Mo Jiu Ye

There is a feeling of irony in everyone's heart.Being suppressed by Chuyun's restraint for a full seven days, he climbed up little by little.Although I don't know why the restriction suddenly disappeared not long ago, it is a fact that this has promoted the speed of everyone's climbing, and it has also increased the length of the escape distance, which is also a fact.

Fortunately, the shattering of the sacred mountain was relatively slow, and apart from causing serious injuries to many practitioners due to trampling, there were no casualties.

Meng Wujiu was in the hands of his master, and he was one of the few people who reached the safe place without scratching the skin.

Wiping off the cold sweat from his forehead, Meng Wujiu just wanted to express his admiration for his master, and complained that the so-called sacred mountain was so weak that it would collapse, but because of his master's unusually condensed and serious face, he was hardened. Shengsheng swallowed all the emotion into his stomach.

Even the movement of wiping sweat froze.

Immediately, he saw his master's cold, dark, and serious face facing him, and a hand that had become icy due to years of cultivation of water-type mutated spiritual power, that is, ice-type, patted his with an extremely stiff hand. head.

Meng Wujiu's face was completely stiff.Although Master Tianshu's hand was only a little heavier than slapping a mosquito, Meng Wujiu, an outstanding young cultivator's calf trembled just like that, and then softened so much.Compared with his master, the "tiger body", which was only a finger length shorter, was shaken violently, and the whole person almost collapsed on the ground.

In the end, Tianshu supported his apprentice's small body with a dark face.

Meng Wujiu's face burned with "teng".However, a low sigh next to his ear soon made Meng Wujiu's clear face pale.

Tianshu sighed softly, and said: "How can you let the teacher leave at ease with your appearance like this."

Meng Wujiu was like being splashed with a bucket of ice water in the winter, the bone-chilling chill even froze his soul.

The coldness beyond his tolerance made Meng Wujiu instinctively want to cling to the only thing he could rely on, and try his best to keep it.Meng Wujiu's mind was muddled, and he seemed to be repeating something, but he couldn't figure it out himself.His hand seemed to be grasping something, but he always felt that even a small opening and closing between his fingers would make that thing come out, so he tightened his five fingers as hard as possible, wishing to melt what he was holding into his palm.

After waiting until Meng Wujiu's muddy mind finally sobered up for a moment, he was extremely embarrassed to find that although he couldn't see the slightest bit from his face, in fact, his "young age" was already worthy of standing, and he looked like a person who had no age. Like a weaned child, he stuffed his whole head into his master's cold arms with all his strength, and his hands tightly clutched the clothes on the master's chest, his nose and tears covered Tianshu's chest, and he muttered in his mouth He muttered things like "Don't go", "I was wrong", "I must practice hard in the future and not be lazy" and so on.

Meng Wujiu reacted, and the extremely embarrassing words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Meng Wujiu didn't dare to look up when he felt his clothes were covered with tears and snot.

Feeling the intense ups and downs of his master's chest again, Meng Wujiu trembled all over.

So, when he felt his master's arm move, Meng Wujiu shrunk his neck spinelessly, praying that his master would be lighter and considerate of his apprentice's small body who just passed the Nascent Soul stage.

He really can't resist knocking~

However, after feeling the strong force coming from the back, the whole body was pressed against Master Tianshu's chest by that force while the whole body was close to Master's chest. The forceful squeeze caused Meng Wujiu to lose his lungs When there were not many scholarly families in the air, Meng Wujiu had an idea in his head in a daze - "After beating with a stick and beating on the head, is it possible that Master has taken a fancy to 'strangling' again?" ?”

Soon, Meng Wujiu had no time to express any emotions—his master seemed to be out of control, his arms were getting tighter and tighter, almost suffocating Meng Wujiu—although there was no cultivator It was the one who died of suffocation, let alone a cultivator like Meng Wujiu who had passed the first threshold of cultivation, the Nascent Soul stage, but the one who couldn't stand the force was the master with a mid-stage cultivation.

"Master, master..." Meng Wujiu's hand that was holding onto Tianshu's clothes immediately turned into a palm, and pressed against Tianshu's chest with all his might, finally squeezed a small gap and saved his own possibility. Died from suffocation under an embrace.

Before Meng Wujiu could make persistent efforts, a burst of warm breath came from his ears, as well as a rare deep voice based on his master's cold voice but with a slightly softer tone.

