Underworld Merry Flower

After Chao Xi returned to the side hall, he was deeply depressed.Although the marks on his face had disappeared, there was still a trace of coolness in the place touched by the prison ghost king.

Chao Xi fetched a basin of water, and wiped the place repeatedly with a face towel, wishing he could rub the skin off so that he felt clean.

The prison ghost king is uncertain, and it is difficult to meet him. Chao Xi doesn't know how long he can bear him.

The inner area is a completely enclosed area, without the permission of the prison ghost king, it is difficult for people, even birds, to enter and leave here.

Chao Xi felt that he underestimated the prison ghost king.The main reason is that before becoming Emperor of the Underworld, he didn't even know that the Underworld imprisoned a demon. Even if Xun Heng mentioned him, Chao Xi didn't take it seriously.

Chao Xi didn't know that this old devil still had magical powers until he entered the method he had drawn.

It is difficult for Chao Xi to deduce whether his identity has been discovered by him.If he sees it through, why does he keep himself by his side?If he didn't see through, he offended him and disturbed him many times, but he endured it.Even making amends after being furious, is this what a devil would do?

Many problems were unreasonable, and Chao Xi fell into an unprecedented predicament, and he couldn't think of a way to get out of it for a while.

Chao Xi regretted not letting Xun Heng go with him.If Xun Heng is here, all problems can be easily solved, right?

Chao Xi curled up his thumb, looked at the jade finger, and was extremely entangled in his heart. Do you want to tell Xun Heng about the situation here?He doesn't need help from the lower realm, it's good to have a discussion.

But Xun Heng is in the Shangqing Realm, Sanqing must be with him, and he is still studying Taoism, so he can't be distracted.forget it......

Just when Chao Xi was hesitating, the jade ring finger glowed and gradually became transparent, and there was a small figure sitting inside the ring, which was the spirit of Tangyuan.

"Underworld Emperor, Tianzun has ordered that no matter where he is, as long as the emperor needs it, he can be called at any time." Tangyuan said.

Chao Xi shook his head: "It's still early. By the way, you helped the ghost king escape from prison, you must have seen him. Is this head teacher the real ghost king?"

Chao Xi previously believed that the head teacher was the prison ghost king, but the prison ghost king's behavior made Chao Xi a little confused, so Chao Xi needed Tangyuan's identification.

Tangyuan nodded and said, "Yes, he is the ghost king. When he wanted to take Xiao'an from Dijun's hand, Xiao'er felt that his magic power was stronger than before."

"Can his magic power surpass my fairy power?" Chao Xi asked.

Chao Xi fought Tangyuan in the underworld. At that time, Chao Xi wanted to destroy Tangyuan, so he didn't show mercy. Tangyuan should be able to make an intuitive comparison.

Tang Yuan said: "Small, tell the truth, don't blame the emperor."

"Say."

Tangyuan put it as tactfully as possible: "The ghost king's magic power should be slightly better than the emperor's fairy power. Although his magic yuan has been destroyed, he can consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan. He has been recondensing the magic yuan during the 8000 years in purgatory. Before escaping from prison, his magic yuan crystal was already the size of a pearl. The bigger the magic yuan, the stronger the magic power, and I guess his current magic yuan should be as big as a fist."

"So, I can't beat him?"

Tangyuan nodded honestly.

Chao Xi thought to himself: Fortunately, he didn't act rashly, otherwise he would not only expose himself, but also cause a disaster.

Chao Xi continued to ask Tang Yuan: "In your eyes, what is the character of the Ghost King?"

Tang Yuan said: "I don't have much contact with him, I only know that he is cold and arrogant, and doesn't take any ghosts and gods seriously. There were originally twelve ancient beasts in purgatory. After he repaired the magic element, it took only three days Kill all the beasts, suck their blood, and eat their flesh."

"The guard of Purgatory was actually killed by him a long time ago. He has been wandering in Purgatory and Eighteen Prisons. Many evil spirits voluntarily donated their souls to strengthen the magic element for him. The reason why the little one was demonized was that he sucked what he didn't want. Those remnant souls. Fortunately, after being purified by Tianzun, they regained their clarity."

Sure enough, a lean camel was bigger than a horse, but Chao Xi didn't understand why, as the last remnant of the demon clan, why the Heavenly Emperor didn't destroy him directly, but imprisoned him in the underworld instead.Although demons do not rely on yin qi to live, yin qi can boost the devil's nature, how could the emperor of heaven not know?

The mystery about the prison ghost king is getting bigger and bigger. Chao Xi skipped this topic for now and asked Tangyuan: "Is Tianzun still in the Qing Dynasty?"

"Well, do you want to inform Tianzun?"

"No." Chao Xi said thoughtfully, "I can find a way to delay the time until Tianzun comes out of the Supreme Purity Realm."

Tang Yuan said: "The little one feels that Dijun's situation is not good. If there is something wrong with the emperor, how can the little one explain to Tianzun."

"Now you have to listen to me." Chao Xi's tone was undeniable. "The King of Ghosts has doubts about your existence. You temporarily withdrew your spiritual energy and hibernated for a while. If I need it, I will wake you up."

"Yes."

The glutinous rice balls withdrew their aura, and the jade finger turned into an ordinary piece of white jade.

Chao Xi poured the washing water, closed the door of the side hall, and sat alone at the table in a daze.

Although Tangyuan spoke very badly about the Prison Ghost King, Chao Xi didn't feel how terrifying and cruel he was.In other words, he had other ideas and arrangements, so he didn't reveal his devilish nature.

It seems that head-to-head confrontation is not enough, we can only go back and forth with him, and in any case, we have to wait until Xun Heng is out of the Shangqing Realm.

