Inscription of Different Cases

This is the first time that everyone has seen Liu Ding Liujia's true colors with their own eyes. The six gods of Ding are all female, and the six gods of Jia are all male.According to legend, Liuding Liujia was entrusted by the Emperor of Heaven, able to "fly against wind and thunder, and control ghosts and gods". At this time, their only goal is He Yijiu, a monster who dared to run wild under the capital.

The golden light poured down, half of the sky was day, and the other half was night. Light and darkness divided the sky in such a weird way, as if the tip of a needle and the awn of wheat were facing each other.Everyone looked up at the sky dumbfounded, and all gasped.They felt as if the air had been frozen, and such an extraordinary sight was almost chilling.

"Get out of the way!"

Shen Minggui made a move, he raised the talisman, and countless crying ghosts were like a dark wave, instantly submerging the heads of the crowd.But the extremely dazzling light in the sky was still unmovable, once Shen Minggui's ghost control touched that light, it immediately turned into nothing, not even a trace left.

But Shen Minggui didn't panic at all, he knelt down on the ground, quickly bit his finger and drew a huge talisman, which was exactly the same as the one that protected Han Langhe Yijiu when he entered the city.After drawing the talisman seal, he tied the seal and chanted the mantra, and saw a huge scarlet wave rising from the talisman seal, emitting a dazzling brilliance, but Shen Minggui's face became paler and paler, as if all the blood in his body had flowed into the talisman. Among the seal characters.

He gritted his teeth and drank again: "Qinglian!"

Qinglian floated out, but stood beside her with folded arms: "I don't want to go."

Shen Ming didn't turn his head back: "Don't you want to invite them to visit your house?"

"My family hasn't had a newcomer in tens of thousands of years," Qinglian blinked, "You're right, I'll try it."

He stepped lightly, and his body seemed to turn into a sharp black arrow, shooting towards the sky.Following his movements, a pitch-black tornado rose out of nowhere in the half-bright sky, wrapped in biting ice.At the same time, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and suddenly heavy snow fell.Everyone was shivering from the cold, and those who were weaker even fell to the ground with blue faces, and their bodies were instantly covered in snowflakes.Mo Chen picked up Wei Shangshu, staggered to his feet and said, "Quick, hurry up!"

The soldiers who were still alive on the field immediately responded, Ruan Ping held the injured Zhuzhen by his arm, and turned around after walking two steps: "The two of them--"

He Yijiu didn't move, he lay beside Han Lang, kept warming him with his fur, and licking him with his tongue, but Han Lang's body was still unavoidably cold.Zhuzhen and the others saw it in their eyes, and their hearts were like a knife. No one knew better than them what a person would look like when he died. Han Lang was no longer here. They were all sure of this, but none of them wanted to mention it, nor Dare to mention.

"Let's go first, get out of here," Zhu Zhen pulled He Yijiu hard, "It's not safe here, take him back first, and we'll treat him and heal his injuries!"

Ruan Ping also suppressed the ups and downs of his voice: "Go, it's too late if you don't go!"

He Yijiu looked at them, they couldn't see his emotion from Baihu's eyes, after a while He Yijiu recovered his human body.When touching Han Lang, the two of them clearly saw He Yijiu tremble like an electric shock, but his face was as firm as a stone carving, and he carried Han Lang on his back, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

Qinglian is hell itself, and its combat power is no less than that of Liuding Liujia.The latter was entangled by his attack, and was disturbed by Shen Minggui's formation, so he didn't even have time to care about the situation on the ground.With Qinglian flipping her hands, the entire village was covered in black mist, fields, houses, and rivers all disappeared, and fell into a swamp-like tumbling and bubbling mud flow.The mud flow was gurgling, and it was surging like boiling water. Groups of sticky things protruded from it, from being fragmented to gradually spelling out shapes. It was a hellish ghost covered in blue and covered with frost——

Countless evil spirits scrambled to get out, and under Qinglian's call, they rose from the ground and turned into a turbid current that rushed towards the sky.The whole barren village turned into a scene in hell in an instant, only the five zhang area around Shen Minggui still maintained its original appearance.The magic circle was extremely red, exuding dazzling brilliance, Shen Minggui's Taoist robe was windless and automatic, his complexion was white and transparent, like a snow sculpture standing in the magic circle.