"Little wine..."

The tone was gentle, not at all what Meng Wujiu had imagined, for his failure to maintain the demeanor of a Kunlun disciple and his behavior of smearing the clothes of his master, who has a little cleanliness, with filth like tears and nose. The condensed tone under the rage.

Yes, although in the ears of others it still belongs to the elder Kunlun Tianshu, with a cold tone.But anyone who is familiar with Tianshu can hear a little joy in this voice.

Especially this, such a very intimate "little wine", directly petrified Meng Wujiu, a strong man who could still keep his face under the wrath of Tianshu.

Tianshu's voice was full of sighs, relief, and subtle joy, and said: "It is only when I am a teacher that I feel it. After a hundred years, it will be the time for my teacher to experience calamity. After the calamity, no matter life or death, all that remains is You are alone..."

Meng Wujiu's body froze, and the resisting hand slowly twisted and twisted, grabbing a little bit of the skirt of Tianshu's chest.There is an explanation about calamity in the classics of the master's school, and Meng Wujiu knows that the so-called calamity is an indispensable step before ascension.For thousands of years, no one has ascended, and no one has survived the calamity for ten thousand years.Although the calamity is dangerous, it is undoubtedly an opportunity for the great sect who have been seeking immortality for generations.

Opportunity you can't ask for.

However, the words "regardless of life or death" and "only one person left" still make Meng Wujiu feel sad.It is not only the only master, but the inevitable departure of the master who is regarded as a relative is still a kind of inexplicable and worrying.

It's like a treasure that has always belonged to me, has always been taken for granted by myself, and one day someone tells you suddenly that it doesn't belong to you.

He didn't like this feeling.

Meng Wujiu flattened her mouth, and her clear face seemed to lose 20 years of age because of this action.But what his master said next, Meng Wujiu couldn't help baring his teeth.

—— "However, as a teacher, I really don't worry about your meager cultivation. For the next 100 years, you can follow the master into the forbidden area to practice."

Forbidden...forbidden...forbidden...

Meng Wujiu's face was so stiff that it couldn't be any more stiff.Where is the forbidden area? !A place where birds don't shit and even turtles don't lay eggs, 100 years?Even if you want to cultivate hard, at least you have to choose a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Meng Wujiu looked up at his master, with a sincere face and eyes full of sincerity, and said: "Master..." The apprentice is wrong, master, you ask the immortal to ask how important it is to ascend to the fairy world, how can you? Does worrying about your apprentice damage your energy?You should always refine some treasures to resist the catastrophe, and then in these 100 years, I will work harder and try to marry you back with a daughter-in-law. In this way, all "life and death" and "one person" will be solved up.Of course, apprentices will work harder to add a disciple to you.You still, let's go.

——Although, Meng Wujiu deeply knows how difficult it is to pull out a white lotus that is not stained by the mud from among a bunch of femme fatales.

Before Meng Wujiu could say these words that were lingering in his heart in an extremely sincere and serious tone, he was interrupted by a slightly bitter female voice.

Meng Wujiu confessed his true feelings, but was stillborn.It was also because of the stillbirth at this moment that Meng Wujiu was ordered to wander around without being slapped off by his master.

"Yo, the master-student relationship in Kunlun Wonderland is really good~" It was Yao Xin, the elder of Putuo Wonderland who spoke.Compared to how glamorous and charming she was when she was on Mount Fuxi, Yao Xin at this time is much more embarrassed.After all, in the face of life and death, beauty and ugliness are not what everyone cares about.When the unlucky Yaoxin collapsed at the beginning of the cloud, not only did none of the flower protectors come to protect the flower, but when she was running down the mountain, because Yaoxin's movements were a little slower and happened to block the way of others, Although it is said that he was not under the dark hand, but there are still people doing things like pushing.

Yaoxin was almost pushed into Xueyeli outside the jade steps—although Chuyun’s restriction to suppress their strength disappeared inexplicably, but it didn’t mean that Xueyeli’s powerful lethality would also disappear because of this.If this one is not done well, it will end in rapid freezing and then shattering!

Yaoxin gritted her teeth in hatred.

However, when she found out that the man who did it happened to be a male monk who vowed to be with her life and death in order to pursue her, Yao Xin held back the blood in her throat and almost choked to death.

