After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

Song Xi raised his eyebrows.

Since when did she know Yinyi so well?

And whispers?

On the Tiandao judgment platform below, the man wearing a silver hat and looking sadly at the sky at a 45° angle seemed to have a feeling, and turned his head to look over.

In order to prevent being accidentally injured by the thunder of the trial, the court of heaven generally does not allow people other than the judge to be on the stage.

But Song Xi didn't know.

When she came, she had zero common sense in the world of cultivating immortals, and the original owner did not pay attention to these things when she practiced every day. Those direct disciples who fooled around with her every day had never been to the judgment seat of heaven, and no one could tell her about it.

She came in a hurry again, and was directly carried by Patriarch Changyi.

Therefore, apart from knowing that this place is fair, she is not very clear about the relevant rules.

So, Song Xi's expression was calm. After Patriarch Changyi finished speaking, he saw that Yinyi had no intention of coming down from the judgment platform of heaven at all.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and then glanced at Patriarch Changyi who had no intention of obstructing him.

Without hesitation, the whole person walked up to the trial platform.

Yinyi's attitude was very sincere, and he didn't hide his request, so many heads and elders knew that Song Xi would come, but they didn't expect that the ancestor's little apprentice would jump directly onto the judgment platform of heaven.

Situ Yi, the third elder of Yuling Mountain, was taken aback for a moment, and just as he was about to reach out his hand to stop Song Xi, Patriarch Changyi raised his hand calmly, signaling him not to meddle in his own business.

Situ Yi was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction that Patriarch Changyi was pointing at.

The Heavenly Dao Judgment Platform was gloomy and tumbling, as if the trial sky thunder was about to tear apart the heavens and the earth at any time. I don't know when it started.

— Gradually quiet down.

"Ancestor..."

Situ Yi loves to join in the fun. It is not the first time he has come to witness the trial on behalf of the sect, but he has never seen such a situation, "Is this...?"

"Because of Song Xi." Ancestor Changyi was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

He was also surprised.

The Judgment Seat of Heaven will never show any mercy because of who is standing below.

In the judgment of heaven, thunder and lightning will travel all over the body of the judge, and measure his life coldly.

Under the thunder, all living beings are equal.

It's just that innocent people will be indifferent to this thunder, and even those with great merit will see opportunities in this thunder.

And the guilty ones will be wiped out in the sky thunder that falls from the judgment platform of heaven.

But people's hearts are complicated, and things are unpredictable.

Many things are not black and white.

Even if the way of heaven is above and bestows everything, it seems omnipotent.

But no one knows how fair the trial of Tianlei can be.

As a result, many monks believed that the Judgment Seat of Heaven was too arbitrary, so as time went by, the Judgment Seat was used less and less often.

But it cannot be denied that, after all, this is generally recognized as the most fair, unbiased, and most accurate way to measure a person's right or wrong.

So this method is still used today.

So it can be seen.

Through the ages.

Tianlei will never be biased in the slightest because of who the people below are.

"she……"

Situ Yi rubbed his chin, still unable to digest the news, he simply gave up thinking about it, anyway, even if he had an idea, he couldn't stop Changyi Patriarch from making any decisions.

He put it badly: "Anyway, it's your apprentice, as long as you think it's okay."

Patriarch Changyi didn't answer, he stared fixedly at the Tianlei that had gradually calmed down, his thoughts suddenly twisted.

This little apprentice has more secrets than he imagined.

Looking at it like this, Tiandao Tianlei must have some relationship with Song Xi.

If Tianlei and Song Xi clash...then if his little apprentice returns from cultivation in the future.

——What should I do when I break through the Golden Core?

If you don't experience a lightning strike, you can't make a pill, right? !

But Patriarch Changyi changed his mind again.

These are all things that have not yet been written.

He might as well be worried, if Song Xi's cultivation continues to drop, how yin and yang will blame him.

"..."

***

The Judgment Seat of Heaven.

"You came."

Song Xi had already walked in front of Silver Clothes, and the man swept away the look of despair when Daisy passed away.

His eyes are relaxed.

When I looked up at the trial Tianlei, it was a relief from death.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to you in Yong'an City."

Yinyi spoke sincerely, and looked at Song Xi with a pleading expression, "Can you let me take a look at her for the last time?"

Song Xi didn't speak, and took out the bag as thin as a cicada's wing in the storage bag with some regret.

The Bana flowers on the nape of the daisy had completely shrunk back, and the delicate-faced woman closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep, but her thin and bloodless face was slightly pale and lifeless.

Yinyi stepped forward and touched his lover for the last time through the bag.

"The reason why I trouble you to take the risk to come to the trial stand to listen to me is because I don't know these people below." Yinyi paused, staring into Song Xi's eyes, and still told the truth.

"It's all friends and foes."

Song Xi was slightly taken aback.

"What I'm going to say next, I hope you don't tell anyone until you confirm that the other party is trustworthy." Yin Yi looked a little solemn, "Song Xi, I only trust you now."

"There is an inner ghost in the great sect in the world of cultivating immortals."

Silver Clothes repeated, "There are subordinates of that devil."

Song Xi was not surprised by this matter. After all, the person behind the scenes could not show his face, and just so arrogantly arrested people and dug up the roots of the immortals on a large scale under the noses of the great immortal sects.

It is enough to show that someone in the world of cultivating immortals wiped his ass.

This is the first time that Yinyi has spoken directly about the person behind the scenes who manipulated him.

"He seems to have lived for a long time." Silver Clothes recalled the devil's appearance.

"He is very self-aware, and he doesn't ask for any art of controlling the heart, nor does he ask us to be convinced to him. That old man is pinching the death spot of each of us."

"Those who are afraid of death, plant the Bian Gu on themselves, those who are not afraid of death, like me..." Yin Yi laughed at himself, "We will plant the Bian Gu on the people we care about."

The silver coat has remorse.

Had he known this earlier, he would have pretended to be a covetous person who was afraid of death.

"Even in terms of title, he asked us to call him the devil directly."

"He claims to be the messenger of hell, and he has a lot of dirty tricks in his hands." Yin Yi said awkwardly.

He took a deep breath, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and forced himself to recall every confrontation with that devil.

Because the memories were too frightening and unbearable, his tall and straight body bent slightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Beside Yinyi, who had been standing like a background board, Geng Xun, who was silent, stretched out his hand and silently pressed Yinyi's shoulder to show comfort.

"The Eye of Hell actually has this place." Yin Yi calmed down and continued.

"I stayed with the devil for a while. For some reason, he couldn't freely enter and leave the Eye of Hell. The number of times he went out was very few, and every time he went out, he seemed to be seriously injured."

This is what Yinyi discovered accidentally.

He clearly remembered that when he was captured by the devil's minions, he looked for various ways to escape.

In the end, he strayed into the place where the devil couldn't stay behind closed doors.

The masked old man they saw on weekdays was actually chained tightly.

He closed his eyes, as if he had cast some sorcery, an illusory figure was slowly cut away from his body.

The devil's face became paler with the naked eye, but that illusory figure became more and more solid as the time on the ground grew.

It's like a clone of him.

Song Xi didn't interrupt Yin Yi's memories, and let him narrate intermittently.

"He calls himself the messenger of hell, but in fact, the eye of hell is the prison that traps him."

Silver Clothes said uncertainly, "I guess..."