Zhao Yunlan, who had originally held Chen Wei's hand, suddenly tightened.

Chen Wei finally nodded under everyone's gaze of doubt, nervousness or unknownness.

"The Ghost King used himself as a medium to leak chaos. I used three old seals of Houtu seal to block it underground," Chen Wei said, "In addition, a large crack was cut by the Soul-Slaying Knife in the villa town. It may leak a little now, but it should not be too serious."

"Nuwa has been dissipating for thousands of years. The power of the old seal of Houtu Daxun is limited. How long can you stop it?"

Chen Wei: "It's not more than half a day."

Everyone was silent like a dead silence, and Wang Zheng asked in a low voice: "What is Houtu Dafeng?"

Sang Zan gently pulled her, stretched out a finger and stood up on her lips, signaling her not to say more - although Sang Zan could only understand 70% or 80% of their conversation, he accompanied Zhao Yunlan to investigate the ancient secrets, and heard some of them sporadically, and at this time he had guessed five or six points.

Shen Pesticide Bowl stared at Chen Wei tightly and asked him: "What are you going to do if you are the immortal?"

Chen Wei faced his gaze calmly, held Zhao Yunlan's hand, and said calmly: "As I promised back then."

His calm and calm attitude made Shennong Jingbo stunned on the spot. After a while, his eyes fell on the hands of the two holding each other. His face changed a few times, but he still didn't show anything. He looked away with his stiffness and said unnaturally: "What can I do for you."

Chen Wei's eyes swept over everyone and the ghosts present, and said slowly and quickly: "When Kunlun King used the four saints to seal the four pillars. When the big seal was loose, the four saints came out to the disaster and reappeared in the world. Now it has all come to my hands. I need to add the four pillars that inherit the heaven and the earth again. I hope you can help me hold back."

When Chen Wei said this, a huge Bagua plate suddenly appeared above the Antique Street, square, with four corners standing together with the four symbols of Shaoyin, Sun, Shaoyang, and Taiyin, pointing to four directions, southeast, west and northeast.

Then the thin and long mountain and river cone jumped out of Chen Wei's palm first, pulling high and becoming longer, vaguely like a wall in the snowy mountain standing thousands of feet high. It fell in the Xuanwu position, and a loud noise made in the mountain and river cone made a loud noise. A large sundial plate broke out from it and rumbled to the White Tiger position. The merit pen cut by the great god wood soared into the sky, falling into the Azure Dragon position, and finally the soul-suppressing lamp without a wick was still dull, and followed Chen Wei's guidance and landed in the Vermillion Bird position.

Zhao Yunlan: "Wait, isn't the Soul-Suppressing Lamp in the Hall of Hell?"

Chen Wei: "I just delayed for a while and walked it over. The one in the Hall of Hell is just a trick."

After he finished speaking, he seemed a little ashamed of his behavior of holding on to the ground, and lowered his head slightly: "In extraordinary times, the means are not good, and I am ashamed."

Zhao Yunlan: “…”

Chen Wei pulled one of Zhao Yunlan's hand and said softly: "It hurts a little."

After saying that, Zhao Yunlan felt something stabbed at his fingertips, and a round blood bead emerged. The blood bead then flew into the soul-suppressing lamp without bias, pulling out a very thin line.

Then Chen Wei took off his small pendant that he would never take off from his neck, pulled open the bottle, poured it out slightly, and a cluster of very small sparks flew out from his fingertips, and landed on the slender wick formed by bloodshots. A faint halo like fireflies slowly rose from the soul-squeezing lamp.

Chen Wei lowered his head and put Zhao Yunlan's broken fingers into his mouth.

"Wait, that's it?" Zhao Yunlan, "Then the King of Hell didn't say he wanted to draw blood from my heart."

"Ten fingers connect the heart." Chen Wei said, "The soul-suppressing wick has been lost for thousands of years. The underworld wants to seek a magic weapon to ensure safety, so that the soul-suppressing light can burn for generations. I only have half a day to re-seal the four pillars, and a single thread is enough."

Chen Wei said this, raised his head and said to everyone: "Kunlun Lord has granted the four pillars of the mountain saint. Although I have inherited thirty-six mountains and rivers, I am born to be a filthy body. I have no way to establish any connection with the four saints. I beg you to help me, thank you very much."

