Chapter 818 I will not go to hell
Underworld 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 they all seem to exude the smell of evil spirits who like to eat.
He is like a beacon in the night, exposed to 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 when 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 that Ying Xiu's face was extremely pale, and his eyes were dull and he asked quietly: "Elder brother, are you still here? You will kill that corpse demon, right?”
Jun He was startled for a moment, and then explained: “Everything in the world. Law, only Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue can arouse the consciousness of the Tianshan Sword Tomb. I just received the secret order of sword reading from Lord Ji Yan. He is actually the daughter of the eldest princess. All disciples in the sect must not hurt his life... "
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?"
Pinching The hand on his sleeve trembled, and Ying Xiu quickly retracted his hand.
A trace of panic flashed across 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 gaze He did not hold any suspicion, but just looked at him deeply and said: "That's it for now. It's useless to say more. Young Master is alone." It doesn’t matter if you live here quietly, the young master is not affected by the curse. I am afraid that the technique of falling into the abyss will not hurt the young master. Please allow Junhe to take the first step. "
Jun Heli. After leaving, Ying slumped on the ground speechlessly, looking foolishly at the sea of blood with green fire, and 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 incalculable.
This picture can be said to make the legendary netherworld a concrete representation of the human world.
Such a horrifying cursed scene came to Tianxi, but no one paid attention to it.
Because the restarted Tianshan is obviously more important than this hell-ridden curse.
Everyone rushed 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 quickly 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 lay greedily on the ground, sucking the blood from the ground.
Evil ghosts smelling 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 and chuckled. He held his cheek and smiled, his shoulders trembling.
After being able to confirm the truth with his own hands, the last illusion in Ying Xiu's heart was completely shattered.
Compared with 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.
Ying Xiu lowered his palms that were wet with tears, and his eyes fell on the rising Tianshan Mountains 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 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 white-bone evil spirit 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 are just calm and desperate.
“They are all liars.”
He murmured, 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 little by little.
Between the bodies, the human skin spreads inch by inch into the texture of old talisman paper, like dust and frost covering the stone platform, a color that is indescribably miserable and vicissitudes of life.
"All this is fake, a liar who talks lies."
Jun He said that he should be born after the death of the prince.
His birth was based on that man's death.
But why did the evil ghost who was supposed to die in hell crawl back to the world again?
Ying Xiu slowly lowered his head in a dull and eerie manner, watching the densely packed evil ghosts crawling toward him, eager to eat his flesh and bones, treating him like a spider thread hanging down into hell.
Once the fingers touched his body, it seemed as if they had 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.
The honors and pride of the past are just the foundation for today's destruction.
It’s ridiculous that he has been clinging to and fighting for the life and suffering that does not belong to him all his life.
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 good end.
That sword thought had deceived everyone, but it could not deceive him.
The Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue can restart Tianshan’s consciousness, and the answer given by the son of the eldest princess is reasonable.
But what Ying Xiu saw was not just the miracle of the Tianshan Sword Tomb.
The Suzaku Qin, the Devil's Weeping Bead, the Xiyu Yin Flute, as well as the talent for trickery that is beyond ordinary people, and the heroic spirit Hongying, who is his Xuzi Seal, finally surrendered to the boy before his death...
Many kinds of things are enough to prove that the 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 Yingxiu of Zhongyou, 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 fully control Xuyin Hongying. What he couldn't do, that young man could always do it easily.
For a while, 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, there is always one...it's time to 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, and the shadows of thousands of ghosts were reflected in his turbid pupils. He covered his mouth nervously and uttered pitiful words of sorrow like a dying old man:
"In the world, like Facing hell, it turns out that what I thought was the limit from the beginning was just the starting point for others, how ironic..."
"In this case, it's better to fall into the abyss together."
A look of great fear slowly 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 in 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 walked towards the hell of death.
"Elder brother said that I can't hurt your life, but I... want to give it a try."
"This time, you will go to hell."
In the faint sea of fire, a green light The lamp blooms with cold light.
He has been the prince of Zhongyou for two hundred years, and of course he knows all about the legends of the Nether Palace and the Taiyin Emperor.
Sealed in this lamp is the heart of the Ghost King.
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 in achieving the Immortal Body is to recover the impure world, single-handedly create the Nine Netherworld Mansion, build the Yama Palace, and establish reincarnation.
Under 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 extremely afraid of the aura coming out of the green lantern and refused to step forward.
He glanced at the half-bone palm that was still tightly clenched in his hand, and sneered expressionlessly.
After throwing down the broken bone palm, he looked at the faintly burning green lamp, with desperate eyes and a slow and indifferent tone:
"I'm not considered worthy. I am a human, not a ghost, but since I can walk in front of you, it is partly because of the thin Zhongyou blood in my body.
< br>Although you have been dead for millions of years, I believe that an ancient being like you can still have self-consciousness even if there is only one heart left at this moment."
The green lantern is dim and without candles. Suddenly, 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 silk thread leading to hell.
His fingers touched the cold glass on the surface of the green lantern.
At the same time, he expressed an unusually determined consciousness to the green lantern.
"Crack..."
A crisp cracking sound.
The thin and light surface of the lamp is covered with countless fine ice cracks.
The corners of Ying Xiu’s mouth curved into a cold and crazy arc.
At least, this little bit of thin and almost pitiful blood 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. If not, 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.
It has been two hundred years since he has been in the world, 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, brought it to his mouth like an apple, chewed it slowly, and the juice dripped on his chin.
The handsome and clear face that contrasts with it is indescribably weird and gloomy.
He slowly finished eating a whole heart, and looked up and laughed almost crazily: "When I'm full, it's time to hit the road."
The sea of fire dried 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, 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 time for you to eat. "
The sky and the earth suddenly became dark, and hundreds of millions of stars were invisible under the cover of thick clouds. Even the cold moon above the sky became as pale and cold as a wandering ghost in the sky.
The ground under his feet was arched with countless earthen bags. The earthen bags were endless, like a heavy rain coming on a city. In the blink of an eye, they quickly spread over the mountains and rivers.
Bailian, 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 was not too serious. Big surprising change.
Suddenly, the sound of swords sounded.
Bailian 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.
The sword master Yu was also staring at him.
For a moment, I felt like I was in another world.
“Tianshan has restarted. What do you think, the lord of the clan?”
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 world of the Supreme Purity, can still transform into a spirit?
Bailian 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..."
"Next?" Jian Zhu Yu 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?"
The north wind suddenly picked up, blowing a gust of wind. The cold and bone-chilling wind.
(End of this chapter)