Dressed up as his brother

The dark clouds covering the sky seemed to extend to the end of the sky, like a sea of ​​clouds, hiding countless lightning dragons.The roaring thunder was the angry roar of the dragon, carrying the aura of destroying heaven and earth.

This battle was even better than the time when the Lord of Ghosts and Creatures fought at the Gate of Purgatory.

In the Ability Bureau, the Qiankun placed in the Yibao Pavilion vibrated uncontrollably, making a buzzing warning sound.At this moment, all the people in the Xuanmen seemed to feel something, and looked up at the sky.

Will the building collapse?

On the top of the mountain, in the center of the thunder cloud, Chongyang was full of hostility, and under the pressure of the heavens, he did not show any cowardice, pointed his sword at the sky, and screamed at the sky.

It seems that as long as he wants to, even the sky can fight.

"boom!"

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, and the flood dragon, transformed by lightning, jumped down from the clouds, and slashed towards Chongyang with its teeth and claws.Chongyang stepped on the ground with one foot, his figure flew out like an arrow, and he even took the initiative to meet him.

Nanrong was shocked by Chongyang's hostility when he came out of the ghost. At this time, it was too late to stop him, so he could only watch as Chongyang flew towards the sky for punishment.

This heavenly punishment, if you kill him, there will be no Double Ninth Festival in the world. If you can't kill him, there will be another demon named Chongyang at this time.

In the middle of the air, Jiaolong opened his mouth and swallowed Chongyang in one gulp. Chongyang, who was covered in blood-red rage, swung his sword and slashed in Jiaolong's belly. Before he swung a sword, his rage became stronger.Tiandao seemed to have sensed the strength of Chongyang, a dragon flew out from the clouds, and rushed away again.The two thunderbolts collided, and the sound shook the world. At the foot of the mountain, the sleeping city suddenly woke up, and countless lights lit up.

"what happened?"

"Is it an earthquake?"

"Boom!" Before the people who had just woken up had time to figure out what happened, another thunderbolt fell, shaking the world once again.

"Run!"

"Go to the central square."

"Honey, go and hold the baby."

Panic was growing, and the negative energy transformed into this panic was continuously being sucked in and merged into Chongyang's body.

This change was unexpected by Nan Rongdu.

"Did you expect this scene a long time ago, so you specifically told me to kill you?" Nanrong looked at the man who was resisting the thunder punishment in the sky, his hostility was tempered little by little, and he was about to be demonized. But surprisingly calm.

All of this was beyond Nanrong's expectation, but none of this was the most important thing, or in other words, the moment he stepped out of the ghost with Chongyang, he had no choice.

There is only one way he left for himself, to prevent Chongyang from being demonized.

The spiritual power and luck that Nan Rong consumed in the ghosts and creatures quickly recovered after returning to the human world.Perhaps it was because of the Thunder Punishment of the Heavenly Dao here, the spiritual energy under the cover of the dark clouds was extremely strong, even a hundred times stronger than the spiritual vein at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.The same is true of the power of luck. A person with strong luck is originally a person favored by the heaven, and the thunder and punishment of the heaven are also the will of the heaven.Under the will of heaven, Nanrong's power of luck is recovering at an unprecedented speed.

Nanrong closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, infinitely reduced his existence, and let himself blend into this world.

[There can be no demons in this world! 】

Countless lights of luck converged around Nan Rong's body, as if some kind of shackles in his body had been opened, and amidst the surge of spiritual energy, Nan Rong's cultivation base was advancing by leaps and bounds.

At the foot of the mountain, the people ran to the outdoor square in a panic. They looked at the top of the mountain from a distance, and found that between the thunder and the bloody beam of light, another golden beam of light suddenly rose.

In the center of the beam of light, Nan Rong slowly opened his eyes, and there was a golden light shining in the dark pupils.The white palm stretched out into the void, and when it was pulled out again, a black umbrella with a bell on it appeared in Nanrong's palm.

