Those years when I made five scumbags cry

The sky and the earth were vast, and the light of the sky-filling stone receded from Di Yan's body, and condensed on the artifact again.

The sky-replenishing stone glowed slightly in his palm, and Di Yan recovered from Hua Xiao's death, and saw the dust and mist in front of him dissipate, and there was still a person standing in the center of the explosion that had turned into a deep pit.

His heart sank all of a sudden, looking at the figure that gradually became clear, even if Hua Xiao detonated her whole body's spiritual power and sword essence, such a decisive attack did not hurt this person at all.

He clenched the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand, and then heard an extremely angry dragon cry, the golden dragon jumped up from thousands of miles away, and it arrived in an instant, setting off a gust of wind!

Blown by the strong wind that seemed to come from the nine heavens, Di Yan could hardly stand still. He thrust the silver dragon gun in his hand into the ground forcefully, and held the gun tightly to stabilize his figure in the violent current.

I saw the golden dragon rushing towards the only person standing in the pit, the dragon's pupils were full of grief and anger, the golden scales were burning with flames, and the scorching dragon's breath seemed to burn the whole earth and burn everything Incinerate.

In the strong wind, Duguli's voice sounded, seeming very happy: "You finally came out."

He looked at the angry golden dragon who was close at hand, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, followed by a flash of enthusiasm.Not far away, Di Yan only saw Duguli smiling and waving his hand, and countless figures suddenly appeared in the battlefield that had been emptied.

Seeing these familiar faces, Di Yan showed pain and anger in his eyes.

Duguli wanted to make Xiao Lu angry, the more angry he was, the more his sealed power would be completely unsealed, just killing Chu Yunfei was not enough.

With a wave of his hand, he released the remnants of the Di Yan who had just died, and said softly to the corpses under his control: "Go."

Di Yan let out a furious roar, hatred for Duguli was written all over his handsome face, he drew his silver dragon spear, and rushed towards his dead subordinate first.These are soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the great merchants, and they are the most proud soldiers. They died in battle but could not rest in peace. After they died, they would still be manipulated in this way.

The spear swept across, and the general in silver armor faced the thousands of dead subordinates alone, swept their heads off with red eyes, and sent them to the last Anning Township.

Corpses continued to fall, but there were still more manipulated soldiers rushing up one after another, strangling Di Yan.

Thousands of miles away, the three thousand gold armored guards looked into the distance, but hadn't recovered yet.

A moment ago, their majesty saw the earth-shattering explosion, and let out a roar of extreme pain. This roar was no longer like a human, but like a legendary real dragon, making the horses under their crotch uncontrollable. To hide away.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light emanated from His Majesty's body, instantly separated from his body and rushed to the heavens, transformed into a golden dragon, and rushed towards the direction of the explosion.

The mortals in the world looked at this scene, and they were stunned. They only listened to the roar and dragon's roar from that battlefield, and felt that the ground under their feet was already trembling with the anger of this real dragon.

Duguli received Xiao Lu's blow with one hand, and with a random wave, he threw the golden dragon away, and the dragon's body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

He watched the golden dragon raise its head, its beard stretched out, and the flames in its pupils almost condensed into a concrete form, so he just shook his head: "It's too weak."

The golden dragon was furious, kicked his five claws on the ground, and rushed towards him again!

Duguli still waved his hand casually, and the golden dragon fell heavily on the ground, causing the mountain to collapse. After turning over, he still rushed forward, unwilling to give up.

He had only three younger brothers, King Cheng died, Hua Heng died, and the last one left, Di Yan, was dying too.

However, the more he fights, the more Duguli frowns. Xiao Lu's current strength is really far from what he wants, and he is not even one percent of what he was in his heyday.

It is impossible for such a golden dragon to bear his arrival in this world, and it is completely meaningless to him.

At the beginning, my own subordinates opened part of the seal for him, which was a mistake.

When the Golden Dragon came into the world, he had to break all the seals he had set for himself in one go, so that he could become the original perfect and powerful fetish, and become the best carrier for him in this world.

Duguli squinted his eyes, restrained Xiao Lu with one hand, and said to the golden dragon that was struggling constantly and wanted to attack him: "You look after it."

He slowly raised his other hand and spread his five fingers, the air suddenly buzzed, and countless long spears appeared on the battlefield as if piercing through layers of ripples.

