My Darling Sick Beauty

This is the bottom of the Styx.

The transparent boundary not only blocks the wandering ghosts, but also blocks all the external connections. The dark river Styx above is the best barrier.

The Lord of the nether world has been locked under the river Styx for thousands of years, so long that all walks of life almost forget such a person. Only a sect like the four immortals, which has been established for a long time, or a holy beast with inheritance like the true king of the demon clan, will know about the underworld.

Jiang Zheliu's health is not very good these days. He can hardly keep calm. He raised his hand and touched the resurrection stone between his neck.

The tentacles are cold.

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

Countless ghosts and ghosts are wandering outside. If they only depend on achu and changqian, the border will be torn to pieces as soon as it is broken.

And behind him, there is something that is not easy to worry about.

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

"Elder martial brother." Zhu Wuxin said, "don't think about that demon any more. Can you just accompany me? I used to be wrong, but I'll take good care of you. "

His thoughts went to another extreme.

——Is it true that as long as I kill them all, elder martial brother will belong to me?

Zhu Wuxin didn't say it, but gently pulled his sleeve, "elder martial brother, you can beat me and scold me, but don't ignore me."

Jiang Zheliu closed her eyes and opened them again. She sighed and said, "I don't understand more and more. What are you thinking?"

Zhu Wuxin was dazed, but he refused to let go. The reason in his mind has long been broken by Wutong's affections. It's all a mess of ideas that are hard to describe. He wants to explain some things to his elder martial brother slowly and let him understand him. But when he sees Jiang Zheliu, he thinks that it's too torturous to go step by step.

"Elder martial brother." Zhu Wuxin came to him and looked at his long, frosty hair from the side. He raised his hand and picked a little bit of white hair between his fingers. "I really can't wait that long. I know you still... Remember the past... "

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

"Elder martial brother... Can you tell me what's good about Wen Ren ye?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him silently. After a while, he said, "do you like me?"

Zhu Wuxin was stunned. He nodded in a daze. Then he came close to him and tried to hold his hand: "elder martial brother. Since you want to retire, I will protect you... "

"I wish you nothing."

Jiang Zheliu seldom calls his full name that way.

"What's wrong with you."

Jiang Zheliu took back his hand and stared at him without expression: "I know I'm young and willful. I'm jealous of the good and the good, and I know that. But why do you have the courage to do such a thing? "

"I'm trapped in the cage at the bottom of the river. Stealing power, doing evil, and using ghosts to cultivate one's own body will bring out unexpected disasters. " Jiang Zheliu said, "if it wasn't for your words and deeds, and the memory is still there, I would suspect that you were usurped by wandering souls. Are you really my younger martial brother?"

I wish you have no intention to speak.

"You say you like me." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "but let me..."

Jiang Zheliu didn't go on. He took a breath, pressed all the words back, turned to the edge of the border, and reached out to touch the transparent border.

The ink bracelet on his wrist touched the border, lit up layer by layer, and the seal script gave out a bright luster, and then fell quietly.

It's the river Styx. It's normal that the news can't get through.

Although this was expected by Jiang Zheliu, he was still disappointed.

"It's no use." Zhu Wuxin stayed behind him, his voice changed little by little, and seemed to be a lot hoarse“ You can't get out. "

He turned his eyes and looked at him for a long time. He said: "he Zunzhu."

There was a smile on the familiar face.

"The little boy still loves you." He opened his hand, looked at the shining ghost repair mark in his palm, and then stretched lazily as if he had just woken up“ Master, I've come out to have a look. Don't you welcome me? "

Many years ago, when Jiang Zheliu rescued Jin Yujie, his sword almost broke one of the chains that bound him. At that time, he seems to remember for a long time.

In fact, he is not very adapted to Zhu Wuxin's body. In general, ghost cultivation requires the consent of his master. Just now, Zhu Wuxin's mind was shaken so much that he was suddenly awakened from his sleep by this wave. When he opened his eyes, he saw a snow-white figure.

This kid's running too far. It seems that the last time he woke up in his body or killed the bird in the Wanling palace, he didn't wake up twice so often. He raised his hand and yawned sleepily. Step by step, he came to Jiang Zheliu's side. Suddenly, he noticed something wrong. He came close to his shoulder and smelled it.

It smells good.

What's going on

To a certain extent, the netherworld is the closest place to the operation of the way of heaven. It carries on all the true spirits returning to heaven and earth and reincarnates them. This is a very important part of the operation of nature. All of them have no entity. They feel more things with their spirits than other species with bodies.

This kind of fragrance is too full. All the breath in each other's body is full of the wonderful fragrance of the heavenly spirit.

Jiang Zheliu retreated half a step.

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

"You this..." what if the words stopped for a while, showing a smile, "no wonder this little son hurts you."