The sound of "jingling bells" is clearer and more moving in the roar of thunder and lightning, like Sanskrit sounds from ancient times, reaching people's hearts directly.

Suddenly, Nanrong stepped on the ground, his figure was like lightning, and rushed into the center of the thunder punishment.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt that was about to fall suddenly paused, as if the Dao of Heaven knew that there was someone who could not be hurt in the center of the thunderbolt and hesitated for a moment, but it was only a moment before the thunderbolt fell again.

Chongyang raised his head, his pure black eyes showed no fear, and he swung his sword to meet him, when suddenly, a black umbrella swirled and covered his head, blocking the blow for him.

Chongyang was taken aback for a moment, and then sensed that another force was approaching. Chongyang turned around nimbly, but unexpectedly bumped into a golden embrace.He felt a force eating away at his body.

Without hesitation, Chongyang stabbed with his sword.

Nanrong didn't hide either, the moment the fierce soldiers pierced his body, he dispersed and turned into a sky full of stars.

At this time, both Chongyang and Nanrong were still in the form of souls, and they left the ghosts too hastily, they had no time to retrieve their original bodies, and they came out in the state of souls.

The soul-calling banner covered the heads of the two of them, covering Chongyang's aura with the power of luck bestowed by heaven. Under the umbrella, Nan Rong sacrificed his soul and turned it into countless lights of luck, which melted into the soul of Chongyang.

He wants to purify the devilish energy in Chongyang's soul, and he will never die.

And at the same time when the light of luck melted into Chongyang's soul, Chongyang suddenly lost control of his own power, and his body fell from the sky, standing with his sword, half kneeling on the top of the mountain.Above his head, a black umbrella was always covering it.

The thunderclouds were still boundless, and the roar was uninterrupted. Dozens of lightning dragons emerged from the sea of ​​clouds and flew in from time to time, roaring angrily, but they could no longer find their targets.

Until under the black umbrella, the blood-red hostility gradually receded, and the pure black eyes were bright again.

Chongyang looked at the black umbrella that was still spinning above his head in confusion, and said with difficulty: "Nanrong?"

"it's me."

Nanrong's voice sounded from the bottom of Chongyang's heart.

"Didn't you let you kill me?" Why am I still alive?

Before Chongyang could finish the last sentence, a sense of exhaustion that he had never experienced before rose up, which made him unable to hold on any longer, and passed out.And the moment he got there, the black umbrella that had been floating all this time, as if it had finally completed its mission, also fell down and landed beside Chongyang.

Above the sky, the thunderclouds began to dissipate, and the moonlight shone through the clouds to the top of the mountain, and the top of the mountain was illuminated again.

The wind that was blocked by the thunder punishment blew again from a distance, blowing the black umbrella beside Chongyang, and rolled away several meters with a clatter.The world returned to tranquility, and everything was as usual, except that one soul was missing.

Lishan, outside the gate of purgatory, the disciples guarding the gate of purgatory are experiencing ups and downs in life.A few minutes ago, the power of luck on the gate of purgatory increased greatly, shining brightly, as if it was about to completely seal the gate of purgatory.A few minutes later, the power of luck on the gate of purgatory quickly dissipated, and the gate of purgatory began to show signs of turmoil.

"The power of luck has begun to dissipate. Uncle Nanrong has an accident. Use Jianmu branches." Before setting off, Nanrong explained in advance that the disciples guarding the gate of purgatory must always pay attention to changes in the gate of purgatory. Once you find that the power of luck starts to fade, replace it with Jianmu sticks.

"Notify the office quickly."

In the ability bureau, the sense of crisis that made him palpitate had just subsided, and before he had time to be happy, he received a call from Li Shan: "Ren Bureau, the power of luck has faded, and the gate of purgatory is in turmoil. I'm afraid it's more ominous than good."

