After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

Because Linyuan's life lamp is in Yan Zizhi's storage ring.

As a ghost, he cannot be too far away from the lamp of life.

Once it exceeds a certain distance, it will lose the inspiration of the lamp of life, forget everything and become a lonely ghost.

In other words, whether Yan Zizhi is eating or sleeping, or preparing to take a bath now.

He can't come within ten feet of him.

Yan Zizhi: "There's no need to be so shy."

After all, we have never done anything in the realm of innocence, right?

Now it turned into a ball of custard yellow, as if he was forcing him to look at it.

Force it. Force it.

It was not the first time that Yan Zizhi forced Linyuan.

He knew that this memory belonged to Ai Po and him, and Lin Yuan would still remember it when Lin Yuan's three souls and seven souls returned.

Remember is the best.

Only by remembering can you be engraved in your heart.

Only by engraving your heart deeply, can you prove the way of ruthlessness with your own body.

So he started taking off his boots.

With white ankles exposed, step by step, like stepping on a lotus, step into the spirit pool.

Every time he takes a step, Yan Zizhi will take off a cloak.

Then to the outermost layer of purple cloud yarn.

Then to the thin coat in the middle.

Finally, the small/shirt that fits the body...

Every time a piece of clothing falls to the ground, there will be a slight rustling sound.

Lin Yuan's love soul didn't dare to look up.

He could only turn his /worn/yellow body around, face the dead tree beside him, and think about the past.

face to face.

He suddenly thought that he seemed to be a body of a soul.

I can't tell the difference between positive and negative...

The daughter-in-law is taking a bath in front of him...

Even if he doesn't look,

I also have to help my daughter-in-law to see if someone else will break in.

So the small-faced/yellow Aipo slowly turned his custard-yellow soul body against the dead tree branch little by little.

His movements were excruciatingly slow.

I don't know if it is to ensure that there is no difference between the front and the back, or it is just too shy.

After moving for a long time, it finally turned around.

The custard soul body exhaled lightly.

Taking a glance, I saw my daughter-in-law was scooping up a handful of water with one hand and pouring it on my shoulder.

The water is rippling.

Fair and ecstasy.

Ai Po with a yellow face: ...

The daughter-in-law's shoulders are so beautiful, and the thin clavicle, I really want to take a bite.

The daughter-in-law's fingers are so pretty, I want to turn them into the cup of water and hold them in his hands.

And the waist of the daughter-in-law...

Daughter-in-law's chest/front...

Daughter-in-law's...

Her small face was full of yellow eyes, and she kept sneaking glances at Yan Zizhi.

Suddenly, he saw a shoulder with a clear collarbone, and there was a small blue sword engraved impressively.

The shape of the sword is very cute, but it doesn't look gray.

Not at all bright.

Ai Po with a yellow face: "???"

Who left a mark on his daughter-in-law's shoulders! !

Has his daughter-in-law been touched by someone else?

Love is love.

Without their own thinking ability, love and hate are too clear.

After discovering this situation, Ai Po's originally yellow face suddenly turned light black.

This is a sign of anger.

Not to mention, the spirit spring of the Yaozu doesn't look very good.

But after soaking in the whole person, the muscles and bones will feel extremely comfortable.

It was as if all the eight meridians had been opened up, and even the flesh injuries he had suffered before had recovered a lot.

It's just that Yan Zizhi soaked for a while.

When she turned her head, she saw Ai Po, whose whole body was dark, standing behind her.

Written all over my face, I am very angry, four large characters.

Yan Zizhi: "?"

What's wrong with this?

Could it be that he is not satisfied with his figure?

Lin Yuan's love soul brewed his emotions for a long time, and then he stretched out his finger angrily, and tapped the little sword on Yan Zizhi's shoulder.

Then put your hands on your hips.

If he wasn't just a wisp of soul, Yan Zizhi should be able to hear the anger coming out of his nostrils at this moment.

This is the look of being out of breath.

Blackened love soul.

"Jealous?"

Yan Zizhi smiled.

It's really jealous to become a soul-loving immortal.

He always eats his own vinegar.

Yan Zizhi didn't care, stretched out his hand, and took Lin Yuan's hand that came to touch the little sword on his shoulder.

Pull that hand close to your shoulder.