Yaoxin's eyes were red, and she greeted the eighteen generations of ancestors of all male creatures in the world.And at this time, she saw Tianshu who was protecting Meng Wujiu in his arms and went straight down the mountain. Seeing him being beaten several times in order to protect his apprentice, she felt even more uncomfortable.

She spent decades trying to get a hook up with this man, and took her beauty for nothing, but she was so nice to such an apprentice. Is there any reason for this? !

Therefore, Yao Xin, who was already full of anger, finally got jealous when she saw the scene of master and apprentice embracing each other so affectionately after she finally descended from Chuyun Shenshan Mountain.Regardless of how cold and icy Tianshu's eyes are and how lethal the knife is, he tucked into his messy long hair and walked towards the pair of master and apprentice, with sarcasm in his bright eyes, he said: "I really envy others Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, Yao Xin's complexion became even worse, and she said: "There are very few father and son in the mortal world who hug each other so intimately. Those who don't know think they are a couple of lovers... also , A certain disciple who came out of Kunlun hooked up with his own brother."

Tianshu's expression was cold, Meng Wujiu's whole body was stiff, and his head was buzzing from the shock of Yaoxin's words.

At this time, another female voice came in.The voice was as cold as the moon, and the words were sharp and sarcasm, and said: "In my Kunlun sect, not to mention the master and apprentice, the relationship between the brothers and sisters is good. Naturally, it is not comparable to the civil strife in some sects, and it is even more incomparable to fighting for an elder. A certain disciple who went to another sect for help." Elder Yaoguang's apricot eyes were full of evil, and he was also a beauty who had gone through an escape, not a single hair on her body was messed up.All this is due to another woman among the elders of the Seven Pavilions of Kunlun——Yuheng's powerful refining skills and medicine refining ability, which directly armed this sister to the teeth.

For anyone who dared to attack Fluctlight, a miserable death would be the best ending.

Yao Guang's eyes were burning, the corners of his lips were smiling, and he said softly: "Junior Sister Yaoxin, can you tell me, what method did you use to pry a certain elder from Penglai Xianshan to make peace for you?"

Yaoxin's face turned white and then red, red and then black.The bright eyes turned around on Tianshu, who was silent and cold, and then fell on Meng Wujiu, who was pretending to be an ostrich in Tianshu's arms, and finally looked at the flamboyant and arrogant Yaoguang with hatred. , stomped his feet, let out a "hum", ignored Yaoguang's question, and cupped his hands at the three of them, without saying a word, Yu Jian left directly.

That back, no matter how you look at it, it feels dingy.

Yao Xin, who had always been displeased with her anger, pinched her waist and squinted at Meng Wujiu in Tianshu's arms with a pair of apricot eyes, and said, "Little Nephew, don't you usually speak well? How come today is so... Yo, what's the matter, why are you crying like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet?" Yao Guang's beautiful eyes widened, it's really hard to imagine that such a shameless nephew who would cheat A pair of rabbit-like eyes will be red.Of course, it's not that Meng Wujiu has never cried in front of her, but that's purely to torture them with noise in order to fight for their own rights.

Looking at the current posture, it is clear that he has been wronged by the boss.Just look at the sticky thing on his senior brother's chest. Fortunately, her clean-loving senior brother didn't slap him away with a slap.

"Crying... who, who is crying!!" Meng Wujiu stared

, "My eyes were blown by the strong wind, and this is what happened when I hurt my eyes." Even if he was killed, he would not admit that he was crying in public, just because of such a "small matter" that his master wanted to leave.There is always a banquet in the world. When I was apprenticed to the teacher, I knew that there would be a day of separation.However, knowing it in my heart does not mean accepting feelings... Meng Wujiu gritted his teeth, anyway, he couldn't let Yaoguang speak out, otherwise, everyone in Kunlun would know about it.

That's right, Elder Yaoguang has always talked less, but the only time he talks a lot is when he talks to Elder Yuheng.Elder Yuheng has always been afraid of chaos in the world, and his disciples have carried forward the spirit of gossip to every corner of Kunlun.

Yaoguang shook his head, reaching out his hand to pinch Meng Wujiu's face, but Tianshu, who was always cold, reached out his hand to stop Yaoguang.Tianshu's eyes were extremely cold and looked at Luoguang very seriously, until she unconsciously took two steps back.Then, Tianshu said coldly: "You didn't see anything."

Yaoguang nodded subconsciously and said, "I didn't see anything."