Di Yan's fight with these endless former comrades on the battlefield has exhausted both physical and mental strength. Compared with the battle in Hanguan, it is more painful, and he will be dragged into the swamp of despair.

That day when he was in Hanguan, no matter how dark the night was, her voice still echoed in his heart, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, but today he would no longer have her by his side.

The silver dragon spear pierced a man's chest, Di Yan recognized this young face, this was his lieutenant general.

All dead.

With disheveled hair and red eyes, Di Yan pulled out the tip of the gun with a long roar, and stabbed another person with his backhand.

The person he loved the most was dead, and all his comrades were dead, and soon even the dynasty he guarded would also die.

There was a scream of sharp weapons piercing through the air, and countless spears flew from a distance, nailing all the big merchants surrounding him to the ground. Di Yan avoided the previous few times, but did not avoid the back The rounds of attacks that came.

The two long spears pierced him from behind with tremendous force, piercing through his chest, the force caused Di Yan to stagger a few steps forward, and the silver dragon spear in his hand rested on the ground before barely stopping the castration. Kneel down.

His figure was reflected in Jinlong's eyes, and he let out a furious roar, but Duguli just turned his head to look at him, and said pitifully, "Don't just roar, you haven't fully remembered who you are yet, you just Personally, you can't save him."

While speaking, he waved his hand again, and two more spears penetrated Di Yan's body.

Xiao Lu was extremely angry, but under Duguli's control, he couldn't move at all. He only twisted from a dragon shape to a human being under the increasing pressure around him.

The emperor in golden armor lay on the ground, Duguli looked disappointed, he shook his head: "You are so useless."

Xiao Lu's double pupils were still shining golden. He lay on the ground, raised his head under tremendous pressure, and looked at Di Yan, who was engulfed by the tide of corpses rushing from all directions, with a look of pain in his eyes.

Even though Di Yan was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he still fought again. He uttered the roar of a cornered beast, and the Silver Dragon Spear emitted a blazing light. Converging at the tip of the spear, one sweep will turn these corpses into fly ash!

Duguli's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "Interesting."

With a thought in his mind, countless spears emerged from the air again and flew towards Di Yan with a sharp roar.

Xiao Lv closed his eyes, and heard the sound of the gun point piercing through flesh and blood.

A few more spears pierced Di Yan's body, crushing the spiritual power that had just gathered in his body. The famous general of the Great Shang Dynasty looked down at the spear head protruding from in front of him, and looked at the blood dripping from it, with a look in his eyes. The light fades.

A gust of wind blew by, Di Yan lowered his head, maintained his standing posture, and the sky-replenishing stone in his hand rolled to the ground.

Duguli was about to laugh, he looked at the young man who refused to fall, lowered his head and said to Xiao Lu who was suppressed by him, "Look at how useless you are, even your subordinates can do this. "

Xiao Lu opened his eyes. Under the tremendous pressure oppressing his internal organs, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his deep voice contained extreme anger: "Who are you? What exactly do you want..."

"What do I want to do?" As soon as Duguli raised his hand, Xiao Lv was lifted up by an invisible force, hanging in the air, "I want you to be angry, out of anger, and then you will know what I want to do— —”

As he was speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of long spears piercing the air from the battlefield, and he just reached out to catch the trembling silver dragon gun, and raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

He turned his head and saw that the man who was dead just now opened his eyes again, and the sky-replenishing stone was shining brightly at his feet, continuously transmitting spiritual energy into this heartless body .

Di Yan's handsome face turned pale, and the surrounding blood and aura gathered around him, catalyzing this obsessed general who was unwilling to go to the underworld after death into a fierce ghost and murderous corpse, and returned in a blink of an eye. Into the battlefield.

He still had seven or eight spears stuck in his body, but the wound stopped bleeding, and there was a ghostly fire in his eyes.

Interesting, really interesting.

As soon as Duguli let go, the silver dragon gun fell to the ground. Di Yan raised his hand, and the gun immediately flew back and returned to the owner's hand.

"Interesting." Duguli showed a smile, moved Xiao Lu to another space with a thought, he looked at Di Yan, and said, "But unfortunately, I don't have time to play with you, let them continue Come with you."

