Su Bian Cultivation World

Luo Jiujiang's judgment was not wrong. When Baxia's soul died, the self-dao that had been soaked in it for many years was indeed broken into countless small pieces, and poured into the three thousand worlds with the wind.

For Luo Jiujiang, this is just a small and innocuous problem, and when he merges the three thousand worlds into one, he can solve it by the way.

However, some people obviously moved faster than Luo Jiujiang. When they found the road fragments left by Baxia, they immediately chose to clean them up.

The "Self Dao" that belongs to the last remnant of Ba Xia flutters all the way, following the flow of the world's conjunctiva, straight down from the Three Thousand Worlds.

With the strength of most monks and monster cultivators, it is not enough to detect this pure trace of the Dao.

The Zhenshuangliu in the Spirit Snake Palace suddenly turned black, and the colorful snake slowly snaked along his back to his neck, revealing a small head with a black mark between his brows.It kept spitting out letters, and it was obviously quite disgusted with this kind of breath.

So Zhenshuangliu rolled up his robe sleeves, and before Luo Jiujiang could do anything, he had already personally cleaned up and demolished the Spirit Snake Hall.

But Cangjiang stood three steps behind him, following his steps, shaking his head and laughing at his back.

Among Luo Jiujiang's friends, Xie Chuncan looked around vigilantly, feeling something sneaking past him; Feng Xue sneezed, obviously not sensitive to it.Yin Banshi suddenly threw out a silver needle, nailing something from the air, while Chu Yao smiled slightly, gracefully pinching the broken strand of Taoism in the air, pointing like an orchid, like a butterfly fluttering.

As for Shen Yuan...he looked at Fang Zhao very seriously, and asked with sign language with concern: 【What are you eating? 】

One side of Fang Zhao's cheek was bulging, and he was chewing.However, the sound of his upper and lower rows of teeth colliding seemed to be just stirring a cloud of empty air in his mouth.

Hearing Shen Yuan's question, Fang Zhao swallowed the gas with a grunt, then looked up at him innocently.

"It's for food." Fang Zhao replied briefly.

This child grew up in the swamp at the end of the nether world, with a steel throat and an iron stomach, and even malice was eaten three times a day without error, and eating a little fragment of the Dao of self was like chewing a snack.

Before Shen Yuan could feel the traces of his own way, the fragments of the way entered Fang Zhao's stomach.

He glanced at Fang Zhao suspiciously, thinking that it had been a long time since he had fed, so he was starving, right?

While thinking this way, Shen Yuan skillfully took out a handful of golden, crispy freshly fried small dried fish from his sleeve pocket.

At this time, Shen Yuan was skillfully feeding Fang Zhao, one bite at a time, but he didn't know that someone was already observing the movement in his corner through the boundary membrane.

In the big world of clouds, Han Qianling put away the water mirror that was originally standing at the four corners, and just when he put the last water mirror that conveyed the scene into the storage bag, he stopped suddenly.

"Jiujiang." Han Qianling called Luo Jiujiang's name with a little hesitation in his voice, "The one next to Fellow Daoist Shen Yuan...the one who ate the fragments of the self-dao...what is he?"

His beautiful eyebrows were tightly frowned at this time, obviously he was not sure how to address Fang Zhao.

Luo Jiujiang was already familiar with Han Qianling's expression.Although the question asked by the other party was enough to make people confused, Luo Jiujiang just tilted his head and thought about it, and then he understood what Han Qianling meant.

"You mean Fang Zhao? As I mentioned to you, the friends I met in Nether are also friends who have been with my master for many years."

"he……"

Han Qianling only uttered one word, and raised his hand to support his forehead. He frowned tightly, moaned like a migraine, and suddenly turned around and took Luo Jiujiang's hand.

"Jiujiang, you go with me."

After saying this, without even waiting for Luo Jiujiang to reply, Han Qianling grabbed him and pulled him, not even going through the twists and turns of the cross-boundary passage, but directly passed through the Nether from the nearest boundary membrane!

Except for things about himself, Luo Jiujiang had never seen Han Qianling so anxious.

The two of them took shortcuts through the four layers of boundary membranes, stepped into the nether world several times, and finally crossed the last layer of world boundaries. When they suddenly appeared in front of Shen Yuan and Fang Zhao, not to mention Shen Yuan, even Luo Jiujiang is a little dazed.

Han Qianling strode towards Fang Zhao, while Shen Yuan raised his head and looked at Luo Jiujiang in dismay.

Luo Jiujiang and Shen Yuan already look somewhat similar.The same black shirt with black hair and a silver knife at the waist, also has handsome eyebrows and eyes.So when they looked at each other, they were almost like brothers who were aligned and confused.

