Huangliang Inn

Feng Xia's vengeance was avenged, the villain was punished, and the agreement was reached.

Yan Jue took back the wooden slips and put them in a wooden box by the wall.A red light lit up on the surface of the wooden box, and soon, a girl in a red dress, sitting quietly under the tree appeared.

Two days later, the magistrate of the underworld will come to the gate and will take Feng Xia back to the underworld and send her to be reincarnated.

Yan Jue had already told the truth about Feng Zengshou's death in the fairy fire, and he did not hide anything.Feng Xia didn't hold any grudges. Even if she wanted to hate, she hated using her great-grandfather and the people behind her.

"Thank you for the store's care these days." Feng Xia thanked Yan Jue again. Before leaving with the judge, she told the story of her encounter with her great-grandfather, focusing on the old ghost who suggested to Feng Zengshou that she could bring her to Yan Jue .

As a fierce ghost, she is surrounded by resentment and hostility, and can recognize ghosts at a glance.

However, she couldn't tell the origin of the other party.There is resentment, there is hostility, there is evil, but it is not like a ghost, not like a ghost, and not like an ordinary wandering spirit.When she appeared, she was faintly coercive, which made her afraid and dared not act rashly.

Because of this, Feng Zengshou was able to seal her into a sandalwood bead and searched all the way to Huangliang Inn.

"I don't recognize the ghostly aura on his body, I just know that I am not his opponent." Feng Xia said seriously.

Thinking carefully about what was said in the words, Yan Jue had some calculations in his heart, and nodded slightly to Feng Xia, expressing that he would pay attention.When the girl's expression relaxes, the dragon energy is condensed on the spot to form a crystal clear winter jasmine flower, which is placed on her temple.

"My lord?" Feng Xia stroked the petals, clearly feeling the benefits to him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Go to reincarnation with peace of mind, you don't need to worry about other things." Yan Jue smiled lightly, and also nodded some flower petals, "As for this, take it with you to reincarnate, no one in the underworld will stop you."

Hearing these words, the judge couldn't help shaking the corner of his mouth.

The girl that Bigan brought back earlier also had such a flower.When crossing the River of Forgetfulness, the mirage dragon's aura overflowed, and the evil spirits in the water did not dare to approach, and one after another dived into the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, hiding as far as they could.

With this dragon energy protecting each other, all ghosts in the underworld will avoid it, and ordinary ghosts should also be careful.

At the same time, the girl's fate was affected. His Highness Yan Luo had to reset the book of life and death to ensure that the girl's family would have enough luck, rich family resources, happy relatives, loving elders, and no quarrels or ghosts.

In this way, the girl will be healthy and happy, have all the five blessings, and be free from disease and disaster for life.

The old law is just around the corner, and now it is going to happen again, the judge feels extremely tired.Thinking about what happened to these two girls during their lives, I felt that this move was justifiable, so I didn't say much.

But heaven and earth have their own laws, which cannot be changed at will.Whether things can be done or not, and whether His Majesty Yan Luo will make an exception again, is not something he can guarantee.The only way to tell Yan Jue the truth is to avoid troubles in the future and make himself blamed.

He is very satisfied with his career, and he doesn't want to go to Wangchuan ferry to work as a boatman for Po Meng like his colleagues in the Han Dynasty.

"The little god will definitely report to Yan Luo and relay the words of the adults."

"I'm tired."

After sending Feng Xia and the judge away, Yan Jue closed the inn.The stone beast in front of the door glowed with spiritual light, and the whole building was completely isolated from the outside world.

Sensing the change in the inn, more than a dozen weapon spirits appeared one after another, flying from the second floor, pestering Yan Piao for will-o'-the-wisps.

Although they failed to fly the basalt, at least they helped by crushing the tortoise shell.

"My lord, give us something to eat. We guarantee that we will be able to brew better spirit wine." Qi Ling lay on Yan Piao's body, Xiaopang held Yan Piao's sleeves with his big wet eyes, and puffed out his cheeks , look as pitiful as possible.It is clear that it is going all out, and will never give up until the goal is achieved.

Yan Jue was so entangled that he couldn't laugh or cry, he pointed at the most daring ones, and finally took out a bronze tripod, and separated a walnut-sized ball of will-o'-the-wisps from the tripod.

Seeing the will-o'-the-wisp, Qi Ling's eyes lit up, cheering and rushing forward, grabbing a wisp and feeding it into his mouth.The will-o'-the-wisp entered his belly, Qi Ling's body turned bronze, his big eyes narrowed, he licked his lips contentedly, and hiccupped.

