Drink Cang Records

After all, the Wuyou Ghost Prison is different from the Heavenly Sacrifice Kingdom. Those great powers can communicate with the aura of the heavens and the earth to do their best. Therefore, once there is a conflict, the degree of danger will only be several times higher.

"Little baby, I would like to lend you a few words, Xuangui will not embarrass you."

Mu Qingyang thought about it for a while, left some consciousness on the seal of the Frozen Blood King, and let the power of the Yin Emperor's remnant soul pour into his limbs... In fact, this was also a chance for him. Soul, but the consciousness of the top powerhouse will leave him with a lot of insights on strength improvement.

The ghost queen quietly looked at the shadow in the corner of the hall, until the figure of a young boy with a lazy and casual expression was reflected in the pale golden eyes, and the emotions in the eyes were slightly turbulent.

"I remember Jun once said that only the weak will hate because of worries about gain and loss, but now you let it go?"

Yin Huang's eyes slightly lowered to look at the hands wearing airtight gloves, and his steps were so casual that he didn't seem to be facing the Taoist companion who killed him. Lezi, life or death is nothing but defeat, even the sun and the moon will eventually wither, I don't care if I let it go. But you, it seems that you don't care about the few days you have left."

"A concubine is different from a gentleman..." The ghost queen stretched out her palm to catch a butterfly that had landed in her palm, and then suddenly held the butterfly tightly. When she let go, only embers-like fragments fell down. "All the joys and sorrows in life are stripped away, and then a dull drama is played, and the hatred gradually goes away after cutting off your head."

The Emperor Yin stretched out his finger and tapped the ashes floating from the palm of the ghost's back. Suddenly, a little bit of fluorescent light burst out from the ashes, and the fluorescent light gathered at his fingertips. After a while, a new ghost butterfly was born from the destruction. It flew around Yinhuang's fingers twice, and quietly flew out of the hall.

"Xuangui, like a walking dead, is what you think is purgatory?"

"There are always people who pursue an immortal face like a concubine and spend their whole lives on it, but people... aren't all the same? Longing for what others have, resenting the world for their own status? Not everyone is as free and easy as you The ghost queen looked at the high and beautiful roof of the palace, and said softly: "Over the years, my concubine always recalled that if I didn't provoke you in that year, would I be able to be an ordinary old woman, with children and grandchildren wrapped around her knees?" In his whole life, he ended up being fed the loess in an ordinary way."

"There is no woman in the world who doesn't love appearance."

"But only the appearance is left. Whether you are alive or dead, there is no joy or sorrow, no blood or tears, and what you are satisfied with is only the eyes and ears of others. No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it has become the source of hatred."

Yin Huang propped his chin and smiled: "You are still nostalgic for the love of your children. It's so cute. Tell me who disturbed your mood? That demon monk who is full of evil thoughts?"

The ghost queen turned her eyes to the Yin Emperor and said, "Who did you come to prison Tianfeng for?"

"This emperor is for you, but this little baby is for that demon monk." After seeing the ghost, Emperor Yin closed his eyes, looked at her with eyes that seemed to penetrate the world, and said: "This battle with Tiangong, if you want to win Just don't rely on conjectures to be foolish with people from the Eight Sects of Trash, Huan Wuxiang lacks a root string, Nanfei is ready to turn against her at any time, and the remaining Xiaoqing is worth using. You think you won it, but in fact he admires me. , ready to stab you at any time to avenge the emperor—"

"Youyu." The ghost queen interrupted him, and said: "You are no longer alive, and the days of this remnant soul are numbered. Without you in the ghost prison, even if you fight to the death with the central region, you will not be able to survive." There are no more legends about your era."

"Are you trying to say that our generation is getting old?"

"Since you split up, no one in this world has fought for their beliefs... The Buddha Lord of Sanskrit left behind his mantle and passed away, and the suzerain of the vast sea shrank into a corner of the sea, and you also fell. Your mythological era has long since ended. The so-called' The end of the Dharma era' is probably like this."

