I have a promise with the beauty

"You're dying."

Old Man Tianyue was sprayed with blood by the old man, but he remained calm. For a being like them who was the strongest back then, he was indifferent to everything, especially life and death, and he did not wipe off the blood on his face, hehe.

He said: "Your life span is over, no wonder you are so anxious to pass the inheritance to Yang Qingshan."

"Haha, you see? It doesn't matter. Although the belief in death is very powerful, without the balance of belief in life, although you are still alive, you will become like those little skeletons outside, and you will be a walking zombie forever."

"Really? Yang Qingshan happens to have faith in life and the law of life."

"I can see it, so that kid is very lucky. After I die, please give him the rest of the inheritance." The old man smiled bitterly, took out a jade tablet and gave it to the old man Tianyue, then smiled and relaxed in the darkness.

Slowly disappear.

Old man Tianyue is a little lonely. He is a spiritual person in his heart. If the Tianyue sword is not damaged, he can still come out to breathe and talk. However, the old man in front of him has already emerged and left this world.

"Hey, is there any eternal life?" Old Man Tianyue sighed longly, exhaled, created a fake Yang Qingshan, and then quietly hid in the corner, waiting for Yang Qingshan to be resurrected.

One hundred days is neither long nor short, as if all the little skeletons had forgotten that they had imprisoned a person, and no one cared about Yang Qingshan's life or death. Until Yang Qingshan opened his eyes, it seemed that

As if a thousand years had passed, the body was filled with deathly light. Through the railing, I saw a fake Yang Qingshan, and then looked into the darkness in the corner.

Old man Tianyue came out covered in blood, stared at Yang Qingshan and asked: "Alive or dead?"

"It should be...alive." Yang Qingshan said doubtfully, the light of death in his body changed, and a light full of vitality appeared.

"It's done." Old Man Tianyue smiled, threw out a jade plaque and said, "This is what the old man left for you."

"He...has become a feather?"

"Well, it's the same day, but his life span is over. You don't have to be too sad. Who can live without death?" said the old man Tianyue.

"I'm not sad at all, because the old man still has a clone. After the master dies, the clone is the master." Yang Qingshan said nonchalantly: "It's just that the master is so powerful..."

"Hey, what about the strong strength?" Old Man Tianyue jumped on Yang Qingshan's shoulder, his whole body shook, and the blood on his body condensed into a crystal clear blood-colored orb: "Take it, this is what your old man left for me.

The blood and essence in your body can save your life if necessary."

"How much power can it block?"

"Golden Immortal Nine Heavens once, eight Heavens twice, and so on, one Heaven can block nine times."

"Bull." Yang Qingshan said in surprise, watching the blood droplets condense on the palm of his right hand.

Wow...

Footsteps came out of the cell, and the old man Tianyue disappeared as quickly as possible. Yang Qingshan raised his hand and smashed the fake Yang Qingshan. Then he suppressed the light on his body and sat on the ground, staring out half dead.

.

What appeared outside was Little Skeleton. This little master, with two old skeletons, stared at Yang Qingshan curiously.

"who?"

"Little Master, the human being captured a hundred days ago."

"I forgot again." The little master said a little depressed: "Why did you bring me here?"

"Sacrifice to heaven, earth, and ancestors."

"Oh... we have to offer sacrifices again. There is no response every time when offering sacrifices. What happened?" Little Skull was a little confused. He tilted his head and stared at Yang Qingshan, and suddenly laughed: "It's cooked."

"Little Master, sacrifice is important."

"Forget it." Little Skull said sadly, turned and left the cell.

Yang Qingshan was taken to the top of the back mountain outside the city by more than a hundred little skeletons. At a glance, he saw an altar and a huge cauldron. The cauldron seemed to be a teppanyaki. The skeletons tied Yang Qingshan with a black

Chains and countless charms were locked on the altar.

Yang Qingshan didn't take his situation to heart, but old man Tianyue seemed to be very interested in sacrifices. He said that this sacrifice was not a sacrifice to heaven and earth, but an altar for practice, maybe because of the hell.

The little skeleton was born with forgetfulness, and he had even forgotten the function of the altar, which actually gave Yang Qingshan an advantage.

A gust of dark wind blew, and Yang Qingshan was startled by several powerful beings. He tilted his head and looked at tens of thousands of small skeletons pouring in outside the altar. The skeleton walking in the front had definitely reached the level of surprise, and he looked with worry on his face.

Wearing a small skull.

"Little Master, you have to sacrifice again."

"Yeah, why do I forget after every sacrifice? If I hadn't forgotten, I would definitely regain my original strength. Can anyone tell me what happened when I was alive?" the little master said melancholy.

"This... you are being hunted."

"Really? Being hunted? Who?"

"A crazy old man, but it seems he should have died a hundred days ago."

