long night walk

Chapter 819 I will not go to hell

The underworld flames are everywhere, and the curse has been fulfilled. All the disciples of Tianxi have the karma of the curse, and each of them seems to exude the smell of evil spirits.

He is like a road marking lamp in the night, exposed under the brilliant white night.

In the sea of ​​green fire and blood, evil ghosts crawled out of hell.

The unclean technique set up with the heart of the ghost king as a curse is enough to cause all the disciples of Tianxie to fall into the pain of hell in the mortal world.

Although this curse is not fatal, it is also very tormenting.

Junhe felt quite a headache, and he didn't have the time to continue to appease Ying Xiu, who was severely emotionally injured. The restart of Tianshan Sword Tomb was a very important matter, and he didn't know what happened for a while.

When he was about to leave with the suzerain and rush to Tianshan, his sleeves suddenly tightened, and when he looked back, he saw Ying Xiu's face was extremely pale, and he asked with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Eldest brother, are you still going to kill that corpse?" Devil, right?"

Jun He was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "Of all the laws in the world, only the Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue can arouse the consciousness of the Tianshan Sword Tomb. Just now I received the secret order of the sword from Master Ji Yan. He was actually the eldest princess. Come out, all the disciples of the sect must not hurt their lives..."

Having said that, Jun He suddenly stopped. He looked at Ying Xiu with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Speaking of this, in the Jiange, he mentioned his life experience, and the young master was also in the Jiange, but why didn't the young master mention his life experience?"

The hand holding his sleeve trembled, and Ying Xiu quickly retracted it.

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, but he pretended to be calm and said: "I... I was concentrating on studying the scriptures in the pavilion at that time, and didn't take that much into account."

Jun He didn't look suspicious, but just took a deep look at him, and said: "That's the end of the story, it's useless to say more, it's good for the young master to live here alone, and the young master has not been affected at all." Affected by the curse, I am afraid that the technique of falling into the abyss will not be able to hurt the young master, please allow Junhe to take a step ahead."

After Junhe left, Yingxiu slumped on the ground speechless and looked at the surging sea of ​​blood with a silly expression, and countless bones and souls rolled out.

Evil ghosts do a hundred things, thousands of poisons penetrate their bodies, suffering in animals, offering their bodies to the mouths of many people, eating grass under heavy loads, the suffering is innumerable.

This picture makes the legendary ghost hell into a concrete world.

Such a horrifying sight of a curse came across Tianxie, but no one paid any attention to it.

Because the restarted Tianshan is obviously more important than this hell-ridden curse.

Everyone frantically rushed towards the east.

Ying Xiu stood up with difficulty while supporting the huge and cold mountain monument. He casually summoned a piece of talisman paper and turned it into a dagger, and used the blade of the sword to separate his palm without giving up.

The incision was extremely deep, and blood flowed out slowly, but it was far from the amount of blood that an ordinary person should bleed.

The blood in his body seemed to be limited. The blood in the deep wound flowed for a moment, but soon stopped, and the wound dried up and turned into old gray blood.

Ying Xiu lowered his head and stared blankly. The sword's edge pressed against the wound again, cutting deeper.

He pulled the qi and blood in his body to condense into the palm of his hand, and the blood finally gushed out like a river.

A small pool of blood quickly condensed on the ground, and the ghost crawled out of the sea of ​​flames, lying greedily on the ground and sucking the blood on the ground.

The evil spirits smelling the smell of blood also came one after another, like a large dense patch of locusts swimming crazily in the direction of Ying Xiu.

Finally, the blood stopped dripping, and the rolled up bright red wound turned ashes at the speed of the naked eye, and the texture of the old talisman paper gradually spread out on the skin of the palm, spreading inch by inch.

Seeing this weird scene, Ying Xiu grinned silently, he held his cheek, smiled and his shoulders trembled.

After getting the truth confirmed by himself, the last illusion held in Ying Xiu's heart was completely shattered.

Compared to those skeletons crawling out of the abyss of flames.

this moment.

He is more like a ghost who will never be reborn.

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and it was getting darker and darker. The wind became more and more bleak, and the sound of devil's cry echoed between the heaven and the earth.

Ying Xiu lowered his hands wet with tears, and his gaze fell far away on the majestic Tianshan Mountains in the distance.

The mountains rise from the rivers and lakes, and the world returns to peace.

"It's so dazzling..."

That miracle, that glory, that dignity, is dazzling and far away.

Ying Xiu's eyes were red, and the dark ink color gradually smeared in the pupils, and a gloomy color was thickly cut out.

