Dark fires are everywhere, and the curse has been completed. The bodies of all disciples of Tianxi have the cause and effect of the curse, and each one of them seems to be exuding the smell of evil spirits who like to eat.

He is like a road sign at night, exposed in the bright white night.

In the sea of ​​green fire and blood, evil ghosts crawled out from hell.

The impure technique set by the ghost king's heart as a curse is enough to cause all the disciples of Tianxi to suffer the pain of falling into hell while they are in the upper world.

Although this curse is not fatal, it is still very torturous.

Jun He had a headache, and he had no time to continue to comfort Ying Xiu, who was severely emotionally damaged. The restart of the Tianshan Sword Tomb was a very important matter, and for a while he didn't know what happened.

Just when he was about to leave with the sect master and rush to Tianshan, his sleeves suddenly tightened. Looking back, he saw Ying Xiu's face was extremely pale, his eyes were dull and he asked quietly: "Elder brother, will you still kill that corpse?"

Demonic, right?”

Jun He was startled for a moment, and then explained: "Of all the methods in the world, only Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue can arouse the consciousness of Tianshan Sword Tomb. Just now I received Master Ji Yan's secret sword reading order, and he turned out to be the eldest princess."

When you go out, you must not harm the lives of all the disciples in the sect..."

At this point, Jun He suddenly paused. He looked at Ying Xiu with dark eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Speaking of this, when he was in the sword pavilion, he mentioned his life experience. The young master was also in the sword pavilion, but why did the young master not mention his life experience?"

The hand holding his sleeve trembled, and Ying Xiu quickly retracted his hand.

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, but he pretended to be calm and said: "I...I was concentrating on studying the scriptures in the pavilion and didn't take into account so much."

Jun He's eyes did not hold any suspicion, he just took a deep look at him and said: "That's it for now. It's useless to talk more. It's better for the young master to live here quietly. It's better for the young master to simply live here and be quiet."

Due to the influence of the curse, the technique of falling into the abyss may not be able to harm the young master, so please allow Junhe to take the first step."

After Jun He left, Ying Xiu slumped on the ground speechlessly, looking foolishly at the surging sea of ​​blood, with countless white bones and soul fire rolling out.

There are hundreds of evil ghosts and thousands of poisons gnawing at the body. The suffering among animals is uncountable.

This scene can be said to make the legendary underworld a concrete representation of the human world.

Such a horrifying sight of curses came to Tianxi, but no one paid attention to it.

Because the restarted Tianshan is obviously more important than this hell-ridden curse.

Everyone was rushing towards the east like a mad rush.

Ying Xiu stood up with difficulty while holding on to the huge, cold mountain monument. He casually summoned a piece of talisman paper and turned it into a dagger, and he separated his palms with the blade of the sword without giving up.

The incision was extremely deep, and blood slowly flowed out, but it was far less than the amount of blood that an ordinary person should bleed.

The blood in his body seemed to be limited. The blood flowed in the deep wound for a moment, but the bleeding soon stopped, and the wound dried up and turned into gray blood.

Ying Xiu lowered his head and stared blankly. The sword edge pressed against the wound applied force again, cutting deeper.

He pulled the qi and blood in his body to condense into the palm of his hand, and the blood finally surged out, flowing like a river.

A small pool of blood quickly formed on the ground. The ghost ghost crawled out of the sea of ​​fire and greedily lay on the ground, sucking the blood from the ground.

Evil ghosts sniffing the smell of blood also came one after another, like a large and dense locust swimming crazily in the direction of Ying Xiu.

Finally, the blood stopped dripping, and the rolled bright red wound turned gray at the speed of the naked eye. The skin of the palm gradually spread out the texture of the old talisman paper, spreading inch by inch.

Seeing this strange scene, Ying Xiu grinned silently. He held his cheek and smiled, his shoulders trembling.

With the truth confirmed by his own hands, the last illusion in Ying Xiu's heart was completely shattered.

Compared to those white bones and skeletons that crawled out from the abyss of fire.

this moment.

He is more like a fierce ghost who will never be reincarnated.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, getting darker little by little, the wind became more and more bleak, and the sound of ghosts crying echoed between heaven and earth.

Yingxiu lowered his palms wet with tears, and his eyes fell on the Tianshan Mountains rising in the distance.

Mountains arise from rivers and lakes, and the world returns to peace.

"It's so dazzling..."

That miracle, that glory, that dignity, it's so dazzling but so far away.

