Su Bian Cultivation World

In Luo Jiujiang's short life of 18 years, it seems that he is always challenging more miracles.

Being able to impress Zhenshuangliu may be the luckiest miracle, possessing the source of Yin and Yang may be the most shocking miracle, tearing apart the gluttonous Jinyun Realm by building a foundation is the most arrogant miracle... so now this " The game of "I fight myself" is probably the most terrifying miracle.

I don't know what Luo Jiujiang's body has experienced, and where did this senior black shadow snatch Luo Jiujiang's body back.Anyway, the current parts on Luo Jiujiang's body are a bit lacking, and it's hard to tell where they came from.

The most complete part of the whole body is probably his head, except that his eyes are wide open, as if to stare at himself, there is no problem; but the ten fingers, although the phalanges are still intact, the flesh and blood have been gnawed to pieces ;Two toes seem to be missing, as for the remaining parts...

Luo Jiujiang looked at the pile of fragments, most of which had no skin, and seemed to be able to fight anywhere, and remained silent for a long time.

To be honest, if it wasn't because it was his own body, if it wasn't for the fact that this kind of term was too uncomfortable, Luo Jiujiang might call most of the minced meat minced meat.

He has been broken into a pot of dumpling stuffing, how did this man find him back? !

"I've tried my best to collect your body, but this is all I can find." The black shadow waved the wind with different frequencies, making it sound like a human voice, "By the way, your heart seems to be A little burnt."

"...Thank you senior for your concern. I used my chest to receive a thunderstorm before."

"Oh——" Maybe it's too difficult to spell out a long sound with the sound of the wind. When this black shadow tried to pronounce a modal particle, it could only repeatedly beat out countless short "oh" at one frequency. It's kind of upsetting instead.

But when he turned his head sideways, Luo Jiujiang actually felt that he could see pensiveness from a face that didn't even have facial features.

"The heat is well controlled," he praised with that mechanical voice, "It's very fragrant."

Luo Jiujiang: "!!!"

The black shadow's broad ribbon-like sleeves trembled rapidly, as if he was laughing.

Luo Jiujiang still can't quite understand the body movements of the black shadow. Faced with this somewhat scary joke, he had no choice but to "srust" a few times as the Romans do.

"I wanted to tell you before." The voice Gujing warned Luo Jiujiang calmly, "If you don't know a foreign language, don't talk nonsense. You know that the meaning of your two words is 'I just watched you get out of the cesspit yesterday. Climb out'?"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

"Sorry, I never meant that..."

"Oh, I'm just joking, but what you said was just garbled characters, meaningless."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Luo Jiujiang felt helpless about the behavior of this black shadow senior, so he had to find another topic on his own initiative.

"Excuse me, senior, why did my body become like this?" Luo Jiujiang's little Nascent Soul lay on the translucent black entity isolated for him by the black shadow, frowning at himself through the layer of "crystal" : "Is it the same as the rumors, ghosts are full of disgust for the living?"

Soi Ying didn't answer his question immediately, as if he was pondering.

After a while, he started from the beginning and gave Luo Jiujiang the answer he wanted to know.

Since the speed of driving the wind can never be as smooth and smooth as that of human beings, the interval between black shadow uttering words is a little longer, which makes his narration sound a bit slow, and it even adds a bit of eloquence to it .

The reason why Nether is like this is entirely due to the will of Dragon God.

It is said that when the world is not divided and the chaos is unified, the beasts living in the chaos don't actually have any concept of "soul", and they don't pay special attention to the strengthening of the soul when they practice.When they die, they die. Ashes come to ashes, dust to dust.

"The living beings who really carry forward the afterlife, communicate Yin and Yang, recall souls, and do everything they can to survive are actually human beings," said the black shadow.

Luo Jiujiang could vaguely understand what he meant.

Such a unique race as Alien Beast, because they enjoy a long lifespan, will spontaneously increase their cultivation level when they enter the growth stage, so they may not have a sense of urgency to race against time for their own time.But human beings are born with a lifespan of only a hundred years, and the road to immortality is almost the road to earning life. The feeling of life and death is naturally different from that of strange beasts.

"Do you know the truth about the seven-day feast?" the black shadow asked Luo Jiujiang.

Seeing that Luo Jiujiang nodded to show that he was clear, he slowly explained: "So Nether is actually a revenge from Dragon God."

"A unique world that can be used to store souls. After death, all the creatures who have betrayed and killed him will be tortured forever. We live here, and we feel like ice cubes on charcoal fire every moment, sticking our tongues Daofeng receives disgust and condemnation from the bottom of my heart every moment."

"..." Luo Jiujiang couldn't speak for a while, and now he recalled what he saw, those layers of ghosts lying densely outside the boundary membrane, and felt a little chill on his back belatedly.

If you think about it in a deeper place, it will be about the mystery of Han Qianling's life experience that this black shadow may not know.

Did Dragon God ever plan to let Han Qianling kill all the creatures in this world for him, and sent all his enemies to this boundless purgatory by Qianling's hand?

... Luo Jiujiang shuddered.

For a long time, Luo Jiujiang only felt guilt and admiration for the Dragon God. When he occasionally thought of Qianling, he might complain to him a little bit, but it was not easy to do it for him.It was not until today that Luo Jiujiang felt such straightforward dissatisfaction and anger towards Dragon God.

