On the edge of the nether world, there are many souls who have passed away.
They are often mentally chaotic, but they enter the River Styx with the guidance of the dark, and then follow the operation of the heavenly way to be purified, and then become a brand new pure spirit, and the past and the past will be wiped away.
Only those souls who are protected by someone who enter the Netherworld have the opportunity to be reincarnated with their sealed memories.
On the way to rebirth, dead people who have opened their minds, or their obsessions have not disappeared, and their consciousness is clear, are the ghost cultivators with the most sanity. They are often monks before they were alive. Only when it is profound can it become a resentful spirit.
Jiang Yinghe found a small teahouse where resentful spirits gathered.
There is no day in the Netherworld, and the sky is always dark and green. Wandering souls without intelligence can be seen everywhere, and ghost cultivators with strong auras often have green faces and fangs, and hideous faces.
The owner of the small teahouse is a female Rakshasa, the most beautiful one Jiang Yinghe has seen during his journey. It's just that he has been with Changye for a long time, and he is very resistant to this kind of indistinguishable beauty, so he just glanced at it and didn't look any more.
The tea is brewed with water from the Styx River, and it is filled with spars that exude a ghostly aura.
Jiang Yinghe had never seen this kind of tea before. He had a fierce ideological struggle, but in the end he couldn't swallow it. He just poured a cup and put it in his palm, listening to the strange-looking kid chatting familiarly.
"Yaozu?" The kid poked the back of his hand, "How did you die?"
Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, glanced at him, and said calmly: "... This disciple is so angry."
There are many ghosts in the teahouse, and the content of the conversation is varied and chaotic. Jiang Yinghe's voice was not loud, just enough for the brats approaching to hear him.
The little ghost has green hair, and the strands of hair are scattered like seaweed. He propped his chin up, his copper-bell-sized eyeballs were as bright as light bulbs: "Oh, it's just a coincidence. You are a demon, and you have an apprentice. Have you read the recent "Historical News of the Netherworld"?"
Jiang Yinghe naturally couldn't show his bewilderment, and nodded slightly: "Of course I have read it."
The green-haired kid smacked his lips and said with a gossip: "Our suzerain... hey, you are dead now, and you can't be purified into a true spirit. You are considered a person from the netherworld. Our suzerain is going crazy, let's go to eighteen All the evil spirits on the lower level have been released to find people, tell me, this shouldn’t scare the human race to death.”
Jiang Yinghe heard a thing or two from the head brother, but he didn't understand much. Instead, he just heard some details from the teahouse.
According to those messages, he added: "The Suzerain does not allow evil spirits to hurt people."
Jiang Yinghe thought comfortingly, Qin Jun is still a bit rational... To a certain extent, it is not in vain.
"Hey, evil ghosts always have some brain problems. It's one thing to give orders, but another thing to go crazy." The green-haired kid poured a glass of Styx water. A fight broke out and cut off the river Styx, the river has flowed backwards for so long, if the suzerain doesn’t repair it, not to mention the nether world, there will be problems in this great world... a few days ago, guess who came?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't take into account the other party's question, but asked: "The Styx River is not working? Then the world..."
"In the human world, let's hang on with a sense of immortality. If the suzerain doesn't take over the river, I guess the newborns in the world are either born with insufficient true spirit and stupid, or walking dead, dead in the womb."
The green-haired kid used four words in a row, as if he felt that the dead little demon in front of him didn't know anything, and he seemed very comfortable talking about it, and asked the proprietress for another pot of tea.
"Add more ashes, three spoonfuls of resentment and delusion." The green-haired little ghost finished speaking skillfully, and when he saw the little demon opposite him wearing a mask, he pawed on the ground with twitching hands, "Oh, it's okay, no matter how ugly you are, Nether It’s commonplace in the world.”
Jiang Yinghe held down his hand, pressed it on the table, and continued to ask: "I just heard that a lot of demons have entered the Netherworld recently?"
"Who told you?" The little ghost frowned, "No other demon dares to enter, only their venerables dare to come to the Netherworld to challenge... The suzerain doesn't do anything, just thinking of their fellow practitioners' face."
He seemed to be chatting excitedly: "Have you heard that the suzerain, the demon master, and the demon master practiced under the same immortal master when they were reborn and recovered, and this time they fell out because of that immortal master!"
As the person involved, Jiang Yinghe looked at the curiosity on the kid's face with complicated emotions, coughed lightly, and said perfunctorily, "That's really amazing."
