[Comprehensive] The Adventures of the Hidden Prince

By the East China Sea.

Thousands of miles of blue waves are mighty, and the water and the sky are connected.

Li Jiancheng walked leisurely along the coastline, holding a trace of golden aura in his hand.

The other end of the spiritual light was under the endless deep sea, and Li Jiancheng stopped beside a rock.

That was the place where he first met Nezha Aobing when he came here.

Maybe it's because almost everyone around him hasn't changed their faces for many years, Li Jiancheng has never been very sensitive to the passage of time.Even though it has been a long time since they first met, when Li Jiancheng was standing here, he still felt that the little doll in a bun and the serious-looking little white dragon were sitting side by side holding hands, sharing a bunch of candied haws The scene, as if it was yesterday.

Li Jiancheng was silent for a while, raised his hand and split the sea.

The turbulent sea receded to both sides along the path of Li Jiancheng's sword, and a road with no end in sight was paved in the middle.

Li Jiancheng slightly raised his hand leading the golden aura, and walked into the deep sea step by step along the thin line.

The sea water gathers behind him, and there are huge waves, but no splash of water falls on Li Jiancheng's yellow clothes.

The sea is silent, and Li Jiancheng doesn't know how many deep currents are hidden under it, and he doesn't want to know.

He walked under the deep sea for a long time, seeing ghostly colors.

He suddenly thought of a legend.

It is rumored that there is Guixu under the East China Sea. The waters of the eight rivers and nine wilds, the flow of Tianhan, and the vast soup all gather at the bottom of Guixu, and the water of Guixu has neither increased nor decreased.

It is the place where the gods sleep.

A golden light suddenly appeared before Li Jiancheng's eyes. He shook his head and woke up from the legend. The spiritual light drawn by his hand had found its target.

On the cliff of the deep valley that was split under the sea, there was a faint light flashing.

The light is tiny, but never extinguished, dotted stubbornly on the cliff.

When Li Jiancheng pulled the aura down in his hand, the glimmer of light on the cliff suddenly brightened and jumped happily.

Li Jiancheng's posture changed, and he skimmed the cliff lightly to retrieve the glimmer of light.

It started with the familiar warmth, and Li Jiancheng even touched the name he carved when he was carving the jade pendant.

Taking the jade pendant, Li Jiancheng was about to go out, when he suddenly thought of something, and with a trace of consciousness, he cautiously probed into the jade pendant.

The dragon soul groaned softly.

Li Jiancheng breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes.

The young man in gold turned around and left the rift valley on the seabed, walking alone in the endless deep sea, surrounded by silent sea water, and the guiding aura jumped in front of him.

The deep sea and the single person are supposed to be lonely silhouettes, but the smile on the face of the young man in gold is like spring water reflecting peach blossoms, intense and lively.

And Luo Hu on Zhou Ying's side was not as smooth and relaxed as Li Jiancheng.

Relying on the fact that no one in this world can beat him and no one dares to control him, he hides his body and fishes in troubled waters among the Zhou army.

For example, if Zhou Jun had the upper hand today, he would quietly add blood to the Shang army. Tomorrow, when the Shang army repelled Zhou Jun, he would secretly rub it to Zhou Jun.

In short, both sides of the fight are a bit unclear, and they don't know what strength their own side and the opponent's are, and the battle is stalemate.

However, after all, you can't play too much. When Luo Hu took a nap, he found that the little Nezha who corresponded to his own spirit beads, when he came back from outside one day, his face was far more hostile than before.

There is a little lotus pattern between the eyebrows, and the young man's pretty face is full of evil, but there is a little bit of water in his eyes.

It's like the tears shed when facing the truth about the tragic death of Xiaobailong when Chentangguan was closed that year.

Only this time, it was not as sad and indignant as before.

what happened?

Luo Hu stared at the soldiers of the Zhou camp, all of them lost their good looks.

I looked around and saw a few familiar faces.

Luo Hu recalled the names on the list of gods, and calculated the time in his mind, it was almost the same, what's the matter with Huang?Oh Huang Tianhua, it's time for him to die.

Sure enough, Nezha's face was frosty when he heard the grief and indignation of his colleagues in the Zhou camp.

The invisible evil spirit unconsciously condensed into a thick coercion, making all the soldiers breathless.

The soldiers of the Zhou camp knew that this cold-faced little general had a good relationship with Huang Tianhua. Now that Huang Tian died incarnate, he must feel uncomfortable, but they couldn't bear the evil spirit of this little general, so they could only turn to Yang Jian and Jiang Ziya who were on the side. Wink.