Shen Yuan asked Luo Jiujiang with his eyes: [What's going on? 】

Luo Jiujiang also replied with his eyes: 【I also want to know very much. 】

Compared to the man in black who was completely outside the two situations and hadn't figured out what happened, the meeting between Han Qianling and Fang Zhao was obviously more dramatic.

Almost only at the moment when he felt the presence of Han Qianling, the half of the small yellow croaker Fang Zhao was holding fell from the corner of his mouth with a "click".

Fang Zhao opened his lips slightly, and looked up at Han Qianling blankly.

The two of them had never met each other before, but they had learned each other's name from Luo Jiujiang.

One of them is extremely beautiful, and Palace Mistress Shenxue is known as "Drunken Flower Yin". When she was in Suzaku Realm back then, the Yaozu secretly called her "Chang'e in the Moon" half in ridicule and half in admiration; The other one was extremely ugly, its skin was black and brown with red lines like blood vessels, it looked like a piece of raw meat that had been roasted to a medium degree.

When these two stood face to face, the contrast was simply tragic, enough to kill some people's eyes.

But neither of them cared about that at all.

This was their first meeting, but when the gaze transitioned from dazed to stunned, they looked as if they had known each other for several years.

Fang Zhao subconsciously pressed his hand to his chest, as if he wanted to find something inside, but Han Qianling murmured in a light, dreamlike tone: "You are...you are my brother."

When the dragon god split the world back then, he cast his evil thoughts on the holy mountain, combined with the mountain spirit and water spirit to give birth to Hanqianling.Han Qianling's body carries all his desire to destroy the world.

However, in the netherworld, it is also the final place where the dragon god set up a trap to kill all souls. His last bit of tolerance and kindness hatched Fang Zhao here.

Fang Zhao feeds on evil thoughts, struggling in the swamp since birth, surrounded by ghosts all the time.However, from the moment Luo Jiujiang saw him, Fang Zhao carefully lowered his arms covering his head, and there was still clear curiosity in his eyes.

In the Netherworld, how could there be such a clean life?

Because he is God's goodness.

Fang Zhao sat on the rock blankly, his hands were still stained with oil from fried small fish.He watched Han Qianling squat down in front of him, and for the first time in his life, he felt the crazy throbbing in his blood.

The two of them are in contrast everywhere, almost like a big joke deliberately played by fate.

The one with evil intentions lives in the civilized human world, and has a beautiful face that is rare in the world.He possesses the power of Daoyuan and has the ability to transform into shapes. His power is almost overflowing, but looking at the first half of his life, almost all of his unfortunate encounters are related to this power.

And the one with good thoughts has been wandering in the nether world since he can remember, and the people around him can only speak nonsense, not human words.He is powerless, weak and ugly, as if he would be thrown into a puddle on the ground at any time... But from the beginning to the end, he has never experienced a heart-wrenching parting, life has always been peaceful and peaceful to him, and there is nothing wrong with him. thrilling.

Who among them is better off?Things don't seem to compare.

Han Qianling stretched out his hand, and slowly grasped Fang Zhao's flat and deformed five fingers, not disliking the slightest bit that his hand was still stained with fried fish oil.

When his slender, white, well-defined fingers, like newly fired white porcelain, touched Fang Zhao's fingers, Fang Zhao's hand moved slightly, as if he wanted to take it away with shame, but Han Qianling tightened his grip .

The moment their skins touched, the same blood flowed in their veins, filling their hearts with the special feeling between their blood relatives.

Han Qianling slowly closed his eyes, he let out a long breath, his lips trembled slightly, at that moment, he clearly felt that a certain piece of the jigsaw puzzle in his life was properly filled.

For a long time, Luo Jiujiang has been his true love, his loyal friend, and a relative who has been by his side since he was a child.

Other creatures are the ones he needs to try his best to restrain his killing intent, among them Ni Kui is a slight exception, he is a friend who can feel a little empathy.

But today, he felt so intuitively what family affection really is.

They are one beautiful and one ugly, one black and one white, one strong and one weak, one innocent and the other sophisticated.However, when the two hands are tightly held, the connection from blood ties surpasses all secular evaluations.

Han Qianling whispered: "...my brother."

Fang Zhao tilted his head, his eyes showed a little bewilderment.He whispered tentatively, "Brother?"

"I'm here." Han Qianling said firmly.

He turned his head to look at Luo Jiujiang not far away. Luo Jiujiang was shocked by this unexpected development. Facing Han Qianling's gaze, he subconsciously clicked his tongue and said, "Wow."

Shen Yuan: "..."

Grab the lines now.

Looking at Luo Jiujiang who was a little sluggish, Han Qianling laughed heartily.It is rare for him to smile so freely, and the expression on his brows stretched out for a moment actually looks a little like Luo Jiujiang.

