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

Not under the mountain.

Inside the Netherworld Abyss.

The little whirlwind stood upright like a person, holding an iron sword red as blood with a pair of front paws, and fiercely stabbed into the body of Lan Xiang’s soul that emitted a cold shimmer.

“Ah!” the

girl screamed heartbreakingly.

“About three hours, Ming’er will give you a day off, and the day after tomorrow I will stab you.” Talking

to himself, Little Whirlwind pulled out his iron sword and came to the soul body of Lan Father Lan Mu.

“Which one to stab first? It’s so tangled~”

Just when the little whirlwind hesitated, a long roar suddenly fell above his head.

In

an instant, the heavens and the earth trembled, and countless rubble quickly rolled down.

“Master?!”

the little whirlwind jerked up the rat’s head.

The two red mouse eyes suddenly contracted.

What comes into view is half a huge face crowded into the night.

Outside the underworld, between heaven and earth.

A giant stood up.

Feet on the earth, blue on the head.

Embrace Buzhoushan into your arms.

The Dharma Heaven and Earth, like Shinto and the Birth of the Dead Realm, are all ancient divine skills.

The giant leaned over slightly and slowly stretched out his two arms.

With a wave of his arm, an endless rain of brilliant red light spilled, and the view from a distance was like two raging seas of fire.

“Boom!” Through

the crack, Fa Xiang’s two palms probed from the Yang into the Hades, and landed heavily on the two stone doors that were as high as the sky.

At the peak of Buzhou Mountain, Zhu Jiuyin withdrew his gaze and looked at the little Budian soul body that was close at hand.

There was a warm smile at the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Budian’s soul body had just been created by a drop of heart blood, so unlike those people in the depths of the Netherworld, it was so ethereal that it almost collapsed.

It is incomparably solid, like a living person, visible and touchable.

It’s just that in those eyes, there is no spirituality as a human being, only chaotic confusion.

Zhu Jiuyin opened his arms and wanted to hug Xiao Bu Dian one last time.

It’s a pity that the arms pass through.

With a gloomy face, Zhu Jiuyin was about to sigh, but his expression was suddenly startled.

It was obviously just a chaotic soul body, and there was not a trace of spiritual wisdom to speak of.

Ran Xiao Budian actually raised his arm and handed the string of crystal jade bright brown sugar gourds to Zhu Jiuyin’s eyes.

The red fire that flowed with gold and blood burned the tears into white smoke.

Zhu Jiuyin stretched out his slender palm and gently covered half of Xiao Budian’s cheek.

“Apprentice, the hour has come~”

The words fell, and Zhu Jiuyin pointed to Xiao Bu’s forehead.

In the click, the two giant arms of the law phase were shattered.

Xiao Budian heard the call from the netherworld, slowly turned around, his steps were stiff, and he walked towards the direction of the ghost gate little by little.

Zhu Jiuyin also followed suit, sending Xiao Bu the last ride.

“Boom~”

Fa Xiang’s arms shattered, and his body was scattered as a rain of stars full of mountains and rivers.

Xiao Budian just walked into the crack and came to the ghost gate closed.

Click.

That line is getting thinner and thinner.

At the top of Buzhou Mountain, Zhu Jiuyin resolutely stretched out his arm and landed on the two stone doors.

In just a moment, the two arms crackled.

Countless blood vessels burst, spilling large tracts of red blood.

The bones are even more crunching.

It seems to be against the sky on both sides.

Looking at the motionless Xiao Budian, Zhu Jiuyin drank loudly.

“Chen Mengfei, the avenue is at your feet, go

!” “Go forward, keep walking, don’t look back!” The

young man in a white birthday robe and holding a sugar gourd seemed to have heard it.

Immediately take a big stride and go straight to Hades.

“Click~”

All the bones in both arms were crushed fractures.

With a bang, Zhu Jiuyin fell face down and fell to the ground.

Raise your head with difficulty.

At the last glance, it was a small smile in his eyes.

With a click, the two stone doors closed completely.

The ghost gate closed the small smile and locked it in the netherworld forever.

The chaotic qi pervaded, and the cracks gradually disappeared.

In Zhu Jiuyin’s ears, the sound of the master still echoed.

……

Following.

It wasn’t until the scorching sun rose and Zhu Jiuyin, whose face was as white as paper, that he jumped from the top of Buzhou Mountain with Xiao Budian’s corpse.

Gently putting the body into the golden silk nan wooden coffin, Zhu Jiuyin looked around, and there was no trace of the string of sugar gourds.

The living cannot touch the things of the underworld, and the soul cannot touch the flowers, trees, and stones of the sun.

This is the yin and yang separation.

“That string of sugar gourds can ignore yin and yang!” Zhu

Jiuyin narrowed his crimson pupils.

……

At noon, the blazing sun hangs high in the heart of the sky.

