Dragon King weapon

After Lingshan "married", in the past few days, Rong Qianji often raised his hand, and when he lowered his head, he could see a faint red mark growing on his wrist.

It looks like a mark pressed out by something, and it looks like a line, slightly raised, and when you grind it with your fingertips, it still hurts a bit.

The cold winter was long, and some of the little servants in the Heavenly Palace were sick from the cold. Tang Jian took them back to the underworld, but even if it was such a good place as the Tiangong, these selected spirits would never come again.

It is said that there are few people in the heaven, it is boring, and it is still snowing, my lord, have you ever seen the frozen soil outside the Nantianmen?They all piled up!

The surrounding area is so dark that it needs a little demon to hold a fire spirit to illuminate the gate of heaven, the golden bell no longer strikes, and everything is showing signs of decay.

The one who said the first sentence was the little tree demon who was gossiping that day, he was savvy, but he didn't dare to say the latter sentence, he folded his hands together, the vines wrapped around his upper arms, and continued to mutter: "Those fairy grass The spirit flowers are half withered, and the floating cloud shield supporting the heaven is getting thinner and thinner, how can this heaven treat people..."

"Wow, deserter from the heavens!"

Tang Jian sneered, "I will assign you to Huangquan Road to guard Manzhushahua, and you will not be allowed to leave for a hundred years. If the undead ruin everything, I will ask you!"

A group of little spirits actually knelt down to thank them, thinking that the turbid air of the heavenly palace mixed together and made them dizzy. This demon is a demon, a ghost is a ghost, a spirit is a spirit, and a fairy is a fairy. How can they live together?

Tang Jian was so angry that the face on the back was almost distorted, and felt that the group of spirits were being served submissively, so he said "get off", then rolled up his sleeves to resist the wind, passed through the gate of hell, and returned to the heaven.

He has been in the underworld for a long time, and he often feels that the affairs of the living can't be handled well, so he doesn't have the heart to think about the affairs of the dead, so he seldom worries about the underworld.

But the heavens in front of him are dead and silent, and Chong Duan's whereabouts are secretive and abnormal. Just now, he sent these little monsters to the gate of hell and couldn't get in again. All spilled all over the place.

When Tang Jian was in a daze, he suddenly heard a tiger roaring in the underworld, his whole body tensed up, and he picked up the folding fan as a weapon, and flew into the gate of the underworld!

There are countless corpses lying here and there on Huangquan Road, all of whom cannot be called "ghosts".

People have a strong desire to survive, and before they entered Fengdu, their life and death had a turning point, so there was often chaos on Huangquan Road. Only then did the situation get better... But now the eyes of these dead people are all open, showing an abnormal devilish aura.

Tang Jian raised his head, probably as if he was being controlled by the Wufang Ghost Emperor.

People have to go through three disasters and nine disasters to enter Feng, and Jinji Mountain and Egou Ridge are very dangerous, but now Tang Jian rushed all the way in, and he didn't see a single person in a radius of a hundred miles. He only felt that the air in the underworld was turbid, and there was an unspeakable feeling everywhere. fishy smell.

It's not the dead air of the past, but with some surging excitement.

Tang Jian's expression changed, and he broke through the last few checkpoints in one go, avoided the lotus platform, and went straight down to the cliff of resurrection, sure enough!

Chong Duan stood on the last boundary of the underworld, the Gold and Silver Bridge on the Cliff of Resurrection.

The statues of gods and beasts around the bridge have been destroyed, and they are scattered on one side. The round hole under the bridge emits six colors of light, that is, six reincarnations.

Chong Duan was alone, holding a knife and holding a sword, standing in the majestic black air of Fengdu, his eyebrows were carved like scraping bones, and his aura was as rumored in the Three Realms thousands of years later...

Just one person can reach thousands of troops.

Looking from a distance, Tang Jian could see a circle of red marks on his wrist, like lines and marks, glowing in the dark.

When the general was angry, all ghosts collapsed.

Chong Duan was reborn from Nirvana in the underworld, and now he came back after killing him. There was still a dark purple cloth beside his sword. Tang Jian frowned. He recognized it very clearly. It was the ghost emperor's clothes.

Tang Jian saw that he was holding a knife, and he rushed over and shouted angrily: "What are you doing here?! This is the Six Realms of Reincarnation!"