After all, in the Zhou camp, it seems that only these two words can make this murderous little general listen to him.

As for his titular brother?Forget it, it's no different from their colleagues.

Uh, maybe the relationship is even worse, after all, little general Nezha will still greet them, and for these two brothers, they are really strangers.

Jiang Ziya went to see Ji Fa first, and didn't care about these soldiers. As for Yang Jian, Yang Jian naturally received the eyes of his colleagues, but even he could only smile bitterly in his heart.

His fellow sect has a really weird temper, but if he finds the right point, he is easy to coax, but now...

Thinking of another fellow student who died, Yang Jian is in no mood to think about anything else now.

Especially after Nezha seemed to be aware of his situation, his face was slightly relaxed, and he withdrew his murderous aura.

Yang Jian's heart sank, and when he set off, the entrustment of Master and Master Taiyi flashed across his mind.

He heard the news about this fellow junior from his master, and came to the conclusion that this junior should be a rebellious and belligerent character, who cares about the sky and the ground, and can't rub the sand in his eyes.

It shouldn't be like Master Taiyi was worried about, Yang Jian thought so.

After coming to Zhouying, after getting in touch with this junior, it was indeed basically consistent with his initial thoughts.But there is only one thing...

This junior brother, most of the time, is too quiet, so quiet that he doesn't seem like a real person.

Yang Jian knew that he was no longer a human being, but the incarnation of a lotus flower, and his cultivation base was fixed in the golden fairy realm, and he could no longer make any progress.

Originally, he was still feeling sorry for this talented junior, but in the next few battles side by side, Yang Jian was keenly aware of the extremely lonely blood flowing under this exquisite killing puppet.

Violence, killing, wildness, arrogance, purity, calmness... The completely different characteristics are mixed together to form an extremely distinctive soul under that skin.

Yes, even though the master said that he no longer has three souls and seven souls, and the soul magic weapon of the Shang army has never worked on Nezha, Yang Jian can be sure that Nezha has a soul.

His heart is still there.

During the subsequent march, Yang Jian paid more attention to this junior brother. From the few words of Nezha and the unclear words of the elders of the master, he slowly pieced together a truth that horrified him.

However, Master and the others, do you know that Nezha's cultivation has never been restricted to the Golden Fairyland?

Yang Jian was at a loss when he remembered Nezha's origin and the state that was suppressed by something that he had glimpsed by accident.

Junior Brother Nezha suppresses himself like this, if one day all of them erupt...

However, Yang Jian didn't say anything.

Master and Uncle Taiyi just want me to take care of Junior Brother Nezha, so there is no need to mention other irrelevant matters.

Let the senior brother see it, junior brother, how far can you go?

Yang Jian's brows and eyes were cold, and his face was full of irony towards the so-called heaven.

And this bit of irony happened to catch Luo Hu's eyes.

Yoho, there are still a few pleasing kids in this world.

With a flick of Luo Hu's fingertips, a little glow fell between Yang Jian's eyebrows without anyone noticing it.

What if there is only Nezha who is in charge of the reserve?

Of course, the more the better.

Relying that no one else could see him at the moment, Luo Hu swaggered away after Nezha who said he was going out to relax.

Nezha came to the school field where he usually competed with the Huang family brothers, and stood alone on the field holding a gun. He watched for a long time, but no young boy with a hippie smile appeared from unknown places and laughed at him for looking like a girl. , and then caught the long spear he had struck, and hit him with crackling.

"The lone star of Tiansha is not as miserable as you, little Nezha."

"Who?!" Nezha turned around abruptly, looking towards the place where the voice came from.

Luo Hu came out from under the eaves, half of his body was covered with skylight, but the expression on his face was flickering.

"Me? I'm your original master."

Nezha's pupils shrank, and the sudden heat in his chest shocked him. He searched all his memories, but he couldn't find the slightest impression of the person in front of him.

"Don't think about it, you can't remember it."

Luo Hu raised his hand and pressed Nezha's bun. The young man froze because of his approach, but he didn't turn his head away.

The intimacy in the soul is not fake.

"You're really messing around now." Luo Hu sighed, with a half-truth and half-fake tone: "At least I've had a fight with this seat."

"Soon, you will be free."

The man in black came without a trace and went without a trace. After Nezha dripped a drop of blood between his brows and replenished his spiritual source, Nezha could never find him again.

The lone star of the evil spirit?

