Xingjun, he is a heartthrob

"Are you lying to us?"

After a long time, the Sansheng Stone never appeared, but many ghosts walked by, always staring at Yu Haoran and Shenglan Xingjun.

Yu Haoran couldn't wait any longer, and said suspiciously.

"Why don't you ask Emperor Yan Luo?" Li Fan spread his hands and lay down on the ground again, allowing the ghosts of the past to step on his feet because of seeing Yu Haoran and Sheng Lan Xingjun.

And the ghost that stepped on Li Wen's foot staggered forward and passed Huangquan Road.

However, the moment he fell across Huangquan Road, the red Bana suddenly trembled.

Not long after, the ground cracked, and a cyan stone covered with names seemed to grow out of the ground, appearing in front of Yu Haoran and the others.

"Sanshengshi!!" Zhu Zhu jumped down and danced around Shenglan Xingjun, acting happier than Yu Haoran: "It has appeared! It has appeared!!"

Yu Haoran didn't dare to confirm it, and looked at Li Fan: "Is this the Sansheng Stone?"

"Hurry up and catch that ghost?" Seeing the ghost carving his name on the stone, squatting there looking around, Li Fan reminded him.

"What are you going to do?" The ghost heard this, looked at Yu Haoran who was approaching, and ran away: "Help!"

So, on Huangquan Road, you can see a wonderful scene: a fairy in white is chasing a ghost, running desperately.

After chasing and chasing, Yu Haoran unknowingly moved far away from Huangquan Road, so far away that he couldn't see Shenglan Xingjun and the others.

He stopped, and the ghost stopped too.

"Where is this?"

Seeing that the surrounding situation was unclear, Yu Haoran became alert.

"Dijun, I've been waiting here for a long time!" The ghost didn't look back, but a strange voice came from around.

It was like a man talking, mixed with a woman's shrill laughter, with the crispness and mischievousness of a teenager, and the calmness and sternness of an old man.

"Who's talking?!" Yu Haoran stared at the ghost that started to distort, and shouted sharply, trying to imagine the Ember Demon Sword, but found that his hand was empty.

"What is Dijun going to do?" The ghost turned his head slowly, his body became transparent, and his empty eyes blazed with fire, "Do you want to use the Ember Demon Sword to destroy me?"

The fire seems to be tearing the ghost's body invisible. His face is ferocious, and his voice gradually rises, like the sound of fingernails scratching glass, sharp and piercing: "But what would Fang Hanlin do without me? What's more..."

Following his splitting, the Bana flowers on both sides seemed to be instantly ignited, followed by Lie Lie's burning, and the flames instantly surrounded Yu Haoran in Huangquan Road and the ghost that had split into lights and shadows.

"Dijun, your sword has been broken a long time ago!" In the flames, a light and shadow rose slowly.

In the light and shadow, he was wearing a battle armor and was fighting bloody battle.

Yes, his sword was broken long ago.

In that tragic battle between gods and demons, he was folded in someone's body.

He couldn't remember who that person was.

The monster's pounce made his eyes bloodshot, and he couldn't hear anything.He couldn't tell who had the warm blood splashed on his face.

He only knows that they have put in too much effort, and for the sake of the common people, they cannot lose.

"Heguang...Heguang...stop!" Someone in a trance called him, holding him by his side.

Regardless, he turned around and pierced the man's body with his sword.

In front of him was a bloody face, his pupils were full of surprise and despair: "He Guang."

In the light of the fire, Mochen rushed towards him with a disheveled face and pushed him away.

The sword was stuck in the man's chest, and blood was gurgling out, surrounding him.

He opened his mouth, but made no sound.

"Shaohua! Shaohua!!" Mote's voices were calling beside her ears, urgent and sad.

He looked at the fallen man in the light and shadow, opened his eyes wide and stared intently.

It is the God of Shaohua.

The person lying in the pool of blood is actually the God of Shaohua!

But in his memory, this episode is very vague.In the blink of an eye, the light and shadow in front of him went away, and another light and shadow rose in front of Yu Haoran's eyes.

