My Darling Sick Beauty

Here is the bottom of the Styx.

The transparent barrier not only blocked those wandering evil spirits, but also blocked all contact with the outside world. The dark river Styx above his head is the best barrier.

The Lord of the Netherworld has been locked under the River Styx for thousands of years, so long that all walks of life have almost forgotten such a person. Only the long-established sects like the Four Immortal Sects, or the sacred beasts with inheritance like the True Monarch of the Demon Race, will know about the Netherworld.

Jiang Zheliu's health has not been very good these days, and he can hardly maintain his peace of mind. He raised his hand and touched the resurrection stone between his neck.

Tentacles are cold.

He gripped the pendant tightly, stabilized his mind, and looked into the distance.

Countless ghosts and ghosts are wandering outside. If you only rely on A Chu and Chang Gan, once the barrier is broken, it will be torn to shreds immediately.

And behind him, there is something worrying.

Although Zhu Wuxin was slapped by him, he was not angry at all, and to some extent, he was secretly excited by Jiang Ziliu's reaction.

"Senior brother." Zhu Wuxin said, "Don't think about that demon anymore, can you just stay with me? I used to be wrong, but I will take good care of you."

His thoughts went to the other extreme.

——Does it mean that as long as I kill them all, senior brother will belong to me alone?

Zhu Wuxin didn't say it, but gently grabbed his sleeve, "Brother, you can beat me and scold me, but don't ignore me."

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened them again, sighed, and said, "I don't understand more and more, what the **** are you thinking."

Zhu Wuxin was stunned for a moment, but refused to let go. The reason in his mind had long been shattered by Wutong's Qingshen, all of which were messy and indescribable thoughts. Some things, he wanted to explain to his senior brother slowly, and slowly let him understand him, but as soon as he saw Jiang Zhe Liu felt that it was too torturous to proceed step by step.

"Senior brother." Zhu Wuxin walked over to him and looked at his long, frosty hair from the side. He raised his hand and picked a trace of white hair between his fingers, "I really can't wait that long. I know. In fact, you still...still remember the past..."

He seemed to want to call him brother, but looking at his indifferent side face, he didn't say it directly, but turned a few steps and went around to his front.

"Senior brother... can you tell me what's so good about Wen Renye?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him silently, and after a while he said, "Do you like me?"

Zhu Wuxin was suddenly stunned, nodded blankly, then leaned over and tried to hold his hand: "Senior brother. Since you want to retire, I will definitely protect you..."

"I wish you no heart."

Jiang Zheliu rarely called him by his full name.

"What the **** is wrong with you?"

Jiang Zheliu withdrew his hand and stared at him blankly: "Young and self-willed, I know. I also know that I am jealous. But why do you have the courage to do such a thing?"

"Underworld, attacked and killed Suzaku, and trapped me in the cage at the bottom of the river. Stealing power and doing evil, using ghosts to possess this kind of magic, unleashing unforeseen scourges." Jiang Zheliu's words paused, "If it wasn't for you Every word and deed, the memory is still there, I have to suspect that you were usurped by the wandering spirit, are you really still my junior brother?"

Wish Wuxin was speechless.

"You said you liked me." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "But let me do this..."

Jiang Zheliu didn't say anything. He took a deep breath, pressed all the words back, walked to the edge of the barrier, and reached out to touch the transparent barrier.

The ink-colored bracelet on his wrist touched the barrier, lit up layer by layer, the seal script glowed brightly, and then fell silently.

Above is the River Styx, and it is normal that the news will not pass.

Although this was expected by Jiang Ziliu, he was still a little disappointed.

"It's useless." Zhu Wuxin stayed behind him, his voice changed little by little, it seemed to be much lower. "You can't get out."

Jiang Zheliu paused, turned to look at him for a while, and said, "...He Zunzhu."

A smile cracked on the familiar face.

"This little brat still loves you." He Suxi stretched out his hand and looked at the shiny ghost repair mark in his palm, then stretched lazily as if he had just woken up. "Senior, I finally came out to see, are you not welcome?"

Many years ago, when Jiang Zheliu rescued Jin Yujie, the overwhelming sword light almost broke one of the chains that bound him.

In fact, he is not very used to Zhu Wuxin's body. Under normal circumstances, ghost cultivators need to obtain the consent of the master, but just now, Zhu Wuxin's mind was shaken too much, and he was caught off guard by this fluctuation. When he woke up from his sleep, he opened his eyes and saw a snow-white back.

This little brat escaped too seriously. The last time He Suxi woke up in his body was killing the bird in the Wanling Palace. He had never woken up twice so often. He raised his hand and yawned sleepily, walked to Jiang Ziliu step by step, suddenly noticed something was wrong, and sniffed close to his shoulder.

... very fragrant.

what happened……

To a certain extent, the Netherworld is the place closest to the operation of the Heavenly Dao, where all the true spirits whose souls return to the heavens and the earth are accepted here, and these true spirits are reincarnated. This is an extremely important part of the natural operation. And none of these ghost cultivators have a physical body, and they feel much more with their souls than other species with bodies.

