[Nezha: The Devil Boy Comes to the World] Lian Huo

Immortals don't have a big concept of time, especially for Qinglian Jiezi, the flow of time is very slow, and basically no one would care about it.

Foshuang was surprised to find that he began to care about the flow of time in the outside world.Maybe it's because of loneliness, maybe it's because of boredom. In the past, she didn't think that being alone was bad. It wasn't until Nezha came and left that she realized that her life was so boring.

She once tried to fall asleep again, but remembered what Nezha said before leaving, and worried that he would return one day, so she couldn't sleep well.

After two years of this kind of life, she couldn't help but release her consciousness again to investigate what happened outside.

As soon as her divine thoughts came out of the extreme west, another thick and upright divine power sensed it.Foshuang couldn't help smiling wryly, the number of times her divine power has gone out in recent years is more than the sum of the previous tens of thousands of years, which has attracted unprecedented attention from the emperor in the Nine Heavens.Foshuang suspected that if he continued like this, Emperor Haotian would hardly be able to sit still to spy on her purpose.

An ancient god like her has powerful power in her body that can destroy the world and reshape the era. Every time she appears in the outside world, she will attract the attention and attention of the gods.

At first, I thought that the little magic pill was just a pastime to pass the time, but now it seems that even a god has a long heart after all, and being with a living creature for so long, how can it be a fate that can be put down lightly?

So, that's all.

She resigned herself to her fate, but let go instead.

After paying attention to the news from the outside world, she also heard a lot of news about Nezha.It seems to be a bit too elliptical to say this. It is better to say that in these years, things about Nezha have almost exploded into the sky, and there is no way to stop it.

The forerunner of Xiqi, the former son of the general soldier of Chentangguan, the boy Shansheng, the first god of the Santan Haihui, the third prince of Honglian... One after another, the prominent names clearly show his growing reputation and popularity in the lower world. record.

Sishui Pass, Jiepai Pass, Qinglong Pass, Chuanyun Pass, Shijue Formation, Zhuxian Formation, Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the lower realms are full of flames, and everywhere is a battlefield. Open the way and go straight to Chaoge.

Li Gen, Biyun, Caiyun, Ji Li, Deng Zhong, Ao Guang, Caiyun, Zhang Guifang, Mo Liqing, Wen Zhong, Deng Jiugong, Yu Yixian, Liu Huan, Shiji, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, Burning Lantern, Wang Mo , Mo Lihong, Wen Zhong, Zhao Gongming, Hongsha Zhen, Deng Chanyu, Tu Xingsun, Yin Jiao, Kong Xuan...these names all belong to immortal gods, whether it is Jiejiao God or Xitian God, under the fire pointed gun, Everyone is burned by the real fire, and the blood is sprinkled on Yin Shang.Nezha killed and injured hundreds of gods within a few years, and the rumors of killing gods spread throughout Xiqi and Chaoge with the real fire.It is his destiny to become a saint by killing gods and enshrining gods, stopping killing by killing, 720 times of killing and calamity.

The Battle of the Conferred Gods was nothing more than a bloody conspiracy between Chanjiao and Jiejiao. It depends on who can gain the upper hand, even the gods cannot escape being slaughtered.

Foshuang was not very surprised by this result, Nezha was destined to bear a blood debt.On the day he went out, the outside world was in chaos, and the greedy wolf broke the army restlessly. At that time, the chaos in the nine states of the world was about to begin. The catastrophe had already happened, and it was destined to usher in a long battle.

It's just that she couldn't help sighing that she had committed a crime.

God is the most powerful creature in the world, with a long life, there is no race in the world more powerful than the gods.But gods often die due to internal friction. From ancient times to ancient times, how many gods died at the hands of their own people?

She was a little sentimental, and such emotions diluted some of her longing for Nezha.Not wanting to hear the cries of the people in the six realms, she withdrew her consciousness, closed the mustard space, and stopped paying attention to external affairs.

Then one day, she suddenly heard the sound of the world being broken.

Foshuang was subconsciously taken aback, and after some calculations, she searched all the people in the divine book, but she couldn't find anyone who could break her green lotus seed.

It can't be Sanqing, she laughed, guessing for herself.With so many casualties in the two sects of Chanjue, how could they have the time to come here.

Fortunately, soon she didn't have to guess wildly anymore, a fire cloud suddenly rose in the distant sky, the cloud became bigger and bigger, and gradually spread a piece of fiery red pressure on the top of her head.Foshuang looked into the distance, and suddenly the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

The fiery red cloud is actually the red shadow cast by Nezha Hot Wheels whistling past.The taller and slender boy fell from the sky, and the real fire on the hot wheel gradually extinguished. He narrowed his eyes slightly to look at her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"Fo Shuang." He raised his eyebrows and called her, the flames between his eyebrows were as red as blood.