He showed his original appearance, his long hair hangs down, and a little innate demonic aura and his gentlemanly aura were strange and contradictory, which was indescribable and unparalleled.

No one can reject him.

Wang Zheng and Sang Zan looked at each other and walked side by side under the mountain and river cone. Daqing grabbed the golden bell on his neck and turned his head to walk towards the Merit Pen. Lao Li, who was carrying the big stick bone, looked at this and then that. Finally, a burnt fried fish hung under the stick bone, followed Daqing silently, and Lin Jing took out one hundred and eight beads and stood still under the reincarnation sundial.

Just as the Shen Pesticide Bowl was about to pass, Zhao Yunlan suddenly shouted at him: "Hey, who else?"

Shen Pesticide Bowl turned around against Zhao's father's body: "Who?"

"..." Zhao Yunlan, "You don't take advantage of it. Do you really think you are the father--I'll borrow a step and I'll tell you something."

Shen Pesticide Bo smiled helplessly and followed Zhao Yunlan to the side: "Mr. Kunlun, please tell me."

Zhao Yunlan leaned against the big locust tree and looked down. The big locust tree seemed extremely calm, not at all like suppressing something great... and only half a day.

The cigarette box was empty, so he raised his hand and reached into Zhao's father's pocket, took out a cigarette, took it for himself without hesitation, and lit it.

After a while of silence, Zhao Yunlan whispered: "Actually, I have something to ask you for help."

Shen Pesticide Bourne whispered: "I dare not."

"Really," Zhao Yunlan said, "My parents are the only son. I should have given them a care for their elderly and sent them to see them off, but I didn't expect it to be too late. Even if it was too late, I wouldn't want them to send their white-haired people to see them off. You can think of a solution for me."

Shen Pesticide Boil was silent for a while: "I... don't really understand what Kunlun Jun means."

Zhao Yunlan: "Don't pretend to be confused, I think you understand very well."

Shen Peanut Bo glanced at him deeply: "So in the final analysis, is it because you promised to live and die with him, and the Soul-Slaying Envoy can fulfill the contract without saying a word?"

"Fart," Zhao Yunlan glanced at him lightly, and casually spit out a smoke ring, "One code is one code, do you think your master sells himself?"

Shen Peanut Bo knew that he had made a mistake and lowered his head and was silent for a while: "I understand."

Zhao Yunlan stared at his eyes and heard Shen Pesticide Bowl say word by word: "If Kunlun Jun is no longer alive, I will leave your father's body and live for you as 'Zhao Yunlan'. Please rest assured by Shan Sheng."

"Life well, live like 'Zhao Yunlan'," Zhao Yunlan patted his father's shoulder with great rebellion. "Enjoy what should be enjoyed, and do everything that should be done well. I thank you."

After saying that, he took a few deep breaths, twisted the cigarette butt that had not been burned to the end, and passed by Shen Peanut Bottle.

The medicine bowl walked towards the side of the Shun Huiyin and Lin Jing, and Zhao Yunlan stood alone under the soul-suppressing lamp.

Zhao Yunlan gently touched the soul-suppressing lamp. The lamp was engraved with uneven inscriptions, which were exactly the same as the one behind the soul-suppressing order. He had a strange feeling, as if the lamp was really connected to his flesh and blood, and the beating light miraculously coincided with his heartbeat, just like two people standing there - he was thousands of years ago, and he was thousands of years later.

Zhao Yunlan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It turned out that the world had changed a lot, but he himself was like the turtle that had been 80,000 years old, and there was no difference in the slightest bit. It was really enough to end one after another.

Chen Wei turned his head and looked at the grocery store owner who was guarding the division of Yin and Yang. The old man and a group of night shift specialists from No. 4 Guangming Road surrounded outside the formation. The wrinkled old man raised his head and raised his fists in a void manner. He bowed to Chen Wei like an ancient man: "I am an old guy, I have no other use, I will give it to the guardian of the immortals."

Chen Wei nodded, then he raised his fingers and wrote ancient words from the gods and demons in the air one by one. They themselves seemed to have power, waving in the air like water waves. Each stroke seemed to bring the sound of the dome from the distant era, and then Chen Wei pointed it into a palm. He beat the whole text hard, and all the strokes fell apart, flew to every position in the corner of the four symbols, and fell into the eyebrows of everyone.

