Dragon King relies on green tea

Zisang Yanshu unceremoniously sent Guijun a big roll of his eyes: "Not interested, get out of the way."

After regaining his strength, he pushed the ghost king away, and left the underworld without looking back.

After he left, the Ghost Lord Hall ignited with faint blue flames, covering the entire Ghost Lord Hall inside.

The ghost attendants and ghost messengers of the Ghost Lord Hall rushed out of the Ghost Lord Hall one after another, scrambling to put out the fire, but the flames could not be extinguished no matter what, as if they must burn the Ghost Lord Hall to ashes.

Ghost Lord stood outside the hall, looking at the blue fire burning in the sky, and didn't have the slightest intention to put out the fire, but shook his head helplessly and sighed: "This gentleman is really thankless, and the residence has to be locked up after busy work." burn……"

After leaving the underworld, Zisang Yanshu went directly to the capital of the gods. The fairy mansion where Jian Xu once lived dissected one of his keel bones, mixed his own blood and bones to refine a small bone flute, and used it as an artifact for the remnant soul to cling to. .

The powerful force overflowed from the Immortal Mansion, attracting the nearby Immortal Attendants and Priests. The Immortal Mansion has not lived in the Immortal Mansion for too long, so the later immortals did not know that there was this Immortal Mansion.

Now that the spiritual power is wanton, it has attracted many surrounding gods.

Chi'an, who had just ascended to immortality, also felt this spiritual power in Siming Hall, and looked at the direction of the spiritual power very curiously: "The reverse, is it the fairy mansion of some god? Such a strong and powerful spiritual power must be There is an artifact born."

Out of curiosity, Chi'an also wanted to see which god was it that leaked such a powerful power when refining the artifact.

Before leaving, I heard Si Ming Xingjun reminded: "Which direction you can't go, if you don't want to die, don't be curious about any movement in that direction."

Si Ming didn't say anything specific, so Chi An was still curious, and after sorting out the fate book in his hand, he slipped out quietly.

It turns out that in a corner of Shendu where no one has set foot, there is still an elegant fairy mansion standing quietly.

There is a huge dead tree in the courtyard of Xianfu.

He just wanted to see what happened, but he stopped immediately.

From a long distance, he saw a priest, who touched a dead tree out of curiosity, and the next moment, the white-clothed fairy who suddenly appeared broke his head.

This scene made Chi'an unable to recover for a long time, and he finally understood why Si Ming Xingjun reminded him that this place was unacceptable, and he could not be curious anymore.

"What are you doing here? Go back!"

A gentle voice sounded behind him, and Chi An was startled. When he turned around and saw that it was Ming Yu, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly saluted: "See Ming Yu Shangshen."

Ming Yu frowned, and only said: "Don't come to this place in the future, go back quickly."

After watching the scene just now, Chi Requiem was so scared that he flew away and answered "Yes" again and again.

As soon as Ming Yu entered the Immortal Mansion, he was thrown head-on by the corpse of a priest, with blue flames burning his body.

Ming Yu frowned displeased: "Why are you killing God again?"

Zi Sang Yanshu went to the pool to wash off the blood on his hands as if nothing had happened, and replied nonchalantly: "He touched the sacred tree, damn it, this is brother Jianxu's residence, I don't want to use a barrier to isolate him, but it doesn't mean I can tolerate others stepping on it, let alone touching the sacred tree."

"Most of the newcomers to the fairy family don't know that this is Jian Xu's fairy mansion, and even your forbidden place, and they don't know that the sacred tree is his real body. You can just drive him out, don't you have to kill him?" Is talent okay?" It could be heard that Ming Yu was already suppressing his anger.

But Zisang Yanshu didn't care at all. He raised his hand and looked at his hand. He always felt that the blood on it was not clean, and said coldly: "There is a word in the world called killing chickens to warn monkeys. Since they have forgotten it, let them deepen it." In memory, there are always some gods who want to be killed chickens."

"You're getting more and more presumptuous!" Ming Yu was holding back his anger, if Zi Sang Yanshu hadn't just been tortured by lightning, he was worried about Zi Sang Yanshu's injuries, and now he had already taken action.

He took a deep breath and said with a straight face: "You have just been punished by lightning, what happened to your spiritual power just now?"

Zisang Yanshu kept silent, and walked slowly to the boulder under the sacred tree to lean on. His movements were very slow, even sluggish, and he lazily responded to Ming Yu, "You came here to ask me this? Then I don't want to Answer, you can go."

Lazy and arrogant is the same as before, but Ming Yu is still very keenly aware that the meaning belongs to the breath of Zisang Yanshu, and there is also a faint smell of dragon blood.

In addition to Zi Sang Yanshu's sluggish actions just now, Ming Yu can also guess: "You were using your own bone and blood to refine the weapon just now?"

Ming Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked loudly: "In the Three Realms, you are already invincible, do you still need blood to refine weapons? You have already given the Dragon Tears Stone to a mortal, so why don't you return it?" Do you want to use your bone and blood to refine the weapon and convert him into a fairy?"

The lazy Zi Sang Yanshu finally opened his eyes, and You Lan's pupils looked at Ming Yu, and he didn't know how much helplessness was hidden in his eyes, so it was best to respond indifferently: "Back then, you and I had already cut off our friendship with the sword piercing the chest. Dragon King of the South China Sea, you are the owner of the Medicine King Valley, you and I have nothing to do with each other, and I don't need to report to you Ming Yu Shangshen for whatever I do."

"You..." Ming Yu was anxious but speechless to argue. He still couldn't let go of the sword that year.

It is because 3 years ago, he didn't even know how to lift a sword except for medical skills, so facing the Xiantian Emperor, he didn't even have the ability to bring Zisang Yanshu out of the prison.

So after learning swordsmanship, the first drop of blood on his sword was Zisang Yanshu's blood, and the first person he hurt was Zisang Yanshu, and he still can't forget it.

Since he couldn't argue, Ming Yu directly put the wound medicine on the stone table, and said in a deep voice: "Since you don't want to say it, then forget it, but no matter what you want to do, you must first live alive. Ordinary injuries are different, I put the medicine here, whether you are willing to adjust your breathing, you can weigh it yourself."

Before leaving, Ming Yu couldn't help but stop, staring at Zi Sang Yanshu's pale and haggard face, and said helplessly: "Before he lost his soul, he was concerned about you, and he entrusted me to take care of you in the future. If you don’t want to break your promise, do it yourself.”

After Ming Yu left, Zi Sang Yanshu endured the pain in his body, and walked slowly to the stone table, holding the elixir on the table and looked at it carefully. The herbal fragrance emitted by the elixir only had a bitter taste.

In the end, Zi Sang Yanshu put down the elixir, and said with a wry smile: "How painful can thunder punishment be? How painful can it be to cut bones, pull out scales and gouge out flesh? No matter how painful it is, it can't hurt the soul, and it can't hurt the dead body."

He stared at the hibiscus tree standing in Xianfu, and murmured: "Since you like the world, I will wait for you in the world."

Since then, in the most inconspicuous Lingchi Lane in the capital of Ruiji in the world, there has been a spice shop called Guixun, which has been open for 300 years.