Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

Xu Yan has been the ghost king for thousands of years, and it is the first time that Fengdu feels so quiet, there is no disturbing ghost crying, no ghosts that devour souls, only empty dead branches and a few clusters of will-o'-the-wisps.

Occasionally, there are some infatuated souls like the little ghost at the gate of hell, some lazy ghosts who are indifferent to the world, and some pure-minded ghosts, living their small lives in an orderly manner.

But those are few and far between.

The nature of ghosts is extremely evil, and they are the incarnation of Asura's lust and greed. How can they stop?

He stood on the edge of the calm river of forgetfulness, picked a flower from the other shore, and inserted it into the void.

He still remembered Xianjun lowering his head and saying, "May the King of Ghosts be willing to pick a Bana flower for me?"

It's a pity that before he put it on for Xianjun, he almost ushered in a life-and-death farewell.

He never had a chance to pin on Xianjun again.

Xu Yan stretched out his hand to suck in the heart of the river. The dilapidated black-covered boat swayed and slowly moved to the river bank. He stepped on the boat and heard, "Greetings, King of Ghosts."

"You—" Xu Yan was dumbfounded.

"Is the ghost king unexpected and why is this old man here?" Granny Meng opened the door curtain with a cane, the cold wind was bleak, her eyes were calm, "The old man is also very surprised, why didn't the ghost king fight in the world, but returned to this deserted ghost town .”

"You knew already."

"Yes." Meng Po said.

Xu Yan said lightly, "You want to stop me?"

Po Meng looked at him, her eyebrows and eyes were no longer calm and deep, but old and frowning, full of doubts, "I just can't figure it out."

"Say."

Po Meng looked at the empty Wu Peng: "You killed the ghost queen."

"Yes."

"Why?"

The wind ruffled his hair, his eyes were stern, and his lips were white with excitement, "There can only be one fairy king in the world, and the only end for trying to replace him is-death!"

"But you later..." Meng Po thought of the never-ending Yingying Yanyan in the ghost king's palace.

Xu Yan sneered, and a circle of red-black mist was swayed from his fingertips, and the skeleton Kunpeng appeared on the Thousand Miles of Forgotten River.

Granny Meng was taken aback, only to see an extremely gorgeous Bana flower left on the Kunpeng's jawbone, she murmured: "Puppet art..."

Xu Yan recited the next tactic, and Kunpeng dispersed into smoke, and then gathered into people who were thinking about it day and night.As beautiful as a poppy, when he looked at it, his breath was suffocated, and the meridians in his body were no longer filled with flowing blood, but needles as thin as a hair, crushing his soul.

But he has no choice, he is a traveler at the end of the road, if he does not drink poison to quench his thirst, how can he survive the long time of losing the fairy...

He couldn't stand it for a second.

Seeing the idiotic look in his eyes, Po Meng's heart was agitated.

He asked again, "Then You Guang?"

"Kill it." Xu Yan's eyes were stained with madness, and a lot of blood dripped from his chest, which was covered by the black clothes, "The immortal king is dead, why should he live?"

He has gone mad.

Wang Chuan produced small bubbles strangely, making the black pendant vibrate, and Po Meng was silent for a while before continuing: "The ghost king spent a lot of time marrying the ghost queen, killing You Guang, and humiliating the fairy king, in order to make the greedy The evil spirits believe that you have given up your love and are driven by the desire for power, so they come out to do harm to the world, don't they?"

"Yes."

This move is similar to Fengxian City, they all use the dreamland of Penglai as bait to lure people into depravity, and then catch them all in one go.

Vicious and cruel.

Xu Yan said again: "Not all of them."

Meng Po was stunned, only to hear a calm voice that could not hide her pain from the surface of the water: "He is so jealous, and now he sees me marrying someone else, and he is still unmoved..."

——"Xu Yan, I regret it."

——"I regret drinking that jar of wine in the pear blossom forest."

——"If I do it again, I will definitely not love you."

He really let me go.

Xu Yan's eyes were red.

"But what's the meaning of this? The ghost gate and the fairy live and die together, and the ghost king clearly..." Po Meng couldn't bear to say any more, paused for a while, and said cruelly: "The ghost king has already chopped the fairy into pieces with his own sword. ..."

Xu Yan's spine trembled.

Who can hurt more than him!

He personally killed the person he loved the most.

Watching the door of hell close and dimming bit by bit, watching the heavy snow in Fengdu stop, watching the door of his only sustenance, scattered into ashes...

