God-Level Choice

Finally, Chu Feng spoke.

"That's all, let me give you some advice."

"Thank you, my lord!" Ye Dao kowtowed suddenly.

Chu Feng said calmly, "Although this shackle is locked in your body, it confines your mind. The Qing Lord didn't kill you, probably he saw some mystery. Your heart is dark, but it has not been destroyed. "

Ye Dao stopped kowtowing and bowed his head in silence.

"You can't see the shadow coming out of purgatory. It may be a horror, or it may be a repetition in people's hearts. But the Qing Lord is not interested in knowing it, and I will not explore it. It is your shadow, your lock .”

"If you step out, the shackles will break."

Finally, Chu Feng left. He waved his hand and walked very simply.

997 After a long time, Ye Dao got up from the ground.

His expression was worrying about gain and loss, and his spirit was a little trance. Words such as shackles, benevolence, and purgatory kept chanting in his mouth.

In the end, he smiled helplessly, looked at the disappeared Chu Feng's spot, and murmured: "Do you want me to solve it myself? Even a big bully can't help me?"

He recited the words again, finally closed his eyes, and lay down among the exotic flowers and plants again.

"If I walk out, will the shackles break?"

"But they are all dead, how can I step out? Alas!"

When Chu Feng left the valley (jcf), Mu Lingqing was already waiting outside.

Mu Lingqing was very curious about what Master and Chu Feng were talking about, but she didn't ask any more questions. After returning to the main domain of the gods, it was quiet.

Chu Feng didn't mean to leave the main God's Domain when he stepped down, so he walked around when he had nothing to do.

In the past few days, he gave the pot of Dao wine to the God Emperor who swept the floor, and also gave it to the groom's pot. Take out the gourd for a drink if you have something to do. Apparently only the gourd way of making wine

But it seems like you can never finish your drink.

In the evening, Lanting, the main domain of the gods.

Drinking alone, facing the Yunshen Prison, watching the sunset slowly fall.

Suddenly, a dry little laugh came from behind.

Chu Feng didn't look back. Hearing this, he didn't even stop lifting the gourd and drinking.

He took a sip and put his hands down.

"It's a bit unreasonable for you to just ask for a drink when you are so busy."

The words are calm and the people are calm.

While Chu Feng was speaking, he slowly turned his head away.

The newcomer I saw was a tall, thin man in a yellow robe and on crutches.

If you only look at the outline of its face, you will only feel that its popularity is extraordinary. But he should have been in Nuwa, but he described it as emaciated, like a thin god emperor, with a dying breath.

"Hehehe, hehehe," the thin God Emperor laughed. "When I was going down the Blue River, I heard that Chu's son was unique, so I made a special trip to visit him. If there is anything rude, I also want to meet Chu's son, Han Shenju."

The god emperor signed up as soon as he came up, and kept his attitude of visiting very low.

Chu Feng had already guessed his identity.

This person is already dead, and he could sense the purgatory atmosphere in the god emperor's body before he sneaked into the main god's domain. These purgatory smells mingled with his way like tarsal maggots, and even a self-destructive way was hard to eradicate.

This purgatory breath, when people are entangled, will be killed on the spot, only some people can suppress it in their own way.

For example, the father of the Blue River Blue Butterfly in front of him, and the Lord Blue River of Gu Xiuguo.

So he nodded lightly, pointed to the stone bench in the pavilion, and said: "Sit."

The Lord of the Blue River took the opportunity to sit down. .