The soul-killing envoy - Chen Wei's hand, which was placed beside him, couldn't help but tremble, and for a moment he was simply angry and attacked his heart.

Zhao Yunlan became so popular, but he seemed to be ignorant... Or he pretended not to know, so he found a stone with less ice and snow, sat on it, drank the coffee, and then used his dog's teeth to pick up the cheese slices from the hamburger and throw it away.

Chen Wei stood at the wind gate and said nothing. He didn't say anything until he finished the unstoppable breakfast. He asked softly in a deliberately lowered tone: "What did I tell you?"

"Don't agree to what the underworld says, wait for you to go home." Zhao Yunlan wiped his mouth.

Chen Wei put his voice down and said word by word: "Then what are you doing here?"

Zhao Yunlan looked around and found that there was no one except the black cat. So he walked up, reached out and hugged the soul-killing envoy who was as cold as an ice sculpture, stood on tiptoe slightly, and gently kissed his head covered with a huge hood: "Are you angry?"

Daqing turned his head silently, feeling a little terrible.

Chen Wei didn't move, but just stood there stiffly: "I see you have to make me angry to death before you can be willing to do so. I can't wait, I can't wait..."

Zhao Yunlan let go of him and looked at his face covered by black fog. In a moment, Zhao Yunlan could find the position of his eyes. He could even feel the other person's gaze. Zhao Yunlan sighed, pulled Chen Wei's hand, snatched and let go, and whispered in a very sincere manner: "Can you let me kneel on the keyboard on my head? It's okay to kneel on the motherboard? I won't dare to do it next time, I really don't dare... And I'm not blamed this time. You asked Daqing because of that guy Chu Shuzhi, who asked the underworld to hold my handle..."

It was clearly you who took the handle of the underworld and asked Chu Shuzhi to remove the shackles of merit. The black cat ignored him, but lowered his head and washed his face with his claws as if no one else was around. If this man full of nonsense was reliable, the sow could climb a tree.

"Besides, it's too late for me to go back now," Zhao Yunlan spread his hands, "Hey, really, don't be angry, I'm so angry that I feel sorry for me... Chen Wei? A Wei, Xiao Wei, baby... don't ignore me and say something to me."

Chen Wei didn't say a word, and his fist, which was clenched in his sleeve, hurt.

A "baby" screamed Daqing, shaking from the top of his head to the tip of his tail, and shivered like cramps, and then silently moved away for a few steps, feeling that he could not listen.

Zhao Yunlan was about to approach with a shy face, but suddenly stopped moving. In an instant, she returned to the normal human expression and retreated five steps away. After a while, a group of evil men surrounded the judge, the cow head and horse face, the black and white Wuchang and others arrived. There was a large group of people behind her who could not see the history, including the demon clan, a few people, and even some with treasure faces. Maybe they were some gods. Zhao Yunlan glanced at him and felt that there was no mediocre person among these people.

Zhao Yunlan and the Soul-Slaying Envoy stood on one side. The Soul-Slaying Envoy still couldn't see any clues. Zhao Yunlan had no expression. He didn't know if it was cold or the plateau was lacking oxygen. His face turned a little pale, and even his lips were not bloody. When he turned around, he seemed to frown slightly when he saw them, but then he nodded calmly and said politely: "Good morning."

The judge couldn't tell how long Zhao Yunlan had been here, and it was hard to tell what kind of atmosphere the two of them were.

It was indeed their plan to let the Soul-Slaying Envoy meet Zhao Yunlan alone first. Anyway, they have arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Soul-Slaying Envoy cannot let Zhao Yunlan go back by himself. They can only take him up the mountain and in front of his heart. Even if the Soul-Slaying Envoy really has a strange intention, they must be cautious and never dare to act at this critical moment.

But in this way, the underworld stretched out his hand and rubbed the Soul-Slaying Purposer's Negative Scale, which completely offended him.

The judge looked at the figure that made the soul-killing soul-killing black air become more intense, and was really frightened.

