Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Pink and blue are intertwined, cassocks are draped around the body, Qihuayao grass is blooming beside, light fragrance lingers in front of the nose, but it can't get rid of the obscurity in the blue eyes, the slightly raised corners of the mouth, or innocent, or sad, countless His expression was quietly submerged.

Zong San Zuo Wenwen hugged Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen, his thin body contained endless strength, his pink hair gently swept across his cheeks, covering the expression in his eyes.

Xiaoye played with Zongsan's long hair in her hands, and the corners of her mouth turned down, showing no trace of joy.

The flowers are colorful, and the white mist floats around, lightly gliding past their sides, and then drifting to an unknown distance, light and hazy, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and the sprinkling of brilliance embellishes everything with gold, but also makes that The darkness grew deeper and deeper.

The flowing light is overflowing, the sea of ​​flowers swaying the body, dancing against the breeze, accompanied by the butterfly dance, is one of the most beloved landscapes in this heaven.

Vitality blooms here, so dazzling that it is hard to look away, and Zongsan and Xiaoye are sitting in this piece of rare grass and strange flowers.

Probably because of their sad personality, there was no joy on their faces, but sorrow.

Slightly wrinkled brows were filled with melancholy, lingering around his side, Zong San lightly raised his hand, and received a smear of light that came erratically, a little mischievous, but also a little obscure, the black dyed in the pink light really occupies a large area, hard to ignore.

The slender fingers tapped lightly on the light spot, the black faded quietly, and the original pink brilliance was restored.

Zong San's left words slightly raised the corners of his mouth, put it in his palm, and let it blend into his body.

He was looking forward to it, looking forward to the news brought by this light spot.

A few years ago, my elder brother came down to this world for a favor, and he has never returned. Although I know that I should not stop him, and I should let my elder brother complete the karmic reincarnation, but I am really worried about his situation.

Just now he chose the method of going down to the world, but he didn't have that kind of permission to go down to the world, so he could only split his soul in half and fall into the world, in order to follow in the footsteps of his brother.

In order to ensure that he would be brought back by his elder brother, Zong San put a spell on himself, only his elder brother would bring him back to Honmaru, and all other elder brothers' spirit divisions would fail.

The split spirit is only a thin strand, but this half of the soul is too powerful, even if it is a copy of the main body, it cannot fully bear it. Fortunately, it was finally found by the elder brother.

It is a blessing to be brought back by my brother and to be by his side, so why should I care about the loss of memory?

Now that the soul returns, it should be a good combination of memory, reunited as one, and live in peace, but the pain he felt not long ago is still unforgettable for him.

So probably not a very good thing, right?Even half of my soul has fallen into darkness...

Thinking like this, Zong San took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and sank his spirit into the depths of his soul, and the divine power circulated in his body, eventually reuniting his soul.

In a short while, like three autumns, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the blue eyes quietly opened, full of deep eyes.

Zong San's Zuowenwen put his hand on the body around his waist, and he wanted to stand up directly, but he stopped, and when he lowered his head, Xiaoye Zuowenwen in his arms opened and raised his eyes as if feeling something.

The lake-blue eyes were full of waves, unknowingly deep, filled with all kinds of anger.

After looking at each other for a moment, they said in unison: "Nemesis."

The voice was low, without any emotion in it.

Get up slowly, but now you are not in a hurry.

They know very well that the judges who are gods will not fall into hell to receive punishment, so...

The main body "ding" was half out of its sheath, and the exposed blade exuded a faint silver light under the sunlight.

Although they are one of the gods of Gaotianyuan, they are the gods of swords and swords, and their status among the gods is not high. The body held by the body is nothing but the projection of the soul.

Although their status is low, they also have a certain network of contacts. Among them, Zongsan and Xiaoye's elder brother—Jiang Xuezuowenwen's network is the one with the widest one.

This also made it more convenient for them to do things in Gaotianyuan. However, when they really wanted to do something, it was a bit difficult.

Sighing lightly, Zong San and Xiao Ye did not intend to give up.

The Nemesis could indeed be killed by "herself", she personally killed herself with Jiang Xue, and passed away truly.

But this does not mean that her life stops here, as long as there is hatred in this world, it is the nourishment for her birth and growth.

Even Xiao Ye Zuowen was famous because of revenge.

This is what they can fight for. As the elder brother's younger brother, their souls are halved, and their power is also sealed. When the elder brother dies, they are powerless, so let's make up for it later...

The elder brother will not die just now, because he is a god, the God of Fusang.