"Thank you sir!"

"Go." Yan Chuan chuckled, waved Qi Ling back to the second floor.

It won't take long for these weapon spirits to brew new spirit wine, which will be of great benefit to his recovery.

"As ordered."

Qi Ling fulfilled his wish, flew away one after another, returned to the spirit weapon, and began to concentrate on digesting the will-o'-the-wisp.

The noise disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the first floor of the inn quickly returned to silence.

Yan Jue stared at the bronze tripod, and poured several spiritual powers into the willow fire continuously.With the infusion of spiritual power, the flame jumped out of the cauldron's mouth, turning into a grimace.

Grimace roared silently, Yan Jue made a seal with his hands, and black aura diffused from his palm.The tables and chairs in the inn shook, and the white fox behind the counter was awakened. Its little paws rested on the edge of the wooden table, its ears pricked up, and its eyes were both frightened and curious.

After a while, the black light gathered towards the center and condensed into a long knife.The blade is more than one meter long, with a dragon scale pattern on the hilt, and dazzling red lines from the back to the tip, similar to the lines on the wooden slips, but completely different in detail.

Yan Jue held the handle of the knife, and the long knife hummed happily.The blade of the blade reflected his eyes, the color of red gold, cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

"rise."

Yan Jue squeezed the magic seal with his hand, and the ghost fire in the cauldron jumped half a meter, the flames howled, and flew out in a chain shape, wrapping around the blade in circles, making a piercing sound as it burned, like a ghost crying.

A distorted grimace appeared in the fire, and the heart of the flame blended into the demon spirit was dark green, and the flames danced on the blade, licking red lines one after another.In the middle, the spiritual power from the knife is drawn out, transforming into a transparent dragon shadow, competing with the fire, and sending out a breathtaking dragon chant.

In an instant, the will-o'-the-wisp ignited to its peak, and the flames were radiant, and the ghost image almost condensed into a solid body.

In the same instant, the sound of the dragon's chant shattered the will-o'-the-wisp, and the transparent dragon shadow soared into the air, circling around, devouring most of the chain of fire, and finally pinched the flame's heart with its dragon claws, and opened the dragon's mouth with bursts of ghost cries. Devour it all.

The will-o'-the-wisp disappeared without a trace, leaving no sparks behind.

Long Ying broke away from the blade and circled around the room.After a few laps, a high-pitched dragon chant came out, and he flew into the knife, and the red lines bloomed with golden light.When the light dissipated, it suddenly turned into red gold.

Yan Yan took a closer look at the mirage dragon knife, rubbed his fingertips over the lines on the knife, felt the changes in spiritual power, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a satisfied smile.

Thousands of years ago, he was dethroned from the throne of God, put on the platform for cutting the dragon, and almost died after cutting off all the dragon scales.When he was escorted away, the mirage dragon knife forged from dragon scales was also tampered with and secretly restricted.

By chance, he met a Yin soldier who was responsible for the merits of all the people, and captured another demon spirit.If it can be refined into Xingtian ghost fire, not only can the restriction on the sword be lifted, but it can also take the opportunity to counterattack those who plot against him.

It's a pity that the demon spirit's way is not enough, and finally failed to achieve the desired result.

"It's okay, it's not bad."

Yan Jue was not discouraged, anyway, the prohibition had been lifted, and with the Mirage Dragon Saber in hand, when the conditions were ripe, he would sacrifice his own spiritual power and dragon blood, and sooner or later he would be able to find the place where the ancestor dragon slept.When he finds Zulong and completes the plan, he will have revenge and revenge, and he will not hesitate to overthrow the heaven.

The mirage dragon has a treacherous temperament, and it is the most vindictive, which has long been the consensus of all circles.

The Heavenly Court plots against the dragons again and again, not daring to be upright, and resorting to insidious means, yet boasting that it follows the way of heaven and bears destiny, how ridiculous.

Yan Jue sneered, put away the mirage dragon knife, released the spiritual power that sealed the red flood dragon, put her on the counter, brought up the white fox, and set out a few plates of pastries for the two little guys to play with.

Baiwei tilted his head, looking at the red flood dragon who was shining his teeth at him, he could feel a certain degree of coercion, but he didn't show any fear.Compared with Yinglong and Mirage Dragon, Hongjiao's skills are not enough at all, and the three-tailed spirit fox is not afraid at all.