He has grown up again.

Now that he already has a normal physical body, he will naturally grow with age.

Cultivation has no years, and in a blink of an eye, he already looks like a teenager, and his stature is more than a head taller than hers.

At first glance, Foshuang felt a little strange to him.

It's not because of his appearance, naturally, he is still as dazzling and imposing as before, perhaps much better than before.But what surprised her a little was the breath around him.

Having experienced countless killings, and being ridiculed by the gods in the sky as the God of War on earth, as the leader of Xiqi's pioneer officials, he already has an obvious high-ranking temperament, and the killing spirit is strong.If two years ago he was born as a brutal weapon magic pill, then now he is an unsealed killer weapon, and the arrogance around him is blazing to the extreme.Foshuang was still dozens of steps away from him, and he felt a little suffocated by the bloody smell on his body.

It's all the blood of the gods...Western peacocks, human gods, primates of various birds...

This was a subconscious resistance in her heart, stemming from the fear of perceiving the murder of her own family, and soon the ancient god suppressed this discomfort, after all, the person standing in front of her was the person she had been waiting for for a long time.

She found that she could not see him as a child at all now.

Foshuang sighed and looked at the young man in red outside the hall.There is no doubt that he now possesses the strength of every second of every second, and his every move is filled with a powerful and dangerous aura.

really……

Nezha had already sat in the red lotus in the lotus pond with familiarity, and let out a comfortable sigh. The familiar breath surrounded him, making him feel as relaxed as a baby returning to his mother's body.

(It was a young red lotus that Foshuang cast a spell to infuse it with spiritual energy for hundreds of years in exchange for its enlightenment. It was obtained from a lotus petal that the giant leaf red lotus once dropped.)

"It's still much quieter here." Nezha sighed, lay down on the lotus, and squinted his eyes at the sky.

These years of conquests and crusades have hardly given people a breath of respite.He had never seen such a purgatory on earth, let alone fighting against his parents.

Difficult, too difficult.If it wasn't for Jiang Ziya's kindness to him, and Ji Fa's talent, in fact, he didn't want to get involved in this muddy water at all. The lower realm was used as a thug, and he became the biggest hatred target of Yuxu's sect.

Who knew he hadn't spent a single day studying with those damn Chanjiao disciples.There are really enough disciples of Fatty, and they all like to make connections and recognize relatives.

Pooh!As soon as something happened, he turned his head and ran away on his mount. It really made him ashamed that the gods regretted their lives like this.

"How is the lower realm now? Have you been injured since you went out?" Foshuang asked.

"It's still the same, a slaughterhouse, but it's all people and gods who are slaughtered."

He picked up a weed that he didn't know where to find, looked at the sky, and replied casually after hearing the words.

It's true, the lower realms are really worthless now.Nezha is not a cold person. Watching other people die was unacceptable to him at first, but later on, countless souls were killed under the gun, and he no longer had any other thoughts to feel sorry for.

Sitting in the red lotus in the lotus pond, he told her about the battle against Zhou, full of vigor, completely ignorant of Foshuang's complicated emotions.

He talked and even had a whim to invite her to go down to the world together.Foshuang was taken aback, smiled and shook his head, only to realize that Nezha lying outside the hall should not be able to see her response, so he refused aloud.

The world has already been devastated, if she goes to stir up the water again, wouldn't it be true that the world will be turned upside down.

Nezha was not surprised to hear her refusal, so he skipped the topic and continued.

His stories sounded quite interesting, but after hearing too much, he felt a little boring, not boring.It's just that Nezha's stories are all about his fights with people in the lower realm, which are more than exciting and exciting, but not enough for life.

Nezha finished talking about the gods and monsters on the battlefield, and then talked about Chaoge, the capital of the Yin and Shang Kingdoms behind the battlefield.

Although his parents were officials in the Shang Dynasty, Nezha had never been to Chaoge when he was a child. At that time, his parents always talked about the king of Chaoge City with admiration, and Nezha always felt that their king was He is a great hero and a great husband.Perhaps the previous king of Shang was indeed a wise king, but since the concubine Yao came to the world, the destiny has completely shifted towards Xiqi.

When he talked about Daji, he curled his lips, obviously very disdainful.

"That demon fox." He paused, and he had already heard from Yuxu that she was sent by Nuwa to help defeat Zhou, but he still commented on Daji's behavior of killing living beings with chicken feathers as arrows, saying "extremely stupid", There was a sneer on the corner of her mouth all the time, and she didn't think she would have a good death, let alone wishful thinking to become a god.