Immediately, Yaoguang turned black because of her inexplicable cuteness.Just when he was about to say something more, he saw that Meng Wujiu was full of admiration, and when looking at his master with a pair of red eyes, there were almost stars shining.What made Yaoguang's jaw dislocated was that the elder Tianshu, who was known for his iceberg facial paralysis in the entire cultivation world, and even registered in the demon world, slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a shallow but definitely curved smile .

In an instant, the spring breeze broke the ice, and the earth rejuvenated, and the only two witnesses were directly stunned.

Yaoguang pointed at Tianshu with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be...Could it be that Senior Brother Tianshu, you really...really..."

Tianshu glanced at Fluctlight very calmly, but ignored it.Glancing at the clothes on his body, Fu glanced at his little apprentice again, stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, and said lightly: "This is not an example."

Meng Wujiu was bewitched by his master's rare smile, and nodded foolishly. In fact, he didn't even notice what his master said...

Fluctlight nearly choked on his own saliva.

This famous cold-faced beauty in Kunlun Mountain swallowed with difficulty, looked at the strange expression of her senior brother, and also looked at Meng Wujiu's silly look, and murmured: "This gaze is really... Absolutely. No, no..." Yaoguang looked at the little nephew who was confused by Tianshu's confusion, and said with emotion: "It should be said, it's bad luck for our little nephew."

Being favored by your master who is wrapped in iceberg skin and covered with a belly full of bad water, little nephew, you don't even have a little bit of dregs left.

Also, what should I call you, uncle in the future?Sister-in-law?

Fluctuating in the wind for the scene he imagined.

The author has something to say: shaking hands with the lid on the pot, posting it~~~ The moldy jj can’t reply to the comment~ I’m just typing here~~~~~~~~~~o(╯□╰) o

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117, Fan Wai Ming Emperor [Part [-]]...

The underworld is not the same as the ghost world, but the world always confuses the two.

The underworld is the place where all living beings reincarnate. Whether they were demons or human beings, at the moment their lives end, there will be a power in the underworld to guide them to the underworld. As the soul moves forward, it will turn into seeds, and when it falls on the ground, it will become another manjusawa.And the traces of the past will gradually disappear as they step into the river of forgetfulness, and finally erase all the past and start another life.

As for the ghost world, although there is also a dark miasma sky that is always surging and can corrode the body, and there is also a sea of ​​red flowers like a sea of ​​blood, but there are always fighting and devouring by the weak and the strong.The souls here rejected the guidance of the underworld, and thus fell into the ghost world.

The power of the soul is not endless, in addition to regaining power in reincarnation, wandering for too long will wear down the power of the soul, and in the end the only way is for the soul to disperse.And the special environment in the ghost world will undoubtedly increase the consumption of the soul.If you want to stay in the ghost world for a long time, you have no way out except to devour other souls.

However, devouring the soul is not easy.If you are not careful, you will eat back, and every time you swallow, it will be absorbed together with the memory of the other party. Maybe in the end, those souls who have successfully swallowed will inevitably forget themselves and even the result of madness.

This is not alarmist talk, but, in the northwest of the ghost world, on the land so desolate that even manjushahua has never grown, there are ghosts who have forgotten themselves everywhere, howling day by day.They instinctively didn't want to dissipate, so they devoured all the souls they could meet one after another, and then were trapped by the superimposed chaotic memories, making it difficult to escape.

Those who have never experienced that kind of pain will never understand.

And every soul that has entered the ghost world and survived has experienced that kind of pain.And the difference between them and those ghosts who lost themselves on the wasteland is that they survived.Therefore, no one will sympathize with those ghosts.

……

In this world, there are also races that take the harsh environment of the ghost world as normal.Unlike ghosts who are constantly devouring other souls, they have been in this world since birth.To them, the miasma full of corrosive power can be regarded as fresh air.The blood-smeared river flowing with blood is a clear stream in their eyes, and those manjusawa that are watered by blood and become more enchanting and weird are sacred flowers to them... They are a family born of spirit bodies family.

The royal family has ruled the ghost world since birth, and they are the well-deserved masters of the ghost world.They only need to absorb miasma to practice, and masters abound.Alien ghosts enter the ghost world, and to them, they are intruders.In the beginning, they will go hunting.However, as more and more ghosts entered here, they began to regard them as slaves and even food.