Ying Xiu's eyes were red, and his eyes were gradually smeared with deep black ink, creating a thick and gloomy color.

The reflection of the skeletal demon that was getting closer and closer was reflected in his eyes, and his eyes flickered like a will-o'-the-wisp in the night, without the slightest emotion that humans should have.

Some of them are just calm and desperate.

"They are all liars."

He murmured and remained indifferent to the evil spirits surrounding him, letting them tear and pull his body.

The rolling sea of ​​fire swallowed up his body bit by bit.

The whole person seemed to be trapped in a quagmire with no way out, sinking bit by bit.

Between the bodies, the human skin spreads inch by inch into the texture of old talisman paper, like dust and frost covering a stone platform, a color that is indescribably miserable and vicissitudes of life.

"This is all fake, a liar who tells lies."

Junhe said that he should be born when the prince died.

His birth was based on that person's death.

However, why did the evil ghost who was supposed to die in hell crawl back to the human world?

Ying Xiu slowly lowered his head in a dull and eerie manner, looking at the densely packed evil spirits crawling toward him, eager to eat his flesh and bones and his bones, treating him like a spider thread hanging down into hell.

Once the fingers touched his body, they seemed to have grown on his body, gripping him tightly to death!

Looking at this scene, the whites of Ying Xiu's eyes gradually turned into a layer of scarlet bloodshot eyes, and there was a hint of questioning and confusion in his eyes.

Since you are dead, why do you have to crawl back?

There is no place for evil ghosts like you in the world anymore, so why do you appear in his world to deprive him of the meaning of life?

He looked at his mottled body.

What kind of Prince Zhongyou, what kind of Young Master Tianxi, what kind of Third Son of Tiandao.

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It's ridiculous that he has been clinging to it all his life, fighting for a life and suffering that does not belong to him.

It turns out that from the day he was born, he was destined to be trapped in the cage of hypocrisy and die young, without a happy ending.

That sword thought had deceived everyone, but it could not deceive him.

Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue can restart the consciousness of Tianshan, and the answer given by the son of the eldest princess is also reasonable.

But what Yingxiu saw was not just the miracle of the Tianshan Sword Tomb.

The Suzaku Qin, the Devil's Weeping Bead, the Xi Jade Yin Flute, as well as the talent for trickery that is too ordinary for ordinary people, and the heroic spirit Hongying who was his Xuzi Seal's last will to surrender to the boy before his death...

Various factors are enough to prove that that young man is inextricably linked to the Zhongyou Dynasty.

It is true that he is his father's child, but at the same time... he is also a child of the Zhongyou Dynasty.

And he, Prince Zhongyou Yingxiu, had his fragmented and mottled memories actually obtained from someone else's almost charity.

He didn't know how to compose music and Xiyu Yindi, and he couldn't completely control Xuyin Hongying. What he couldn't do, that young man could always do it easily.

For a moment, Ying Xiu gradually couldn't tell the difference between himself and him, and who was in hell.

A false prince who is full of gold on the outside but empty and rotten on the inside.

A true young master who returns from Nirvana and creates miracles.

He comes from hell, and there is always someone...who should go to hell.

Endless sorrow and grievance suddenly slowly emerged in his heart, and Ying Xiu suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of boredom.

He lowered his head, his cloudy pupils reflected the shadows of thousands of ghosts, nervously covered his mouth, and uttered pitiful words like a dying old man:

"Being in the world is like facing hell. It turns out that what I thought was the limit from the beginning is just the starting point for others. How ironic..."

"In that case, it's better to fall into the abyss together."

A look of great panic gradually appeared in Ying Xiu's eyes, but he did not flinch and break free from this boundless sea of ​​suffering.

He grasped the hand delivered from the evil ghost's bones, held it tightly, and walked slowly through the sea of ​​suffering.

The body is burned by the fire of karma, and torn apart by hundreds of ghosts.

He spent all his life's courage and headed towards the hell of death.

"Elder brother said he can't hurt your life, but I... want to give it a try."

"This time, you will go to hell instead."

In the faint sea of ​​fire, a green lamp bloomed with cold light.

He has been the prince of Zhongyou for two hundred years, so of course he knows all the legends about the Nether Palace and the Taiyin Emperor.

The heart of the Ghost King is sealed in this lamp.

The Ghost King was born in the impure world and is the master of filth in the pagoda, a place that is not subject to redemption and disaster.
To be continued...