The feeling of touching the soul is icy cold.

So Lin Yuan's soul was clinging to Yan Zizhi's shoulder at this moment.

There will be a bone-chilling feeling that spreads from the shoulders to the heart.

Let Yan Zizhi wake up.

Jealous Linyuan is very cute.

But he is destined to prove the ruthless way for Linyuan.

Just like the person standing in front of me at this moment.

Even if it makes you tempted again, there is still a bone-chilling chill on your body.

As long as you touch it, you will wake up. ?

Yan Zizhi grabbed that hand, allowing the body of the soul to swim wantonly on his body.

"Here is the mark you made on me."

He put Lin Yuan's fingertips on the water-blue little sword, and scratched his palm.

Lin Yuan's love soul felt as if it had been electrocuted, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But he was reluctant to give up the warm touch of the person in front of him.

Can only be passively pulled by him to continue down.

"And here, here, and here, you have touched them before, don't you remember?"

"Ling Jueding, above the cage, in the realm of innocence, and in the palace, those people are all you."

Aipo, who had already begun to blacken, gradually changed color in front of Yan Zizhi.

From deep black to milky yellow.

In the end, it was too yellow to bear to look directly at.

When Yan Zizhi grabbed his hand and passed the belly button all the way down.

Lin Yuan's love soul finally couldn't take it anymore.

Forcibly trying to pull his hand away from Yan Zizhi's.

But to no avail.

In the end, he could only have a yellow face, and the strong man cut off his wrist, leaving a trace of his soul in Yan Zizhi's hands.

Huang Youyou's soul quickly found a thick dead tree and hid deep in the branches.

I can't wait to bury my face in the tree trunk.

Yan Zizhi held the remaining cotton candy-like soul in his hand and chuckled lightly.

With the flick of a finger, the soul turns into nothingness.

There are only zero and countless times to tease Linyuan.

It's really fun.

Following Yan Zizhi's laughter, Lin Yuan buried his face in the tree trunk, a layer deeper.

It's almost enough to embed the whole soul in it.

He didn't know how long it was before he heard Yan Zizhi's voice coming from behind: "Let's go, if you pick it again, you will strip all the clothes off this tree."

Ai Po: "..."

Only then did I realize that my daughter-in-law had put on all her robes at some point, and was walking out neatly with small steps.

And he also discovered the change in the color of his soul, so he could only hang his head aggrievedly, and leave the Lingchi with his wife.

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Xiang Jiurong was cleaning his demon sword outside, because his mind was full of things about his father and the land of death and life.

So I didn't feel like I had to wait long.

After seeing Yan Zizhi coming out, the first thing he said was: "You two are so fast?"

Yan Zizhi: "..."

Ai Po: "..."

For a while, it is not clear who you are humiliating.

It's better not to answer this kind of talk.

One person, one demon, one soul, just like that under the tears of gratitude and enthusiastic cheers from the patriarchs of the demon clan.

Into the swamp, thick black mist.

"They seem to be very happy when you go to the land of death and life." Yan Zizhi couldn't help reminding Xiang Jiurong.

Xiang Jiurong has indeed matured a lot when he came back this time. Not only did he not feel the slightest bit of embarrassment, but he was very calm: "If you don't tell the truth, we are still good brothers."

That's it.

Even if after he went in, the Yaozu wanted to put on a big show and have a banquet for three to five days, it had nothing to do with him.

If you can get the Ten Thousand Mountains, someone will listen to his orders.

If he can't get the Ten Thousand Mountains, even if he snatches the leader of the monster clan, he will be nothing but a clown.

Not long after entering the Misty Swamp, Yan Zizhi saw the wandering soul.

That ray of soul has been circling back and forth.

It seems that the entrance to the land of death and life cannot be found.

Yan Zizhi could feel the anxious and irritable emotions on his body, gradually turning his own soul into a deep red.

The color of blood.

Without any nonsense, Yan Zizhi directly took out Linyuan's life lamp from the storage ring.

The faint blue life light suddenly lit up.

It is undoubtedly a strand of Linyuan's soul.

Looking at the violent mood of the soul, it should be one of the resentment society, or a combination of the three.

This is not yet certain.

Yan Zizhi turned the lamp around the strand of soul, hoping that with the guidance of the lamp, the bloody soul could return to the lamp.