Several inhuman screams came out suddenly, and a thunderbolt fell from the air, splitting the wave of evil spirits in half like a sharp sword.The ear-piercing wailing continued, but Qinglian stretched out her finger without changing her face.Those evil spirits divided into several in an instant, like countless entangled long snakes, and once again stabbed straight towards the sky.Thunder and fire continued, and even the field of vision was flickered. A large number of evil spirits fell down and fell into the swamp and turned into bubbles one after another. In the rolling tide.

The battle between the two sides was indistinguishable, the sky thunder continued to spread to the world, and even raging flames ignited in the deserted village.After all, there are 12 people in Liuding Liujia, and there is only one Qinglian left. Even if he doesn't feel difficult, he can't think of a way to win for a while and falls into a stalemate.This is the world, and he can't be allowed to do it without any scruples, it really makes him irritated.

The mortals on the field basically evacuated, only Shen Minggui was left, Qinglian glanced at the latter, and was about to withdraw, but felt something was wrong.

Even the Liuding Liujia on the cloud has noticed that although the ground is burning, the flame is gradually freezing, as if this is not the fire of the three flavors that burns thousands of calamities, but has become a bloody red lotus that tortures souls in hell .

However, this is just the beginning, the flames are getting stronger and stronger, and they are no longer under their control.Wherever the flame reached, it couldn't illuminate anything, but instead filled with a chilling wind.A figure gradually emerged from the fire, a strand of hair was scattered behind him like a waterfall, and there were two pairs of black curved horns on his forehead.His robe was covered with scarlet blood-like lotus petals. The redness was boundless and lawless, and the light was as insolent as molten gold, making it inevitable that the gods present would turn their attention to him.Even Shen Minggui, who was always fearless, could not help but shudder, and murmured out the man's name.

The head of the Eight Cold Hells, Red Lotus.

"Ah Qing, go back."

With just this one sentence, Qinglian seemed to turn into an obedient child in an instant, obediently falling back beside Shen Minggui.I saw that Honglian's complexion did not change, and in the next moment she had already flashed in front of Liu Ding Liujia.In terms of status alone, these little gods are naturally not comparable to the leaders of the Eight Cold Hells, not to mention the imposing manner of the red lotus. Although the twelve gods have the upper hand in numbers, none of them hastily opened their mouths.

"The upper realm and our generation have never committed any crimes." Hong Lian said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Why is there a fight in this Yanfu world today?"

One of Liuding Liujia said: "This time, I am going to the lower realm to catch the evil spirits who offend the dragon's veins."

"Have you ever reported it to the Heavenly Court?"

"When things happen suddenly, we have the right to arrest them first and then play them."

Hong Lian smiled slightly: "Now the evil spirits are gone, and from what I can see, the dragon veins are also intact. I'm afraid there may be some misunderstandings."

"This……"

"Brother Qinglian is still young," he said, and he rolled his eyes at Qinglian from a distance, "If there is something wrong with what you did, I hope you don't see it. When the turmoil passes, We personally hosted a banquet at Da Hong Lian to apologize for all of you."

The twelve gods trembled at the same time, after all, no one wanted to go to the red lotus hell to have a banquet.At this time, Hong Lian added another sentence in a timely manner: "Thousands of cultivations will eventually decline, if you insist on embarrassing your younger brother, Hong Lian will definitely take care of you when the body dies and the Tao disappears."

Liu Ding Liujia looked at each other, feeling chills on their backs, at this time one of them hurriedly said: "Everyone is famous for protecting Ziwei Xingjun. Since there is the Lord of the Eight Colds as the guarantor, and the dragon's veins were not injured, we will go first I'm taking my leave. But if the situation gets worse, it won't be our junior Xiaoxian who will come down to investigate."

Shen Minggui silently slandered: Whoever likes to come, anyway, there will be no next time.

After all, the 12 of them disappeared together, Honglian smiled again, and also took away the mud and fire on the ground.The deserted village returned to calm again, only countless collapsed houses proved that a fierce battle had taken place here.Liu Ding Liu Jia had already left, Shen Minggui finally didn't have to hide He Yijiu's whereabouts in the maintenance circle, he was exhausted at the moment, if Qinglian hadn't come to help him in time, he might have fainted to the ground.

Hong Lian came back to them, first glanced at her younger brother without saying a word, and then turned her gaze to Shen Minggui: "It's fine to order my younger brother around normally, but this time it caused such a mess, even though I'm not afraid of it in Bahan Hell thing, but it's annoying."

Facing the leader of the Eight Cold Hells, Shen Minggui did not dare to neglect at all, even his usual low-key tone could not help but put away: "Thank you for your help."