"That's right, it's amazing." The green-haired kid raised his head and thought for a while, "This posture doesn't look like robbing the furnace, it's like a Taoist couple..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the teahouse suddenly fell silent, from the roar of the boiling to the full sky, it was silent for an instant. Jiang Yinghe followed the gazes of the ghost cultivators, and saw a blue flash in the gloomy sky, and a piercing roar spread throughout the Netherworld.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and heard the little ghost beside him sigh in admiration: "Your lord is here again? You have come so often recently, it seems that you are really holding your breath and want to kill that demon."
long night? Changye came to find Qin Jun? Jiang Yinghe regained his composure and asked, "This is it?"
"You don't know?" The green-haired kid looked at him in surprise, "We've been in an alliance for a long time? Two half-step golden immortals join forces, and that demon will only be suppressed and beaten."
No wonder Li Huanhan's aura is always chaotic lately. The combination of two half-step golden immortals is not as simple as doubling their strength.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, still thinking about the truncation of the Styx River and its impact on all walks of life. He pondered for a while, then asked tentatively, "What do you think... if the suzerain finds someone, what will he do to him?"
"It's a contract." The little devil took it for granted, "But I don't really want the suzerain to find someone."
He is right, the triangle is the most stable, once one of them becomes the beneficiary, it will be hit by the cooperation of the opponent.
Jiang Yinghe reached out his hand to touch the mask, thinking that these three people would join forces, encircle Wei and rescue Zhao, attack west and east... He didn't teach the art of war, did he? But they are all big shots, not to mention anything else, among the people in the world, Qin Jun is probably the only one who can connect to the Styx in the Netherworld.
It's just that Jun'er is probably not in the mood to continue Styx at this time.
Jiang Yinghe didn't realize his address, and used the way he was used to in the past.
Ghost Xiu was very noisy when chatting, and his voice was chaotic and mixed. Jiang Yinghe thought for a moment before asking: "How to restore the Styx River and quell the war? You can't just throw that fairy king to these three people, can you?"
His voice was too soft, and the green-haired kid couldn't hear him clearly, so he leaned over and said, "What did you say?"
Jiang Yinghe repeated it, and the little ghost suddenly realized, showing a slightly ambiguous smile: "Kill the true master, let his true spirit return to heaven and earth, and then let the venerables find a substitute, the suzerain's paper figurine... tsk tsk tsk We can't imagine the happiness of Jinxian."
Jiang Yinghe: "...this method is too cruel."
When he heard it, his back felt cold, and the hand that was rubbing the teacup stopped for a moment.
The green-haired little ghost didn't continue talking, but sniffed at his side carefully, his mind full of question marks, and said: "Little demon, were you very kind when you were alive? Why is it so fragrant?"
What kind of spirit is this? I don't feel it when I'm far away, but when I get close, it's called an incense. The little green-haired devil only took two sips, and he felt dizzy, and the hand that was holding him got closer and closer.
Jiang Yinghe withdrew his hand, immediately stood up and gathered his collar, and said hastily, "I'm leaving first, we'll talk another day."
He is wearing a tattered red dress transformed from a magic weapon, which fits the temperament of resentful spirits turning into ghosts. splashes on clothes or
Deep or shallow drops of blood, some have dried up, some are still wet, not yet dry, revealing a cold white as frost complexion and the delicate edge of the collarbone from the cracked place.
The clothes were split halfway from the waist, and this body was stripped of the usual Taoist robes, revealing a narrow waist. Even if you don't use your hands, but with your eyes, you can feel that Jiang Yinghe seems very light, as if he can It wraps easily around the waist.
The green-haired kid watched him get up and leave, only to realize from his back how good-looking the little monster was, wiped the drool from his mouth, and was just about to call Jiang Yinghe to stop, when the dark sky beside him made another violent rumble .
The ghost cultivators were startled and looked towards the sky, seeing bright red cracks in the originally dark clouds. Li Huanhan's voice split the clouds and came towards them.
"Qin Jun—"
His voice is no longer gentle at any moment, only infinitely cold.
"come out."
The next moment, the originally quiet and dark Netherworld shook, and the water of the Styx River flowed backwards rapidly. In the mid-air in the distance, the figures of Qin Jun and Chang Ye appeared, the bright red blood light faded, Li Huanhan stood opposite the two, his eyes were cold.
This was the only gathering except for fighting after all three of them lost their horses.
Jiang Yinghe originally wanted to leave, but was suddenly frightened by the scene and couldn't take a step forward. He turned his head and saw that all the ghost cultivators in the teahouse were silent and bowed their heads in Qin Jun's direction.
"You still dare to show up." Qin Jun's gray eyes turned cold, he opened his palm, and a long silver-gray sword emerged from the void and fell into the palm of his hand. "Li Huanhan, you really have quite a lot of resurrected blood pools."