At the same time, Lin Yuan's Ai Po also discovered the "rival in love" in front of him.

The angry white soul lay between Yan Zizhi and the blood-colored soul.

Trying to stop Yan Zizhi from looking at the bloody soul.

It's a pity that the blood-colored soul just raised his eyes for a shallow look, and then made his own irregular circles again.

Ai Po: "..."

I'm blind, it turns out that people have no interest in his daughter-in-law at all.

Yan Zizhi: "..."

Why does Linyuan's soul seem to not know him.

There is no love at all, so excited to see myself.

Xianzun is so heartless...

Since Ming Deng couldn't ask the bloody soul to go with him, he could only rely on other methods.

Since he has been spinning around in this misty swamp, it proves that he desperately wants to enter the land of death and life.

There must be something the bloody soul wants to find in the land of death and life.

If you don't have the wish to form a blood-colored soul, you will never be able to put the blood-colored soul into the lamp.

Yan Zizhi seemed to understand a little bit.

The reason why Linyuan's Aipo surrounds him is because Aipo's thoughts are all about Yan Zizhi.

The meaning of Ai Po's existence is to exist for Yan Zizhi, and he is what Ai Po wants to find.

That's why you stay close to yourself.

And the bloody soul...

What is he looking for?

"If you want to go in, follow me."

Yan Zizhi walked the life lamp around the soul again, and imprinted a breath of life lamp on the bloody soul.

In case of entering the land of death and life, and any unexpected situation occurs, he can still find this strand of soul.

After doing all this, Yan Zizhi nodded towards Xiang Jiurong.

Xiang Jiurong didn't waste time either.

He raised the demon knife and cut his finger, and dripped the blood drop by drop into the root of a towering ancient tree in front of him.

The dripping blood beads condensed into pearls, suspended in mid-air.

Gives off a faint glow.

In the next instant, all the blood beads were absorbed by the towering ancient tree.

Branches began to branch out overwhelmingly.

It formed a very strange and shocking picture.

The spreading branches of the towering ancient tree almost covered the sky and the sun, causing all the black crows in the swamp to flap their wings and fly away from this place.

It turns out that to enter the land of death and life, the blood of the monster race must be used as a guide.

The place of death and life is the place where the bones of the ancient demon masters are buried.

People who are not members of the demon clan are not allowed to enter without permission.

So even if Linyuan's love soul lingers at the gate of the land of death and life for 1000, 1 years.

It is also impossible to get in.

With the blood of the monster race as a guide, the sky can be covered and the sun can be covered, and the ancient trees can be reborn.

To show a way into the land of death and life.

Soon, when the branches of towering ancient trees covered the blood moon of the monster race.

The shadow cast by the blood moon falls somewhere in the swamp ahead.

That area changed from reflecting the cold moonlight to pitch blackness.

This is the entrance to the land of death and life.

The bloody soul was the first to smell the breath of the land of death and life.

Without even the slightest hesitation, it floated into the dark hole, moving as fast as lightning.

Fortunately, Yan Zizhi had taken precautions just now, as long as he held the life lamp and followed the breath guided by the life lamp, he could find it again.

Yan Zizhi and Linyuan's Aipo glanced at each other, and stepped into the land of death and life without hesitation.

I thought that the land of death and life should be barren.

It is full of black monsters and miasma, and there is no grass growing, or the sky is full of yellow sand.

It should be almost the same as the realm of innocence.

But it didn't.

Into the eyes is a pale snow covered mountains.

There are also some green forests, which are buried by heavy snow. Occasionally, birds on the branches pass by, shaking off the snow pressed on the branches, revealing a little greenness.

For a moment, Yan Zizhi felt that this was a paradise, a feeling of complete silence.

and.

Inexplicably familiar.

Has he been here before?

Not just him.

Even Aipo, who was beside him and shoulder to shoulder with him, also showed a dazed expression.

"You also think this place is very familiar?"

Ai Po nodded without a trace.

Snow falls on thousands of mountains, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The figure of the blood-colored soul has long since disappeared.

"There seems to be a little fire over there."

As a member of the Phoenix family, Xiang Jiurong has exceptionally good eyesight.

Even through the wind and snow, small fires lit several miles away could be seen.