The judge's name is very famous. In fact, there are the King of Hells pressing on it. It is his turn, and he basically has no real power. Sometimes the judge himself thinks he is just a errand-runner who takes the blame. At present, most of the people in power in the underworld are juniors, and they know only a little about the previous things. According to the judge, they are really a bunch of underworlds that live in that acre of three-point land, and they think they are fools who hold power.

It’s okay for Zhao Yunlan to forget about it. If you don’t say that the Soul-Slaying Envoy is going to win over people, you won’t deal with him everywhere. Don’t know if the dog bites doesn’t bark? It really makes him angry, let alone the underworld, thirty-three days may not be enough for him to have a one-size-fits-all approach.

The judge laughed dryly in fear and said silly: "It's so early for the Lord to arrive."

Then he turned to the Soul-Slaying Envoy, bowed with both hands, almost bent down to the ground, and said respectfully: "See..."

He bent down, but before he could finish a word, the Soul-Slaying Envoy turned around and walked up the mountain without saying a word - he didn't even talk about the minimum etiquette, and slapped the judge in the face in front of a fool, which showed that he was angry.

The judge did not dare to object. He smiled bitterly and quickly called everyone to follow. Knowing that the Soul-Slaying Envoy did not take action, it was already considered to be a mercy for Zhao Yunlan's sake.

The sky was getting darker and the wind and thunder were surging in the nine heavens. Looking up, it seemed that a black dragon was jumping in it.

Kunlun Mountain is frozen all year round, thousands of feet high, and it penetrates straight into the clouds. Birds fly across thousands of mountains and people die.

As they walked into the mountainous area, Daqing, who had been squatting on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder, suddenly became restless, as if he had recognized something.

All the previous suspicions and speculations disappeared the moment Zhao Yunlan saw Kunlun Mountain.

He had never been to Kunlun, and had never even imagined that this snow-capped mountain would have anything to do with him. However, when he had not been asleep for a long time and set foot on the Kunlun territory for a long time, Zhao Yunlan suddenly understood what "blood connection" means.

It felt very subtle, as if a data cable had found an interface from the depths of his soul and connected him to the mountains.

This made Zhao Yunlan forget the complicated plots in his heart, the monsters and monsters around him, and even didn't care about Shen Wei who was always angry and refused to even look at him.

He walked forward almost instinctively, and the soul-suppressing body that was placed in his inner bag on his chest was so hot that it was burning.

“…… Let the Lord, let the Lord?”

Zhao Yunlan was shocked, as if he had just woken up, turned his head to look at the judge who was holding him, and the confusion in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

They walked to a flat area without realizing it. The snow-white ground was full of fresh snow that no one had stepped on. On one side were huge rocks more than one person were arranged according to the eight, eight and sixty-four hexagrams, and small whirlwinds passed by from time to time, with a unique quiet and almost solemn atmosphere.

The judge seemed a little restrained: "After passing this place, it's Kunlun Pass. Please let the Lord take us up."

Although Zhao Yunlan couldn't see Chen Wei's face, he felt his gaze. However, when he turned his head to chase the gaze, Chen Wei pretended to be careless and turned away.

Zhao Yunlan smiled bitterly, patted Daqing's butt, let it go down from its shoulders, take out the Soul-Suppressing Order from its arms, and walk straight into the middle of the Stonehenge.

Every step he stepped on the ground, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. The wind stopped the moment he walked to the middle, and a long string of footprints left behind Zhao Yunlan, looking lonely and quiet.

He stood in it, suddenly closed his eyes, revealing a quiet side face, and heard the echo from the 100,000 mountains on his ears.

The north of Chishui River, the heaven and earth are inherited from the earth, the great hills of nine thousand, and the hometown of heaven and man.

At the top of the great mountains and rivers, the beginning of the thirty-six mountains and rivers, and the outline of all things in the universe.

This is called Kunlun.

No one taught him how to do it, and Zhao Yunlan didn't ask, but he just knew that there seemed to be a voice guiding him in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, and everywhere he looked, the huge rocks followed his mind, unpredictable like the trajectory of stars, which made people dazzled for a moment.