In an instant, everyone heard the spell passed down from the beginning of the prehistoric world. It was extremely heavy, making people feel a urge to worship him, and it arises from their hearts.

Chen Wei finally looked south and happened to collide with Zhao Yunlan's gaze in the air. He suddenly laughed very lightly, just like the spring when flowers bloomed in a moment.

The palace of Hell was dark and dark. Zhu Hong could not see anything. He was wandering around in a daze. Only the branches of the great god tree that Shen Wei gave in his hand lit a slight white light, and a layer of invisible protective film was supported around her, strictly separating her from the terrifying ghost tribe outside from the omnipotent chaos. The small bud that looked so delicate seemed to be greener.

Suddenly, Zhu Hong heard someone calling her name anxiously. Zhu Hong turned her head and saw Uncle Si leaning in a mess in the crack of the King of Hell Hall, carefully hiding under a huge scale - it was Fuxi scale, one of the sacred objects of the snake clan, and Zhu Hong recognized it.

He seemed to be seriously injured, and he couldn't even maintain his human form, revealing his green snake tail.

When Uncle Snake Fourth saw her, he was shocked at first, and then he was so stern: "What are you doing here? Why didn't you leave Lingzhu just now? Doesn't you want my life anymore?!"

He glanced at the situation outside and quickly came out of the crack of the stone. His long tail rolled up Zhu Hong and pulled her into the crack of the stone. The man's mouth was still covered in blood. He even turned his face off at Zhu Hong: "No child in the whole clan is as stupid as you. Don't you know the danger? Don't you know how to run?"

Zhu Hong: "I'm worried about my fourth uncle..."

Uncle Snake Si interrupted her coldly: "It's not your turn to be a little devil who is not transformed or transformed is worried about me."

He said, checking Zhu Hong up and down, but found that she was intact and had no skin at all. Then he felt relieved and snorted coldly: "I'm lucky."

Zhu Hong raised the branch of the great god wood: "It was given to me by the Soul-Slaying Envoy."

Uncle Si Snake narrowed his eyes: "Great God Wood? How could he give this thing to someone casually? What did he say to you?"

"He said that if these two buds could live, I would have a chance to find a good place to plant them."

After hearing this, Uncle Si of Snake changed his mind and suddenly leaned heavily on the stone wall of the King of Hell Hall, his eyebrows tightly clamped: "It turns out that it is the general of the Great Seal. He is explaining his funeral... Is it because the Great Seal has been broken now?"

Zhu Hong was confused and did not dare to disturb his thoughts. She didn't ask, so she had to stand aside silently. After a while, Uncle Snake Si whispered to her: "You little girl, you have a fool, have a good fortune - keep it in your mouth."

Zhu Hong nodded immediately to agree. At this moment, she suddenly said "Huh" and raised the branch of the great god wood to the Fourth Uncle Snake: "Look, look."

I saw that at some point on the branches that were both thick and thin, a light green piece of green spread out the dry and thick branches, revealing a delicate head - a third bud grew on the branches that originally had only two tender buds!

Zhu Hong said in surprise: "What's going on? Shen Wei said that the tree only grew these two buds in thousands of years."

"You also called 'Shen Wei'?" Uncle Si glared at her, and then paused before saying, "Kunlun divine wood lives with heaven and earth, which is the beginning of life for all things. Back then, Nuwa wanted to use the divine wood branch town to be at the gate of the disrespectful land. She had murderous intentions, but she planted a tree that had not yet lived or died... Now the branches began to sprout for no reason, and it might be that someone's intentions had changed."

The two of them were relatively safe in the most dangerous places, while Guo Changcheng and Chu Shuzhi hung on the suspension bridge were simply hanging on the line.

Chu Shuzhi made a quick decision, regardless of the movement behind him, and directly loosened his bow-pulling hand. The talisman that flew out attracted a thunder, and smashed it in the sky as if he was about to split the sky, slashing the ghost clan on the other side of Guo Changcheng. Then he quickly turned around and turned blue-gray arms stirred up a large rain curtain when he turned around. The rain condensed into a huge skeleton and swooped down in the sky.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and realized that behind him it was not a ghost beast, but a red-eyed monster young man wearing human skin.