Hong Lian snorted softly: "Should there be courtesy and reciprocity in the world, Master Shen must have thought of a corresponding thank you gift to respect Hong Lian's rescue."

"It's natural," Shen Minggui said, but he was silently complaining, thinking that no one called you here, obviously you ran out by yourself.

However, he wanted to think about it, but he didn't dare to disobey Honglian's intentions, so he could only respectfully say: "When the fifteenth period arrives, I will prepare a generous gift to thank the Lord of the Eight Colds for his kindness and protection."

Honglian nodded in satisfaction, her body disappeared in an instant, and it seemed that she had returned to the underworld.In an instant, Shen Minggui seemed to let go of a heavy burden, and fell on Qinglian's body as if exhausted, and let out a long breath: "It's really choking."

Qinglian let him lean on her, and silently calmed down her own coldness, making Shen Minggui lean on more comfortably.

"Let's go." After a long time, he stood up and said to Qinglian, "Brother Han's matter has not been resolved yet."

A large number of wounded came to the camp, and the tents for the wounded to rest were all packed. With Han Lang on his back, He Yijiu yelled anxiously, asking everyone oncoming to make way for them.He cleared a clean ground and hurriedly let Han Lang lie down.The doctor also came, but he didn't even look at Han Lang who was on the ground, he went to give medical treatment to other seriously injured people first.

There were bursts of wailing in the cramped tent, Zhuzhen endured the pain and did not make a sound. In order to prevent the poison from spreading, he blocked the meridians by himself. His right arm was limply hanging by his side, and his left leg could not move.Ruan Ping was slightly better than him, and was sitting motionless by the side, concentrating on exercising his kung fu to force out the toxin.

After their own condition eased a little, they quickly devoted themselves to the preparation of antidote. Zhuzhen can poison, so naturally she also knows how to detoxify.The doctors were so busy that they couldn't keep their feet on the ground, He Yijiu didn't bother them all the time.He himself was not seriously injured, but he just watched Han Lang quietly, staring at Han Lang's face, focused but lifeless.

He himself knew what was going on, Han Lang had no breathing, no pulse, and his body became cold, leaving only an empty body.The doctor walked past him, glanced at him, sighed again and left.He still seemed to hear what Mo Chen was saying persistently, but the doctor sighed and said sadly: "I'm old and incompetent, Han Shaoxia's life is dead, I'm afraid even the gods in the sky can't save him."

How can a living person die?At least an hour ago, they were still talking to Han Lang and fighting side by side with him. Why is there only one cold corpse left now?Mo Chen shook his head in despair. He was used to seeing too many life and death scenes on the battlefield, but this time, he hoped from the bottom of his heart for a turnaround.

Isn't Han Lang a monster?

Do monsters die too?

A few thick leaden gray clouds hovered over their heads, and a piece of icy snowflakes came with the wind and landed on He Yijiu's cheek.The whole world fell silent, everything in the world seemed to be silent, the running crowd, the wounded crying for pain, everything had nothing to do with these two people.Ruan Ping silently pulled Zhuzhen away: "Don't look, let them be quiet."

He Yijiu looked up at this sentence, but there was no expression on his face.Soon he lowered his head again, his azure pupils were dead silent, if there wasn't the faint panting in front of his chest, he would have completely turned into a broken blade on this barren battlefield, standing still.

"He hasn't given up yet." Ruan Ping sighed.

Zhuzhen forced out a voice, but choked up: "Then... what else can I do?"

No one answered.

He Yijiu sat stiffly in the distance, motionless, with a peaceful expression.He was waiting, and he was sure he would keep waiting.Until the first heavy snow break, Shen Minggui and Qinglian came back together.The former strode up to He Yijiu's side, facing his questioning, persuasion and even sarcasm, He Yijiu was indifferent and indifferent.The words that sounded afterward sounded very far away, and he vaguely heard Shen Minggui telling him that Han Lang could come back.

He Yijiu's pair of green eyes finally had a bit of expression: "...What did you say?"

"He is dead. The mortal body 'Han Lang' is already dead, but have you forgotten that he was a wandering monster?" Shen Ming said. Yijiu's expression, for some reason, his anger disappeared again, "As long as he keeps his soul, he can still live."

He Yijiu seemed to understand, but didn't quite understand. "Then what are we going to do?" He showed a trembling expression for the first time, and finally a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, fearing that it would quickly dissipate in the future.

"My mana is exhausted, come and help me."