In the Xia’s restaurant in the small town, the old willow head who sells sugar gourds in Sword Washing Alley is sitting in danger.

After a while, the female shopkeeper came to the living room from the backyard with plates.

With two clicks, he directly smashed a bowl of Yangchun noodles and a bowl of Laba porridge on the square table.

Old Willow looked up at the female treasurer.

About two decades, the green silk is tied into a long ponytail, and a white and flawless paper lotus flower is pinned to the left ear.

The figure is slim, the ice muscle is jade, and the face is very beautiful.

“Look at your ancestors?”

“Then the old lady gouged out both of your eyes and stuffed them in your mouth.” The

female treasurer gave the old willow a fierce glance, and immediately pulled out the jade-mouthed dry cigarette stick inserted in her waist.

Crouch on the bench, light it and take a sharp breath, comfortably exhaling a large smoke ring.

“How many years have it been since you can’t change this stinky temper

?” “Also, is this bowl of Laba porridge free?”

asked the old willow head with a smile.

The woman rolled her eyes and said with disgust: “There is no cause and effect, there is not a trace of anything, although drink.” ”

Drink can’t kill you!”

Laba saved a bowl of Laba porridge, and the corners of Old Liu Toule’s mouth were almost to the root of his ear.

Looking at a small spoonful of the old willow who chewed slowly and swallowed, the female treasurer was puzzled: “You are so afraid of cause and effect, why would you rather lose the nine-hundred-year life yuan and help that little ghost in Wuyi Lane?” ”

The four of us came here to this world, what is the purpose, you won’t forget, right?”

“The death of mortals, in our eyes, is nothing more than a withering leaf.”

“The death of Qingping Manzhen is only a few dead leaves.

The old willow head whispered, “The festival of sacrifice has been going on for hundreds of years.

“There were hundreds of thousands of people living and dying in the town, and only that child alone spent nine days, a total of eighty-one hours.

“No, it’s ninety hours.

“Besides, nine hundred years of life is a fart for us, and we can’t take a nap.” The

female treasurer said worriedly, “But that little ghost is his apprentice after all.” Your good causes may not bear good fruit.

The old willow head said disdainfully: “What if it can’t bear good fruits, he can still pull down his face, and bully the small with the big ~

” The girl: “……”

……

Wei capital, imperial city.

Towards the sky and underground.

In a dark room, an old man dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe was staring intently at the Qi Luck Lotus Pool in front of him.

But I saw nine golden lotuses of qi luck, one after another, slowly withering and dying.

Until the end, only three flowers remained.

Watching the smoke-filled pool of luck pool water gradually sinking, Lao Dao’s eyes were gloomy and terrifying.

The thin palm swiped the void in front of him.

A picture jumps into view.

Looking at the three icy pupils of the person in the painting that were as painted as an abyss, Lao Dao gritted his teeth, “Qi Qingyan, it’s you again

!” “No~” Lao Dao frowned, “The culprit is not Qi Qingyan

~” “The person who really cut off my Great Wei Qi luck, who is sacred?!”

“Even the art of divine appearance can’t be revealed~”

The old man’s heart surged.

“Who is estimated to be the same as Qi Qingyan, he is also a land immortal. ”

I can’t beat half of them, let alone talk about two of them~” The

old man finally came to the wall.

Bite your index finger and write two large characters on the wall.

It is for ‘asking the heart’.

“Cultivation is strong and weak, but human nature is not!” ”

Hehe~”

In a low laugh, the old man took a few steps back.

Staring at the blood word, extremely satisfied.

The candle flame slammed the shadow of the old road against the wall, and it was majestic.

……

Zhu Jiuyin carried the coffin, and Tsing Yi carried the tombstone.

The small funeral is not shabby.

Tsing Yi burned two sacks of paper money, almost causing a fire in Peach Blossom Forest.

After the funeral, Zhu Jiuyin and Tsing Yi separated at the covered bridge outside the town.

After returning to Mount Buzhou.

Zhu Jiuyin sat under the two peach trees on the edge of the cliff, staring into the distance.

On his knees, a long sword lay horizontally.

Exactly red blood.

Before going down the coffin, Zhu Jiuyin thought about it, and finally took out the red blood.

The wind blows white clothes like snow.

Zhu Jiuyin looked serene.

Under the blue sky, a few sparrows suddenly flew by.

Zhu Jiuyin didn’t know what year and month Xiao Budian would return to Buzhou Mountain.

Maybe it’s the spring of ten years from now.

Maybe it’s spring twenty years from now.

Zhu Jiuyin hoped that the grass would grow and the warblers would fly that spring.

Hopefully, the day of the reunion was sunny.

Under the witness of green mountains and green water, blue sky and white clouds.

In the warm spring breeze, he would give Xiaobu a bear hug.

“Little no, goodbye~”

….

PS: Asuka chapter ending, Ming’er Cangxue chapter.