I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Bright moon, cold wind.

On the top of Buzhou Mountain, the stone statue of a young man who has experienced wind and rain stands majestically.

The sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, and the demeanor is solemn.

Hanging his head slightly, as if overlooking the mountains and rivers.

“Zhang Bairen~”

muttered, Zhu Jiuyin withdrew his gaze from the face of the stone statue.

After gently releasing Xiao Budian’s corpse, he pulled out the iron sword hanging from his waist.

Immediately stepped forward two steps and gently inserted the iron sword into the empty sheath of the stone statue’s right hand.

The empty scabbard was stuffed.

However, after just a few breaths, the iron sword silently annihilated into powder.

“Guessed right~” The

corner of Zhu Jiuyin’s mouth hooked a subtle arc.

This stone statue is not an extraordinary dead thing, and it contains a trace of Heavenly Emperor qi.

Restraining his smile, Zhu Jiuyin picked up Xiao Budian’s body again, passed by the young stone statue, and came to the edge of the mountain cliff.

Looking up at the towering ancient tree that was ten feet tall, Zhu Jiuyin whispered: “Jianmu Divine Tree~”

As the cultivation became more and more profound, the python’s body slowly grew and thickened, and some ancient memories that had been melted into the depths of the candle dragon’s bloodline were gradually awakened.

For example, the ancient divine skill of Shinto Death Realm Birth comes from a certain memory fragment.

The bark of the ancient tree is cracked, and the canopy shades the sky and the moon.

In the midst of the cold current, the gray leaves of the trees rattled, colliding with a crisp and pleasant sound of gold and iron.

According to legend, the Jianmu God Tree is a bridge between heaven and earth, people and gods, and I don’t know whether it is true or not.

In the blood of the candle dragon, among those memory fragments that exuded vicissitudes and decay, Zhu Jiuyin saw the Jianmu Divine Tree, whose roots were deeply rooted in the netherworld, each branch was a river, and every leaf could shroud the mountains.

The highest canopy rises directly into the extreme depths where the clouds are shrouded in mist.

In

comparison, this tree at the top of Buzhou Mountain is not even a firefly.

Crimson vertical pupils, ancient stone swords that swept among hundreds of millions of leaves, bright heavenly swords, mottled black bells, and pocket-sized nine-story small towers.

“While staring at the abyss, I don’t know if the abyss is also staring at me~” Turning

around, Zhu Jiuyin collected his mind and put Xiao Budian’s body on the ground.

Immediately, the two fingers of his right hand were juxtaposed into a sword, and he stabbed fiercely into his heart.

Clenched teeth and endured severe pain, Zhu Jiuyin slowly withdrew his two fingers.

Between his fingers was a drop of Shenhua’s piercing red blood.

Blood in the heart!

contains a wisp of candle dragon origin power.

Mo said that ordinary people, Rao is a land immortal like Qi Qingyan, and his eyes will be red when he sees it.

“Whew~”

let out a long breath to relieve the piercing pain of the cone.

After a few breaths, Zhu Jiuyin’s expression was grim, and he pointed fiercely, and punched the blood in his heart into Xiao Budian’s forehead.

It’s not about resurrecting Xiao Bu Dian .

To resurrect the dead is to act against heaven.

Far from Qi Qing’s stitching, small and incomplete soul can be compared.

Qi Qing sewed the corpse, but Yu Jiang opened a tributary.

And resurrecting the dead is equivalent to letting the rivers flow up to the sky.

When the sun rises in the east, it is daylight. When the sun sets in the west, it is night.

The water flows low, and the hundred rivers will return to the sea.

Birds are in the sky, walking the beasts.

The dead cannot be resurrected.

This is the law of heaven.

The rebel is in ashes.

……

The purpose of Zhu Jiuyin’s move was for Xiao Budian Dao.

Thousands of people and thousands of ways, such as Qi Qingyan, ten years to cultivate a life word, a hundred years to be a land immortal.

Some people cultivate immortals and seek the Dao for a lifetime, but they can be worthy of the nine-rank martial artist.

Xiao Bu was born with a sword fetus, even if it was not comparable to Qi Qingyan, it was not much worse.

But what about the next life? Talent

, qualification, root and bone understanding, will not be reincarnated with the soul.

The emperor in this life may become a beggar.

The blood of the heart seeps into the flesh and bones from the forehead and continues to penetrate the soul.

Changing everything from the inside out.