On the contrary, Chong Duan was very calm, but his chin seemed to have been cut open, blood was seeping, and it was a little difficult to speak: "Just ask Qian Ji for a bowl of soup."

Tang Jian was about to go crazy holding his head, he stared and reprimanded: "Break it!"

"Tang Jian, do you know that on the day the old Dragon King died, the Ghost Emperor knew that his soul was gone and he would not be able to enter reincarnation..."

Panting heavily, his blood-filled pupils were almost out of focus, "But that evening, he sat in Fengdu and asked me to capture the Nantian Gate, capture Rong Qianji and sacrifice his heart and soul to the Dragon Ball. "

Seeing that the wound on his chin was bleeding due to shaking, he quickly cast a spell to stop the bleeding, and after being shocked, he hurriedly looked around...

God Meng Po is not here, and King Yama is not there, and there are no imp soldiers. The door leading to Fengdu is open, and a river of blood flows out of it, which seems to indicate that this person just started killing.

Severing his throat felt better, he tore off the underworld supreme adornment from his waist, threw it into Tang Jian's hands like a plaything, and said, "Take it."

When Tang Jian saw this thing, he was angry: "You!"

"I have hand-picked the number of underworld soldiers. I assigned Father Liang and Haoli Mountain to you, and Ming Xiao will be your assistant. We will take care of each other in the future."

Zhong Duan paused for a moment, and said: "Feng Du has also been captured, let's make the capital here."

A massive battle for the replacement of the old master and the new master of the underworld was remarked lightly, and it was brought up in a few words.

Tang Jian looked at him, as if he just met this person today, and also as if he felt that Chong Duan was like this.

A person.

With the power of one person, he overturned the rules of the underworld for thousands of years, but he just left early and returned late, and returned to the Heavenly Palace on time, with only blood on his body.

He didn't say a word when I asked him, and when he got up and went out in the morning, he only said: "Treasure today."

"Fengdu..." Tang Jian felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't think of Rong Qianji who stood in front of the hall to watch him go every time he re-cut, and asked, "Did you kill Wufang Ghost Emperor?"

Really crazy!

Fengdu is the center of the underworld, Biluo Fengquan, a place of absolute yin, where the turbid atmosphere of the world gathers, it is the root of the dead, and it is originally the territory controlled by the ghost emperors of the five directions. Tang Jian couldn't help being shocked when he said so. The sect of ghosts in this world was cut off just like that...

"It was handed over to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Chong Duan seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said with a wry smile: "Although the Ghost Emperor used me as a blade to plunder the world, he also saved my life."

It is well known in the underworld that the God Lord White Tiger Soldier broke his body and fell into the underworld. His body is comparable to a golden hammer and iron staff.

But few people know that Chongduan has turned his back on the water now, returned to the underworld to hold the ghost emperor hostage, and distributed the Qiyuan Lantern, but he was not beheaded, as if some kind of agreement had been reached.

"It's because I hate too much." Chongduan said, he lowered his eyes to pour the wine, Tang Jian stretched out his hand to restrain his movements.

Tang Jian said: "Heh... Heavy Duan, people in the world know you are cruel and ruthless, but how many people know that you are the one who talks about love."

He said nothing, and frowned.

Friendship... This word seems to have never been with him. He is used to too many people saying that he is ruthless and ungrateful. There is no way to choose fate.

The young hero, whose family was destroyed and his soul torn apart, became famous in the first battle, was punished by the Three Realms, and entered the Heavenly Palace...

Later, they reunited with the love of their lives.

Chongduan did kill without blinking an eye, but he never regretted it.

Tang Jian couldn't help but asked him again: "What happened to your jaw?"

Chong Duan remained silent, wiped the blood on the tip of the knife, his face was full of evil spirits but looked like a god, he glanced at him, raised his hand and chopped a crack directly from the Cliff of Resurrection.

Tang Jian remembered that when Rong Qianji was in the dragon shape, he nodded the dragon ball, and his heart ached. He stood stubbornly and refused to leave, and scolded himself: "You are so cruel to yourself, and you are so cruel to Rong Qianji!" Ruthless! Then it’s better to do it quickly! After you leave, I will tell him that you have been sent to the Big Red Lotus Hell, and you are no longer human, you can’t die, you can’t live, and you can’t live forever!”