But Yan Jue ordered first, so he had to obey, stood up and stretched his waist, pushed the pastry towards Hong Jiao with his claws, and put on a cute expression to express his friendliness as much as possible.

The red dragon looked at Baiwei warily, and opened its mouth to spray water.Yan Jue nodded his head, looked up for a long time, then curled up his tail aggrievedly, bit a high point, and swallowed it viciously.

"That's good."

Yan Jue leaned against the counter, watching the little fox and Hongjiao finished eating the cakes, and then took out a few spiritual fruits for them to hug and chew.

While watching it interestingly, the barrier outside the inn was suddenly touched.

Yan Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he felt the familiar spiritual power. He immediately smiled and snapped his fingers. The door of the inn opened in response, and Geng Chen, who was dressed in black and still had a cold aura around him, stepped in.

Holding the Yinglong Sword in his right hand, and two... Golden Crows in his left hand?

Recognizing what Geng Chen brought back, Yan Jue turned his head, his face full of surprise.Looking at the sky and the earth, these birds are only raised in the Emperor's Palace, right?

Could it be that he not only hit the main hall, but also lifted the roof of the Emperor of Heaven?

"He was captured by Tiangong." Geng Chen handed the Golden Crow to Yan Chuan.

"Di Jun didn't stop you?" Yan Jue asked in surprise.

"I cut off the jade steps in front of the main hall and smashed the gate of the Heavenly Palace." Geng Chen sneered, and said, "The Heavenly Emperor blatantly broke his oath and ordered Xuanwu to lead the Heavenly General to the lower world. Is he deceiving my dragon clan? Reconcile, I caught more than just two ordinary golden crows."

Not an ordinary Golden Crow?

Yan Jue was silent for a moment, imagining Di Jun's expression at that time, and couldn't help laughing until his shoulders trembled.After laughing enough, he brought up the wings of the Golden Crow, and said in a good mood: "The Golden Crow is not afraid of fire, it can't be roasted by fire, it can only be stewed with Wushan Lingquan. I just don't have any here. When Qingji comes over, I will entrust him to get it." .”

"Alright."

Geng Chen put away the Yinglong sword and sat down at the table.

Yan Jue put the Golden Crow into the wooden box, fetched a pot of spiritual tea, and sat opposite Geng Chen.

The spiritual tea is poured into the cup, and the dense mist is full of spiritual power.

Yan Jue personally held the teacup and brought it to Geng Chen.The latter held up the bottom of the cup and brushed the back of Yan Jue's hand with his fingertips, seemingly inadvertently, it was perfectly natural.

"What's Dijun's reaction? I sent a message to Jiuyin, did they show up?" Yan Jue propped his chin with one hand, his eyes were smiling, obviously in a good mood.

Geng Chen drank half a cup of tea, pondered for a moment, then led him into the heavenly court with Xuanwu, entered the hall through the jade steps, and questioned the emperor with his sword one by one.

"Emperor Jun reneged on his promise, and all the immortals know it. The Heavenly Court was long since the Ancestral Dragon was here." Geng Chen sneered, "Nine Yins failed to arrive with their real bodies, so they invited the black dragon and green dragon to transform into spirit shadows and roar above the hall. "

"Taiyi wanted to sacrifice to the Donghuang Bell, but was entangled by the Nine Yins."

"Unfortunately, I just smashed the gate of the Heavenly Palace, and I was blocked by Xihe, Taibai, and Laojun soon came together."

Gengchen's words are concise and to the point, and he will finish the narration.Then he took out a Qiankun bag, which contained more than ten spirit treasures and nearly a hundred spirit pills.

"The spirit treasure comes from Emperor Jun, and the spirit pill is a gift from the old gentleman." While speaking, Geng Chen unfolded another roll of yellow silk, on which was the immortal oath made by the Emperor of Heaven thousands of years ago, "This statement falls into the decree of the law, and if there is another If you break your oath, you will be met with thunder and fire."

"Di Jun willing?" Yan Jue raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I don't want to." Geng Chen's eyes glowed with gold, he stretched his arms across the table, and handed the decree to Yan Jue, "He has to stand."

Looking into Geng Chen's eyes, thinking about the meaning of his words, Yan Jue curled the corners of his mouth, got up and crossed the table, brushed Geng Chen's cheek with his lips, and brushed his cool breath against his ear.

"How should I thank you?"

"Why do you and I need to say thank you?"

Hearing this, Yan Jue smiled even wider, wrapped his arms around Geng Chen's shoulders, straightly turned into a dragon's tail, wrapped around Geng Chen's waist.