Finally, someone couldn't help but whisper, not knowing who the person in the array was. Whispering sounds were everywhere, but Chen Wei turned a deaf ear, leaving only a shadow of a person in his eyes.

Although he was wearing an inappropriate windbreaker and hiking shoes, his short hair was blown into a styling and unspoken bird nest by the north wind at the foot of the mountain, in Shen Wei's eyes, it strangely overlapped with the shadow of the blue-clothed tidal in the ground that many years ago.

He suddenly couldn't suppress himself, and a ball of black mist rose from his sleeves, wrapping Zhao Yunlan in it, isolating everyone's vision, only he could see it himself, as if only he and Zhao Yunlan were left between heaven and earth.

Chen Wei suddenly smiled bitterly, remembering thousands of years ago, thinking that as long as that person was willing to look at him more, it would be worth dying for him, but he felt that he was not worthy of tainting his eyes. He was greedy now, and hoped that he was only his own and that others would not even see him.

It turned out that before we knew it, a seed tens of thousands of years ago had grown into an indelible inner demon.

Whether it is nature or instinct, Chen Wei has been resisting them hard since he was born, but in the end, it was just an unexpected encounter that made him never be reborn.

The earth shook, and a distant roar came from Kunlun Mountain. A thunder finally broke through the thick clouds and landed on the ground like a destruction. On the top of the mountain that was invisible, a strange mask appeared and seemed to be standing there, looking down at the ground coldly.

With a "boom", the stone pillar like the Nine-level Emperor's Palace fell down, and in an instant everyone was taken to the top of Kunlun in the forbidden land of the gods.

Before everyone could settle down, the black cat crawled into Zhao Yunlan's arm suddenly screamed shrillly. Everyone looked at it with their eyes and saw the great god tree that lived with the same life as the heaven and earth, and the twisted trunk had already withered half, with no leaves growing, no flowers remaining, and a deep dead aura.

The black cat broke free from Zhao Yunlan's arms. The moment it landed, its body quickly grew and turned into a human form.

Zhao Yunlan never knew that Daqing would transform, and was stunned for a moment. She saw that the man's hair was like a crow feather, buckled long behind her, her eyes were like precious stones, and there was an indescribable cold light in the clear and brilliance. However, the opening of her mouth was still Zhao Yunlan's familiar Daqing's voice.

It... He said in a deep voice: "Who dares to play wild in Kunlun Mountain?"

As he finished speaking, Daqing stared at the almost dead tree trunk, but his eyes were red.

At this moment, countless animals grew up like they were absorbing the rhizomes of the divine wood. They suddenly turned over and surged out, jumping onto the ground densely with sharp screams.

A strong wind swept by, and the huge ghost-faced avatar appeared in the thick clouds, almost occupying thousands of meters wide, covering the sky and the sun, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Then, his limbs, as huge as mountains, appeared faintly in the clouds and mist on the top of Kunlun Mountain for years. He clasped his hands with one hand and reached behind him with the other. A cauldron that was dozens of floors high floated behind him, spinning rapidly, stirring up the violent sound of the wind, which made people's ears hurt.

Someone screamed in surprise: "The Soul Refining Cauldron is the Soul Refining Cauldron!"

The hand that was behind the ghost's face suddenly popped out, without saying hello, holding a giant axe in his hand, slashing down mercilessly without saying a word.

Zhao Yunlan was pushed aside by someone. He staggered several steps before he stood firm. The strong wind with bloody smell made him unable to open his eyes for a while. The giant axe was like a ridge, but was blocked by a three-foot-three-inch thick-backed straight knife.

The Soul-Slaying Envoy under the axe was like an ant holding up a thousand pounds. Li Feng let out a small hole in the corner of his robe sleeve, revealing his slender blue and white hands. Then there was a slight sound. The Soul-Slaying Envoy's wrists left, and a corner broke open on the giant axe.

Then he turned sideways, and with a clear echo of "clang", the giant axe involuntarily bounced up three feet, and a narrow crack spread along the cracked place to the axe. The giant axe fell to the ground and split a nearly 100-meter-long abyss on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Before countless animals could get out of the ground, they died in vain with their master's axe.
Chapter completed!