Zongsan and Xiaoye flung their sleeves away, choosing to find someone who could help them—the world consciousness Yuan Zhenyue.

As the consciousness of the world, Yuan Zhenyue can naturally deal with the gods in this world, and even let them be truly destroyed.

However, Yuan Zhenyue would not agree to want the goddess of revenge to disappear.

Human beings have too many negative emotions. No matter what era the hatred reaches, it will still exist in the world. She will not be wiped out. If the Nemesis is removed, the emotion of hatred in this world will be completely wiped out. Naturally it is impossible.

Therefore, Zong San and Xiao Ye would not choose to pray to Yuan Zhenyue to destroy the Nemesis, but they could choose to let the soul of the Nemesis accept the punishment of eternal life from hell.

Yes, soul.

Each generation of Nemesis is actually different. The Nemesis they knew who killed her brother has passed away, but her soul has not completely dissipated, and the new Nemesis born out of hatred It is a brand new soul, the two will not be the same.

All they have to do is to capture that soul and throw it into hell before the new Nemesis is born.

For such a thing, Yuan Zhenyue would not refuse them.

Everything is progressing as Zongsan and Xiaoye expected...

Yuan Zhenyue gently put down the teacup, the bottom of the white porcelain cup touched the red tea tray lightly, and there was a spiritual sound, she raised her eyes to look at the two younger brothers of Zuo Wenwen's family who had been sitting in front of Tuxia for half a moment, finally It was a sigh.

"Get up," she said, with a light voice, "Why are you doing this?"

Zongsan Zuowenzi and Xiaoye Zuowenwen straightened up and looked at Yuan Zhenyue seriously.

Their thoughts did not waver in the slightest, and they still looked at her with earnest and expectant eyes. Zongsan and Xiaoye knew that Genzhenyue would agree, not for anything else, just for her brother.

But Yuan Zhenyue never spoke again, and Zong San could only whisper: "Sir, you allowed us to follow your brother back then, but now your brother is killed, but we are incompetent and unable to avenge him, so we can only ask you for help again." .”

Yuan Zhenyue was silent, just watching them quietly.

Zong San opened his mouth slightly, and continued: "Brother is originally the sword of our Honmaru, and it is the sword Fusangshen that you own. This has not changed because brother went to any Honmaru..."

Yuan Zhenyue slightly raised the corners of her mouth, showing a bright smile, "Yes, so what? He is still my sword, isn't he? The ownership has not changed, so why should I care?"

Zong San Zuowen bit his lower lip lightly, thinking about how to convince the person in front of him.

Xiaoye looked at Yuan Zhenyue seriously, hiding the complex emotions in her eyes, and said: "The Goddess of Nemesis once carved the contract of the artifact in the soul of my brother, which is contradicting your identity as the 'owner', but It is a great crime."

A little surprised, Yuan Zhenyue opened her eyes a little bit, Yuan Zhenyue never thought that Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen would say such words, she laughed, and seemed to be very happy.

After a while, she stopped smiling, straightened her thin lips, and said, "That's true, how can people get their hands on my things?"

She gently waved her long sleeves, and a gust of wind rolled up in the air. With a swipe of her finger out of thin air, she broke the void and let the gust of wind blow into the gap in time and space.

"Don't worry, I will capture that soul back and hand it over to the ghost lamp and throw it into Abi Hell." Yuan Zhenyue waved his hand, indicating that this is not a problem.

Seeing that Zongsan and Xiaoye seemed a little confused, she added, "It's okay, even if she doesn't go to Abi Hell for her crimes, I will let her in successfully. Well, it's okay to use private power occasionally. will say anything."

Zong San and Xiao Ye narrowed their eyes slightly: That means he dare not say anything?

But these are not the key points, it is enough for Yuan Zhenyue to be willing to make a move here.

They bent down to thank, "Thank you for your help, sir, your generosity and kindness will definitely be remembered in your heart."

Yuan Zhenyue waved her hand away from them, her eyes drifted a little, and when she closed her eyes, a streamer flashed in her eyes.

"You guys go to accompany Jiang Xue. It would be bad if Jiang Xue and the others knew that Jiang Xue had so many things. They are one of the pillars."

Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaoye Zuowen are a little dazed, they don't quite understand what Yuan Zhenyue said. Could it be a sign that we split our souls again and go to the next world to find our elder brother?

Without waiting for them to say anything, there was a blur in front of them, and they closed their eyes subconsciously.

In a trance, the surroundings changed their appearance.

The beige-colored young man in front of him showed a gentle smile to them, "Excuse me, are these Zongsanjun and Xiaoyejun?"