Xianjun, he always binds me! [Rebirth]

In the past few days, the hall of Yan Luo has been full of chaos.

There was a man lying unscrupulously on the tiger skin blanket drinking wine, with one knee bent, holding a pot in one hand, his neck raised, and his head was thrown up.

The shadows of the ghosts below rubbed their heads, all of them stretched their heads and looked into the Hall of Yama curiously.

The Hall of Yama is eerie and terrifying. The stone walls are carved with all sorts of strange and vicious ghosts and gods, with blue faces and fangs, and glaring eyes.

The blue will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the four corners of the stone hall made the darkness of hell even more ghostly.

However, in this deathly silent palace, because of the red dress of the drinking person, this place has added some other colors. can see.

Outside the hall, a little ghost stared at the brother in red for a while, then turned his head and asked the elderly man beside him: "Grandpa, that little brother looks so good, who is he?"

"I don't know." Grandpa coughed, touched his non-existent beard, and said, "That little brother has already fallen into hell, but he has been sleeping all the time. No one knows where he came from. who."

"Oh, that's it." He didn't get an answer, and the little ghost lost interest.

"But." The grandfather said again: "Yan Wangye is very fond of him, and has been keeping his soul in the Eight Cold Pond. He has to look at him twice every day. If you want me to say, this little brother, he must be so happy." A man of great importance and dignity."

"Wow." The little devil looked at the man above with sparkling eyes.

However, appearances are all appearances.

Lord Hades is not around these few days, and everything is normal in the Infernal Hell, but who knew that this ancestor would wake up at this time?What's making trouble here is restlessness.

When he opened his eyes, he wanted to leave, but he was already dead, how could he let him go at will?

It was all about drinking, and when his stomach was full, he began to stop resting.

Dressed in red, with slanted eyebrows drawn into the temples, his expression is flying.Holding a black umbrella on his shoulders, he pointed at all the ghosts and threatened, "Let me go, otherwise, I will destroy all of your endless hells!"

The officers and soldiers of Yan Luodian didn't know what to do. They all knew that this man was the one whom Lord Yan had taken care of for hundreds of years, so they all scratched their heads.

Although no one gave way, no one stopped them. The two sides were at a stalemate, and the young man was a little impatient.

"Don't let me? Then don't blame me." Flying his wrist, he stretched out his index finger, a stream of flames sprang out leisurely from the index finger, and the hot air overflowed. There is no doubt that these bastards can be burned.

In the midst of howling ghosts and howling wolves, there was a furious voice: "Qin Yizhi!"

Qin Yizhi withdrew the flames, and when he saw someone coming, he whistled at him: "Hey, who am I talking about, you are back, let me go."

The person who came was the owner of Yan Luodian, walking towards him angrily.

"What are you going to do! You just stay here obediently, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"No, I have to go!" Qin Yizhi's expression was slightly stern, and his tone was non-negotiable.

Lord Yan saw the ghosts howling all over the ground being staggered by the flames just now, so he couldn't get angry: "You take back your broken umbrella! Come down! Come with me!"

"where to?"

"Just follow me, don't talk so much nonsense." Lord Yan rolled his eyes at him, and cursed in a low voice: "Bah, it's all because of that stinky Hualan, who insisted on stuffing me with such an ancestor. "

While glaring at Qin Yizhi angrily: "Hurry up."

Qin Yizhi looked at him anxiously with great interest, and said: "Old man, king of hell, don't play tricks, you know what skills I have learned, this endless hell is full of ghosts, if you don't want me to take everyone here for my own use , you'd better be honest."

Had Lord Yan ever been threatened like this by anyone!His face turned red with anger.

However, what Qin Yizhi said is correct, the spell he has learned is called Remnant Oath, which can summon all the souls of the dead. This endless hell is full of ghosts, and it is simply given to him.King Yan shook his sleeve robe violently: "Hmph! Don't threaten me! It's Miao Wenqing who wants me to tell you something! Come here!"

In the blink of an eye, but 500 years, things have already changed.

A unparalleled boy, Ye Yunran, came back from the endless dream of the past.Xu was blessed by the heavens, after so many years, another boy was born with a similar name and a similar face, and his temperament and cultivation were even more similar.

The only difference may be that this young man is a difficult master.

At this time, the atmosphere in the solemn and solemn Immortal Dao Pavilion was extremely oppressive. Above the high hall, the elder of Xuan Temple glared at the cold young man below.

"Ye Yunyao, you are guilty!"

The young man standing chicly in the hall had his thin lips slightly pursed, his eyes were cool and mocking.

Holding the Xiaoyao fan in his hand, dressed in cloud and smoke blue, he said: "I don't know."

"You! Bold!" Xuan Si was furious!Pointing at him, he was trembling, and he was speechless in anger.