The royal family can rely on absorbing the power of the soul body to improve their cultivation without being troubled by their memory.And this discovery undoubtedly made it even more difficult for the soul body, which was already struggling to survive, to survive.

……

In the ghost world, there are extremely strict levels, divided into ghost pawns, ghost generals, ghost kings, and ghost emperors.In the ghost world, ghost soldiers can be seen everywhere, and ghost generals are also common. There are no more than twenty ghost kings, and there are only three ghost emperors in the entire ghost world.

Once upon a time, there were only two ghost emperors in the ghost world—one was Yudi Minghua, who was born in the royal family, and the other was Huadi Manzhu, who had poured blood into the ghost world for thousands of years.

The two ghost emperors have been fighting for the power of the ghost world for thousands of years and never stopped.The two races under its command have their own advantages and cannot give in to each other.Ming Hua is superior to the orthodoxy of the royal clan, only lamenting that the royal clan was born from the blood river's fierce and hostile energy, and it is not easy to transform into a shape. Even though the talent is extremely high, the number of them is very small.And the clan led by Manzhu is the flower charm that emerges from the boundless Manzhu flower sea in the ghost world.It is not easy to transform the flower charm into form, but there are so many manjusawa in the ghost world, and even if they are destroyed, they can be regenerated in just one night.Although the strength of the individual is not as good as that of the Royal Clan, they are more numerous and more desperate to survive in the ghost world. The manjushahua transformation of the ghost world is supposed to be the essence of grass and trees, but they have no evil spirit on them. Only ghosts.They can't survive in places other than ghost qi, and the Yaozu won't recognize them.Their identities are really embarrassing.

The two clans fought endlessly, and it was even more difficult for the ghost to survive in the gap between the two clans.However, no one thought that another emperor would appear in the ghost world, and this emperor was a ghost from outside.

He was born in the wasteland outside the northwest of the ghost world.

No one knows exactly how he maintained his clarity under the devouring of soul and memory again and again, and no one knows how he endured the pain and slowly groped out the cultivation method that belonged to him in the absence of any suitable cultivation formulas. It's not that the royal family and the flower family have not tested the potential of these ghosts who are constantly being sucked into the ghost world.They once chose one to practice their own method, but all of them died by exploding; they did not indulge the ghosts to devour each other, but all of them lost themselves, being swallowed by others in madness or constantly devouring others .

They never dreamed that there would be ghosts cultivating through devouring again and again, and finally climbed to the highest point of the ghost world.

That ghost emperor is the ghost emperor who can be restrained only by the cooperation of the two ghost emperors Hua and Yu in the future, and his soul is fierce.

……

In fact, Hunli himself didn't know how he endured the messy memories in his head and slowly sorted out everything that belonged to him bit by bit during those almost endless years, every time he seemed to be in danger of being backlashed. .

In the ghost world, the wasteland in the northwest is a forbidden area. Although it is not a strictly prohibited place, generally no existence will take the initiative to go there.

The souls there carry too many crazy memories, disorderly and chaotic, even if the royal family is blessed by nature, they will find it difficult to digest the souls there.What's more, the souls there are ferocious, not afraid of death, and often see new souls, no matter how strong or not, they will devour them first.

Hun Li didn't know how scary that place was at first.

In the beginning, when Hun Li was not called Hun Li, when he was just a weak soul who had just been pulled into the ghost world, he had no intention of devouring other souls.

He just has to wait for that person.

He stood by the bloody long river, waiting forever.

At that time, he didn't know that the place he came to was not the underworld, but another place like hell.

At that time, his name was Mu Wenzhan.

In today's Fuhuang Continent, the surname Mu Wen has long since disappeared in the torrent of history. Rao himself, after changing his name, he gradually stopped thinking about the past.

……

Hun Li sneered, lazily brought Mo Yu's wine glass to his lips, and drank the fine wine in the glass in one gulp.

At this time, Hun Li was wearing a black long robe, with a three-finger-wide dark red piping at the collar of the collar, and a gleaming metallic belt around his waist, which was not tight, and the slightly loose collar could vaguely see black. The inner garment and the jade-like chest.He was lying on a soft couch carved from a whole piece of black jade, his head was supported by his right hand, his black hair was not tied up, and his ankle-length black hair flowed like an ink-colored river on the soft couch.He was playing with the empty wine glass with his left hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be concentrating.