"Retribution, you will die if you dare to chase me." The young master said with a proud smile, looking at Yang Qingshan with eyes filled with evil thoughts.

"Is this grandson really the body of the demon king's brother?" Yang Qingshan asked the old man Tianyue in his heart.

"That's all your old man said." Old Man Tianyue also looked suspicious: "The Demon King doesn't have three heads."

"Maybe he turned around and went to hell? That's why he has three heads."

"Yes, boy, you are still very smart sometimes, but don't you feel hot?" said the old man Tianyue.

"Is it really Teppanyaki? Am I a piece of meat?" Yang Qingshan opened his eyes and sat up innocently. The chains and charms on his body were broken into pieces, and he looked at the surprised little skull.

"Some people say you are a demon king, do you know?" Yang Qingshan asked tentatively.

The sacrifice was interrupted by Yang Qingshan's sudden move. Little Skull tilted his three heads at the same time and said weakly: "I don't remember."

"That's right, think about it, I am Yang Qingshan." Yang Qingshan pointed at his nose and said.

"Yang Qingshan? Who? You don't know him."

"Of course you don't know me. You met me once when your soul turned around. We are brothers."

"Brother? I have no brothers, I am an orphan."

"That's right, I am your brother." Yang Qingshan said nonchalantly.

"My brother? But you are human."

"Humans and people from hell are originally one family, you just forgot." Yang Qingshan said bitterly and with deep hatred.

"Yang Qishan, stop playing with fire." Old Man Tianyue warned.

"Little Master, when you were chased by that old man 200,000 years ago, you said that you were the Demon King." A skeleton of a powerful golden immortal wearing armor said respectfully.

"Me? Demon King? This is hell. There should be a Demon King, but I am not a Demon King." Little Skull said stubbornly.

Because of Yang Qingshan's troubles, a debate began below the altar that Little Skull was the Demon King. The elders began to tell Little Skull the legend of the Demon King. They completely forgot about Yang Qingshan on the altar, but the flames under the altar were still burning, cooling down a little.

No, Yang Qingshan's whole body was steaming, and the sacrifice started to move on its own.

"Damn it, if my brother is cooked, I will eat you all." Yang Qingshan muttered in his heart, and lay down again, thinking that this altar was originally used for cultivation, and maybe the Teppanyaki below was not used to burn people.

Rather, it’s for practice? A torturous trial.

Slowly closing his eyes, Yang Qingshan carefully felt the changes in temperature and found that the fiery temperature was not hot, but a strange coldness. It was bone-chilling at the moment of the outbreak, but when it burned to the altar, it was

It's already boiling hot.

"This is a part of hell. It should have been torn out when hell collapsed. If I guessed correctly, this place was taken away by the Demon King when he escaped from hell, and was brought to the secret realm of the passing starry sky."

Old Man Yue said speculatively.

"What you said seems to make sense. Did the Demon King really come out of hell?" Yang Qingshan asked doubtfully, feeling a sense of death belief from the teppanyaki. He quickly shut his mouth and silently swallowed this powerful force.

With the power of faith, the broken arm also accelerated its growth.

"Haha, according to the classics, the first time the Demon King appeared was in hell. The hell was still complete at that time, but there was chaos. It was the Demon King who gathered the power of hell with one person, and was finally killed by Shennong.

, in the next hundreds of thousands of years, the Demon King will always appear in different places, and the Demon King will become more powerful each time."

"Demon King." Yang Qingshan's heart moved and he turned to look at the little skeleton who was still tilting his head.

"Ah, I remembered." Little Skull suddenly exclaimed, and the altar suddenly became quiet.

Little Skull looked at Yang Qingshan and asked: "Have we met before?"

"I've seen it."

"I remember... not long ago..." Little Skull said hesitantly: "We met in the secret realm in the sky, where I was most recently transformed."

"Not bad." Yang Qingshan sat up suddenly and looked at Little Skull in surprise.

The originally empty eye holes of the little skull became brighter and brighter, erupting with unimaginable power. The six eyes on the three heads emitted light that penetrated the sky and the earth. Streams of light appeared from the sky. After circulating for a while, they seemed to have found something.

Home, flew towards Little Skull in a swish, and got into Little Skull’s eyes.

"My king..." An elder suddenly shouted excitedly, knelt on the ground and began to worship.

As more and more skeletons kneel on the ground to worship, an increasingly powerful belief in death appears in this small city.

Yang Qingshan stood up and looked at the little skeleton with some confusion. He saw that the skeleton on his body gradually grew flesh and blood. In a short period of time, a newborn appeared in everyone's eyes. With the stream of light falling from the sky,

More and more, Little Skull's body began to grow, and the process of turning a child into an adult was underway.

"ah……"

When Little Skull fully grew up, his three heads turned into one, and Yang Qingshan suddenly woke up with a pair of bright eyes. Finally, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he burst into laughter.

"Yang Qingshan, I knew we would meet again."