As soon as the words fell, countless dead merchant soldiers appeared on the battlefield again. Duguli chuckled and disappeared in place.

Already eroded by evil spirits, Di Yan, who lost his mind, let out a low growl and rushed towards these former comrades.

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During the three days of the human war, countless wandering ghosts fell into the underworld, and the underworld was very crowded for a while.

Ten cities cannot accommodate so many ghosts. When the ghost kings were having headaches, Yan Jun woke up and came out of the Senluo Hall with a sincere ear, saying, "It's time to go to the human world."

The time has come, it's time to pick up his eleventh king, bring him back, and start the new city of Fengdu.

Fengdu was built for this moment.

In the human world, Yan Jun brought Di Ting to this battlefield that was already full of evil spirits, Di Ting was very displeased with the atmosphere here, and sneezed.

Among the corpses strewn all over the floor, only the murderous corpse in the torn silver armor was still sitting. After destroying the corpses of these old comrades, he didn't know where to go, and only stayed on the battlefield.

The evil spirit here is extremely heavy, and the dense fog is filled, no mortal dares to come here, and no one finds him.

Yan Jun came in front of him, Di Yan, who had lost his mind, looked at him, with will-o'-the-wisps burning in his empty eye sockets, and did not attack him.

Yan Jun said: "It's time to go, King Fengdu."

As he spoke, he took out the Soul-fixing pearl and placed it between his eyebrows.

Di Yan felt confused, his soul separated from his decayed body, and the evil spirit dissipated in his body.

Yan Jun took out the sky-replenishing stone he held in his hand, and threw it into the sky, and this human artifact flew towards the place where the other four artifacts were.

Di Yan's soul stayed on the battlefield, looking down at his own corpse, and then at the former comrades all over the floor, pain appeared in his beautifully shaped eyes.

However, since his death, the world does not know how long it has passed, and Da Shang should no longer exist.His staying here is just a ray of obsession that refuses to leave, everything should be over now, and he can't change anything.

He was thinking wearily, and heard the person in front of him ask: "Would you like to become my eleventh king, rule Fengdu City, and never enter reincarnation?"

Di Yan raised his head, his eyes showing a bit of bewilderment.

Yan Jun heard him ask in a low voice: "I will never enter reincarnation, so I don't have to forget..."

Yan Jun nodded slightly, and said: "You don't need to be reincarnated, and if you don't drink that Meng Po soup, you won't forget anything." After a moment's pause, he added, "As long as you agree, I can promise you three things."

three things?Thinking of the identity of the person in front of him, Di Yan's eyes slowly lit up.

He agreed, and then asked Yan Jun the first thing: "I want to beg you, find someone for me."

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The ghost king opened his eyes, and a trace of bewilderment appeared in the beautifully shaped pupils.

He was in his study room, a gust of cool wind was blowing outside the window, and the petals of peach blossoms were caught in the wind, falling on the picture scroll spread out on the table.

Ghosts can also dream, but very rarely, he thought, why would he dream about what happened 300 years ago?

Probably because he just went to ask Yan Jun two days ago, begging him to find Shang Ning.

This was the last thing he begged Yan Jun to do, and his three chances were exhausted like this, just like when he asked Yan Jun to find her for him, but he couldn't find her.

He got up from behind the desk, walked around, walked to the open window, looked at the white flower tree on the island, and thought that maybe it was because of this that he was dreaming.

Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the air, and another person's breath appeared in the study.

The ghost king's back stiffened, this breath...was very familiar, very similar to Shang Ning.

But, more like another person, like her...

He turned his head abruptly, and when he saw the familiar figure of the young man in the room, Di Yan didn't know whether he was more happy or more disappointed.

For a moment just now, he thought it was Hua Xiao who had returned.

Di Yan laughed at himself, how could it be possible?

After he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, he realized that she had chosen a decisive way that day. She blew herself up, her soul was scattered, and Hua Xiao would never exist in the world again.

Shang Ning was wearing a white robe, because he died suddenly and came to the underworld, so he was still a little dazed, and he didn't hide when he saw Di Yan approaching.

Di Yan walked over step by step, his eyes fell on the boy, he raised his hand to touch this face that was exactly like hers, and then slowly stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms.

He has loved Hua Xiao for 300 years and cannot forget her.