The person who was stabbed by his own sword was reincarnated and became a tradable slave in the flower boat. He came after looking for it, and stretched out his hand to her: "Would you like to slay demons with me?"

Yu Haoran's memory became very confused—could it be that he met the God of Shaohua not by chance, but after many years of searching?

It turns out that the God of Shaohua has always been his comrade?

Do not……

No.

She is an orphan, everything is accidental.

yes!that is! !

You hurt her by mistake, you feel guilty, you search and search, just to make up for everything you owe her.

The sharp and piercing voice seemed to have penetrated into his mind and penetrated into his heart.

He kept denying, and the voice kept acknowledging.

"You're talking nonsense!" After several struggles, he suddenly raised his head, responding to the voice around him who seemed to be smiling, "I've never had this memory!!"

"You don't?" The voice was full of sarcasm and unpredictable: "I was transformed from your memory. If you don't have one, how could I conjure such a memory?"

Yes.

Why does this paragraph seem to be erased from my memory?Is it because Emperor Heguang couldn't face the grief of his comrades-in-arms and deliberately forgot?

Yu Haoran suddenly began to doubt himself, as if the voice that had been speaking in his heart had played a role.

Do not……

I am not such a person!

Soon, Yu Haoran regained his senses and was determined in his heart.

"This is Heguangdijun's record before becoming a god. How exciting it is to kill comrades in arms and slaughter innocent people!" However, the voice surrounding his ears became thinner and thinner, and every sentence seemed to take people's soul away: "Such cruel , was actually sealed as the first seat in the temple of the gods? He also falsely claimed to slay demons and eliminate demons, and protect the common people..."

"It's so hypocritical!"

"Shut up! I didn't do such a thing!" Yu Haoran strongly denied, moved his fingers, and there was a bang above his head.

In the sky above the underworld, a thunder crashed down, and the blooming flowers of the other shore were shattered by the shock, and the petals all over the sky were dancing in the wind, as if it was raining blood.

On the other side of the underworld, even the Wangchuan River trembled.

"What happened?" Sheng Lan Xingjun stood unsteadily, leaning on a cold pillar beside him, and looked at the darkness in front of him: "Is it He Guang..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lan Xingjun saw the cold pillar that his hand touched suddenly lit up.

Looking carefully, it seems to be somewhat transparent.

"Hiss!" Suddenly, a pale human face appeared in the translucent pillar, rushing towards Shenglan Xingjun with a ferocious expression.

"what?!"

Shenglan Xingjun staggered back a few steps and leaned against another cold pillar.

Fortunately, he was trapped in the pillar and couldn't break free, otherwise that face would definitely rush over and tear Sheng Lan Xingjun to pieces.

"Be safe and don't be impatient." The gray beard of Emperor Yan Luo, who was wearing a gray gown, moved to comfort Shenglan Xingjun and Zhu Zhu.

"Ah..." After a while, there was a pale and strange long hiss from the pillar that Shenglan Xingjun was leaning on.

"Master Hanlin, behind you...behind you..." Zhu Zhu hurriedly jumped up and down in front of another glowing transparent pillar.

When Shenglan Xingjun turned his head, he saw another pale face and those eyes full of resentment.

He hurriedly jumped away.

Then, on the road behind them, the pillars began to light up, becoming translucent and bright, as if something was awakened and let out a low, gloomy roar.

After a while, a bright road appeared in front of him.

At the end of the avenue, there is an oval-shaped transparent pool, about three meters high, with blood-red water.

There is also a pillar in the pool, which seems to be used to trap the repressed spirits.

Seeing the pool of blood, the faces in the pillars began to roar, their voices were full of excitement, as if they smelled sweet food.

"Will they rush out?" Zhu Zhu hugged Sheng Lan Xingjun's arm tightly in fright, and pulled back desperately, "Let's go, this old man looks like an enemy rather than a friend."

"He Guang hasn't come out yet." Forced himself to calm down, Sheng Lan Xingjun glanced back at the calm Emperor Yan Luo, "Emperor, what are these?"

Maybe it was the first time I saw so many pale shadows floating in the transparent pillars, I felt panicked and my face turned pale.

Yes.

