My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

When leaving, there was a sound of piercing the air from behind, and the jade sword wrapped in monstrous aura blocked Rong Huai.The jade sword made of its own bones is connected with its owner's heart and mind.

It is this jade sword that is completely lonely and has always stayed in his body. Every time when he is sleeping, it emits a warm and soft light, quietly accompanying him.

This is the first time Rong Huai saw this jade sword outside, he couldn't help but touch the blade: "Don't you want me to go?"

The blade buzzed, unlike the bone-chilling coldness it seemed, the blade was warm, as if it had been taken out of the bone.

Rong Huai looked at the jade sword that was standing in front of him as stubbornly as its owner, and turned helplessly to look at the awe-inspiring and indifferent deity in mid-air.

"You can't stop me."

After speaking, Rong Huai disappeared in place, hid in the spiritual energy, and could not find any trace in a blink of an eye.His original form is the water of the Huaihe River, as Rong Huai said, no one can stop him, even the gods.

"Your Majesty, this..." The Immortal Emperor looked at the place where Rong Huai was standing in panic: "Do you want to look for it?"

"Need not."

At this moment, the ancient jade bottle that was originally suspended above the boundless sea due to the breaking of the seal was pulled by the spiritual energy and fell into the hands of one person.

"Your Majesty! It's Lin Qidao!" the Immortal Emperor shouted.

Just when the Immortal Emperor was about to rush forward to grab the ancient jade bottle, the Divine Venerable raised his hand to stop him.

Now God respects the body, restores the soul, and returns to the original strength.Even if Lin Qidao had a drop of Mozun's heart and blood in his body, the combination of the immortal and devil emperors would not be able to defeat him, but under the hands of Shenzun, he was just an ant.

More than 500 years ago, God Venerable failed to deal with him in time because he wanted to place the resentment of the ten realms, so he had a chance to run away, but now the resentment of the ten realms has been taken away by Rong Huai, Lin Qidao coming out again is tantamount to a dead end one.

But at this moment, Lin Qidao couldn't take care of himself at all.After snatching the ancient jade bottle, he hurriedly opened the copper bell, and the aura carried the spirit inside and sent it into the bottle.

Under the night sky, the moonlight passed through the soul that had already fallen into a coma, and there was even only a vague outline left in the sky.Chu Mo suddenly remembered, it seemed that the god who handed Xiaohuai to him more than 20 years ago was no better than this god.

Mainly at that time, he was just a wisp of remnant soul, plus he was in a daze, and he was intimidated by the aura, so he didn't dare to look at him, and naturally he didn't notice the strangeness of the god.

Now that I think about it carefully, the gods at that time should also be extremely weak?

It seems that the spirit of the Demon Lord, which seems to be scattered when the wind blows, was carefully sent by Lin Qidao into the ancient jade bottle bit by bit, like fragile porcelain, and Lin Qidao even carefully separated the surrounding wind with spiritual energy.

It has been more than 500 years, and the situation of resentment from the Ten Realms has been broken, so he doesn't care about anything else, at this moment, he just wants to wake up the Demon Lord.

The soul finally fell into the ancient jade bottle, surrounded by blood, Lin Qidao happily held the bottle, using his spiritual sense to sense the changes of the demon's soul in the bottle.

He is waiting.

Wait for the master's mind to solidify, and then wake up again.Whether it's ignoring, ignoring, getting angry, or regretting with these 500 years of indifference, as long as you can wake up.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

……

The hopeful heart gradually cooled down, and for the first time on the black sea, this evil ghost who walked from the sea of ​​blood showed a panicked expression.

"How could it be?! How could it be like this?!" Lin Qidao hurriedly held the ancient jade bottle and looked at Chong Ye for help for the first time.

The latter just looked down at him indifferently, with an indescribable sarcasm in his lonely and indifferent voice: "Do you believe what he says?"

"Gods are immortal, but who is truly immortal? Everyone knows that the heart blood is the source of gods. A drop of his heart blood melts into your body, stabilizing your rotten bones and blood and broken soul. Without heart blood, How do you let him live if he is incomplete?"

Every word was like the sharpest knife, and Lin Qidao's hands gripping the ancient jade bottle were trembling.

He didn't believe what the god said, but the facts were right in front of him. The ancient jade bottle was cast by the body of the demon, and returning to the bottle was no different from returning to the body.

But nothing.

The soul did not recover, and the person did not wake up.

People who have never been panicked, even more than 500 years ago, when everything they planned were destroyed and did not have the slightest panic, are now at a loss.

Correct!