He didn't give Jiang Zheliu a chance to talk.

The nether world lacks everything, but chains.

A Chu was frightened all day, and then he saw that son of a bitch Zhu Wuxin forced his immortal brother to hold him, and then he got on the carriage, ignoring the two little demons in the car, and pressed him directly to the bed with a chain click.

Jiang Zheliu was so angry that he coughed for a long time with his head down. His mind was buzzing and he could hardly hear the voice of the outside world. His hand was cold chain buckle on the bed post, can only pull out a short distance.

He Suozi sat in front of him, listening to his cough, and then poured a cup of tea: "don't run around, this child has sacrificed a lot for you."

He handed the tea to Jiang Zheliu and continued: "he doesn't even have the heart to let you lose your hair. You have to let me out. You can make do with the children."

Jiang Zheliu vaguely heard his last words. He coughed on the bed, his lips were stained with bright red blood, his whole body was shaking, his wrists were shaking badly, and his chains were crashing with him.

What seems to think that he wants to take the tea and deliver it to him, but it is knocked off by backhand.

The teacup broke on the ground and broke.

The other side's iron gray eyes turned to Jiang Zheliu's body and stared at him for a while. He leaned down, raised his hand to push the thin shoulder of the river broken willow, and his eyes stayed in the other side's closed eyes, staring at the pair of trembling eyelashes.

"The River breaks the willow." He looked down and took a deep breath in his neck. "It's a pity that if I attack you, this little boy will fight with me."

He just wanted to get away from the river Styx. There was no need to give up the opportunity he had to wait for. As long as he could get out, everything would have a chance in the future.

He just reached out and gently wiped off the bright red blood on each other's lips.

"How did that happen?" He looked at him with a smile and supported his chin. "I remember that you were very good at that time. As long as you chop a few more swords, you can release me."

Just just now that a small section of the road pull, Jiang Zheliu felt that he was crushed up and down. He slowly recovered after a long time, and glanced at him.

The old man is immortal.

Jiang Zheliu slowly exhaled a breath, and his throat was full of blood.

"... get out of here."

He Sixiao, not angry, as if he was sleepy, sat beside him, supported his chin and closed his eyes.

Jiang Zheliu takes a look at a Chu and Chang Qian beside him, shakes his head at them, and indicates that they should not act rashly. Then he reluctantly gets up, retreats to the inside of the bed, leans on the inside, and reaches for the pendant between his neck.

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

Jiang Zheliu rubbed the resurrection stone, moved his eyes down, and stopped on the Lingxiao sword he was holding.

He didn't have a moment to feel the pain of not being able to carry the sword, and he didn't have a moment to realize that he was reluctant to live.

He has people who want to be with him.

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Boom——

Violent vibration swept in the past, a figure was thrown away more than ten feet, chiseled into the thick wall, issued a brittle sound of bone fragmentation.

There was blood all over the place.

Thunder clouds rolled over the sky, dark and cold. The full-bodied evil spirit enveloped the whole Wanling palace, and many demon clans were frightened and cowered.

Qinglin got up from the dust and the broken wall, and looked up to the black blade. The cold blade of the other side almost touched the tip of her nose. The evil spirit made a tiny blood mark.

Her eyes became more and more vertical, and she scanned the past from the bottom to the top, looking at the ferocious and ferocious night. The other side's bone armor and Cape were dripping with blood. It seemed that he was already in a strong battle. Now, the breath of terror on him is more and more strong, and the realm of suppression is almost immediately covered, and the thick intention of killing seems to have substance.

Qinglin bit his teeth and said, "as I said, he is not here. He left before last night. "

Wen renye did not speak.

Although he didn't say a word, his evil spirit was so powerful that even when he wasn't targeted, it was frightening, not to mention at the moment.

Half of the demon's face was covered with bone armor, and its blood color was winding. The place where the right eye is located is replaced by a deep purple gem, revealing part of the body. However, the joints covered by bone armor have sharp bone spines, shining cold and cold light.

The breath of ink bracelet is broken here.

He's not sure what's blocking the breath. Multiple boundaries, special materials, or complex array design? Or, it's the Wanling palace in front of us.

Wanling palace is the inheritance of the demon clan, which can shield many magic weapons with information collection like ink bracelet.

When it comes to Jiang Zheliu's safety, it can almost destroy his reason in a flash. The state of Wen renye is extremely wrong. His ability of independent thinking is going to be broken. Endless violence and anger occupy his mind. The knife in his hand is only one inch short, it will poke into the heart of the woman in front of him, and use her blood to keep calm temporarily.

On the Wanling palace, the sky is dull.

Just as the blade touched the scales on her chest, another stream of light came after her from the demon world and missed the edge of the long black sword. The blade tip only penetrated Qinglin's shoulder and cut off several dragon scales without serious injury.

