don't you mean protect me? , They all lied to me!"

"It's all lying to me, it's all—"

Huaying strode forward, hugged Yihan into her arms, and kept stroking Yihan's hair with her chin.

He thought of the night when he learned of Chongzun Shenjun's death, the master told him to stop calling him father and call him master, stop confronting his junior brother, and do his duty as a good senior brother.After nearly a hundred years, he finally realized that the white shadow drifting away from the cave was not an illusion.

That night, Yihan was in the cave, he heard the thunderbolt, and when Huaying returned to the yard, he was still smiling and playing with him.

As a senior brother, what did he do?Because he couldn't accept the eccentricity of the imperial master and the ostentation of Yihan for a while, he was hard-hearted and disheartened, using the excuse of cultivation to isolate everything and retreat for eighty years.

Only then did I reconcile myself and become clearer.

Huaying never thought that the playfulness and indulgence on Yihan's face were actually suppressing the flames in her heart. How did Ahan survive the cold winter for eighty years?How did he wear a fake skin that no one can see?

Hua Ying covered her face with one hand, and repeated mechanically, "Ahan, whatever you want to do, everything, everything, I'll be with you, I'll be with you, I'll be with you all the time, okay? Don't go crazy."

"I, I'm afraid."

The word "crazy" seems to be the key, but it just awakened Yihan who was almost delirious.

Yihan suddenly opened his eyes wide, shook his right wrist in Huaying's arms, and felt ruthless, turned around and restrained Huaying like revenge, locked his throat tightly, and shouted to Congyu, "Cong Yushenjun! Your son is in my hands now, let me go! Otherwise, I will definitely, definitely break his neck!"

Huaying remained motionless, letting Yihan do what she wanted, her eyes calmly met the surprised eyes of Cong Yushenjun and His Highness Xianzun.

Cong Yu Nu laughed back, clapped his palms with an overjoyed look and said ironically, "Okay, okay, very good, you two are worthy of being brothers, you are both scoundrels who don't take your own life seriously! Han, if you can do it today, I will look at you with admiration!"

Yihan subconsciously tightened his hands.

Huaying was forced to raise her neck, her throat felt sour, but she just lowered her eyes and didn't hum.

Cong Yu said again, "Huaying, you are willing to be his hostage, but have you ever thought that this is harming him!"

"He walked out through this door today, maybe he won't live until tomorrow, and his body will be so cold! You, you tell them two people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, how obsessed the demon king is with the head on Yi Han's neck, you tell him !"

Yiyou stood where he was, looked deeply at the two men fighting in the same room, and said, "Yihan."

"When you strangled Huaying's neck, guess what he was thinking? Helplessness, pain, struggle, regret, or wishing to replace you with his own body, even if his heart was full of sharp knives and thorns. Treating you, but you treat him as he wants. You want revenge, so you are in great pain. He wants you to be well, so he is willing to share with you. This is the end of the matter, and you are not alone. Huaying entrusted her life to You, do you really want him to fall into the wildfire with you and burn your bones and ashes?"

"The friendship between you is deep, and it's not easy. You shouldn't break the affection between the brothers and sisters because of the grievances and grievances of the previous generation. It's about revenge. I'll come, and it's okay for Congyu. Be obedient and let you go." Brother, how are you?"

Yihan tilted his head.

Yihan asked, "Brother, are you willing to die with me?"

Huaying's expression remained calm, she just slowly passed her right wrist up and brought it to Yihan's mouth.

He said, "You can do whatever you want."

Those slender hands are upwards to the immortal's right wrist, which stores spiritual power. If it is destroyed, this immortal will be no different from a useless person.

Yihan opened his eyes and stared sourly for a long time.

In my mind, I usually saw many scenes of bickering and provoking each other with my seniors.What's more, after the senior brother left the customs, he guarded him upright, from a stiff one point, slowly to two points, three points, until the three-headed viper incident, in order to stop his waywardness, he was seriously injured , and today, I am willing to give up my life.

Yi You said in a low voice, "The man is gone, the living will live forever, and life is given to him, so cherish it."

Yihan seemed to find it interesting, and began to laugh out loud, and then he lost his strength when he smiled, and let go of his hand as if exhausted.

He took a step back, and when Hua Ying turned to face him, he raised the corners of his mouth and tried to smile more presumptuously.But the corners of his eyes were not obedient enough, dragging his hind legs like falling down a slippery slope.

After an unknown amount of time, Yihan's laughter stopped abruptly.

He turned around abruptly, knelt softly and leaned against the bed, leaving only a back view for the three of them.

Yihan choked up his voice and said, "Having said so much, you just want to get rid of my malice towards demons and erase my 100-year hatred, and the best thing is that I will be an ignorant fool from now on. "

Cong Yu was stunned in place, opening his mouth to speak, but was pulled by Yi You.

Yi You said, "Hui Ji will be hurt, you must correct this stubborn problem."

Huaying took a step forward, wanting to embrace Yihan in his arms, but was gently pushed away, he said distressedly, "Ah Han, let me go, okay?"

Yihan let out a bleak laugh from his throat.

He turned his head in a trance.

Huaying's intentionally soft expression froze instantly, and then, as if being hit hard, she took a deep breath and suddenly became hysterical.

"No, no, Ahan, no—"

Two lines of blood and tears flowed slowly from Yihan's white cheeks, and there were more and more without interruption.

Amidst the miserable background sound, Yihan smiled slyly, "Okay."

Yiyou and Congyu seem to be nailed in place by iron nails, and the hard black paint seals their astonished expressions.The breath they had just released seemed to be rebuilt, and it became steamy, soaring into the sky.

There are words in fairy books.

Blood and tears, dementia, grief, there is nothing greater than heart death.