He really wanted the Three Realms to become what he wanted. From the first time he saw the current Three Realms, he went mad and wanted to destroy them.

But he never thought of letting his master be buried with him. The reason why he attacked the master was because he accidentally learned from the master that gods can not die, even if the body is incomplete.

"Destroy the Ten Realms with your own selfishness, and burn all living beings. I have raised you, taught you carefully for more than 500 years, and even used your life-saving objects to hide from the heavens, isolate the Ten Realms, and use them as tools for evil. Strip his spine and destroy his life. The way, the way, is this what you call the way?!"

A question with divine power fell from the sky, and Lin Qidao, who was pale, only had time to protect the ancient jade bottle in his hand before he fell to his knees.

One wrong step, and everything is lost.

A god who is free and easy, a god who loves the prosperity of the world so much.

Suddenly, he still remembered his master lying drunk on the peach blossom tree, the petals fell all over his body, and the fragrance invaded his clothes.The man who was so drunk that his eyes were blurred raised his wine and sighed, saying that fortunately he is a god.

It's not that he is grateful for how powerful he is as a god, but he is grateful that God has an infinite lifespan, which allows him to indulge in all good things.

But it was all ruined by him.

Not only more than 500 years, but ruined everything!

He doesn't care about himself, he doesn't care about others, and he doesn't care about the Three Realms.In the past 500 years, he also had a little remorse, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, because he knew very well that the master would not die.

"puff!"

The pain was torn apart, and the fishy sweetness gushed out loudly, before he had time to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, Lin Qidao hugged the ancient jade bottle tightly and staggered towards the upper bound towards the Huaihe River.

The ascension channel in the upper realm is wide open, and Chu Mo is stuck at the peak of the Mahayana. After the Wuyahai incident, the qualified monks survived the ascension thunder and successfully reached the fairy world.

Originally, he had to start all over again when he came to the fairy world, but even though a group of scumbags were not filial when he was in the cultivation world, he still missed him when he went to the fairy world.

The stinky bastards who used to want to be beaten every day have transformed into the ten most honorable gods except the two gods. Although they are not satisfied and are increasingly unable to beat these stinky bastards, Chu Mo's life is indeed more carefree.

On this day, while drinking, Chu Mo suddenly dreamed about the past when he was young for some reason.

That period of grievances and resentments that he could not let go was once a nightmare that he could not shake off.Now I dreamed again, and saw that young man in red flamboyantly kneeling on the ground, begging, begging the suzerain, begging Yuanheng, begging bitterly: Trust me, trust me.

Now I feel nothing in my heart.

Suddenly, the young man's lips opening and closing coincided with the tone that Rong Huai's hand, which was unconscious in Wuyahai Chongjin that day, put on his own lips.

Chu Mo suddenly woke up from his drunkenness, Chongjin said that day: Trust me.

It turned out that this was what Chongjin had been afraid of all along. He was afraid that Ronghuai who woke up would not believe him.

This is a barren place, one of the lower ten realms destroyed by Lin Qidao himself.

Even after more than 500 years, the Ten Realms, where all living beings were slaughtered, are still full of yellow sand and dead silent.The strong wind swept across the desolate land, and there was only a simple wooden house on it.

The elegant blue robe caresses the yellow sand. There is not a single plant or tree here. You can let the devilish energy on your body rage and sweep the entire land.Unknowingly, it was sunset time, and the yellow sand spreading to the end was connected with the blood-red sunset.

Rong Huai took off the jade flute from his waist and put his fingertips on the flute hole. He has been here for a while since Wu Yahai left.

When he was bored and tired, he played the flute, but when he didn't listen to anything deliberately, his ears were filled with the wails of innocent souls, and he couldn't hear what the flute sounded like.

This day should be the same as usual. After playing the flute, he will return to the house when the night falls completely.However, this time when the song was played halfway, the familiar aura invaded the supposedly empty space.

coming.

Under the afterglow, Rong Huai turned around with a smile, endless wisterias spread from afar, covered the yellow sand wherever they went, and the vine leaves trembled.

In the end, it climbed straight to Rong Huai's feet, and surrounded him intimately. The tip of the vine lifted slightly, and when Rong Huai reached out to touch it, it wrapped around Rong Huai's index finger.

But only for a while, the wisteria was brought back dissatisfied, the ancient robe was stroked, the cloud boots stepped on the wisteria, and walked in front of Rong Huai.

"Is it done?"