In the wind and snow, there is only a small fire.

Obviously, the small fire must be a clue to the place of death and life.

Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong stepped on the ice and snow and walked all the way to the direction of the small fire.

This snow is real snow.

Every time you step in, you will feel no more than your knees, and the biting chill will drill into the boots along the snowdrift.

Yan Zizhi hadn't felt this familiar yet unfamiliar coldness for a long time.

Spiritual power can be used in the land of death and life, and they have already tried it when they first entered.

However, this place is extremely dangerous.

If it is not necessary, no one is willing to consume their spiritual power.

In order to avoid any unexpected situation, unable to deal with it.

At this time, the benefits of Linyuan's soul body are manifested.

He floated above the snow, feeling the slippery whoosh.

Go forward almost like skiing, turn yourself into a wind, do whatever you want.

Yan Zizhi shook off the snowflakes on his boots, showing envy: "..."

Oriole Bird: This is a bit too much.

It seems to experience the same feeling of flying.

With such a large amount of snow, skiing is really a gift from God.

Walking people are walking, flying birds are flying.

Skiing.

Soon he came to the small fire.

Then everyone discovered that there was more than just a small fire here.

Also sat a curled up little boy.

Beside the little boy, lay a body that did not know its life or death.

"..."

This situation is strange and frightening.

They have all come, and as the only survivors encountered in the land of death and life, they have to go forward to inquire as usual.

This glorious and great task naturally fell into the hands of the thug, Xiang Jiurong.

Xiang Jiurong pondered his tone for a while, and stepped forward gently: "Kid..."

"I'm not a kid."

With a branch in his hand, the little boy kept fiddled with the bonfire, trying not to let the weak flame go out.

This mass of fire is the only warmth in this freezing weather.

The little boy who said this did not look at others from the beginning to the end.

A pair of dark eyes that were obviously not deeply involved in the world were full of indifference.

"You don't look like ten years old, okay, you don't want to be a child, at least you have to tell me your name."

Xiang Jiurong was a little annoyed by the reply.

But quickly suppressed his emotions.

In the land of death and life, there is no use without brains.

"I do not want to tell you."

The cold little boy fiddled with the bonfire mercilessly.

Xiang Jiurong: "..."

Yan Zizhi: "..."

Fine.

Although indifference is indifference.

But the little boy in front of him is much more pleasing to the eye than Xiao Bugui.

Moreover, Yan Zizhi felt that the little boy in front of him looked familiar.

Where did you see it?

If one topic fails, Yan Zizhi can only go up to the second topic.

"Is she your mother?"

The little boy in front of him, though luxuriously dressed, seemed to be made of silk brocade.

But there were many cuts made by swords on the clothes.

The continuous flesh and blood in the deep place also turned out.

Looking at the woman lying on the ground.

There are many gold hairpins, silver ornaments, jewelry and jadeite.

A dazzling array of eyes are inserted on the head, and half of the face is covered by white snow at the moment.

All the brilliance that belongs to jewelry is also covered.

Very depressed.

The woman also had many scars on her body.

It's just that no fatal injuries were seen on the front.

On the top of the woman's head, there is a long, long winding trace.

From far to near.

It's just that the traces in the distance are covered by the heavy snow, and they can only be vaguely seen within two or three feet.

Yan Zizhi is extremely sensitive to the dead.

Judging from the bloodless hands exposed by the woman, she was dead.

The woman died, but the little boy was still alive and never left her.

The relationship between the two of them is mostly that of mother and son.

Perhaps it was the father and mother who tried their best to protect their children, so they were able to survive.

"She's dead."

The little boy narrated very calmly.

It's just a pair of wolf cub eyes full of scarlet blood.

For a moment, Yan Zizhi empathized with this feeling.

The loss of a loved one.

Especially the birth mother.

he.

Have you ever had a mother?

"I want to drag my mother home. I can't let her be alone in the wilderness. There will be wild beasts hurting her."

The little boy narrated very calmly word by word.

It turned out that the drag marks on the road were all caused by this little boy.

It is hard to imagine how the little boy who looked only ten years old in front of him dragged an adult corpse so far, walking in the deep mountains.

Especially now that it's snowing heavily.

It is a miracle that he didn't die from cold, freeze to death, or lose his strength.