As Zhu Zhu said, after leaving the mountains of swords and seas of fire, he and Zhu Zhu fell to this place and met this gray-haired old man.

He claimed to be Yan Luo the Great.

But after all, he had never seen the real Emperor Yan Luo.

This place is gloomy and cold, and it is unknown if this person is Emperor Yan Luo.

Everything is full of unknown dangers.

Shenglan Xingjun suddenly wanted to turn around and run into the darkness, it was better than being stuck here and being fooled by an old man he didn't know.

In case, he will be disadvantageous to himself and Zhu Zhu...

The light behind him was in stark contrast to the darkness in front of him.

At this moment, Sheng Lan Xingjun wished that Yu Haoran would appear in the darkness right now, holding the ember sword, and say to him: "Hanlin, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

But there was only silence in the darkness.

"They're all resentful spirits that don't enter reincarnation." With his back to them and looking at the dark place, Emperor Yan Luo said unhurriedly: "They have deep grievances, and if they don't enter reincarnation, they will harm the common people, and they are all suppressed here .”

"I heard that the Heavenly Court was afraid that these spirits would destroy the order of reincarnation in the underworld, so they suppressed them under the Yuanling Pagoda..." He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and Sheng Lan Xingjun couldn't believe it: "Could it be, this is the Yuanling Pagoda?"

"Yes." Putting his hands behind his back and counting something with his fingers, Emperor Yan Luo turned his head, looked faintly at Shenglan Xingjun, and pointed to the pillar in the blood pool with his chin: "The god Xia Yuluo violated the rules of heaven." When he was young, he was tied there and was devoured by resentful spirits."

"The demon lord Xuan Li originally wanted to throw me into the pool of blood, but my blood from Yan Luo's lineage can devour souls."

"He had no choice but to give up and lock me up here temporarily."

"Xuan Li couldn't have imagined that you fell here by mistake and found me."

"Isn't the Yuanling Pagoda in the heaven?" Shenglan Xingjun was skeptical.

"From here, you can reach the heaven." Pointing to a light shining from the end of the blood pool, Emperor Yan Luo said.

"Then why didn't the great emperor go up?" Puzzled, Sheng Lan Xingjun continued to ask, protecting Zhu Zhu.

"Mr. Xing was joking, the six worlds have their own order." This time, the corners of Yan Luo's mouth finally changed, "Don't summon, the ruler of the underworld, you can't go to the heaven easily."

"What's more, if the Heavenly Realm is taken over by the Demon Realm, if I go up by myself, I will be alone."

"So, I'm waiting for Emperor Heguang." Staring at the boundless darkness, Emperor Yan Luo's eyes gradually became serious: "I hope the emperor can come out."

"Do you know where Heguang is?" There was hope in his eyes, and Shenglan Xingjun took a step forward, but felt that something was wrong, so he backed away again.

"The emperor used the sky thunder. It seems that he got lost in Shura and couldn't imagine the ember sword." Yan Luo felt the worry and vigilance of Shenglan Xingjun and Zhu Zhu, and gave them a soft look, " Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"Asura lost his way? Where is that place?" Even though he had to be wary of the unknown Emperor Yan Luo in front of him all the time, Shenglan Xingjun still hoped that what he said was true.

He kept looking around on the dark road worriedly: "What happened to He Guang?"

"Sura Lost is the last level of the [-]th hell, and the end is here." Staring with deep and dark eyes, a trace of sadness appeared on Yan Luo's face: "In Shura Lost, memory will be confused, and the heart will be confused." Demons consume reason."

"We've been waiting here for so long and haven't seen the emperor, is he..." The vain figures in the pillars made Zhu Zhu hold Shenglan Xingjun's sleeves and dare not let go, and it took him a long time to say something.

"Let's wait a little longer." Before Shenglan Xingjun could say anything, Emperor Yan Luo interrupted Zhu Zhu: "The emperor is the head of the temple of the gods, and he has experienced several battles between gods and demons with the emperor Mochen, and has an unusual Will, maybe you can come out."

Those wraiths were still howling in a low voice, as if they were going to break through the pillars to bite these strange intruders.