The reflection of the bone ghost that is getting closer and closer is reflected in the eyes, and the flickering eyes are like will-o'-the-wisps at night, without the slightest emotion that a human should have.

Some are just calm and hopeless.

"They're all liars."

He murmured, indifferent to the evil spirits that gathered around him, allowing them to tear and pull his body.

The billowing sea of ​​flames engulfed his body bit by bit.

The whole person seemed to be trapped in a quagmire with no way out, and sank little by little.

Between the body, the skin that belongs to humans spreads inch by inch into the texture of old talisman paper, like dust and frost on a stone platform, an indescribably miserable color.

"It's all fake, a liar full of lies."

Junhe said that he should live after the death of the prince.

His birth is predicated on the death of that person.

However, why did the evil spirits who were supposed to die in hell creep back into the world?
Ying Xiu slowly lowered his head in a dazed and gloomy manner, watching those densely crawling towards him, the evil spirits who wished to devour his flesh and bones, regarded him as the spider's thread hanging down to hell.

Once the finger touched his body, it seemed to grow on his body in an instant, and it was firmly grasped to death!

Watching this scene, the whites of Ying Xiu's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and there was a hint of questioning and puzzlement in his eyes.

Since the dead are dead, why crawl back?

There is no place for you evil spirits in the world, why did you appear in his world to deprive him of the meaning of life.

He looked at his mottled paper body.

What is the prince of Zhongyou, what is the young master of Tianxie, what is the third son of heaven.

The honor and pride of the past are but the cornerstone for today's destruction.

It's ridiculous that he has been clinging to and fighting for the life and suffering that don't belong to him all his life.

It turned out that from the day he was born, he was doomed to be deeply trapped in the cage of hypocrisy and premature death, and would not die well.

That sword thought deceived everyone, but it couldn't deceive him.

Taishang Daoqing Sword Art can restart the consciousness of Tianshan, and the answer of the son of the eldest princess is also reasonable.

But what Ying Xiu saw was not only the miracle of the Tianshan Sword Tomb.

The Suzaku Qin, the Devil Weeping Bead, the Xiyu Yin Flute, as well as the cunning talent that is too ordinary, and the heroic spirit Hong Ying who is his Xu Ziyin, the last will to submit to that boy before his death...

All kinds of things are enough to prove that the young man is inextricably linked with 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, the Prince of Zhongyou, Ying Xiu, got his broken and mottled memories from the almost charity of others.

He didn't know how to compose the music and the Xi Yu Yin Flute, and he couldn't fully control Xu Yin Hongying. What he couldn't do, that young man could always do it easily.

For a while, Ying Xiu gradually couldn't tell who was in hell between himself and him.

A fake prince who is rich in gold on the outside, but empty and rotten on the inside.

A true young master who returned from Nirvana and created miracles.

He's from hell, there's always one... time to go to hell.

Suddenly endless sadness and grievances slowly floated up in his heart, and Ying Xiu suddenly felt a trace of boredom that he had never experienced before.

He lowered his head, his cloudy pupils reflected the shadows of thousands of ghosts, he covered his mouth nervously, and uttered pitiful words like a dying old man:
"Being in the world is like going to hell. It turns out that what I thought was the limit at the beginning is just the starting point for others. How ironic..."

"In this case, it's better to fall into the abyss together."

Ying Xiu's eyes gradually showed great horror, but he did not shrink back and break free from this boundless sea of ​​suffering.

He held a hand that was delivered from the bones of the evil ghost, and held it tightly, walking slowly in the sea of ​​suffering.

The fire of karma burns the body, and the ghosts tear each other.

He exhausted his life's courage to go to the hell of death.

"Eldest brother said, I can't hurt your life, but I... want to try."

"This time, I will go to hell for you."

In the faint sea of ​​flames, a green lantern glowed with cold light.

He has been the Prince of Zhongyou for 200 years, so of course he knows all kinds of legends about the Secretary of the Nether Palace and the Taiyin Emperor like the back of his hand.

There is a ghost king's heart sealed in this lamp.

The king of ghosts was born in an impure world, and he was dominated by the filth in the place where the Buddha was not free from the catastrophe of redemption.

The greatest merit of the Taiyin Emperor in achieving the body of the Immortal is to recover the impure world, open up the Nine Nether Palaces with one hand, set up the Yanjun Palace, and establish reincarnation.

Under such great achievements, millions of years have passed, but the ghost king's heart is as difficult to save as the legendary undead king.

It can only be used to suppress and not destroy.