During this period of time, he has smashed at least a dozen blood pools, and joined forces with Changye a dozen times, but Li Huanhan is too difficult to kill. , it is difficult to completely kill this demon.
Chang Ye stood on the side, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were gloomy and cold, and when he looked at Li Huanhan, he was full of anger.
"Master has left." Li Huanhan said straight to the point, "I can feel his aura, and the distance is not far away. I have searched for the scope of the human world, and it is only here."
Qin Jun stared at him for a moment, and the irritability in his tone became more and more intense: "What do you mean? Tibetans look down on people?"
Li Huanhan looked back and said expressionlessly, "Yes."
Qin Jun hated his reticent and cold attitude the most, and he also hated the demon's gentle pretense in front of the master. He clenched his fingers tightly, and the edge of the sword trembled.
Just in Zhan Yunjian's fighting spirit
When it was boiling, a green flute knocked on the blade of the sword, and the voice of Chang Ye sounded from the side.
"Find someone first." He paused, "With our senior brother Li's temperament, even if all the blood pools are destroyed and the Heavenly Demon Sect is destroyed, there is no need to deceive us with such words, right?"
Chang Ye raised his lips and smiled, his eyes filled with gloom: "If Shizun hurts even an iota, I want all of you Heavenly Demon Sect to be crushed and die without a whole body."
At least in the perception of a few people, although Jiang Yinghe has always been weak and too insensitive to emotions, after all he has practiced for many years, it is not surprising that he can escape from Li Huanhan's hands. If Chang Ye hadn't been the first to abduct Jiang Yinghe in the Nether Realm, it is still unknown whether Qin Jun would have been able to keep him for a long time.
One of the most important problems is that many unsolvable restraints will hurt the recipient. Therefore, in the first meeting and discussion between Changye and Qin Jun, it was mentioned that if Li Huanhan did not completely Crazy, the possibility that the master may escape... As long as the spell can be solved, with his cultivation base, it is possible to study the solution, spells, formations, enchantments, everything is like this.
This is just a matter of time and knowledge, and it cannot be solved simply by suppressing people with realm.
As soon as Chang Ye finished speaking, Qin Jun then turned his gaze, scanned the large area of the Netherworld connected to the human world, and said, "If you find it, what do you want?"
Li Huanhan remained silent, Changye reached out and tapped the flute, saying: "Everyone sit down and have a good talk."
"What if I can't find it?"
Their little junior brother Chang Ye smiled again, from the pure white innocence to the pitch black, the paranoid feeling was so strong that it was a little morbid: "I will definitely find it."
Qin Jun turned his eyes to glance at him, and said sarcastically, "You are really double-faced."
Chang Ye smiled and said, "Each to each other."
He turned his head to look at Li Huanhan, and his tone was even more mocking: "If you want to say that you have a deep-seated heart, I can't do it well. It's better than someone who looks gentle and restrained, harmless, but actually has a heart. Demon invasion. Occupation, are you insane? Isn't that right, Senior Brother Li?"
Li Huanhan looked back indifferently, and said, "Your tail is blown."
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From the perspective of ghost cultivators in the Netherworld, the three big bosses did not fight when they met, which is one of the wonders. The three big brothers were able to chat calmly for a while, which is the second miracle. In the end, they also entered the suzerain's Nether Palace together, which is the third wonder.
When a few people left, the clouds drifted in the sky, and the pressure dropped suddenly, the ghost cultivators started making noise again
shouted.
"Did you see it? Did you see it? It's a spectacle in the world! This will be published in "The Underworld Highlights" tomorrow!" The ghost cultivator on the side slapped his thigh excitedly, "Miss Boss, bring me another two catties of white candles!"
The proprietress agreed, and quickly turned around and went to work.
Amidst the noise, Jiang Yinghe tugged at his flimsy collar uneasily, using his heels to figure out that Huan Han had come here, and then reached a stop agreement with the other two bastards.
Such a memory, the last time he was in the Wanyao Frontier, he could always find himself... No matter what choice he made, what remote place he went to, it seemed as if he had put something on himself...
When Jiang Yinghe thought of this, something slipped past his mind so quickly that he couldn't catch it.
He stopped and suddenly thought of the sword pendant on Xuejian Wangchen... That sword pendant was given to him by Li Huanhan a long time ago, and it was soaked in his wounds and the blood of two people.
Jiang Yinghe thought for a moment, and besides being full of uneasiness, there was also a fluctuating sense of loss. He sighed, and was about to find a place to rest in the Netherworld to unload the sword pendant when he was suddenly stopped by a charming and lazy female voice.
He raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw the lady who was making tea squinting over, and asked, "You're dead, what else is on your mind?"
Jiang Yinghe said: "If you have nothing on your mind, how can you not enter the Styx River, return to heaven and earth, and then enter reincarnation?"
The proprietress thought it made sense, and after serving the last cup of tea, she lit a pipe in front of Jiang Yinghe, smoked the tobacco made of unknown material, and took out a handful of material from the bottom of the wooden barrel, saying: " I think you're too preoccupied, why didn't you take a sip of the tea just now, I'll get you some fresh ones."
She winked at Jiang Yinghe, as if she had taken a liking to him, raised her hand and put half a bowl of emotions and desires into the bowl, poured a few spoonfuls of love into the tea bowl, and pushed it to the handsome little girl opposite. demon.
He used to be a little demon, but now he can only turn into a ghost cultivator. The proprietress thought, tapping her spoon.
Jiang Yinghe took the tea bowl, embarrassed to say that he would not drink it. He glanced at the colorful water surface, the water was bubbling from bottom to top.
But the landlady's gaze was too obvious, he thought about it for a moment, then raised the tea bowl to save face, and took a sip.
For monks who have practiced for a long time, the Tao body can decompose these unnecessary substances by itself, and excrete them out of the body during practice to purify the Tao body. Jiang Yinghe was not worried that this thing would contaminate his body, but he did
I was really tossed my sense of taste.
It feels like an overturned five-flavor bottle...it smells of everything.
Jiang Yinghe only took a sip and almost spat it out. He still remembered that this was the Netherworld, so he stroked his chest with his hand and endured it.
He raised his eyes, and just about to ask the proprietress about the resting place where there are most ghosts nearby, when he met the proprietress' surprised eyes.
The proprietress is beautiful, but she has no whites in her eyes, and her entire eyeballs are pitch black. She rolled her eyes, looked at Jiang Yinghe up and down, saw that he was not unusual, and asked, "You...why haven't you moved?"
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, then asked back, "What's the matter?"
The proprietress was even more surprised, and said: "Emotions, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil desires, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind. I didn't let it go, but added so much love. You... why don't you feel anything?"
"Feel?"
The face of the proprietress changed, and she said anxiously: "I don't feel it? Then let me ask you, what does this tea taste like? Is it sweet?"
Jiang Yinghe hesitated for a moment, and answered truthfully: "Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, astringent, not particularly sweet."
The proprietress was stunned, and said in a daze: "You don't know... you don't have a root of affection, do you?"
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1.
It is rumored that there is a famous and strongest disciple on Baixian Peak, who holds a strange sword in his hand, the blade is all black, his swordsmanship is superb, and he always wears dark clothes.
Some people say that the other party looks like a wolf or a tiger, some say that it looks like a Rakshasa alive, and some swear by it that it has a blue face and fangs.
After Li Moxi went to the peak, he found that... this person actually looks good, but he is a little better than a dumb person when he talks less.
So he... bounced in front of each other every day.
Li Moxi: "I heard that you are the most powerful."
Xiao Wuzhuo: "Whatever."
Li Moxi: "What will happen if you don't follow the schedule on the peak
Xiao Wuzhuo: "Whatever."
Li Moxi: "How about we have a competition
Xiao Wuzhuo: "Whatever."
…
2.
However, after they met, their conversations began to be different...
Li Moxi said with a smile, "Xiao Huan, your swordsmanship is truly incomparable."
Xiao Wuzhuo responded in a low voice: "Let you."
Li Moxi: "What will happen if you don't obey the curfew
Xiao Wuzhuo: "Just sleep here."
Li Moxi: "How about we have a competition?"
Xiao Wuzhuo: "Okay, I don't use a sword."
Li Moxi: "Then kiss and then hit, okay?"
Xiao Wuzhuo
: "You can just kiss but not fight."
3.
〔small theater〕
One day, Li Moxi's voice was sandy due to the wind and cold, he said: "You have been angry for four days, don't be angry, okay?"
"Not good." Xiao Wuzhuo wrapped his fingers around his hair, with obvious displeasure in his tone.
"Next time, Tianhan won't go outside." Li Moxi promised.
Seeing his sullen expression, Xiao Wuzhuo felt distressed and angry, but he still said, "Sleep."
Li Moxi simply turned over on him: "No! Otherwise, you will pull me down yourself!"
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Attack: Xiao Wuzhuo (Xiao Huan)
Recipient: Li Moxi (Li Shuang)
[Succinct and concise. Don't say much. I will show you directly. Affectionate Gong×Cheerful and playful. In fact, I am very fond of Gong. Everything after closing the door is up to you. Love deeply]