Beside her ear was the cup-changer who deliberately lowered her voice, and the outside scene was clearly reflected through the layers of gauze curtains.The hall was full of guests, and everyone present was laughing, even a little flattering.

The palace they are in is located in the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Yellow Springs.Here, the water of Wangchuan meanders and flows, and there are green reeds on both sides, and the breeze blows, and the reed flowers are flying all over the sky like white snow; while on the ground, the red manjusawa blooms into the sea, like waves in the wind.Bai Xue, flying flowers, the beauty in front of you is so beautiful that you almost forget it. This is the kingdom of the dead deep in the ground.

There are many respectful people sitting under the grand hall. There are ghost kings who can almost call wind and rain in the ghost world, and there are powerful ghosts who have shrunk in the underworld for thousands of years.Among them, the most conspicuous ones were a man and a woman. They sat in the first position where His Highness attacked.

The man was wearing a black cloak with a hood, revealing only his face and a hand holding a wine glass.His facial features are plain and ordinary. At first glance, he looks no different from ghost pawns wandering around in the ghost world, but the vague sense of oppression on his body makes people have to be vigilant.He is the previous patriarch of the imperial clan, Ming Hua.

The woman is wearing gorgeous red makeup, her long black hair is loosely pulled up, and there is no ornament in her hair, only a bright red manjusawa flower.Her appearance is extremely delicate and beautiful, her eyes are like autumn water with waves, her lips are like petals, and her skin is fair and tender, as if water can flow out with a light pinch.Her figure is already extremely hot, but now she is resting her elbows lazily on the table, her shoulders and arms are exposed, almost every curve and every movement is interpreting what is a peerless enchantress and what is a real woman. silent temptation.Coupled with the woman's charming smile, it added fuel to this charming charm.But everyone here just dared to look and think. This woman is clearly a cannibal flower.The brighter and more charming her smile was, the more vicious and ruthless her methods were.She is Manzhu, the leader of the Shahuamei Clan, Manzhu.

Minghua, Manzhu, the two former emperors of the ghost world, but that's just the past.At this time, the underworld and the ghost world merged, and the Netherworld was born. Since then, in this kingdom of the dead, only Soul Li, the Underworld Emperor crowned by the Dao of Heaven, can be called an emperor.

Minghua and Manzhu smiled, but their eyes were filled with coldness.If they had known about today's situation earlier, even if they worked so hard to lose their cultivation base and pay the price of their men's lives, they would have made the emperor disappear in the first place.

No one knows how much regret they have in their hearts.

They looked at the faint black figure behind the white curtain, half resentment and half fear.And this kind of expression obviously pleased the Lord of the Netherworld who was behind the veil.

Hun Li couldn't help showing a sneer on his face, he shook the hand holding the wine glass slightly, and the bright red fermented rice appeared in the glass again.

Today's position is due to that person.

Hun Li closed his eyes, what was that person's name?Yes, his name is Jiu Ye.As for the appearance, even the soulful Lord of the Underworld Emperor, with his profound cultivation, can no longer describe that person's appearance in his mind.

At this time, it was only five years away from the so-called "Seven Nights End Times".

He is still the emperor of the underworld, those Jiuye's former seniors, fellow elders, and old friends who used to be in Cang Kingdom have long forgotten Jiuye.And he only got a name.

Ha, he is not alone in being forgotten by the world.In this world, at least he still remembered that person's name.And his name, no one remembers him.

So ridiculous.

……

Frankly speaking, Hun Li was not happy when he first got the throne, but just sad.

At the beginning, he cultivated, just to survive.And he exists to wait for that person.

During his days in the wasteland of the ghost world, he wandered between madness and calmness countless times, and wanted to let his reason be annihilated in the madness countless times, but he still couldn't bear it after all.

He even carved his past bit by bit on the stone wall with his fingers, just not to forget.

He is waiting.

The first class is 8000 years.

Only he knows how long 8000 years is and how desperate it is.These 8000 years have created Hun Li, one of the three emperors of the ghost world, and finally shattered the past that once belonged to Mu Wenzhan.

He still remembered that he was waiting for someone, but he forgot why and who he was waiting for.

He only remembered that the peach blossoms were like clouds, and the smile on that person's face was warm.And that warmth, no matter how many years passed, no matter how many memories he lost or gained again, it was still as vague as yesterday.

The jade cup in his palm was crushed with a "bang", and the bright red wine dripped down his white fingers.