Ying Xiu came to the green lantern, and the ghosts who were tearing his bones around him seemed to be extremely afraid of the breath coming out of the blue lantern, and refused to go forward.

He glanced at the half bone palm that was still clenched tightly in his hand, and sneered expressionlessly.

After throwing down the broken bone palm, he looked at the faintly burning green lamp, and said in a slow and indifferent tone with despairing eyes:
"I'm neither a human nor a ghost, but since I was able to walk in front of you, it's more or less because of the thin Zhongyou blood in my body.

Although you have been dead for millions of years, I believe that an ancient existence like you, even if there is only one heart left at this moment, can still have self-awareness. "

The green lantern burned faintly without a candle, and a cold and huge consciousness slowly spread out, making Ying Xiu feel as if he was facing an abyss. It was an extremely familiar meaning of death.

Ying Xiu's face was pale, and under the cover of that consciousness, the despair and demons in his heart spread like a spider's web.

He seemed to be trapped in a horrible dream.

But he still tremblingly grasped the spider silk thread leading to hell.

His fingers touched the cold glass on the surface of the green lamp.

At the same time, he expressed an unusually firm awareness to the blue lantern.

"Crack..."

There was a crisp crack.

The thin and light surface of the lamp is covered with countless fine ice cracks.

The corner of Ying Xiu's mouth curved into a cold and crazy arc.

At least, this little, almost pitiful bloodline is not fake.

The only thing in the world that can unlock the seal of this lamp is the blood of the members of the Zhongyou royal family. If not, even the emperor himself will not be able to unlock the lamp.

It is precisely because of this that the Taiyin Emperor was able to leave this lamp to the world with such confidence.

It's just that the Taiyin Emperor, his nominal grandfather, has never seen half of his Yingxiu in his eyes.

He has been in the WTO for 200 years, and it was only tonight that he was lucky enough to see the real face of the great emperor.

People who are ignored on weekdays, at this time, naturally don't bother to remember them.

Ying Xiu shattered the blue lamp effortlessly, but the mottled and shattered body of the lamp did not dissipate, entrenched in circles around the ghost king's heart like fireflies.

Ying Xiu took out the green heart that had only been beating weakly for a long time, put it into his mouth like eating an apple, chewed slowly, his chin was dripping with blood.

Against that handsome and clear face, it couldn't be said to be weird and gloomy.

He ate a whole heart slowly, raised his head and laughed almost madly: "I'm full, and it's time to go on the road."

Ten thousand hectares of flames dried up in an instant.

Only a large stretch of endless gray land was left, and all the white bones were gone, only the endless black jackdaws circling around.

Ying Xiu wiped his bloody chin and lips as if nothing had happened. He sat on a hill overlooking the world shrouded in clouds and mists. He slowly raised one arm and said, "It's time for dinner."

The sky and the earth suddenly went dark, hundreds of millions of stars were hidden under the cover of thick clouds, and even the cold moon above the sky became pale and cold like a wandering soul floating in the sky.

The ground under his feet arched countless soil bags, and the soil bags were endless, like a torrential rain approaching a city, and in a blink of an eye, they quickly spread over the mountains and rivers.

Bai Lian, who was standing on the top of the mountain, suddenly frowned. He looked down at the trembling Yin flute 'Fuji' at his waist, his calm gaze gradually became colder, but his expression did not change much in surprise.

Suddenly, the sword sounded.

Bai Li'an lightly pressed the jade flute with his palm, put the shaman into his sleeve, and hid it, looking back at the excited and fanatical Sword Master Yu.

And Sword Master Yu was also staring at him firmly.

For a moment, it felt like a world away.

"Tianshan restarts, I wonder what the suzerain thinks?"

Seeing Bai Lian's calm and calm appearance, he felt proud and honored for restarting Tianshan Mountain. This attitude of calm water gradually stabilized Sword Master Yu's surging mind.

"This seat... can't understand."

Why can the Tianshan Sword Tomb, which has lost the sword soul and cut off contact with the supernatural world, still be able to transform into a spirit.

Bai Lian shook his head and said: "Leave this matter aside for the time being, the suzerain only needs to know that the danger of Tianshan Mountain has been lifted, next..."

"Next?" Sword Master Yu didn't understand what could be more important than the future of the Tianshan Sword Tomb?
Bai Lian pointed to the land far away, and said: "Next, the suzerain might as well think about how to solve the disaster of the Great Qin Dynasty?"

The north wind suddenly picked up, blowing a gust of gloomy and bone-chilling wind.

(End of this chapter)