Nezha clenched the spear tightly in his hand, his bright eyes were shining brightly, it was the fire light soaked in blood.

I don't believe in fate.

I knew something big would happen!

Yang Jian supported his body with the trident on the ground, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He wondered helplessly whether this was the result of his intentional failure to report Nezha's abnormality.

but……

Yang Jian looked around at the scattered heavenly soldiers and generals, Li Jing who was bound by the Qiankun circle, and the Li family brothers who were tied aside by Huntianling. He had to admit that he was just pretending to be swept by the gun wind, and then he could start Water paddling is already quite good treatment.

How did things get to this point?

Yang Jian's mind was clear, he thought a lot and was very smart, so he would soon understand what was going on.

The honorable lord of the heaven is still ahead, as long as Nezha stops resisting, everything will be forgotten.

deceive who?

Nezha obviously didn't believe it either.

Rather, he never believed in everything, everything.

Whether fate or heaven, everything is no longer in his eyes.

Chun and Jingming, who were immersed in their souls, slowly repaired the cracks on the Lingzhu, and Luo Hu's blood essence complemented his spiritual source.

Years of suppressed grievances, incomprehension, anger, pain...

He can finally make a scene regardless of right or wrong, make him turn upside down, make him turn the stars upside down, make him upside down, make the sun and the moon upside down!

The plain-clothed boy stood barefoot on the clouds, surrounded by gods and Buddhas who scolded him for being unruly and accused him of disrespecting the way of heaven.

And the boy who was held accountable watched all this with cold eyes.

Jade Void Spirit Orb, Human Race's Great Treasure, Origin of Heaven and Earth...

I really think highly of him.

Li Nezha never felt how important he was. The day he cut his flesh back to his mother, his bones to his father, and his eyes and surname, he left everything he had as a human being and never looked back.

He naively thought that he could meet his best friend who was killed by him under the Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

But Huang Quan did not accept his soul.

He can't even enter the gate of hell.

Unexamined, he returned to the world, and his soul returned to the original spirit orb.

Only then did he understand that the catastrophe of heaven and earth has already begun, and what should come will always come.

Who told him to be the spirit bead, the so-called "spirit of the treasure that suppresses the luck of the human race".

He can't escape.

However, why should he obey the destiny?

What did Ao Bing do wrong?

The young man with a bright complexion smiled sadly, and shot forward.

——The only fault of the pure and kind-hearted little white dragon is probably that he became friends with the person who should be tribulated.

Then, with endless despair and pain, he died at the hands of his best friend.

Ao Bing, were you scared when you couldn't wake me up?

You are so afraid of pain...

The light in Nezha's eyes went out little by little, and his anger rose.

What you want to do, I am not as good as you want.

"Nezha has no father, no mother, no relatives, and no surname."

"The lotus flower is the body, and the spirit pearl is the soul. When born ugly, you will be ordered to commit a thousand and seven murders."

"Everyone said that Nezha doesn't care about blood relatives, doesn't respect his teacher, doesn't understand human nature, and doesn't understand the harmony of heaven."

Nezha pursed his lips and laughed wildly, the bright red lotus pattern between his eyebrows became more and more intense, and a shocking scarlet streak appeared from the end of his eyes to his hair——

"It's better to let this spirit bead be shattered, and pay off the debt."

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Li Jiancheng went out to sea, and when he looked up, he saw that the sky was filled with red clouds.

In the red glow is an ominous light of blood.

not good!

Li Jiancheng said in surprise.

What is Luo Hu doing, Nezha, this is the rhythm of dying with the gods and Buddhas all over the sky!

Li Jiancheng subconsciously clenched the jade pendant he had just scooped up, thinking that there might be more of them, and he still hadn't extinguished his desire to bury the little white dragon.

What Nezha hates the most is himself.

That, the one who did it to Ao Bing.

Li Jiancheng rushed to the battlefield above the Nantian Gate by riding on the streamer, and before he had time to be surprised when his body skills became so proficient, his subordinates subconsciously activated the power of the soul to help the little white dragon who was lying in the spring and Jingming to speed up his recovery.

The power of the soul was passing away rapidly, and at this moment Li Jiancheng heard the voice of his third brother——

"Wake up quickly!"

The soul has been away from the body for too long, and he can hardly bear it anymore.

The front door is the battlefield between Nezha and Mantian Gods and Buddhas.

Li Jiancheng exhausted all his strength and sent the jade pendant wrapped in spiritual power into the encirclement.

There is a dragon chant, coming from the void——