"Xu Yan, I still can't figure out why you are so..."

Xu Yan suddenly laughed hysterically and miserably, but it seemed scarier than all ghosts crying together.

"Why?"

He lowered his head and trembled slightly, "I also want to ask why..."

"Why can't I restore it when I go to the Lingtai just after using the magic spell once?" There was a bloody smell gushing from his throat, "Those gods who are dignified!"

He choked up incoherently again: "I regret it..."

"I regret it a long time ago..."

"But that door can no longer be repaired, and there is no going back."

What's the meaning……

What does it mean to only use the magic spell once?

Po Meng was shocked, could it be that the ghost king had given up breaking the seal a long time ago?

Xu Yan was on the verge of collapse and couldn't hold on any longer. The white thread of his little finger flew out, condensing into a blue light, and uttered those heart-wrenching words: "Master Ghost King, do you think it will be useful to trap him in Fengdu? Youmeng!" He is a descendant of a god, he would have known it long ago, you used him to destroy the Lingtai, and you will hate you to the bone!"

"How dare you plot against me!"

"What are the calculations? If it weren't for your greed to break the gate of hell, how could you give me an opportunity to wait?"

"shut up!"

But that voice was just a sealed message, and it would not stop because of any words he said, "You will never try to break the seal!"

"shut up!"

"He will swear by the divine veins and recast the seal!"

"shut up!"

That blue light grinned grimly, "You'd better keep a close watch, don't teach him to know all this..."

That was the laughter of Rakshasa, not at all like a peerless immortal.

Xu Yan has always regarded it as a scourge, and only wants to trap Xianjun in the ghost city, not to know about the outside world at 01:30.

He even thought about confessing, but how should he explain the collapsed Lingtai?Said that he only tried to move it once, and stopped immediately when he found that the divine power was connected to the Lingtai, but was used by those dog gods to destroy him and frame him!I want the two of them to have a bloody feud, so that there is no room for change.

Is that Xianjun's close relative?Would he believe it was a hoax?

Trick him into giving his life for righteousness, and fight this notorious ghost.

Xu Yan didn't dare.

He can only be in fear day and night, asking for it day and night, trying to get the slightest comfort.

But it's a done deal, he gradually no longer fears this white silk, instead he listens to it from time to time, he has alerted himself, and must not let the fairy know.

For this reason, he must fight, must seize, and must firmly control the Six Realms in his hands.

Paper can't hold fire, and Xianjun finally knows.

——"Xu Yan, is the collapse of the Upper Lingtai related to you?"

How much he wanted to shake his head, how much he wanted to tell Xianjun, but he didn't.

But he just moved.

——"Xu Yan, do you have no heart?"

— “I can never go home again.”

Give me another chance.

Xianjun, please, give me another chance...

I can't be more wrong...

—— "Then who will give me a chance?"

—— "Who brought my fairy king back to life!"

Xu Yan finally broke the heavy shell. He leaned on the awning boat and wept bitterly. Who can make his immortal king come back to life...

He just made a mistake once and lost his fairy forever.

Why... why!

Xu Yan also wanted to question God, why couldn't he give him a way out!

——"The descendant of the gods wanders in dreams, sacrifices the blood and soul, seals the ghost city, and never breaks it!"

It wasn't until the oath was remembered that he regained a trace of reason from the daze.

wrong.

impossible……

If Yuelao wanted to harm him, he could have told Xianjun everything at that time, why should he leave a special letter for him.

That must be for Xianjun's sake...

How could he tell Xian Jun about the sealing method...

Who is it, who is causing trouble!

Xu Yan's eyes turned scarlet.

At this time, an ancient voice came from within his body.

"Xu Yan, I can save You Meng."

He shouldn't believe it, he is the most evil figure in the world, and he knows how to confuse people's hearts best.

This is a blatant deception.

But it is also his only life-saving straw.

"who are you?"

"Heavenly Dao." Tiandao sneaked into his sea of ​​consciousness and let him see his radiant fairy bone, which belonged to Shen Linyu, "Xu Yan, if you get the fairy bone, you are already a fairy, and you can hear God's will. "

"That seal was given to Xianjun by you." Xu Yan was sure.

"Yes..." Tiandao sighed, "Immortals shouldn't have feelings, sword immortals and moon masters shouldn't feel compassion, if you let Youmeng go, Wujitian will sacrifice in vain..."