All the chief sects sitting below were having headaches, what should we do, the people from Xuan Temple and Endless Pavilion can't be offended by anyone!

This matter, we have to start from the immortal cultivation conference a few days ago. The immortal cultivators talked about the righteous way, spurned demons and ghosts, and hated evil monsters. 500 years ago, a frightened blood-clothed Rakshasa appeared in the world. The Rakshasa ghost's last oath technique can summon all ghosts in the world and drive away evil and stingy monsters.Especially the four fierce generals, the ancient fierce beasts: Taotie, Chaos, Wuwu, and Qiongqi, helped him do many evils and killed the whole world.

And Ye Yunyao used the Raksha ghost's cruel oath technique to summon evil spirits at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, and won the championship in one fell swoop.In an instant, the old men who were watching around the ring were dumbfounded.

At this moment, a group of leaders sat in the hall to discuss and make decisions about that matter.Aunt Danru of the Handan School has a gentle temperament, she can't bear to blame Ye Yunyao, and has been defending him.

"Danru, you really don't know, or you just don't know. Don't pretend to be confused at this point. There was no such peace in this world 500 years ago, because Qin Yizhi, the rebellious son at that time, made such a fuss out of nowhere. The art of summoning has been immersed in the heart by demons. In those days, monsters were everywhere, blood was all over the sky, and corpses were everywhere. How many people died at his hands?! The blood-clothed Rakshasa was bloody on his hands, and countless lives were lost. So, don’t you I hope Ye Yunyao learns other techniques and follows in his footsteps?!" Xuan Si's chest rose and fell violently, and the armrest of the seat creaked.

Danru was a little hesitant. She had seen the ghost boy in the past. The sky was full of bright red dyed sky, and it never faded away for seven days. Please come out.

That battle was earth-shattering.In the past, Danru, Immortal Xuansi and others never wanted to think about the miserable situation of the hell Shura anymore.

In the end, the world was shaken. After World War I, both Ye Yunran and Mr. Gui were killed. People hated Raksha Ghost so much that they gritted their teeth.

For many years, until now, even though the ghost's appearance is blurred in memory, Dan Ru, Xuan Si and others still remember him wearing a red shirt, standing on a cloud head, and laughing proudly.

Qin Yizhi, that name like a talisman, is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

At this time, Ye Yunyao was standing in the hall, his body straight, and he spoke amazingly: "Reverend Xuansi, Elder Danru, I know what you two are worried about, because that last oath was once a technique of the blood-clothed Rakshasa, I'm afraid that I will change after learning, but today, let alone my master's absence, even if he is, no one can stop me. Yun Yao practices the way of free and unfettered, and the gate returns to the Endless Pavilion. I hope the two immortal elders can see clearly, see clearly, The person who can force me in this world has not yet been born, Yunyao is not the person in your first cabinet, if you want to do something, it is not your turn to discipline me. Please leave here and leave!"

As the figure gradually moved away, Xuan Siqi's whole body was trembling, and a palm blasted out, thick smoke rose all around, and approached the entrance.

Ye Yunyao turned around to hold the fan, his wrist flew, and he slapped the fan horizontally, pushing the fan back.Then he left without looking back.

Xuan Si was so angry that he wanted to make another move, but Dan Ru hurriedly stopped him.

With a low sigh, Xuan Si couldn't help it: "I can't control it, I can't control it."

Xuan Si turned his gaze back, and said: "Danru, you also know that the art of swearing oath, with the growth of cultivation, the summoner can summon monsters with extremely terrifying cultivation, and I'm afraid... ..."

Xuan Si finished his sentence, frowning.

Danru already understood, and said: "You are afraid, Yao'er's talent is too extraordinary, his current cultivation level can summon extremely vicious things, I am afraid that in a short time, he will kill that 500-year-old..."

Danru's expression changed slightly, and he realized that his voice was trembling when he said it himself.

Xuan Temple sighed, "Hey."

"That's right, if Ye Yunyao continues to practice, I'm afraid... that ghost son will see the light of day again."

There are many rules in the first pavilion, and pedestrians rarely come and go on the road.It is always quiet here, without a trace of human voice.

There was one person who went up and down several times, and shuttled between the buildings of the Shou Pavilion calmly.Walking on the deserted path, the quick shadow shuttled, climbed over the brick wall, and landed at the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

Stepping lightly, he dodges inside.The person who came was none other than Young Master Ye from endless dreams.

The purpose of coming to the Immortal Cultivation Conference is to take the opportunity to sneak into the Library Pavilion here.

The Zangshu Pavilion of the Shouge is never open to outsiders, and only three people can enter the Zangshu Pavilion, and that is the three elders of the Shouge: Master Xuansi, Elder Faxian, and Nishui Hualan.