"Maybe..." Sheng Lan Xingjun no longer cared about those resentful spirits. He figured out the meaning of the words of Emperor Yan Luo, and hurriedly grabbed Emperor Yan Luo's sleeve: "How sure?"

"Fifty percent." Emperor Yan Luo's eyes sparkled slightly.

"Fifty percent?!" Shenglan Xingjun and Zhu Zhu said in unison.

"Don't try to confuse me!"

Asura lost his way.

Yu Haoran is still struggling with the past that is constantly emerging in the light and shadow: "Where is Fang Hanlin?"

At this moment, he was thinking of Shenglan Xingjun in his heart, and finally felt that his thoughts were much clearer.

Those vague memories disappeared one by one, and the light and shadow burst and dissipated like bubbles.

"There it is."

The voice directed his gaze to the top light and shadow.

The light and shadow were far away, as if in a sea of ​​fire, as if it was about to shatter.

From afar, Shenglan Xingjun was lying in a pool of blood, the blood in his palm was still flowing out, and even his white hair was dyed red.

"Stop lying to me!" Yu Haoran saw through the trick of the voice trying to confuse the mind, and angrily reprimanded: "He won't fall down just because he bleeds a few drops!!"

"Then you will see."

Another light and shadow appeared in the flames.

It's very real, and it's also very scary—I saw Shenglan Xingjun with his eyes closed, tied to a pillar, and thrown into a pool of blood.

Pale faces appeared in the blood pool, and the vain shadows swam towards Shenglan Xingjun, and began to gnaw at Shenglan Xingjun's flesh and blood.

"Hanlin!!" Yu Haoran's eyes turned red anxiously, and he stretched out his hand to meet Shenglan Xingjun in the light and shadow, his canthus tearing apart: "Where is this?!"

"The end of the [-]th hell, Yuanling Pagoda." The voice seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and the laughter became louder and shriller: "You know, the god Xia Yuluo was imprisoned there back then, Eaten by resentful spirits."

"Now it's Fang Hanlin, does your heart hurt?"

"The stronger your desire to save Fang Hanlin, the more you will fall into Shura's astray." However, the voice in the void still did not let him go.

It was laughing at him, guiding him, and constantly stimulating him: "Dijun, you can't leave, stay here with me."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" The voice was so wild and sharp that it made people's hearts almost burst.

Yu Haoran loosened his clenched hands, and moved his fingers again.

"Boom!!" Thunder rang in the sky.

The place where he was standing shook a few times, Yu Haoran's eyes were piercing and resentful: "Give me back my Hanlin room!"

"Come on, let's die together." The voice didn't have a hint of fear, and kept provoking Yu Haoran: "I don't know if the emperor is willing to let Fang Hanlin die together?"

"How many years later, the flowers in Luohe River are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing. It's just that young man who will never appear again..."

"To shut up!"

The light and shadow in his hand disappeared, and the scene of Sheng Lan Xingjun being devoured reappeared in other lights and shadows.

Those frames and scenes were displayed incomparably clearly in front of Yu Haoran's eyes.

He finally collapsed, looking at the face of Shenglan Xingjun in front of him, he was so distressed that he could hardly stand up: "This is not true."

After all, he covered his face, but secretly paid attention to the situation in the flame through his fingers, and listened very carefully to the source of the sound.

"Of course it's true." Seeing Yu Haoran's ashen face, the voice continued to laugh, becoming more and more happy, and said in a single thought: "You have been separated since the moment you crossed the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire. He and that little spirit beast fell apart. After entering the Yuanling Pagoda, you have fallen into the last level of the [-]th level of hell."

"They were devoured by resentful spirits, and you are trapped in Shura's maze. It's really pitiful."

"You mean I've been in an illusion all this time?" Yu Haoran instantly sobered up with those words, he put down his hands, looked back at the flames behind him with a calm expression.

After the fire, there is only endless darkness.

Neither Sheng Lan Xingjun nor Zhu Zhu can be seen.

He thought that Shenglan Xingjun and Zhu Zhu were taken away when he came chasing the ghost just now.