Xu Yan looked mad, "Where are you a madman! How dare you pretend to be the way of heaven and intervene in human affairs!"

Xu Yan is not only ruthless to others, but also ruthless to himself. The spiritual power in the sea is like a tsunami, and he is fighting to the death with that scroll of broken bamboo slips.

In the end, the bamboo slips were torn to pieces, and he lingered on, trying to say, "Don't you want to save You Meng?"

Xu Yancai stopped, and threatened: "It doesn't matter if you are the Dao of Heaven, the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, or the Primordial God, if you dare to play tricks on me, I will kill your spirit and soul, and you will not be reborn!"

He blew his beard and stared in anger, since he became conscious, in his [-] years of career, which god has seen him not be respectful, this is the first time he sees such a thorn, he really wants a few thunders to strike him to death.

But right now, I have to ask for help from others, so I have to swallow my anger.

He continued: "Gods, ghosts, immortals, demons, and ghosts should not exist in the world. Now that there is a lack of spiritual energy and natural selection, only the human race is left, but they will be eaten back by you and other fierce ghosts. If you go against the sky, you must There is a scourge!"

"What a curse."

"I don't know... maybe the world has returned to chaos..."

Xu Yan said: "You are the way of heaven, follow the law of heaven, whether or not there is chaos, what does it have to do with you?"

"I have selfish motives."

Tiandao unfolded the bamboo slips, several rows were broken, and several rows were empty, all of which were caused by Xu Yan.Although it is not beautiful, you can also see the vicissitudes of life. From the beginning of the world, the fall of the first gods, to the iteration of the dynasty, and the battle between immortals and demons, the scenes are touching and exciting. Achievement of today's magnificent world.

Do you want to put it into practice?

"I can't bear it." Tiandao rolled up, his eyes were far-reaching, "This is my best work."

It is also the world he hates the most.

There are greed, hatred, ignorance, and love, kindness, and true beauty; there are biting cold nights, and there are always stars and rivers; there are drifting with the tide, and there are also nine deaths without regret...

Such a lively world.

Xu Yan finally let go, and asked it: "How do you save it?"

"Immortal bone." Tiandao said: "As long as there is an immortal bone on your body, he will not die."

Xu Yan lowered his head.

"Okay, I'll do it."

So he jumped into the river of forgetfulness alone.

Granny Meng exclaimed!

But he could no longer hear, his five senses were lost, the bone-eroding pain corroded his soul, and his flesh and blood had turned into scorched earth. He still did not give up and sank all the way down. He must find...

He has already lost once, and he must never lose it a second time.

Xianjun...

His fairy bones were stained a little black, and he couldn't last long...

Xianjun...

He gritted his teeth and swam forward, not to be unconscious, he must bring Xianjun back!

His soul was only between the collapsed line, and he finally saw a touch of red blooming at the bottom of the dark Wangchuan River.

That Bana flower...

He finally found it.

"Ghost cultivators do not rely on the spiritual power of heaven and earth to practice. As long as the ghost energy does not disappear, the ghost world will not be affected."

"Everything has its source, so ghost energy has no root?"

"Have."

"where?"

"A place where no one survives."

It turns out that the source of Asura's ghost energy is hidden under the deep river of forgetfulness.

Xu Yan no longer had any strength to destroy it, so he could only pull out his soul, condense it into a scarred sword, and stab it into the flower.

"I can do whatever I want to atone for my crime."

"If I want you to die."

"Except for this, I can promise you everything."

"Slaughter all the ghosts."

Xu Yan seemed to see Xianjun when he was dying. Although he questioned him aloud and felt infinite regret, his heart blossomed sweetly.

Xianjun, I miss you so much...

Immediately, Wangchuan became calm and clear, and it was no longer a frightening place of death.

But in the world, mountains were burned and cities were destroyed, causing disasters everywhere, and the murderous evil spirits suddenly turned into smoke, leaving no trace.

The only surviving wild ghost is Feng, who doesn't care about world affairs. After a hundred years, the remaining ghost energy dissipates and turns into a pile of loess.

?Shen Xuanhe

The gap between Xu Yunfan and Xu Yan is probably:

Every time Xu Yunfan thinks of Xianjun, it's that glimpse, the most beautiful moment

But what Xu Yan thinks of is always the last sight of him and Xianjun. It may not be beautiful, but it is regrettable and cherished.

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Thanks to "mackerel l0w1q0307y3" for feeding the fish food bobobobo~