Xuansi and Faxian are often mentioned, but the Nishui Hualan is called Hualan Immortal, but he is a dragon who sees his head but never tails. His name, but not his body.It can also be said that he is just a fake elder who is famous and occupies the pit but does not use it.

The blood-clothed Rakshasa's last oath technique was obtained by Ye Yunyao by chance many years ago in the mountain behind the Endless Pavilion. When he picked up this book in the past, the mounting was dilapidated, only a few big characters were written on the cover, and the writing was vigorous and flowing like flowing water. .

Once practiced, Ye Yunyao was very interested in Qin Yizhi, who can create such a technique, which is completely different from that practiced by righteous people, and has a different style.

I was a bit curious about the blood-clothed Rakshasa, but unfortunately, on the cover of the torn book, there were only five big characters of "Remnant Oath" and the flamboyant "Qin Yizhi", and there was no other information. He rummaged through and couldn't find any information about Gui Gongzi, the traces were so strange that Ye Yunyao couldn't find any strangeness in it for a long time, so it seems that someone deliberately erased it.

Ye Yunyao walked calmly on the top floor of the Library Pavilion, and his clothes didn't make any waves between his steps.

I read many books, but I didn't see any relevant information.

Ye Yunyao was puzzled, looked around, and saw a painting in the southwest corner, this painting is not like other atmospheric landscapes, it is a wonderful person and beautiful thing.On the contrary, the life in the painting has a green face with fangs and an ugly face.And the heart, head, and limbs of the person in the painting are all nailed with tiny silver needles.Feeling a little strange, he looked closer and was surprised: "Why is this painting protected by a formation?"

Ye Yunyao saw a line of writing next to the painting, he looked carefully, and read out: "Young Lord Rakshasa in blood, I am immeasurably sighing when I come out of the world."

Suddenly!

The impenetrable Zangshu Pavilion is full of gloomy winds!The sound of Xixisuosuo is getting louder and louder!The grievances of howling ghosts and howling wolves continued, one after another.Ye Yunyao suddenly felt that something was wrong, held the Xiaoyao fan, and concentrated his attention on guard, but somehow, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and the library was lifeless, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

"Where is the ghost, show your shape, please don't die!" Ye Yunyao said coldly.

But after not seeing anyone for a long time, the yin in the house dissipated.

In the invisible place, there are two ghosts, one without head and one without legs, floating crookedly above the painting.

The headless soul didn't know where it came from, but it was no different from ordinary people, except that the voice was a little muffled, and it "giggled" and laughed, wishing to shake off the dirt that hadn't been bathed for hundreds of years.

"Hahahaha! Open your eyes, I finally waited for him!"

"Headless, shut up, you're yelling at Grandpa to death." Although the other legless ghost spat at him, there was indescribable joy in his eyes.He muttered: "500 years, 500 years, 500 years! If he can see this painting, he must be the person we are waiting for. We have been guarding the painting for 500 years, and finally we are waiting for him!"

The headless trembled more violently, and even let out a whimpering sound. Sure enough, before waiting for a few seconds, he let out a loud cry: "I can finally go out! Mom, I'm moldy and smelly!" It's gone!"

"Go away, you stink like hell 800 years ago." The legless ghost thought he had a loud voice, although he said so, but in fact his eyes were full of joy.

Since Hua Lanxian locked his two ghosts in this painting 500 years ago, he wanted them to guard this area well.

The two ghosts looked baffled, Hua Lanxian used all kinds of abductions and deceptions, and promised to release them within ten years.

Look at it later, it’s still ten years, fart!All farts!Damn, let Lao Tzu stay here for 500 years!

What a loss, why not lose, the headless legless heart is broken into scum.

He was an overlord at any rate during his lifetime, but why is he so useless after his death, shame on him!How embarrassing!

With legsless eyes shining brightly, he stared closely at Ye Yunyao: "One step forward, one more step forward, quick, quick..." He muttered, seeing the young man in front of him looking in their direction suspiciously, he knew There is a show!Hua Lanxian once said that only one person can see this painting, and what they are waiting for is the person who can see this painting.

The two, ah no, the two ghosts were trapped in the formation, staring at Ye Yunyao with ferocious eyes like hungry wolves pouncing on their food.With no legs, no eyes, no head and no eyes, he could only twirl around in a funny way to express his inner excitement.

Ye Yunyao was puzzled, thought for a moment, then walked forward.

He has always been interested in Qin Yizhi, for some reason, even if Qin Yizhi is a taboo that is shunned by the world, he has nothing to fear.For him, if he wants to do something, he does it.

Righteousness and evil are just a thought, and there is no clear boundary, so why bother to restrain the original mind.

How about the righteous way, what about the world?ridiculous.

The evil laughter kept ringing in his ears, and the ghost staring at him like copper bells in the painting seemed to have a soul, as if calling and waiting.There are no whites in the eyes, it is pitch black, scary and weird, and its appearance is extremely ugly.