"Hmm." Seeing that the retracted wisterias were honestly trying to rub against Rong Huai, the aloof deity frowned and waved his sleeves, intending to sweep them away, but there was yellow sand underneath, so he had to let them go in the end.

The deity tried his best to ignore the embarrassing wisteria, and said: "Lin Qidao's mind was damaged. After breaking his body and tearing his soul, he jumped into the Huaihe River with the ancient jade bottle in his arms. No bones were left. Take back the drop of heart blood and the ancient jade bottle that was given to him, and put it back into Feng Sui, and he will wake up in a few days."

Demons do die.

But that is on the premise that Lin Qidao is not dead, as long as Lin Qidao is dead, then he can take back that drop of effort and help Feng Sui to be reborn.But for Lin Qidao, he obviously didn't want Lin Qidao to die so easily, so he lied to Lin Qidao, ruined his only obsession, and made people despair before self-destructing.

"Chu Mo has already ascended, and he is living well in the fairy world."

Rong Huai hilariously hooked a vine that dishonestly rubbed against the back of his hand: "Everything is fine."

The latter looked at Rong Huai carefully with his dark eyes, his lips parted slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he hesitated to speak in the end.

"What do you want to ask?" Rong Huai bent his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. Even though the color of his eyes was different, his every move was so familiar to him.

"Why do you still want to see me?"

Rong Huai asked back, "Why don't you want to see you?"

"Don't you hate me? This matter has nothing to do with you from the very beginning. You should be carefree. I carried you out, poured the resentment of the ten worlds into you, and put three seals on you to isolate your spiritual energy." .”

"Well, then what?"

"The three seals are the three seals that will kill you."

Hearing this, Rong Huai sighed, and his blood eyes caught the stubborn person in front of him: "It's time, why don't you tell the truth?"

The latter pursed his lips tightly, and Rong Huai knew very well that this was the performance of this person's forced camouflage every time he was hit to the point.

A proud person is never willing to say a word after doing something, even if he is bruised all over his body and is misunderstood by others, he will remain silent.

If it is said that Rong Huai was also shocked by the so-called truth at the beginning, but he only needed one glance to understand it all.

"The three seals don't let me die, but protect me, right?"

The wisteria wrapped around his fingers stiffened suddenly, but Chong Ye still didn't speak.

"More than 500 years ago, the ancient jade bottle and the resentment of the ten worlds appeared together. Little Eleven and the others are unreliable. You can't solve the two things at the same time, and you are even more worried that Lin Qidao will harm other worlds. Just when you are at a loss, I happen to be born, so After suppressing the ancient jade vase and sealing off the cultivation world, you have no choice but to use my body to contain the resentment from the ten worlds."

"But once it is put into the resentment of the ten realms, it is bound to be tortured by all the resentful spirits of the resentment. You are afraid that I will hurt you, so you specially set three seals to help me seal the resentment of the ten realms."

"In fact, there is obviously a better way, which is to get rid of me directly after the resentment of the ten realms enters my body, so that the resentment of the ten realms will be annihilated together with me. In this way, you don't have to strip your soul, abandon your body, and finally return Forcibly split the soul into three parts."

The hand hanging by his side, even the hand that tore apart his soul bit by bit without any pause, began to tremble uncontrollably now under Rong Huai's analysis of each word.

"If I'm not mistaken, over the past 500 years, your soul can no longer hold on."

"According to your calculations, Lin Qidao is trapped in the realm of comprehension, and the conspiracy to harm the Three Realms has been destroyed. His only obsession is the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord whose soul cannot return to his body is the same as you. Persist for more than 500 years, so Lin Qidao will definitely go to Wuyahai to break the seal forcibly. And you, who have a ray of remnant soul attached to Wuya Hailing Zhizhi, whether you have cultivated to the peak of Mahayana or blocked Lin Qidao from breaking into Wuyahai , your remnant soul will definitely return to the divine body earlier than Little Eleven and the others."

"Once you return to the divine body, even if you lose two points of soul, a jade sword and a drop of heart blood, you can still take down Lin Qidao, get back the heart blood of the demon, and then use the ancient jade bottle to revive the demon. In this way , the two threats, Gu Yuping and Lin Qidao, are gone, and you can emulate Lin Qidao with peace of mind."

When talking about imitating Lin Qidao, Rong Huai's voice paused slightly, it seemed that he had calculated everything in the world, but in fact this person had calculated his own doom and squeezed out his only remaining value.

Rong Huai said: "Just like how Lin Qidao refined the Demon Lord, he refined himself, filled the resentment from the ten worlds in my body, and guarded them forever."

"And just in case, the effect of your three seals is far more than that."