"Because one person's family feud disturbed the Three Realms, the winter days in Tiangong were prolonged for several months."

The tone of Chong Duan's speech was very light, Tao committed numerous crimes, as if it had nothing to do with him, "Gods and Buddhas come to judge, the most painful thing is Abi Hell."

Tears welled up in Tang Jian's eyes. He has been in the underworld for thousands of years, how could he not have heard of those who entered it? That place is the hell of the Buddhist world. The ultimate zone of all hellish punishments.

In front of him...Chongduan is a barefoot person who is not afraid of wearing shoes. After everything has been arranged, he is not afraid of anything.

Because of his mind, he was indifferent to the warmth and warmth of human relationships in the world, but this time he was so shocked that tears fell to the ground like a spring, wiped while walking, and said angrily: "Now that you have recognized Rong Qianji, you are going to abandon him again! Heavy break, do you know that people's hearts are made of iron?!"

Chong Duan didn't reply, grabbed his collar and flew into the clouds.

The Wufang Ghost Emperor, the lord of Fengdu in the underworld, was taken under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to influence him, and turned into a black 梼杌, arrogant and ruthless, with a tail of eight feet long, and it took seven to four hundred and ninety thousand hours before he could return to the underworld.

In short, the underworld has temporarily changed its master, but the king of the underworld is still not broken.

As soon as this incident happened, the Three Realms were shocked.

This breaks down the heavens and breaks through the underworld, going to the sky and entering the earth, and no one in the three realms is invincible. Why don't you want to sit in the two positions?

At that time Tang Jian asked him, but he refused to answer, but asked him to hold the talisman of the Hades.

Once back to the Heavenly Palace, Rong Qianji flew into his arms, looked up as if his eyes were full of stars, saw that he was tired, moved away a little, supported him to the side of the bed, and asked: "You went to the underworld again today?"

He couldn't get out at all, he couldn't follow Chongduan, so he had to worry, and finally hoped that Chongduan would come back, and he was so haggard, seeing Rong Qianji's heart hurt like a knife.

Zhongduan nodded, and a smile appeared on his lips: "I went to try that manjushahua. It is rumored that the flowers and leaves will never meet again. I can't even break it with my hands."

It was rare for him to talk about what he had seen and heard with Rong Qianji, the latter found it interesting, pretending to be novelty on the surface, but the tip of his nose secretly stimulated his spiritual power to smell the smell of blood that had been covered up by the heavy-duty spell.

It's been a long time since he lost all his blood, Rong Qianji almost felt that this was his smell.

The sandalwood is mixed with blood, like the tide overflowing to the other side, sticky in the heart, piercing Rong Qianji very uncomfortable.

He clenched his fists secretly, and asked with a smile: "Speaking of which, I have never been to the underworld. Is it possible to go to the ghost gate only after death? Or can gods enter?"

"In the midst of the sea, there is Dushuo Mountain, and there is a peach tree in the mountain. You travel three thousand miles, and then ask the branches..."

Chong Duan answered unhurriedly, paused, changed "Where is the East Gate" to "Where is the West Gate", and continued, "That is the place where all ghosts come and go."

He seemed to talk a lot tonight, with a low voice, which shook Rong Qianji's ears like thunder: "If you encounter misfortune by chance, when you are overcast, don't take the road of reincarnation, go straight to the Cliff of Resurrection."

"why?"

"It can be brought back to life."

Of course he couldn't tell Rong Qianji, because at this time the underworld has become Tang Jian's master.

Rong Qianji only thought that it was some secret of the underworld that is not for outsiders, and the voice of the answer became softer: "Really? Is there such a good thing? Then I am not afraid of death."

Seeing him like this, Chong Duan thought he was cute, and said with a smile, "Really. As the Dragon King, are you still afraid of death?"

"Scared." Rong Qianji said honestly, "But I thought you were going to kill me before, so I'm not afraid."

The sins of the elders, the debts of the father and the son are repaid, if he can't escape death after all, so what if he dies at the hands of Chong Duan?

There is no way for misfortune or good fortune, only what people call, and the reward of good and evil is just like a shadow.

Feeling guilty, Zhong Duan stretched out his hand to squeeze his palm tightly, and with the other hand, he took out the jade dragon that was lined with his clothes and put it in Rong Qianji's palm, his eyes were filled with indescribable emptiness: "If someday, my soul will be torn apart again..."