"Your mother is very beautiful, does she have a name?"

Yan Zizhi lowered his tone.

"Her name is Qiao He. Grandpa said that she was born in summer. When she was born, lotus flowers were all over the yard, and she was as gentle as a mother."

"Your mother's name sounds nice. She is so gentle, beautiful, and knowledgeable. She should have given you a nice name."

Yan Zizhi is persuasive and persuasive.

Hearing these words, the little boy raised his head slowly with his dull eyes.

Look at Yan Zizhi.

Slowly said: "My name is Lu Qingzhou."

"A light boat that has passed ten thousand mountains."

Yan Zizhi's heart trembled.

The word Ten Thousand Mountains.

He had heard it in the Monster Race Hall, although he couldn't tell what the relationship between the little boy in front of him was and the Monster Sword Ten Thousand Mountains?

But he believed.

This little boy named Lu Qingzhou must not be simple.

"Your mother is really talented, and your name sounds nice too."

"Thank you."

The little boy replied politely, rubbed his hands, dropped the wooden stick in his hand, and stood up from the snow.

He patted off all the snowflakes on his body in an orderly manner, then raised his hand, and swept the snow that fell on half of his mother's face to the ground.

The beautiful woman who had lost too much blood was very pale.

But it is completely recognizable that he is almost the same as the little boy in front of him.

"I'm taking my mother home."

Without saying a word, the little boy walked up to the woman's feet and squatted on the ground.

Although it took some effort, he still bent down to put his wife's legs on his waist.

Just move one step at a time, stepping on the wind and snow, walking forward with difficulty.

The traces that were dragged by the meandering just now continued to deepen after a short rest.

Yan Zizhi looked up into the distance.

There are still tens of miles to go out of this snow mountain.

Although Lu Qingzhou swayed every step, his firm body was like a straight spine in the heavy snow.

Unwilling to give in.

Lin Yuan's Ai Po couldn't bear it, stepped forward, bent down and gently supported his wife's head.

Although this move has no real meaning.

But Lin Yuan still did it.

The cyan hair was dragged very scribbled in the snow.

But it is difficult to hide the beauty of the lady.

The mother who died for her child is always the most moving.

Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong did not speak.

Just follow Lu Qingzhou quietly.

As he stepped on the wind and snow, he walked forward through thorns and thorns.

After walking for about one night, they walked out of the snow mountain.

Below the snow mountain is a rather prosperous city.

It looks like this snow mountain is not in the middle of nowhere.

When we arrived at the city, the sky was light and the road was still very dark.

Lu Qingzhou only rested for a short while, then continued to drag his mother to the city.

The soldiers guarding the city seemed to recognize Lu Qingzhou.

Lu Qingzhou refused to go forward to help.

He dragged his mother by himself until he stopped at the gate of a tall government office.

There are two simple characters engraved on the government office: Lu Mansion.

The handyman in the mansion saw who was coming, and was so frightened that the broom in his hand fell to the ground, and ran in in a panic.

Shouting while running: "The young master is back, the young master is back with his wife!"

Soon dozens of people ran out from Lu's house, and when they saw the lying lady, everyone fell silent.

"Take mother back, and we will hold a funeral for her today, and I will bury her with dignity."

Lu Qingzhou gave orders silently.

"Okay, master." No one dared to disobey his order.

Everyone knows that he is the only young master in the Lu family.

Just when the boys lifted the door panel and hurriedly lifted Mrs. Lu up, Lu Qingzhou suddenly opened his mouth.

"Where is my father?"

The young servants shuddered and almost threw Mrs. Lu off.

"Master, master, he..."

"Report truthfully."

"Master, he came back one step earlier than you, and brought back another young master..."

The boys dare not say any more.

Because it is too appalling.

After their master knew what happened to his wife and young master, he didn't bring any troops to rescue them.

Instead, a man rode an iron horse and galloped towards the opposite place.

a few days later.

The young master returned with his dead wife.

And sir.

But he brought back another son who was about the same age as the young master.

Everyone guessed that this young master was the master's illegitimate son outside...

The author has something to say:

Linyuan; my daughter-in-law danced/dressed/danced in front of me, but I couldn't....

Yan Zizhi: If you want to be more open, although the daughter-in-law may not be your daughter-in-law, the mark is your mark.