Foshuang was slightly stunned, and found that his words were very murderous now, not to mention that compared to before, his methods were much more ruthless.

Chaos Qinglian is gentle and kind by nature, she can't understand where Nezha's various strong emotions come from.

Nezha got up from the lotus and stretched lazily: "Okay, I've talked so much about other people, now it's time to talk about myself."

He raised his gun, stepped into the hall, looked up at her for a few times, and then smiled.

"You said that your appearance has not changed a bit for hundreds of millions of years, but now I believe it."

He flew forward, stopped three steps away from her, threw away the pointed gun, and stretched out his hand.

"I have something to show you."

Foshuang looked intently at his palm, deep red to brown flames danced in his cold white palm, the temperature was scorching, much worse than his previous three-flavored real fire, but Foshuang frowned , subconsciously took a step back.

The flame was so murderous, and its color was deep and mysterious, that people even suspected that it was the magic fire produced by the demon.

"Sanwei Zhenhuo and Honglian Yehuo are refined, and this is the result of thorough fusion."

Nezha said proudly, looking up to see Foshuang's frown, his body froze, his face turned cold, and he carefully scrutinized her expression.

It was only then that he realized that she looked at him with a slightly unfamiliar expression, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Before I left, we agreed that I was the most special person in your heart. Why didn't it count for only two years?"

Nezha asked her coldly.

Looking at his cold and domineering appearance, Foshuang felt quite helpless: "You are still special. It's just that now that you have grown up, I can no longer control you like I used to discipline children. You have a destiny to It’s best for you to let yourself grow up naturally. I’m just not used to it for a while. Things in the world change a lot, and even the closest people, the way they get along will eventually change.”

Nezha sneered: "What does my destiny have to do with you? What does it have to do with us? I don't care, I just want you to stop being so weird."

Foshuang advised him that he would know more people of the same kind in the future, and their three views and life experiences would be closer. He should have more partners, and not to be too attached to past relationships. very painful.

"But none of them are you."

His reply made her speechless for a moment.

"Fo Shuang." Nezha suddenly changed his tune, and instead of arguing with her, he said, "I've often thought of you these two years, even if I fought with them on the battlefield, I would always think of the time when you taught me Huo Huo!" .I have accumulated a lot of stories about common people and little things from the mortal world for you.”

He even took out a precious East China Sea pearl.

That's why he forced Ao Bing to go find it with him.Although he fought all day long, he was still entrusted by King Wu to do a lot of escorting for his family.Nezha found that Zhou's noble women liked this kind of beads very much.In order to please Daji, Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty offered rewards for rare treasures all over the world. He gave Daji a priceless night pearl. shelf.At that time, he took a look at the bead, and later took Ao Bing to the East China Sea to "play". Under the guidance of the Third Prince of the East China Sea, the one he found was bigger than Daji's, so it should be considered a gift.

Foshuang reached out to take it, and was very moved. The strangeness and subtle grievances before suddenly disappeared.She felt a little guilty and didn't know what happened to her before.In the prehistoric times, the gods killed more than others, but at that time she was just being ordinary. I don't know why she showed such a look to Nezha today. Fortunately, he still misses her so much and found the Pearl of the East China Sea as a gift for her.

Nezha looked at her expression carefully and asked her if she liked it.

Foshuang looked down at the beautiful pearl exuding brilliance in the palm of his hand: "Well, I like it very much."

Seeing that she finally showed the soft and gentle expression when she faced him before, he was satisfied. While she lowered her head, he quickly scanned her whole body carefully, and was startled for a while.

Only then did he realize that she was now at the same height as his shoulders, and he felt a little surprised, and a little bit of an unclear mood burst into his heart.

Nezha felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that he was watching her holding the pearl and kept observing her reaction. How did this scene feel exactly the same as when he saw King Zhou giving the pearl to Daji? It was weird no matter how you looked at it.

He was thinking wildly, Foshuang raised his head, glanced at him with a smile, and said to him: "The things in the mortal world are too exquisite and interesting now. In the past, the East China Sea was still barren, but now such beautiful things can be cultivated." something."

Nezha stared at the smile on her lips, and suddenly froze as if frozen in place.

He could feel the flames crawling into his chest along with the blood, and bursting into his atrium one by one. The fire was burning, and the heart that had always been calm was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst out of his body in the next moment. .

He is no longer the three-year-old child of the past, with a age of [-], his mind has already matured.

He knew what the emotion was beating in his heart right now.

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