It turned out that everything I experienced was an illusion?

Is this also an illusion?

Since it is an illusion, everything said here is also not true?Even if some are true, some are half true.

"From the moment you saw Emperor Yan Luo, you have already entered an illusion." The voice replied, with the innocence of a teenager.

"The injury of the four great beasts and Fang Hanlin is also an illusion?" The surrounding fire continued to burn, and Yu Haoran noticed that his face did not feel the heat of the fire, so he continued to deal with the voice: "Then what you showed me , are they all illusions too?"

"Huh...huh..." The voice seemed to know Yu Haoran's purpose, sneered twice, and turned into an old man: "What is the emperor trying to test? Could it be that you think that those memories that belong to you are all fake?"

"I'm afraid this is not my memory, but the memory you want me to see." Yu Haoran wanted to take a gamble, the halo in his palm moved a few times, and slowly dissipated: "Everything in the illusion is true or false, It's all to make my memory confused and lose my mind, so that I can be trapped?"

"Unfortunately, based on your practice, if you want to confuse my memory and confuse my mind, you need to concentrate on practicing for thousands of years."

After speaking, he aimed at the direction of the voice and rushed over.

"Chirp!" With a sound, a firebird flew up in the firelight, hovering towards the darkness in the distance.

The flames around Yu Haoran went out, and fell into a complete silence.

The firebird looked really strange—the head of a puppy, the body of a golden pheasant, and the wings and tail of a phoenix.

It flapped its wings in mid-air, looked at Yu Haoran, and blinked at Yu Haoran with watery eyes like a puppy: "Dijun, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

It was that high-pitched voice again!

Yu Haoran got a headache, looked at the swooping shadow, went up to meet it, and started fighting with it.

Two shadows, one red and one blue, are like two beams of light in the dark.

Under the Yuanling Pagoda.

Emperor Heguang hadn't come out yet, after waiting for a long time, he seemed to hear the cries of strange beasts faintly, but no one came out.

The darkness is still dark, and those ghosts are still trying to break through the transparent pillars, and some of them have already wandered from the bottom of the transparent pillars into the pool of blood.

Emperor Yan Luo stared intently at the dark place, and finally lost his patience, turned around and pulled Shenglan Xingjun over: "Xingjun, how offending you are."

"Old man, what are you doing?!" Zhu Zhu rushed over, bit the wrist of Emperor Yan Luo, and asked angrily.

Emperor Yan Luo didn't let go, he slipped Zhu Zhu with one hand, and took Shenglan Xingjun to the direction of the blood pool with the other: "Don't worry, Mr. Xing, I will drip my blood in the blood pool, these ghosts can't get close to you easily. "

"You want to throw me into the blood pool?" Sheng Lan Xingjun reacted, the red antlers on his head grew rapidly, and the water in the blood pool was choppy.

"Just let the emperor see that you are in danger, maybe the emperor can break through the restraint..." Emperor Yan Luo explained without stopping.

"Let go of him." In the darkness, a beam of light finally appeared.

All the pictures stopped.

Those resentful spirits seemed to smell an unusual aura, and they seemed to be terrified, and hid in the pillars one after another.

Those bright pillars became dull.

Shenglan Xingjun turned around and threw himself into the arms of the man carrying a firebird: "He Guang!!"

Yu Haoran stroked his white hair: "You won't be the Hanlin in the illusion, will you?"

"Touch my hair, look at my horns, I'm the real Fang Hanlin!" Sheng Lan Xingjun was incoherent with excitement.

"Dijun, you're finally here." Even Zhu Zhu, who had always hated each other with Yu Haoran, hugged his thigh, "It's so scary here, but luckily you're here."

"That old man, he wants to throw Master Hanlin into the pool of blood!" It pointed to Emperor Yan Luo, who had gray beard and hair, and complained angrily.

"Dijun." Emperor Yan Luo walked over and bowed to salute, "Dijun is the first one who can deal with the soul-destroying beast."

"I thought Dijun was lost in Shura and had to use Xingjun to take risks. I hope Dijun will forgive me."

Yu Haoran helped him up: "The emperor doesn't need to be too polite."