Immediately, the lively banquet fell silent, and needles could be heard falling in the hall.Even if he was slightly drunk, he was awake at this moment.

"Get out." Hun Li closed his eyes and said coldly.

The sound of leaving their seats and exiting the hall suddenly sounded in the hall. Rao, the two former ghost emperors who were furious because of Hun Li's impoliteness, didn't say anything at the moment, but their eyebrows were stern, but they didn't say anything. He exited the hall respectfully.

In the quiet and empty hall, only Hun Li was left.The dark wind that blew into the palace lifted up the thin gauze curtains, revealing the black-clothed emperor rubbing his eyebrows at the moment.There was an irritable look on his face, and his eyes were cloudy and uncertain.After an unknown amount of time, the Underworld Emperor in black suddenly stood up, his sleeves fluttered, and everything around him, including the jade bed and soft couch, the luminous pearls used for lighting in the hall, and the table desks that had been cleaned up after everyone left , all turned into powder.

With a flash of black light, the new Nether Lord disappeared into the hall, leaving only a faint whisper: "Look...it's okay..."

……

This is not the first time that Hun Li has come to the world, but it is the first time that Hun Li has come here.

Liexiang, the capital of the country, is sunny and cool.

And 8000 years ago, this was an unremarkable small city that belonged to the Menghua Dynasty.

The Menghua Dynasty, the dynasty that once ruled the entire Floating Desolate Continent, really is a dream of Fanghua.

The author has something to say: Well, there will be mother fox and uncle fox in the later episodes, and then I will explain where Xiao Ye went to shit

After nine updates, let me lay flat and beat...

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118, Fan Wai Emperor [Part [-]]...

Standing on this familiar but unfamiliar land, Hun Li has never felt so clearly what is the vicissitudes of the sea and the changes in the world like today.

The Muwen family was one of the eight major families of the Menghua Dynasty, and the generals and concubines in the family were also very powerful for a while.And when Mu Wenzhan was born, the family had gone downhill.When Mu Wenzhan was eight years old, Mu Wen's family could only huddle in the little sunshine to survive.

Almost every junior of the Muwen family grew up under the admonition of the elders to revive the family, especially Mu Wenzhan is the eldest son of this generation of patriarchs and the future patriarch.

However, this first-in-line heir is not recognized by anyone in the family.

It is undeniable that he is excellent, and he is excellent in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.It cannot be denied that his temperament, gentle and elegant, should be unparalleled for a son.It's just that he is not suitable to shoulder the heavy responsibility of a family.

He will never learn to set up traps in conversations with others, to pretend to be false.

He also can't learn to sell his feelings for the so-called power.He can't regard power as the most important thing in his life. He prefers to lie under a tree full of peach blossoms and drink a glass of sake in the cool and sunny spring of just two months.

And in fact, he did.

In a family that can be regarded as a giant even if it is declining, there will always be someone who wants to experience the feeling of controlling the family and watching the family grow in his hands.

Mu Wenzhan's status as the first heir exists in name only.

Mu Wenzhan didn't care, but someone always cared, even if it was just a false name.

……

Hun Li closed his eyes, and everything that had been blurred in the past emerged clearly when he stepped on this land.Instead of looking at this strange land, Hun Li closed his eyes and walked slowly.There were people coming and going on the street, and Yangliang, the capital of Liexiang, was very lively, but no one could see this soul who closed his eyes and behaved strangely.

——Walk along this street for [-] steps, then turn left and go straight to the end, where there is a big house that takes up a quarter of the sun and shade, which is the home of the Mu Wen family.

However, before turning left a few steps, he was blocked by the high wall in front of him.

The vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world.

Hun Li flicked his long sleeves and went straight through the wall.

Here, it has become what it used to be.Hun Li had a sarcasm on his face, the former ancestral house of the Mu Wen family no longer belonged to the Mu Wen family.After 8000 years of continuous renovation and reconstruction, the former house has already worn away the traces of the past.The vast mansion is also divided into several independent houses.

Hun Li sneered coldly, the past that had been abandoned long ago, he had given up when he was constantly fighting for survival, and now he was rediscovered when he became the Emperor of the Underworld, the way of heaven will not fall and the Emperor of the Underworld will not die.

Seriously, ridiculous.

Hun Li stood for a while, then turned and left.

At this moment, a breeze blew, and a few pink petals fluttered and landed on his shoulders.