He thought that he would never be tempted again in this life, but he had a different feeling towards this young man.

Di Yan hugged him who was in a daze, releasing a dark energy from his whole body, wrapping his weak soul in it, and softly comforted him: "It's okay, you're back by my side."

After the boy disappeared in that pillar of white light, he didn't know what happened to him or how he died. At this moment, he just leaned quietly on Di Yan's shoulder without any reaction.

Di Yan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell behind his ears inadvertently.

There was a little cinnabar there, as bright red as blood, almost burning his eyes.

Di Yan's expression changed, he involuntarily let go of the person in his arms, and took a few steps back.

300 years ago, he saw this bit of cinnabar behind Hua Xiao's ear more than once.

300 years later, he has gotten close to Shang Ning countless times, and his fingertips have stroked every inch of the young man's body, but he has never seen such a bright red mark on his body.

The person in front of him who has returned to the sky is clearly Shang Ning, he can't be mistaken, but why...why does he have...

Chu Yunfei was trapped in the pain of self-destruction of his soul. In order to protect him, the system directly blocked his five senses, making him fall into a state of confusion.

At this moment, this ray of soul was forcibly pulled back from that time and space by some kind of force, re-condensed in the underworld, and stabilized in the Yin Qi of the ghost king, the system released the shield.

The boss focused his eyes and realized that he hadn't been kicked out of this world. What caught his eyes was the familiar study room and Di Yan in the ghost king's python robe. He immediately realized that he had returned to 300 years later.

He entered the state in a second, tears quickly accumulated in his eyes, looked at the person in front of him with a hazy and sad gaze, and reached out tremblingly to touch his face.

Di Yan fell back into his dream almost immediately. When he lost her 300 years ago, she was also leaning in his arms, touching him in the same way.

"Shouldn't I be wiped out?" The boy's voice murmured, "Why can I see you again..."

Hua Xiao...Shang Ning...

Why...how could...

Di Yan felt that his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't even see the boy's appearance clearly. He raised his hand tremblingly, and held the boy's cold fingers, unable to utter a word.

Why……

Why is this...

The boy's voice was still murmuring: "You were crying when I left, and you were still crying when I came back...don't cry." He said, slowly approaching him, resting his head on his In her arms, "It's okay if you can't see the peach blossoms, you don't need to feel guilty..."

The boy's voice overlapped with his memory of Zhonghua Xiao's voice, Di Yan just lowered his eyes slightly, and tears fell on the skirt of his clothes.

The cinnabar mole behind Shang Ning's ear is so clear and profoundly reminding him of what he has done, while the person in front of him fell into that time and space, met the self 300 years ago, and did something for himself What.

With trembling fingers, he stroked the young man's ear again, with pain in his voice: "What should I call you...Hua Xiao? Or Shang Ning."

After the words fell, he felt the body of the person in his arms stiffen.

The next moment, the young man violently pushed himself away, his eyes quickly turned around in the study, and then fell back on himself, as if he had just realized where he was now.

Di Yan watched the expression on his face change, and heard him say: "What Hua Xiao are you talking about, I don't know...I'm Shang Ning!"

Di Yan looked at him, the young man in front of him back then was still alone in the world, he was the first disciple of Kunlun, free and easy, but now he has become a ghost in the underworld, his journey to immortality is cut off.

What did I do to him...

Peach Blossom...the fairyland in the painting...

Di Yan closed her eyes, and there was no second person from the beginning to the end. "She" came from 300 years later, so Yan Jun couldn't find "her".

"That's a peach blossom for you..." He looked at the person in front of him, thinking of the tears he shed and the hatred in his eyes in the fairyland in the painting, he felt only despair, "In the painting, never will wither."

"I know..." The boy's trembling fingers touched his face again, wiped away his tears, and murmured, "Hold me..."

Between them, there was such a mistake, spanning 300 years, and finally they met again.

Di Yan hugged her beloved tightly, and couldn't help tightening her arms when kissing him, and she tasted tears on her lips.

He was living a good life, but he caused him to become like this.

The King of Ghosts closed his eyes, feeling the person in his arms gradually disappearing, and only hugged him harder and harder until he couldn't keep it anymore.

The author has something to say: System: Ding, the guilt value is not up to standard.