Qianling is still young, if he could destroy the world, it would be because of the power of evil thoughts.But he himself once said that he can only destroy half of the three thousand worlds at most, and he will surely die after that—then, has the Dragon God thought about it for a moment: if Qianling, his own son One of my last wishes dies, what will happen when I come to the netherworld after death? !

Will he be driven by instinct like these ghosts wandering in the netherworld?He no longer has a face, just a dark shadow, and he can no longer even make such a beautiful dragon chant. He wants to communicate something, but when he opens his mouth, there is only a "rustling", "rusting" sound.

Even in the blood-soaked world of the living, where every inch of the land makes him extremely disgusted, Qianling can only look at it on the boundary membrane like those thousands of ghosts.

Regarding these matters, Dragon God may have really thought about them, or he may not really care.

Luo Jiujiang seemed to understand a little bit, why after the thunder disaster came down from heaven, he decided to visit the ghost through Han Qianling who asked Xinlei.

Even Luo Jiujiang wants to do something when he comes here, if Han Qianling is really good enough to pass the test of Wen Xinlei, he will feel even more duty-bound.

"No matter what the status of the living is, coming here will lose their former sanity, and it is almost equivalent to washing away the past and suffering in ignorance. This may be some kind of blessing.

If you stay here for a long time, you can restore some of your previous thinking, but there is no memory left. "Speaking of this, Hei Ying finally stopped to manipulate the movement of the wind, and he asked Luo Jiujiang: "Are you listening?" "

"Thank you senior for telling me, I'm listening." Luo Jiujiang said with a heavy heart: "But I still don't understand...why do ghosts devour living people? I thought it was space turbulence..."

The voice was still without joy or anger, flat and without waves, but Luo Jiujiang could clearly hear the white sweat all over his body.He said: "Because only flesh and blood can penetrate the boundary membrane—if there is a body, even a piece of flesh, maybe they can use it to return to the world of the living and escape the endless suffering here. Many people think so .”

Luo Jiujiang's eyes widened instantly!

The black shadow made a sound like a sigh, and then his mechanical voice seemed to be tainted with some kind of regret by this sigh: "The rules of the nether world are different from those of the three thousand worlds. It exists every moment. There are no rules for the 'location' of your body. Take your body as an example, you enter the netherworld from the east one moment, and flash to the south even if you do nothing the next moment...so your body fragments are difficult to collect, and I only got That's all."

"I don't understand." Luo Jiujiang felt that his throat was a little tight, and he asked shortly, "You are so powerful, you are still subject to the nether world, and you are still tortured by this place... Then, why did you save me?"

The black shadow said without hesitation: "I'm not saving you, I also want a fresh body."

"But you saved my Nascent Soul."

"Ah——" the black figure once again formed a protracted exclamation with countless small wind sounds, and he bent down in the direction of Luo Jiujiang, asking: "So, you really don't remember me, Yeah?"

"...What?" Luo Jiujiang blinked, feeling a little dazed.

Hei Ying still refused to let him go, he asked after him, "So, you even forgot the promise you made to me, didn't you?"

"...What?!!!" Luo Jiujiang blurted out.

This time Luo Jiujiang was sweating profusely, and there was more cold sweat on his forehead than when he heard the horror story just now: God is sorry, his heart for Qianling has always been a lesson from the sky, and he has never been half-hearted. I had no other thoughts.What was the meaning of this senior Sombra who suddenly said such misleading words to him? !

If it weren't for the lack of space in the "Crystal Ball", Luo Jiujiang would have liked to take three steps back on the spot to show his innocence.

However, Heiying didn't intend to let Luo Jiujiang go. He still questioned Luo Jiujiang. Although there was no change in the tone of each question, it sounded deafening.

He said: "Do you still want to say that you lied to me when you promised me that I could come to you anytime?"

Not to mention the Yellow River in the Netherworld, there is not even a Yellow Spring. Naturally, Luo Jiujiang has no place to wash his innocence. For a while, there is really no place to avenge his grievances, so he can only reply with all kinds of entanglements: "Senior, calm down, there is really nothing wrong with you." This matter-"

"You really said that." The black shadow replied lightly.

Luo Jiujiang really hated himself for having a mouth.

Hei Ying shook his head slightly, obviously his tone was still the same dry and mechanical as before, stiff and incoherent, but Luo Jiujiang could hear a sense of misery from it as if he had seen a ghost.

"Very good, very good, you must be even more unwilling to accept promises like meeting in a dream, are you?"

If he could grab the land with his head, Luo Jiujiang would definitely do it right away.At one moment he hated himself for having a long mouth, and at the other moment he hated himself for not having a hundred mouths. Facing the black shadows asking questions like cannonballs, Luo Jiujiang felt that he really couldn't explain clearly.

"Senior, can we have something to talk about..."

"Needless to say."

The black figure turned his back, and there seemed to be a lot of bitterness hidden in his movements: "Needless to say, there is no need to say anything."

"..."

"I already understand." The black shadow drove the wind with a slow speed that was more sorrowful than heartbreak, and the wind trembled slightly: "You...you go fight yourself."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Luo Jiujiang stared at the senior's back, and saw the other's sleeves trembling like fallen leaves in the chilling autumn wind, as if he couldn't help the sadness gushing from the bottom of his heart, so sad that he couldn't help himself.