Yin Huang squinted his eyes, with obscure emotions flowing through his eyes one by one, and then said slowly: "This is the reason why this emperor has never set foot in the Central Territory again, although since Junlin Huangyu entered the 33-day God Conferred Realm, it has been a long time There is no such thing as ascending to a true immortal after the Nine Tribulations... Ha~ They are still stubbornly carrying this crumbling sky."

"I imprisoned you at the bottom of the battlefield of the ancestor gods, didn't I let you realize the horror?"

"It should be fortunate that the emperor was born without fear, but instead saw the ferocious face of the ancestor god that endless worlds admire together..." The Yin Emperor suddenly showed a gloating expression: "The 33-day creation war, the nine calamities of heaven and earth Among the four who survived, Chang Ting's is the worst one, and he can't leave the Jiuque Heavenly Palace in his life, otherwise he will be followed by Jiujiu Heavenly Tribulation wherever he goes."

"You are looking for death yourself, otherwise you would not have given me the chance to kill you." The ghost queen took the Yin Emperor's indifferent smile into her eyes, and said quietly: "Be fast, unless you want this young man to perish in the heaven with you." Under the thunder calamity, you are not a Confucian venerable who can't hold back your temper and built cars for tens of thousands of years behind closed doors in the eighth house."

"It's okay, dead people are good at this, you can say whatever you want." Yin Huang said, raising his eyes to look outside the palace, his eyes seemed to penetrate the dark clouds that shrouded the prison sky peak. , a pair of seemingly real and illusory, infinitely majestic eyes met him through the void, like two confronting beasts.

The dull thunder rolled from the other side of the sky, and a layer of indeterminate surprise floated in Yinhuang's eyes, and he murmured softly: "Could this little baby be that... evil star?"

At the same time as the sound fell, horns sounded one after another in the distance, and the underworld butterflies flying all year round in the entire prison sky peak paused, and then suddenly flew away, flying away in all directions outside the prison sky peak.

The ghost queen's thin shadow was imprinted on the ground by the faint moonlight at this time, whispering like a whisper: "The two worlds... are at war."

……

The dull thunder exploded in the dark clouds, but it didn't fall. Instead, it gradually began to rain, falling from the sky all the way to the blood-stained soil of the Wuyou Ghost Prison, and falling on the half-stained smear of blood. On the face of the smiling youth.

"What kind of power are you?! If you touch this old man, Longquetai will not let you go!"

Ye Qiukuang stepped on the fragmented corpses on the ground whose parts were unknown, walked up to the dying man from Longque Terrace, grabbed his head and held it in front of his eyes, saying: "Then you can see clearly This face, it is this face that killed the person, and I will remember it to death when I arrive at Jiuyou Huangquan."

The monk didn't understand until his death why dozens of monks who pretended to be gods were slaughtered by a monk of the same rank.

Ye Qiukuang threw the cultivator's body to one side, grabbed the Nascent Soul who was out of his body and tried to escape, and when he saw in the memory of the soul search that they had conspired to steal the ancient seal of Shenyuan, he sent someone to arrest him Passing over Qinglong, he raised his eyebrows and strangled the Nascent Soul.

"Tell you to bully my brother and my sister-in-law."

Ye Qiukuang thought for a while, and instead of destroying the remains of the corpse, he walked back and forth, and fell in love with a big tree that hadn't been damaged much. A distorted trace of destruction appeared on the tree, which looked like a blurred trace swept by clouds from a distance.

After doing this, Ye Qiukuang took a breath and went to the prison sky peak to look for Mu Qingyang.

An hour later, the group of three from Longquetai who had negotiated with the Ghost Empress just now looked at the corpses all over the ground with ugly expressions.

"Who dares! Could it be the Queen of Ghosts—"

"No, Ghost Prison is the one that bears the brunt of this war. She has no reason to reject the alliance of the eight sects."

The white-bearded old man walked around among the corpses, pondering for a moment: "There is not a single corpse. Such cruelty is indeed a magic technique. None of their Nascent Souls escaped, and all the storage bags have been searched."