"This thing hides half of my soul and half my soul. If you hang it on your heart, it can still protect you for a while."

Rong Qianji said softly: "Just for a while?"

Chong Duan said: "A moment is a moment, and a lifetime is also a moment."

Rong Qianji looked up at his stern but tender eyes, "Only for a lifetime?"

Chongshou held his hand, slowly closed his palms, and said firmly, "My whole life."

He voided the life and death of the seasons, and voided the life and death of the morning and evening.

Chongduan saw that Rong Qianji was half-eyed, Ying Chen frowned, not much energy, trying to stand up, but a little dizzy, thinking that the medicine was about to take effect, grabbed Rong Qianji's wrist, and then Those who look at him through a haze...

Rong Qianji felt weak and bored, and said in a daze, "What did you replace the sandalwood... the sandalwood in the temple?"

"Have you ever smelled rosemary?"

He broke his lower lip tightly, and forcibly pressed his trembling whole body. He used too much force, and the wound under his jaw opened suddenly, bleeding profusely. He secretly scolded Tang Jian for not having enough mana. Rong Qianji struggled in his arms!

"Where did you get the wound here? What are you doing to me, you..."

Chong Duan now bleeds even more when he speaks a word, and said hoarsely: "The rosemary I changed, burned for 24 hours..."

"You stop talking!"

Rong Qianji almost screamed and stretched out his hand to cover the wound under Chongduan's jaw. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he tried desperately to push Chongduan away. His spiritual power seemed to be useless, and his mind was dizzy. He was so anxious that he grabbed the gold silk and silk handkerchief beside him to stop the unbridled blood!

He didn't listen to persuasion at all, and he spoke intermittently, his throat seemed to be broken: "Here, you can get rid of all evil spirits."

"I don't want to get rid of evil spirits! I, I beg you, stop talking, stop talking..."

Rong Qianji's voice was slightly hoarse, and she almost threw him on the ground, gritting her teeth to block the bloody hole in his neck, her face was full of tears, she didn't know how much the sweet peas fell a...

Unable to explain, Chong Duan stretched out his arms to hug him with all his strength, forcibly pulled Rong Qianji's body, making him face his back, resting his chin on Rong Qianji's shoulder, feeling the tenderness of the person in his arms. Can't stop trembling.

His blood pressure couldn't be stopped at all, it was the catastrophe that was hooked on him in the book of life and death in the underworld that day, and he had to bear it.

Rong Qianji struggled in his arms, such a self-respecting and strong little dragon king was angry and sad, crying out of breath, with his back to his lover, he could even feel the warmth on the back of his neck. Hot blood rushed down his back!

"You let me go!"

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the hall, and the mountains and rivers shook like a million drums!

Chong Duan covered Rong Qianji's eyes with one hand, and with the other hand, he touched the slightly raised place under Rong Qianji's chin with his fingertips, and it was still there.

Touching his wrist again, a section of red thread that should have been sent by Yue Lao was left on the wrists of the two people in a piercing manner.

Rong Qianji saw it when his eyes were covered.

His eyes were tightly blindfolded, his whole body was trembling badly, the dragon's tail popped out again, desperately trying to resist the heavy break, the dragon's horns were so hot that they were swollen, as if they had been poured with a thousand catties of molten iron...

"Qianji, Rong Qianji, forgive me..."

Chong Duan spoke hastily, the fire surged into his heart, the blood was still flowing, and he wiped Rong Qian's back all over.

He lowered his head to bite the pinna of Rong Qianji's ear. The latter was bitten in pain, screamed out, and felt the force of the heavy break, one hand pinched the back of his neck, but the fiery lips still did not move. Stop plundering himself, a bloody smell blocked his breath!

Chong Duan eagerly grabbed the tip of his tongue, teasing him like he was sucking white jade that day, without lust, without tenderness, full of despair and farewell, Rong Qianji was startled, clutching his collar tightly, just thinking Speaking, Chongduan slowly let go of his lips.

Chong Duan in front of him had changed in a vague way, Rong Qianji became more and more drowsy and hazy due to the drug's effect, only felt that Chong Duan pressed his hot forehead against his, kissed the tip of his nose again, and finally, finally He heard Chong Duan lingering in his ears, his voice was beyond hoarse.