Two fingers are about to prick the second drop of blood from the heart.

But I listened to the click of Xiao Budian’s corpse, bursting out like a porcelain bottle with dense cracks.

“Can you only bear a drop~”

In a soft voice, Zhu Jiuyin bit his index finger and swiped it fiercely on his forehead.

Red blood is bright.

Like opening the eyes of the sky.

Zheng snorted.

A brilliant red glow shot out from the third eye of the forehead and pierced into the void.

Heaven and earth change color.

With a loud click, the void slowly cracked a gap.

Inside the gap, chaotic qi was raging.

A majestic pass looms.

The two stone doors are at the same level as the sky.

On it, the evil ghosts are hideous, the internal organs are wriggling, and the human muscles are bloody.

On the stone gate, three scarlet ancient characters were deeply embedded in the mountain, flowing with sticky blood.

It’s for the ‘ghost gate’.

The sun and the underworld are close at hand.

Two fingers pierced into the chest again.

Zhu Jiuyin waved his sleeve robe, a total of nineteen drops of heart blood, along the crack, floating into the netherworld.

The red glow was bright, and before the ghost gate closed, there were nineteen rounds of blazing sun.

Yangma.

Not the top of the mountain.

Zhu Jiuyin’s black hair flew, and his white clothes were soaked in blood.

“Five Ghost Emperor, Ten Temples Yan King. ”

With the hard work of Ru, the grace of all.” ”

The edict ordered the ghost door to open a line and let Chen Mengfei reincarnate.” ”

This reincarnation, without going through the judgment of the ten temple kings, not drinking Meng Po soup, is really against the heavens.

For a long time.

The ghost gate was silent inside.

Zhu Jiuyin raised his pupils.

“All kinds of cause and effect, add to my body!” In

the depths of the netherworld, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

“Only this once, not the next example. ”

It’s a woman.

With a rumbling sound, two stone doors opened a thin crack.

Nineteen drops of heart blood fish floated in and flew into the depths of the netherworld.

Without waiting for Zhu Jiuyin to summon a small soul body.

After the ghost door closed, a hideous evil ghost like a mountain and a sea suddenly spewed out.

Densely packed, the black pressure pressed a large area, straight to the sun.

Suddenly, the extremely restless picture suddenly froze.

Countless pairs of cruel and tyrannical blood-red eyes, through the cracks, stared at the stone statue of the young man standing on the top of the mountain.

After a brief dead silence.

Large swathes of the Black Sea are flowing backwards.

Countless demons screamed in horror and wanted to escape back to the netherworld, the farther away from the stone statue as possible.

……

A demon ghost, Zhu Jiuyin crushed to death at will.

The same goes for 10,000 demons.

But the evil spirits of the underworld are not more than billions.

With a sigh of relief, Zhu Jiuyin squatted down, and put his slender palm on the chest of Xiao Budian’s corpse.

Immediately, he pulled the little soul body out of the corpse.

Or the teenager.

Dressed in snow-white birthday clothes and shoes, he holds a string of bright red sugar gourds in his left hand.

“This is…” Zhu

Jiuyin Jian frowned slightly, carefully staring at the nine red fruits that seemed to be coagulated with blood, and looked at them for a long time.

Inside the red fruit, there are faint strands of mighty rhyme.

“That old man who sells sugar gourds…” Zhu

Jiuyin didn’t know what this string of sugar gourds was for, but it was definitely harmless to Xiao Bu.

“That old man, why should he be so nice

to Xiao Budian?!” Qi Qingyan used his finger bones as needles and the words of his life as a line to help Xiao Budian sew the corpse and sew the soul.

Avoid falling into the eighteenth level of hell or being beaten into the animal road.

I don’t pave the road with my heart’s work.

With nineteen drops of heart blood to bribe the Five Directions Ghost Emperor and the Ten Temples Yan King, so that Xiao Budian can not drink Meng Po soup without judgment, retain the memories of this life, and directly reincarnate.

Qi Qingqi is a half-division.

He is the master of the three prostrations and nine worships.

One day for the teacher and for the whole life for the father.

For the sake of not being small, Mo said that twenty drops of heart blood, a hundred drops are also willing.

Can…… What did that old man and Xiao Bu

do to the destiny? “Boom!” Zhu

Jiuyin thought carefully, and in the rumble, the ghost door was about to close.

……

PS: Chapter 2 around eleven, I as soon as possible.