This is not the time when he deliberately imitated Luo Jiujiang in the Holy Land.

In the cold and lonely inner world of Han Qianling, who needs strong willpower to overcome his own murderous intentions from time to time, the important existence is finally no longer just Luo Jiujiang. land.

Luo Jiujiang's long-cherished wish has finally come true at this moment.

Han Qianling smiled at Fang Zhao. For the first time in his life, when facing creatures other than Luo Jiujiang, his expression was no longer as perfect as acting out.

This sincere smile is slightly asymmetrical, with the corner of the left lip raised higher than the right.

Fang Zhao's right hand kept digging and digging at his chest as hard as he could, and he didn't know what he was groping for.Finally, he opened his palm to Han Qianling, and there was a crystal shard in the palm, which looked a bit like a heart.

"I remembered," Fang Zhao said, "I came into this world to give you this."

After taking out the fragment, Fang Zhao's chest, which was supposed to contain the heart, now only remains a hollow, swirling black.It's as if there is an eye of the ghost inside.

And that fragment was shining brightly in his palm, warm, warm and holy, making people look as if they were far away from all suffering.

As soon as Han Qianling touched it, he felt the resentment that had been haunting him all this time slowly dissipate, and the rare peace and tranquility filled his whole body, it felt like accepting a pardon.

Han Qianling looked down at this heart-shaped fragment, and saw that it was like amber in texture, with a drop of bright blood wrapped in a pale gold shell, and the shape dripped like tears.

Perhaps before the Dragon God died, he really shed a tear of blood in the Netherworld.

He poured his resentment towards the mountain spirit and water spirit that gave birth to Han Qianling, but when he was dying, he thought of his only descendant, but regretted his cruelty and heartlessness.

So he threw out what little good he had left.

It's just that this fragment of goodness wandered in the nether world for many years, and after several ups and downs, a new life was born.

Not far away, Shen Yuan clenched his fists as he watched this scene.

In front of Fang Zhao, Han Qianling withdrew his hand holding the fragment.

The familiar evil thoughts surged up in an instant, submerging him like a tide, but he frowned because of it.

"Take it back, my brother, this is the source of your life." Han Qianling nodded firmly at him, "I'm used to the current me, and I don't need to make up for it... Relatively speaking, I want it more A brother by blood."

"Take it back." Han Qianling said softly.

He held Fang Zhao's wrist, and sent the still beating, warm fragments back to Fang Zhao's chest with his own hands.

He felt a strong desire to let someone other than Luo Jiujiang live.

What exactly is great love?How can I express my love for this world?

At this moment, Han Qianling seemed to understand a little bit.

He wanted to destroy the Three Thousand Worlds, but he restrained himself because of Luo Jiujiang's love for them; all the creatures in his eyes were blood-stained, but because of Luo Jiujiang, he was always more polite to the relatives and friends of the other party.

The moment Baxia bared Senhan's fangs, Han Qianling stepped forward. Although he felt nothing in his heart, he took the initiative to provoke the burden and took over the responsibility that he should shoulder as the son of the Dragon God.

Afterwards, Luo Jiujiang's reputation was widely spread in the Three Thousand Worlds, Han Qianling heard it, and seemed to be more pleasing to his eyes.

Then today, he meets his blood brother.

Many small changes have already quietly gathered together, piled up high dry wood over the years, just waiting for the last spark to be thrown, it can trigger a qualitative change and completely ignite that heart fire.

Han Qianling's fingers were slightly bent, and at this moment, he felt that love was flowing smoothly around his fingers.

"Jiujiang." He suddenly turned his face away and called Luo Jiujiang's name, "Do you want to merge the Three Thousand Worlds?"

Luo Jiujiang nodded first, and then compared him and Fang Zhao in an understanding way: "No hurry, you can chat for a while."

"No need." Han Qianling stood up.He smiled and approached Luo Jiujiang, step by step, until his forehead touched Luo Jiujiang's forehead. At this moment, his blue pupils were shining brightly.

"Go now and merge the three thousand worlds into one. I am with you, and I will help you."

They clasped hands, passed through the boundary membrane together, and flew to the vast and dark netherworld.

In the Netherworld, every world is as warm and bright as sparks.

Han Qianling turned into the original body, and after 1 years, the shadow of the dragon finally swam in the gap of the nether world again.

He flew through one world after another, and when the chaotic and disordered forces of the nether world met him, they separated spontaneously like a stream of water, bypassed his vigorous and heroic dragon body, and then rejoined at the tail.

The shadows of the world are reflected on Hanqianling's shining scales.

The clear dragon chant was uttered by the young dragon, and the foreign language was full of power from the depths of the blood, and a pardon was announced.

Shenlong's eyes were still full of the bloody eyes left over from the day when the world was split, but he said, "I forgive."