After Chao Xi made up his mind, he no longer took the initiative to provoke the prison ghost king. Except that the prison ghost king occasionally called him to do some unimportant things, Chao Xi stayed in the side hall most of the time and never went out.

The Prison Ghost King was surprised by Chao Xi's enigma and quietness. Little Underworld Emperor had a cheerful and eccentric personality, and would never close himself just for a small friction.

Could it be that he couldn't hold back anymore and was planning something in secret?

If this is the case, the prison ghost king will feel relaxed.

The main altar is blocked from yin and yang, and the prison ghost king has made a special enchantment of demons in the inner area, so it is difficult for gods to enter, even if the little underworld emperor has reinforcements outside, it is futile.

Little Underworld Emperor wants to play games with himself, so he can only restore his real body. The prison ghost king really wants to see his immortal appearance outside the illusion.

Although his current skin is similar to his real body, but the aura is too different, the mortal skin covers his light, and the prison ghost king doesn't look very pleasing to the eye.

On this day, the Prison Ghost King finished adjusting his breath, thinking that he hadn't seen Little Underworld Emperor for two days, and wondered what he was planning secretly.

The Prison Ghost King wore a red cloak and walked leisurely to the side hall.

The doors and windows of the side hall were closed tightly, and there was no sound.The Prison Ghost King was not that particular, he just pushed open the door of the palace and walked in.

Chao Xi was painting in front of the long table, when an unexpected visitor came suddenly, Chao Xi immediately picked up a stack of rice paper and covered his painting.

The prison ghost king naturally saw it, smiled secretly, walked to the table, and asked, "Qu Youming, what are you doing?"

"I'm tidying up the room." Chao Xi folded the rice paper neatly and prepared to put it back on the bookshelf.

But the Prison Ghost King grabbed his wrist, snatched the rice paper from his hand, pulled out one from the bottom layer, and lifted it up to read.

There was a person drawn on the paper. Although his face was blank, he was tall and tall, with an impressive temperament. He was clearly a man.

"So you're painting." The Prison Ghost King spread the drawing paper on the table, nodded and said, "Your painting skills are much better than your musical instruments. The painting is not finished, you continue."

The prison ghost king also grinded it himself, picked up a pen and dipped a little ink in the inkstone, and then handed the pen to Chao Xi.

Chao Xi didn't pick it up, but rolled up the drawing paper and threw it into the wastebasket.

The prison ghost king raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you so hypocritical?"

Chao Xi smiled slightly and said, "Why did your lord say that? I'm not satisfied with my painting, so I want to paint a new one. Is it hypocritical?"

The prison ghost king's eyes were subtle, but he quickly returned to normal.

The Prison Ghost King raised his cloak, sat back on the armchair casually and unrestrainedly, raised his legs, raised his chin, and signaled Chao Xi to continue painting.

Chao Xi turned a blind eye to the wildness of the prison ghost king, walked to the other side of the long table, put his hands on the edge of the table, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Your Majesty's posture is not bad. How about I draw a portrait for you?"

The prison ghost king hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and said: "Okay, the painting is finished, and there is a reward."

The smile on Chao Xi's face almost couldn't hold back, do you really think you are the emperor?

"Then I will use all my talents to present a good painting to the Lord."

After speaking, Chao Xi selected a slightly larger piece of paper from the rice paper, took out an inkstone, scooped a small spoonful of cinnabar from the ink box into the inkstone, mixed it with water, and rubbed it lightly.

Chao Xi's movements were slow and orderly, unaffected by the prison ghost king's gaze.

The prison ghost king looked at him a little deeper.

After grinding the cinnabar, Chao Xi took a board from the bookshelf, opened the bracket behind the board, and stood the board on the long table.

The prison ghost king was puzzled: "What is this?"

Chao Xi said while laying out the drawing paper, "This is my self-made drawing tool. It would not take three to five hours to finish painting a portrait of Your Majesty. With it, it will be easier for me to draw."

Little Underworld Emperor is so serious about painting, Prison Ghost King feels that he needs to adjust his posture so that he can draw the best of himself.

As soon as the Prison Ghost King moved, he was stopped by Chao Xi: "Your Majesty, don't move. Your posture is very good now, and your domineering aura is natural. Any deviation will destroy this feeling."

"Really?" Prison Ghost King had just straightened up half his waist, his legs were still hanging in the air, but Chao Xi wanted him to maintain this posture.

"Seriously!" Chao Xi nodded with a serious expression, expressing that he was not lying.

The prison ghost king then fixed the posture, which was not difficult for him.

Chao Xi started to paint.

This work is endless.The sky outside the house changed from bright to dark, and the tree shadows on the window paper changed directions.

It was Shen time when the Prison Ghost King entered the side hall, and now it is Yin time. Chao Xi has been painting for twelve hours and has not yet finished.

The prison ghost king kept his back waist and legs hanging in the air at the same time without moving. Although he relied on strength for support, he would inevitably feel tired after a long time.

But Chao Xi also stood the whole time, only occasionally drinking water would walk a little bit.

The Prison Ghost King would not lose to Little Underworld Emperor in this matter, so he raised his spirit and continued to hold on.

After another half an hour, Chao Xi finally put down his brush, looked at his own painting, and smiled.

"Drawn? I'll take my seat." Prison Ghost King said.

"Sit." Chao Xi said concisely, with the tone of giving orders.

The prison ghost king didn't care, his whole waist and legs are stiff now, and he can finally relax.

"Bring over the painting and show it to me." Prison Ghost King said.

Chao Xi fanned the drawing paper with his hands, and said, "No hurry, the ink is still wet, we still have to wait for a cup of tea."

Chao Xi whetted the Prison Ghost King's appetite, and the Prison Ghost King had inexplicable expectations for this painting.