It's just that the gaping mouth is not ready to eat people like the ghosts in the usual paintings, but... laughing?

The fangs protruded and the corners of the mouth were wide open.

To be honest, it's better not to smile.

Ye Yunyao frowned slightly, and out of nowhere, he reached out to touch the ghost in the painting.When he approached, he realized that the formation that originally protected the painting had disappeared.

At the same time, a scream came out immediately: "Ah-hahahaha"

"Free! Free! We are free!"

It was actually two ghosts running out of the painting!

Ye Yunyao spread his fan carefreely, looked at it coldly, and said in a tone without a trace of emotion: "Wait for that."

Those two ghosts were probably too excited, so they ignored Ye Yunyao's words and circled around him for a long time, Ye Yunyao's face turned green.

"Is the first pavilion a place for you to be presumptuous?"

Before he could finish speaking, the two ghosts who were circling around him suddenly knelt down in front of him with a "plop".

The legless ghost just lay on the ground.

"Thank you son, thank you son!"

"We are free, free!"

"My lord, you don't know, we have been waiting for you for 500 years! If you hadn't seen this painting and withdrew from the formation, we would have stayed here for hundreds of thousands of years. Woohoo, we would have died It’s not worth it to waste time! I’m going crazy thinking about the meat buns in Shantou Village.”

"Hmph, what's so good about the meat buns in Shantou village? The daughter red in Hujia village is the best! Tsk tsk tsk, daughter red, daughter red."

"You big-headed ghost, you are thinking about that stinky bitch."

"Headless you, grandma, don't talk too much, just you, you don't even have a head and you want to eat buns, you..."

The two quarreled with each other with each other.

Ye Yunyao frowned tightly, and just about to speak, a light flashed in front of his eyes, dazzling the entire library, and when Ye Yunyao closed his eyes, the two ghosts had disappeared.

Come fast, go fast.Ye Yunyao looked at the painting and pondered for a while, feeling even more suspicious.The two ghosts should have been forcibly sent out of this place just now. This painting does not seem to be simple.

Looking at the two lines next to it, Ye Yunyao thought to himself: "Could it be that it's really Qin Yizhi's thing?"

The formation on the painting had disappeared inexplicably, Ye Yunyao didn't care about it, at this moment he was only one step away from the painting.

Looking at this painting from a close distance, the evil spirit in the painting should have a terrifying face, but the silver needle is nailed to the center of his forehead, which looks a bit funny, like the beauty spot that my daughter's family likes.

Why is this portrait of Mr. Gui so ugly?

This was Ye Yunyao's first feeling.

Those cultivating immortals are surrounded by rich gods and handsome, handsome and talented scholars. Even the ghosts and ghosts they come into contact with are mostly cultivators. The low-level monsters are dealt with by loose immortals. It is rare to see ugly monsters.

At this time, when he looked at the person in the painting, his hands trembled slightly. He probably didn't expect that he would look even uglier if he looked at it from a close distance...

Ye Yunyao stared at it for a while, probably for a person of his stature, if he didn't want to, he would never see such ghosts in his life.

I have to say, uh, it's really special.

He originally thought that the ghost boy should be a handsome young man, but looking at it this way, it seems that he thought too much.

Ye Yunyao raised his hand to remove the few silver needles, took down the painting, and put it in his hand for a closer look.In the painting, the corpses are piled on top of each other, because there are too many corpses, piled up into a mountain of corpses, and on the top of the mountain of corpses, a monster that stomps on the corpses and wants to tear apart the begging person in its hand is opening its bloody mouth, its eyes are like Tongling , blue-faced fangs.

Ye Yunyao took a few glances, scanned around the Library Pavilion, folded the painting and put it in his bosom, and disappeared without a trace.

The painting was different, his heart was clear, and there was a wordless throbbing in his chest for no reason, which made his heart beat a little faster.Just like a secret that no one can solve, and that secret is in his hands.

The author has something to say:

You can think that this is Qin Yizhi's self-portrait, (as long as you are not afraid of being beaten by him, ahaha, after all, Young Master Qin is a very stinky person~

Here is the salted egg copywriting: "Waiting for you at the end of that street"

Every street he walks has his shadow left behind.

The hustle and bustle of the ridiculous years, looking for the body temperature of the other party in the dark, is like a big dream.

This is the road I passed when I left school.

Cheng Shen once again returned to the place in his memory and remembered the person in his memory.

At that time, that hooligan-like man squatted there smoking a cigarette, always staring at him from one end of the street to the other, smiling maliciously.

It's just that when the memory and the reality meet again, the person in front of him is wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a serious expression, and after standing up, he gives him an oppressive look...

He suddenly realized: "You?"