This kind of aroma is also too full, and the breath circulating in the other party's body all carries the wonderful fragrance of the celestial spirit body.

Jiang Zheliu took a half step back.

He looked at Zhu Wuxin's face, showing a completely different look from his junior brother, and those slightly childish eyes slowly turned iron gray.

"You..." He Suxi stopped talking and smiled, "No wonder this little brat hurts you."

He didn't give Jiang Ziliu a chance to speak.

The Netherworld lacks everything except chains.

A Chu was frightened for a whole day, and then saw that Zhu Wuxin, the bastard, forcibly hugged his immortal brother, and then simply got on the carriage, ignoring the two little demons in the car, and pressed him directly. On the bed, the chain clicked, and the bolt was firmly locked.

Jiang Zheliu was in a hurry and coughed with his head down for a long time. His mind was buzzing, and he could hardly hear the outside world. His hand was fastened to the bedpost by the cold chain, and he could only pull it out a short distance.

He Suzu sat in front of him, listened to his cough, and poured a cup of tea: "Don't run around, this child sacrificed a lot for you."

He handed the tea to Jiang Ziliu's eyes, and continued: "He doesn't even have the heart to let you lose a hair. He has to let me out. If you don't talk to the child, you'll get it."

Jiang Zheliu vaguely heard his last words. He lay on the bed and coughed. There was bright red blood on his lips.

He seemed to think that he was going to take the tea and deliver it to him, but was knocked out by the backhand.

The teacup shattered on the ground, cracked and shattered.

The iron-grey eyes of the other party turned to Jiang Ziliu, and stared at him for a while with a chill. He leaned down, raised his hand and pushed Jiang Zheliu's thin shoulder, his eyes stayed between the other's tightly closed eyes, staring at the pair of trembling eyelashes.

"Jiang Zheliu." He Suoxi lowered his head and took a deep breath between his neck, "What a pity, if I attack you, this little brat will definitely fight with me."

He just wanted to get out from under the Styx. There was no need to let the opportunity that he finally waited for come to an end. As long as he could get out, everything in the future would have a chance.

He just stretched out his hand and gently wiped the red blood from the other's lips.

"How did it become like this?" He Suxian held his chin and looked at him with a smile, "I remember that you were very powerful back then. Just a few more swords and you can let me out."

It was just the short stretch of road just now that Jiang Zheliu felt as if his whole body was crushed. After a long time, he regained his senses and glanced at him.

This old man is immortal.

Jiang Zheliu let out a breath slowly, and there was blood in his throat.

"...Go away."

He Suxi smiled, not angry. He seemed to be sleepy, sitting next to him with his chin closed and his eyes closed.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at A Chu and Chang Gan next to them, shook his head at them, motioned the two not to act rashly, then reluctantly got up, stepped back to the inside of the bed, leaned on the inside, and stretched out his hand to hold the pendant between his necks. .

Without this, he would not have enough lives to die.

Jiang Zheliu rubbed the resurrection stone, his eyes moved down, and he stopped on the Ling Xiao sword that was placed by the opponent's hand.

There was no moment when he could feel the pain of not being able to lift the sword so clearly, and there was no moment when he could so clearly realize that there was still something he couldn't bear, that he still wanted to live.

He has people he wants to be with.

————

boom -

The violent vibration swept away, and a figure was thrown away by more than ten meters, digging into the thick wall, making the crisp sound of bones shattering.

Blood spilled.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, dark and cold. The rich demonic energy enveloped the entire Wanling Palace, and many demon clans were stunned and timid.

Qing Lin got up from the dust and the cracked wall, raised her head and faced the pitch-black blade tip, the other side's icy blade almost touched the tip of her nose, and the demonic energy drew a tiny bloodstain.

Her pupils gradually became vertical pupils, and she glanced from bottom to top, looking at Wen Renye, who had a ferocious appearance and a violent aura in front of her. The opponent's bone armor and cloak were dripping with blood, and it seemed that he was already in a fierce battle. Now, the terrifying aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, and the realm is almost suppressed, and the thick killing intent is real. .

Qing Lin gritted his teeth and said, "As I said, he's not here. He left before last night."

Wen Renye did not speak.

Although he didn't say a word, the demonic energy in his body was so lethal that even when he wasn't targeted, it was frightening, not to mention at this moment.

Half of the demon's face was covered with bone armor, and the blood on it was meandering. The place where the right eye was was replaced by a dark purple gem, revealing part of the demon body. And the joints covered by the bone armor derived sharp bone spurs, shining with a cold light.

The breath of the ink bracelet is broken here.

He wasn't sure what was blocking the breath. Multiple enchantments, special substances, or complexly designed arrays? Or, it is the Wanling Palace in front of you.

The Wanling Palace is an inheritance of the demon clan, and it can block many magical instruments that collect information like ink bracelets.

When it comes to Jiang Ziliu's safety, it can destroy his sanity in an instant. Wen Renye's state is extremely wrong, his ability to think independently is about to be shattered, endless tyranny and anger occupy his mind, the knife in his hand is only an inch away, it will stab into the heart of the woman in front of him, and use her blood to kill him. Stay calm for now.