"I am broken, and I have been alive for 2000 years. It is wounds and hatred that created me. But I don't hate any of these."

He broke his throat and spoke intermittently. He didn't care about how much blood was flowing. Seeing that Rong Qianji was about to close his eyes, he took out something from his bosom and put it in Rong Qianji's palm, and clasped it shut.

"I just wish I couldn't be with you, day and night."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Duan stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Rong Qianji's neck, as if he was pinching something, he raised his hand suddenly, and pulled it out of Rong Qianji's body!

In an instant, the Heavenly Palace was as transparent as the daylight, breaking out of the room, and the ten thousand-zhang bright lamps were raised up, all shining in the hall...

This thing is about one foot long, the whole body is bright white, exuding silver light in the air, soft like tendons, and its joints are like cartilage.

He broke his hand to hold the thing in his body, his eyes were about to split.

love root.

The capacity of thousands of halberds, the root of love.

Hold the root of emotion in both hands, carefully look at it for a while, raise the arm, bend the elbow, regardless of the uncomfortable feeling in the body, embed the root of emotion inch by inch under the back of his neck and into the spine .

The back of the dragon king and the back of the white tiger all have this root of love.

What he once lost in the world...he found it.

The moment the root of love entered the body, the jade dragon hanging around Rong Qianji's neck also flashed with a strong light, and turned into a jade yazhu.

The jade dragon stayed on Chongduan for too long, and it has long been contaminated with evil spirits. Now it has turned into a bloodthirsty and fierce beast, Yazi, holding a sword in its mouth, with a fierce light hidden in its eyes, and poured water from all over the cracks. The severed blood looked vaguely like a piece of blood jade that had been bred for a long time.

The blood jade is unknown, nor is it severed, but this object is reserved for Rong Qianji to defend himself and protect the Lord.

On the contrary, the more decisive and dead end things are killed, the more they can give everything.

The tear stains on Rong Qianji's face were so heavy that he didn't dare to wipe them, he was afraid that they would wipe bloodstains all over his face. According to his temperament, he might not know what happened when he woke up, so he probably had to hold the bronze mirror and look left and right. Call the crab sister at the door and bring some holy water from Yaochi.

The little dragon king was like this when he was a child, he cared very much about his face, even a little scar and wound... Later, his sweetheart will come to take him to the world and bridle his horse, who can offend the little dragon king?

With the root of love in his body, Rong Qianji's memories of love were all on Chongduan, he remembered everything, and from Rong Qianji's perspective, he saw all the events clearly.

The snow at the gate of the Prayer Hall, as Rong Qianji said, filled the sky with fine fragments, the courtyard of the Toad Palace filled with pools and pavilions, the sacred bird that often brought flowers that fell in February, named the divine horse that stepped on the snow, the quiet city of Chang'an after the moon was behind, the world On the Shangyuan Festival, the lanterns with a picture of the landscape of lovesickness...

Also, Rong Qianji, the Little Dragon King of the Celestial Realm, who was originally smiling with dark eyes, turned to look forward to the sentimentality.

Tears turn into pills, breathe out clouds, anger calls, grief rains, a skin is unparalleled in the world, dragon horns are as transparent as glass, the whole body is like jade, and there is a pearl on the chin, it is really the treasure of the three realms.

It is also his treasure.

Thinking about this, Chong Duan touched Rong Qianji's face with the back of his hand, it was still a little cold, but the wound on Chong Duan's throat had stopped bleeding, the tiger stripes had faded a lot from the temples, and the stern look in his eyes It also faded a little bit.

He put Rong Qianji on the bed and covered the quilt.

"Rong Qianji, you have been in my heart for 2000 years," Chong Duan said in a hoarse voice, "But 2000 years is still too short."

Even if they are gods.

It is also possible to live forever, and the beauty of the wind and the moon is a luxury.

On that day, the light smoke cleared away, and the heavens were in the color of darkness. After receiving the order of re-duan, Ming Xiao turned into flowing water and rushed to the Dragon King's bedroom, but he did not see the re-duan.

I saw the little dragon king lying alone on the dragon bed, covered with a quilt, sleeping peacefully, with a smile on his mouth.

His hand was slightly open, and a brown grasshopper lay inside.

①Quoting "Taishang Induction".