The white-bearded old man had doubts in his eyes, and after scanning around, his eyes suddenly turned to a big tree, on which a cloud pattern was imprinted indistinctly.

The old man flashed forward in an instant, his eyes were fixed, and the aura of the whole peak of Huashen burst out: "It was done by the people of Jiuque Tiangong! It was disguised as a method of magic cultivation, and I am afraid that the eight sects' plans have already been known by him. Tell the eight sects Zong Bu is scattered in Wuyou Ghost Prison under all the garrison powers under the second calamity, once they encounter people from the Nine Que Heavenly Palace, they will kill them at any cost!"

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When Mu Qingyang woke up, Yinhuang's consciousness was already in a dormant state, and his power as a remnant soul was slowly and naturally dissipating, but it seemed that it would take quite a while before it completely disappeared.

He immediately sat up and looked around vigilantly. There was no ghost queen in the empty hall. He must have gone to direct the war. There is only one in the legendary harem...

A bald donkey with long hair.

At this time, the long-lost demon monk was looking at him with a smile on his face. When he woke up, he said with a compassionate look on his face: "Long time no see, little friend is still single."

... What about the basic compassion of a monk?It's just a bald ass with long hair, what are you showing off?

Mu Qing stared at him: "Where is Cangsang?"

Rong Yang smiled slightly, looked at him quietly for a moment, and replied as if he had hit a Zen machine: "Reborn in the gap between the past and the future."

Mu Qing looked up and lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "Are you implying to me what you know about him and what I don't?"

"Because it's boring to be dead, and I always want to cause trouble when it can affect the living." Rong Yang smiled gently as before, and said: "Cang Sang's identity is very interesting, and it is not something ordinary people can understand. The presence."

"You are very human in front of you, so tell me."

A gleam of longing flashed across Rong Yang's eyes, and he said, "You should be glad that you were born in the right era. This will be the most magnificent game since the beginning of the world. And you are lucky to witness it. Far beyond what life can bring.”

Under Mu Qingyang's suspicious gaze, Rong Yang slowly took off the beads on his neck, put them on the ground, and twirled the two beads that were farthest from each other.

"These two bodhi seeds, one represents the current Cangsang, and the other represents the future Cangsang."

"The current Cangsang has a weird temper and half-human blood, so he has human nature and quietly observes the world."

"The future Cangsang is completely disappointed in the human world, hates human beings, and believes that holiness can only be born in destruction."

"It's like people don't perceive the future, so they won't conflict with their future self. On the contrary, Cangsang has all the memories of his life from the beginning to the end... no, to eternity. And when he At odds with myself at a certain stage in the future—"

Rong Yang pulled hard, and the entire chain of beads suddenly fell apart, and the beads splashed in all directions, rolling down in all directions.

"They will fight at some time in the future. The Cangsang of the future will only be stronger than the Cangsang of the present, and the Cangsang of the present begins to choose the chessboard and chess pieces by hand. They guess and deduce their own ideas from each other, and we as dead In the end, it is impossible to influence people in the world, and it becomes a chess piece that the future Cangsang will not see."

Mu Qingyang fell into a daze, and when he calmed down, he asked slowly: "If Cangsang fails, will he die?"

"He won't die, but he can't come back now, he no longer has any human feelings, no vague feelings for you." Rong Yang looked at Mu Qingyang's pupils that shrank suddenly, and said lightly: "That future Cangsang, we call him... the tyrant."

The author has something to say: 1. Cangsang is schizophrenic, and he is destined to fight with his future self.

2. Rong Yang mocked the single dog.

3. The Yin Emperor and the big bosses of several major forces fought against the ancestor gods at the beginning (in the era of the creation of the first great wasteland), but they were all defeated. Only the master of the Jiuque Tiangong is still fighting.

4. On the whole, human beings fight for glory at first, and then fight for profit, and lose their humanity (very important x3).

5. Rong Yang will die with Yaoyao's previous life, and there will be no Rong Yang after that, the whole person will be deleted from the human world, and there will be no Rong Yang in Yaoyao's life in the next life.