Above the Wanling Palace, the sky was dull and dull.

Just as the blade touched the scales on her chest, another streamer of light chased over from the demon world and collided with the edge of the black-colored long blade, so that the tip of the blade only pierced Qinglin's shoulder and cut off a few dragon scales. , without causing serious injury.

The stream of light dissipated, and Shi Binghen was half-kneeling on the ground to show his figure. Just when he hit the knife, he almost broke his arm in half. He raised his head and glanced at the lord, and his heart was about to end. Then he slammed on it, hugged Wen Renye's thigh and shouted, "You can't kill it, lord! Where do you go to find the demon queen!"

Perhaps the two "Queen of the Devils" still work. Wen Renye's gloomy purple eyes flickered for a moment, and the blood-stained ink knife in his hand was pierced into the ground by his backhand.

Shi Binghen's thumping little heart only put down a little bit, and then he saw sharp thorns begin to grow on the bone wings of the Lord. His heart suddenly tightened again, and he held his thigh tightly through his robe: "Honorable Lord! If you have something to say, don't let the prototype come out!! Jiang Xianzun will be afraid!!!"

The last sentence worked.

The sound of bone growth stopped, and there was silence.

Afterwards, the remaining seven or eight streamers also traveled from the Demon Realm and landed in the Ten Thousand Spirits Palace one by one. They all maintained a partially demonized state, parked behind Wen Renye, a room full of strange shapes and ferocious spirits, not like they came to find someone, like to kill someone.

This group of great demons looked at the lord in front of them and looked at each other a few times, but none of them understood what to do now, one by one they were foolish critics.

As Wen Renye's right-hand man, Shi Binghen was a bit brainy. He tentatively let go of his hand, slowly got up, reached out and shook his hand in front of the lord's dark purple eyes, and said: "Maybe this is really not what the Qinglong Zhenjun did, I saw the outside when I came here. The red prayer flags mean the death of True Monarch Suzaku... Of course, this is definitely not the one that you killed, but it's all at this time, there is no need for the demon world to toss anymore!"

Wen Renye turned his head slowly, staring at Shi Binghen.

The red-clothed devil swallowed his saliva, became impatient, and wrote casually: "What if the terrifying big devil used some strange method to rob people in the demon world? He did this just for the sake of Let's have a conflict with the demon world, it's better to kill the Qinglong Zhenjun by mistake..."

The more nonsense he talked, the smoother it became: "Yes, True Monarch Qinglong is a good friend of the Demon Empress. If she dies, the Demon Empress will definitely not forgive you. Honorable lord, we should think elsewhere. think!"

Wen Renye looked at him coldly: "Where?"

Shi Binghen got stuck for a moment, and he knew that all the royal family had this virtue, and once they got angry, they turned their IQ to their aggressiveness, like a furious lion, but they were so good at fighting that their danger was second only to the boundary membrane rupture.

"For example, for example... um, that, Jiang Xianzun has an ink bracelet to protect himself, and ordinary people can't get close to him, so don't worry..."

He really couldn't make it out, and then he felt a chill behind his back, and a blood-stained hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Shi Binghen was startled and heard Qing Lin's voice behind him.

"I thought you killed Liezhen."

Qinglin climbed up on the shoulders of the red-clothed demon, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his throat hoarse with the blood soaked: "But when Zhe Liu came to look at it, he said that the net fire bead was stained with the breath of the water of the Ming River. "

True Monarch Qinglong had a horn on his forehead, and his green eyes looked at him: "He came to prove your innocence."

Wen Renye was holding the long black knife, his fingers were clenched white, making the sound of bones rubbing, and his emotions were almost depressed to the extreme.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood between her lips, and the scales on her shoulders were stained with blood, but the dragon didn't seem to care, but said: "What does it seem like the Lord of the Netherworld is locked at the bottom of the Styx River? , that is an old ghost who has lived for a long time, only one step away from the reunion. It is said that his Dao seed was taken away by someone else, and that person locked the spirit of this old thing with a giant chain... We I feel that someone colluded with the Netherworld and attacked Suzaku in the way of ghost repair."

"I suspect," Qing Lin looked at him and said, "their target is not only Lie Zhen, but maybe Zhe Liu."

"That's right, right. Let's go to the Netherworld!" Shi Binghen hurried to remedy, "Well, I've seen it at the Zongsi Terrace. The Styx can also block the transmission of many treasures. We..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the lord in front of him draw his sword and turn around, still carrying the terrifying aura of the ultimate boss, ferociously using the escape technique to transform light, and flew past in front of him.

Before he could speak, seven or eight other idiots also disappeared in front of him.

Shi Binghen was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Our royal family can't fall in love, this is too deceiving..."

He turned his head and glanced at the Qinglong Zhenjun behind him, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to remedy the mistakes of the man in love, hehe smiled: "Zhenjun, is it inconvenient for me to go through the Wanling Palace? We have different positions. There is no way, I don't want to embarrass beautiful sister, you say right..."

Qing Lin held the sword in one hand and closed his eyes.

"Please."