The red-eyed monster is a high-level ghost clan. After absorbing the chaos of the disrespectful land leaked from the cracks in the ground, he was completely... No, the whole ghost seemed to have experienced a salted fish like a bird gun changing cannon. Two innate ghost kings, one is dead, and the other is bound by immortal tendons to become a half-true god. All the high-level ghost clans fanatically aimed at that position, hoping to replace it and become a new generation of ghost kings.

The ghost clan, who was originally entangled by Chu Shuzhi's skeleton, only raised one arm and pressed against the big skeleton condensed by water. With a pinch of his fingers, the skeleton dissipated into water droplets again, splashing everywhere.

Then, Chu Shuzhi felt as if he was hit by a force in his chest, and his thin body flew directly out of the suspension bridge, and there was a cliff worth thousands of meters below.

Guo Changcheng didn't think about it. At that moment, he didn't know where he got the courage, nor did he know what he was thinking. He actually flipped down from the safety guardrail, jumped off the bridge like a suicide, and rushed towards Chu Shuzhi. The waist bag that was originally held in his arms fell on the bridge deck, and the soul bottle scattered all over the floor.

There was a rumbling sound like thunder coming from the ground again.

The four saints were connected by ancient inscriptions that they could not understand, and gradually flowed smoothly with Chen Wei as the center. Everyone who was holding the formation for him could feel the connection between the inscription that was penetrated by Chen Wei and the four saints next to him. They couldn't help but recite the words in their hearts that they could not understand and could not understand.

Old Li, who was holding the big stick bone, seemed to be stirred by the ancient inscription. He looked down at the ridiculous but solemn fat cat next to him. He listened to the sound of the cat bell shaking gently, and suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Three hundred years ago, a person had an incurable disease on his bones. He had an attack and had no choice but to survive, but he couldn't die. I think it's bone cancer now. His family made his own decisions and burned incense to ask for the gods..."

Daqing was shocked suddenly and raised his head in disbelief.

Old Li was already gray-haired and trembling, trying to touch the cat's head that he had touched countless times, but this time, the black cat avoided it. The old man who had always been unknown at No. 4 Guangming Road seemed to have a ten-year-old in an instant. His lips trembled for a moment: "Later, God did not invite him, and invited a black cat that loved to eat dried fried fish. The man was terminally ill and could not go out all day long. He was extremely bored every day. When he saw a living creature that could breathe, he was very excited. He regarded this black cat as a friend of God's gift and could not go out of the courtyard gate, so he wanted to rely on the black cat for life."

Lao Li's eyes were a little wet, as if he was about to cry, but his eyes were already turbid and could not shed a tear: "But later that man discovered that the black cat was not an ordinary cat, but a divine cat, able to communicate yin and yang, ascend to heaven and earth. One day, the black cat accidentally entered the wine cellar, fell into the wine tank and got drunk, telling the secret of the golden bell on its neck. It said that the bell was given by the old master, and it contained half of its soul, which could reverse the cycle of life and death... The man was about to die, and was afraid of death and was about to go crazy."

Daqing said coldly: "So I cheated my bell from me, and I gave me a good class for you. I only then did the stupid cat know what it means to be defensive. I heard that you died in the end and were buried outside Shanhaiguan. After living for those decades, how about it? Is it good to feel?"

Old Li said softly: "It's like a thorn in the throat, it's like a maggot sticking to the bones."

Daqing turned his head and said, "That's a pity - what did you do when you sneak into the Special Investigation Office? You have been undercover for decades. The juren of the past was wronged and did some miscellaneous work for us - my bell was only found recently. When you came in, there was nothing on your body that could have planned for you again, right?"

Old Li suddenly knelt down. Three hundred years later, he reincarnated, but he always kept the poison buried in the cracks of his bones in his lifetime, guarding the door of No. 4 Guangming Road, becoming an inconspicuous gatekeeper, hoping to feed the richer black cat with a few crispy yellow croakers every day when he got off work. He thought that this life would pass like this, and the next life would be the same, but the merit pen was hanging high above his head, every point in the past, every piece of... but finally all of them boiled in his heart as if it was bursting.

Lao Li's turbid tears finally fell, and the silent merit pen seemed to hear something, and suddenly moved - it slowly turned half a circle, revealing the red and black tip of the pen.

Then the four symbols respond together—

Wood produces fire, and the soul-suppressing lamp suddenly lights up.
To be continued...