Ren Ju's hand holding the phone was clenched for an instant, and he replied that he knew.There are only three words, but it seems that I have exhausted my whole life's strength.

Sure enough, failed?

At this moment, Ren Ju seemed to have aged several decades, and he was depressed.

On Qingfeng Mountain, Changfeng Daoist stood outside the main hall, looking at the distant sky, and suddenly dropped the whisk on his arm.

"Master?" Zimu hurried over to pick up Fuchen, wiped it clean and handed it to the master, asking strangely, "Did something happen?"

Just now, he faintly sensed that something bad had happened, but his cultivation base was too low, so he didn't feel it clearly.

Master Changfeng spread his palm, revealing a dim jade tablet.

"Isn't this the jade token my uncle gave you? Why is it so dark..." Zimu's voice stopped abruptly, and he raised his head in disbelief, his eyes full of despair.

Master Changfeng sighed and closed his eyes.

"Senior brother, I want to play with my nephew and the others." Nan Rong, who had just learned to walk and talk, tugged on Chang Feng's sleeve and acted like a spoiled child.The little people are carved in pink and jade, and no one can bear to refuse them.

"You have to practice." Master Changfeng hardened his heart.

"Why?" The little Nan Rong didn't understand, and almost cried out with a bulging face.

"Because you are different from others, you were born to be a gatekeeper."

……

"Senior brother, I don't like that door. There are many hands trying to grab me. I'm afraid." Nan Rong, who saw the door of purgatory for the first time, was terrified.

"You can't be afraid."

"why?"

"Because you are different from others, you were born to be a gatekeeper."

……

"Brother, I want to go with Chongyang."

"You don't have to go." Master Changfeng didn't want his junior brother to go.

"Brother, I was born to be a gatekeeper, and this should be my responsibility."

Immortal Changfeng suddenly couldn't refute.

"Brother, I'm leaving." Saying goodbye, but no goodbye.

"Wow~" The boy couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears.

Master Changfeng also had red eyes.

In the villa, Elder Qin also noticed the change between the heaven and the earth. Just as he was about to call to ask Ren Bureau what was going on, he felt a wave of space fluctuation.As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the little ghost king was still wearing his Tyrannosaurus rex pajamas, and was slowly walking out of the ghost gate.Behind him is a fat and strong Tibetan Mastiff with excited dog eyes.The Tibetan mastiff had only been out for a while, but when it came back, it had grown stronger several times, as strong as the Hulk who had been irradiated by gamma rays.

There were two people on the back of the Tibetan mastiff. Mr. Qin took a closer look and found that they were the bodies of Chongyang and Nanrong.Yes, only the body, not the soul.

"Where are their souls? Didn't you find them?" Elder Qin asked.

The little ghost king blinked his big emerald eyes.

Elder Qin didn't care about the ghost king's inability to look straight at this time, and asked again: "Did you find your brother's soul?"

Mr. Qin knew that Xiao Chongming's consciousness was not clear after being transformed into a ghost, so he only asked Chongyang.Moreover, he used the title "your brother" to ask.

The little ghost king finally understood, his little head shook like a rattle.

"Didn't you find it? If you didn't find it, why don't you keep looking for it? What's the use of just bringing the body back." Qin Lao was anxious.

The little ghost king tilted his head, thinking that what Qin Lao said was reasonable, so he turned around and walked back to Guixu.

"Wang?" The Tibetan mastiff hesitated whether to follow, and the gate of hell was closed.

Ten seconds later, on the top of a mountain thousands of miles away, a ghost gate precisely opened beside Chongyang.

The little ghost king is another master of ghosts and creatures. Others may get lost in ghosts and creatures, but he will not.

Inside the ghost gate, the little ghost king saw his brother who was unconscious on the ground, he happily stretched out his hand and pulled his brother in.

The gate of ghosts was closed, and the top of the mountain was quiet again, except for the crisp sound of jingling bells from the black umbrella that had been left behind.

The author says:

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