The streamer dissipated, and the ice mark half knelt on the ground to show his figure. When he hit the knife, he almost broke half of his arm. He looked up at the Lord, and his heart was about to end. Then he jumped on him, hugged Wen renye's thigh and yelled, "don't kill the Lord! Where are you going to find the queen of demons

Maybe the two "empress demons" still work. The dark purple eyes twinkled for a moment, the bloody ink knife in his hand was penetrated into the ground by his backhand, and the whole hall of Wanling palace was cracked by the knife gas, spreading dense cracks in the cobweb.

Shi Bingxian put down a little bit of that thumping dirty, and then saw sharp thorns on the bone wings of the Lord. Suddenly, his heart was tight again, holding his thigh across his robe: "Lord! If you have something to say, don't let it out!! Jiang xianzun will be scared! "

The last sentence worked.

The sound of bone growth came to a standstill.

Then, the rest of the seven or eight streamers came from the demon world and landed in the Wanling palace one by one. They are all in the state of partial demonization, and stop behind the night of hearing people. The room is strange and fierce. It's not like they're looking for people, it's like they're killing people.

These demons look at the Lord in front of them and look at each other. They don't know what to do now. They are just like a group of simple critics.

Shi Bingchen, as the right-hand man who hears people's night, has a little brain. He tentatively released his hand, slowly got up, and shook his hand in front of the Lord's dark purple eyes, saying: "maybe this is not the work of Qinglong Zhenjun. When I just came here, I saw the red Sutra flag outside, which means the death of Zhuque Zhenjun... Of course, this is definitely not the killing of the Lord, but it's this time. There's no need for the demon world to toss again!"

Wen renye turns his head slowly and stares at the ice mark.

After swallowing his saliva, the great devil in red made up his mind in a hurry: "what if the terrible devil used some strange way to rob people in the demon world? He did this just to make us conflict with the demon world. It's better to kill Qinglong Zhenjun by mistake... "

The more he talked, the more nonsense he got, and the smoother he got: "yes, Qinglong Zhenjun is a good friend of empress devil. If she dies, empress devil will certainly not forgive you. Lord, we should think about other places! "

Hearing the night, he looked at him coldly: "where?"

Shi Bingchen gets stuck for a while, and then he knows that the royal family is all of this virtue. When they get angry, they give their intelligence to aggression, like a furious lion. But they are so good at fighting that their danger is second only to the rupture of the boundary membrane.

"For example, for example... Er, Jiang xianzun has ink bracelets to protect his body. Most people can't get close to him. Don't worry..."

He couldn't make it up, and then he felt cold behind him, and a bloody hand pressed his shoulder.

Shi Bingxian is startled and hears the voice of Qinglin behind him.

"I thought you killed liezhen."

Qinglin got up on the shoulder of the red demon, turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, and his voice was dumb with the blood: "but when the broken willow came to see it, he said that the pure fire bead was stained with the breath of the Styx river."

Green dragon real gentleman forehead born horn, blue color vertical pupil see to him: "he is to prove your innocence just come."

Hearing the sound of bone friction and the whiteness of finger bone, people's mood was almost lowered to the extreme.

She raised her hand and wiped the blood between her lips. The place on her shoulder was stained with blood, but the Dragon didn't seem to care. Instead, she said, "what's the point of locking the Lord of the nether world at the bottom of the Styx river? It's an old ghost who has lived for a long time. It's only one step away from the way of separation and reunion. It is said that his Taoist seed was taken away by someone else at the beginning. That person locked the spirit of this old thing with the great chain of Tongyou... We feel that someone colluded with the netherworld and attacked the rosefinch by means of ghost cultivation. "

"I suspect," Qinglin said, looking at him, "that their goal is not only lie Zhen, but maybe broken willows."

"Yes, yes. Let's go to the underworld and have a look! " Shi Bingchen quickly mended, "well, I've seen it in zongsitai. The Styx River can also block the breath of many treasures. We..."

Before he finished his words, he saw the Lord in front of him draw his sword and turn around, still with the terrible breath of the ultimate boss, ferociously turning the light into evasion, flying by in front of him.

Before he could speak, seven or eight other stupid people followed him and disappeared.

Shi Bingchen was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "we kings can't fall in love, which is too easy to cheat..."

He turned his head and looked at Qinglong Zhenjun behind him. He rolled his sleeve to make up for the man's mistake in love. He laughed: "Zhenjun, is it not convenient for me to turn over the Wanling palace? We all have different positions. There's no way. I don't want to embarrass my beautiful sister. Are you right... "

Qinglin held his sword in one hand and closed his eyes.

"Do as you please."

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Liu Liu suddenly activated the desire for survival.