"In Yongle City, I tore a crack in one of the seals created by your painstaking care due to my excessive use of spiritual energy. After triggering the effect of destroying the seal, my body began to weaken, but it was not that big. trouble."

"Then at the fairy gate party, Lin Qidao destroyed the gloves and broke the second seal. Both seals were damaged, and they couldn't seal the resentment in my body. You cut off the two parts of my soul that remained in my sea of ​​consciousness Even the Jade Sword started to play a role."

"At this time, in order to prevent me from being tortured by resentment, both of my seals were damaged, and I immediately lost all five senses, and my soul fell into a coma."

So at that time, he was not about to die, but was protected, forcibly protected and wanted him to avoid everything in his deep sleep.

Even though the seal has been broken at this time, he will still not be tortured by the resentment. After Chongjin's spirit returns to his place and Lin Qidao is eliminated, he can also take out the resentment from the ten realms.

It's safe to say.

From the very beginning, I was reluctant to let him suffer a little bit, so despite the pain of being separated from the body, I guarded him and took good care of him for more than 500 years. Chu Mo, who was also excellent, took care of him on his behalf.He also asked Chu Mo to bring the reincarnated Shifang Guzun to his side to protect him from harm.

In the end, he was afraid that he was gone, and he couldn't see the three seals, so he forcibly cut his soul to protect him.In fact, the original Chongye could wait in Wuyahai with his whole soul. It would be easy for him to recall Shifang Guzun, and he didn't need Chu Mo to find Qi Xiaoshi and the others.

Chong Ye had already made all the plans when the three seals were placed, but when the Immortal Emperor asked, he refused to reveal a single word.

But it's not wrong, with the three seals, the resentment of the ten worlds will be suppressed by the artifact he made himself, so there is no need to worry about it.

It's just that I didn't expect that this seamless situation would be broken by this person himself in the end.Because he didn't have any memories, even though he told himself that the three seals must never be destroyed, his heart softened after seeing that Rong Huai couldn't see, hear, and touch.

After finishing speaking, Rong Huai held the trembling hand: "Does it hurt?"

Many monks, just being hit by their souls, are already in such pain that they would rather die.I can't imagine how cruel the person who pulled away from his soul at the beginning and then tore his soul apart in the end.

"Why?" Voice trembling: "Why do you believe me?"

Rong Huai smiled lightly: "I should trust you both emotionally and rationally."

As for love, if you don't even want to believe the person you love, how can you talk about the word love?

Yu Li, he is a person who pretends to be resentful, a person who has been sealed by three seals, and a person who has been with this god day and night for so long.He is not stupid, if he really decided to let him perish with the resentment from the ten worlds from the very beginning, there are too many unclear things in it.

"Sorry." He held Rong Huai tightly with both hands, and he couldn't bear to let go for a moment.

"Sorry is the most powerless word." Rong Huai smiled. When he was in a daze, Rong Huai continued: "Just stay here with me. You have endured the pain of the soul for more than 500 years, and now Accompany me for another 500 years, how about getting rid of these dead souls? I don't want to spend the rest of my life facing an artifact filled with resentment from the ten realms."

The hands around his waist tightened again, and finally compromised: "Okay."

"You stopped me at the Huaihe River that day, did you still want to refine yourself into a divine weapon and pretend to be the grudge of the ten worlds?"

The person in his arms did not speak.

Rong Huai sighed helplessly, so he had to change the subject. He looked at the wisteria reflecting the afterglow in the sky: "What's the matter with this vine?"

"It's melted." Chong Ye looked at the wisteria that was shaking the tip of the vine vigorously at Rong Huai like a silly dog, and frowned.

He suddenly regretted melting this crap into his body.

As if aware of Chong Ye's annoyance, Rong Huai smiled again, and pinched the sticky wisteria that had climbed up to his shoulder.

"Rong Huai."

"Huh?" Rong Huai looked at Chong Ye again after hearing the solemn voice.

Chongye said, "My name is Chongye, not Chongjin."

Rong Huai rolled his eyes, thinking that this person was worried about something, but he didn't expect it to be this, he said: "Isn't it all you?"

As Lin Qidao said, seven points are ruthless and heartless, two points have the world in mind, and the unique one point is the real god, and that one point is the heavy brocade.

The god who was born with Huai when he was first born has seen so many vicissitudes and reincarnations of life and death since ancient times.

Hundreds of millions of years of time added to a god is never a frivolous number.

As for Chongjin, it is a complete and real Chongye who throws away all the shells of nothingness.

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