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.
The greatest merit of the Taiyin Emperor's attainment of the Immortal Body was to recover the impure world, single-handedly create the Nine Netherworld Mansion, build the King of Hell Palace, and establish reincarnation.
After such great achievements, millions of years have passed, but the ghost king's heart is as difficult to be saved as the legendary undead corpse king.
It can only be used to suppress but not destroy.
When Ying Xiu came to the green lantern, the white-bone evil spirits tearing him apart seemed to be extremely afraid of the aura coming out of the green lantern and refused to step forward.
He glanced at the half-bone bone palm that was still tightly clenched in his hand, and sneered expressionlessly.
After throwing down the broken palm, he looked at the faintly burning green lamp, with desperate eyes and a slow and indifferent tone:
"I am neither a human nor a ghost, but since I can walk in front of you, it is partly because of the thin Zhongyou blood in my body.
Although you have been dead for millions of years, I believe that an ancient being like you can still have self-awareness even if there is only one heart left at this moment."
The green lantern burned dimly without a candle, and a cold and huge consciousness slowly came out, making Ying Xiu feel like he was facing an abyss. It was an extremely familiar meaning of death.
Ying Xiu's face turned pale, and under the shroud of consciousness, the despair and inner demons in his heart spread out like a spider web.
He seemed to be trapped in a terrifying dream.
But he still tremblingly grabbed the spider thread leading to hell.
His fingers touched the cold glass on the green lantern.
At the same time, he expressed an unusually determined consciousness to the green lantern.
"Click..."
There was a crisp crackling sound.
The thin and light lamp surface is covered with countless fine ice cracks.
The corner of Ying Xiu's mouth curved into a cold and crazy arc.
At least, this thin and almost pitiable bloodline is not fake.
The only thing in the world that can unlock the seal of this lamp is the blood of people from the Zhongyou royal family. Otherwise, even the Emperor himself cannot unlock this lamp.
It is precisely because of this that Emperor Taiyin was able to leave this lamp to the world with such confidence.
It's just that the Taiyin Emperor, his nominal grandfather, has never had a shadow of his Ying Xiu in his eyes.
He has been in the world for two hundred years, but it is only tonight that he has the honor to see the true face of this great emperor.
People who are usually ignored are naturally too lazy to remember them at times like this.
Ying Xiu smashed the green lantern effortlessly, but the mottled and shattered body of the lantern did not dissipate, lingering around the Ghost King's heart like fireflies.
Ying Xiu took out the green heart that had been beating weakly for a long time, put it to his mouth like an apple, chewed it slowly, and the juice dripped on his chin.
Set against that handsome and clear face, it couldn't be said that it was strange and gloomy.
He slowly finished eating a whole heart, and looked up and laughed almost crazily: "Now that I'm full, it's time to hit the road."
The vast sea of fire dries up in an instant.
Only a vast expanse of gray land was left, with all the white bones gone. Only endless black jackdaws were hovering, crows vibrating their feathers, hovering under the cold moon, like a group of demons dancing around, with black feathers covering the sky.
Ying Xiu wiped his bloody chin and lips as if nothing had happened. He sat on the hill, overlooking the mist-shrouded world below. He slowly raised an arm and said, "It's your turn to eat."
The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, hundreds of millions of stars were invisible under the cover of thick clouds, and even the cold moon above the sky became as pale and cold as a ghost floating in the sky.
The ground under his feet was arched with countless earthen bags. The earthen bags were endless, like a heavy rain falling on a city. In the blink of an eye, they quickly spread over the mountains and rivers.
Balian, who was standing on the top of the mountain, suddenly frowned. He looked down at the Yin flute 'Fuji' that was shaking around his waist. His calm eyes gradually became colder, but his expression did not change much in surprise.
Suddenly, the sound of swords sounded.
Balian pressed the jade flute lightly with his palm, put the support into his sleeve, and hid it away, looking back at the excited and fanatical Sword Master Yu.
And Sword Master Yu's eyes were staring at him.
For a moment, I felt as if I was in another world.
"Tianshan has restarted. What do you think, the sect leader?"
Seeing Bailian's calm and calm appearance, he felt proud and proud of restarting Tianshan. This calm attitude allowed Sword Master Yu to gradually calm down his turbulent mind.
"I...can't understand."
Why is it that the Tianshan Sword Tomb, which has lost its sword soul and has been cut off from the realm of the upper world, is still able to transform mortal beings into spirits?
Balian shook his head and said: "Let's leave this matter aside for the time being. Sect Master only needs to know that the crisis in Tianshan has been lifted. Next..."
"What's next?" Jian Zhuyu didn't understand what else could be more important than the future of the Tianshan Sword Tomb?
Bailian pointed to the distant land and said: "Next, your lord, you might as well think about how to solve this disaster of the Great Qin Dynasty?"
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