The night passed, and the sun shone in the sky.

With the first rays of golden sunlight, tearing through the cloud curtain and shining down, the monstrous sword river that had lasted all night finally disappeared from the Nine Heavens Void.

The large array on the altar of gods and demons disappeared, the chains of divine light disintegrated and disintegrated, and the giant pillar of gods and demons standing in the sky was also like a dead thing, silent.

With a muffled thud, Nezha was finally freed and fell from the void.

At this time, he had long lost his previous arrogance, his face was full of rebelliousness, his body was stained with blood, covered with sword wounds like fish kisses and copper coins, and he looked extremely terrifying.

The two eyes were dim and almost lifeless.

Even if you don't get close, you can feel an extremely suppressed and desperate aura in him.

However, Nezha is a Da Luo Jin Immortal in the end, even if he is pierced by ten thousand swords in one night and slaughtered tens of thousands of times, he is still immortal.

The extremely terrifying-looking injuries on his body had recovered in just a few breaths after the end of the system punishment.

As if going back in time, the immortal blood that flowed and splashed out was also covered with water and flowed backwards, turning into wisps of immortal light, which flowed back into his body one after another.

It turned out to be a trace of cultivation power without damaging it!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes just now, they would probably really think that it was not Nezha who had been howling all night, but someone else.

Jiang Yunfei's throat twitched, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he looked at Nezha blankly, but he really saw the powerful power of the lotus incarnation, and thought that he now also had the lotus immortal body, and his face couldn't help but show a smirk.

Broken sorrow's face twitched, and he was also deeply shocked when he saw Nezha's almost immortal immortal body, but he believed that the punishment of the system was not so simple, from the fact that he had wailed all night, and he had not eased up until now, it could be seen that the pain and torture that Nezha endured was far more terrible than it looked.

"I think we should be able to sit down and talk about it now, third prince, what do you think?"

After a long time, Nezha was still lying on the ground and did not move, everyone looked at each other, and couldn't help frowning slightly, staring at the child-like figure on the altar, and said lightly.

One breath, ten breaths, one minute, ten minutes, the atmosphere fell silent, Nezha lay on the altar with his eyes closed, as if he was deaf, and he didn't even have the interest to look at him.

Seeing this, the eyes in Xuanchou's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Nezha, you and I have never had a holiday, and things have come to this point, which is beyond my expectations, and it is not something I want to see, but even if I don't say something, you must know it in your heart." ”

"You made a big mistake in your early years, removing the bones and returning the father, cutting the flesh and returning the mother, although there are Taiyi Zhenren who went to the West Tianling Mountain to seek a meritorious golden lotus for you and cultivate into a lotus incarnation, but now, you have achieved great powers, and you are also completely locked in the realm of Da Luo Jin Xian, this is what you yourself told me in the cave, you shouldn't admit it, right?"

Hearing this, Nezha's small body on the altar trembled imperceptibly, and seemed to be stimulated by the words, but he still didn't speak, as if he was completely desperate, and he didn't even open his eyes.

Seeing this, the broken frown furrowed even deeper, almost twisted into a Sichuan character.

It is said that beating people does not slap people in the face, exposing people does not expose their shortcomings, ordinary people are still like this, not to mention the arrogant third prince Nezha, he thought that revealing his secrets in public would inevitably make Nezha angry and angry, but the latter's unusually calm reaction was greatly unexpected by him.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Nezha seems to be in this state, as if he has been suppressed by the system and has completely lost his sharpness, soul, and will, and has worn out all his dignity and heart.

In other words, he seems to have resigned himself to his fate.

This kind of result is already what the system wants to see, just like Sun Wukong, who was suppressed for 500 years and finally wore a golden hoop on Wuzhi Mountain.

But it was definitely not what he wanted to see, at the moment, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he continued: "Whether you admit it or not, just ask you now, how can you break free from the suppression of this altar of gods and demons. ”

"How long are you going to stay up like this?"

"A thousand years, 10,000 years, 100,000 years, or a million years, 10 million years!

Judgment and sorrow words are like a sword, in order to let Nezha speak, step by step, word by word, almost angrily asked.

However, the other party's reaction made Xuan Chou feel a little cold, as if the punch he threw with all his strength hit the void air.

Quiet!

Deathly silence.

Nezha seemed to be asleep on it, and he had no intention of answering.

"Master, after a night, even an immortal can't bear it, I think the third prince may be tired, or let's come back another day!"

Seeing that the atmosphere had become a little solemn, Jiang Yunfei was deeply afraid of breaking his sorrow and would be angry, so he used the power of the altar divine array to suppress Nezha again, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and started a round.

Silent and silent, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't tell if it was because the childhood idol in his heart who was not afraid of heaven and earth was now shackled and collapsed, or because of Nezha's silence, his plan was frustrated.

Or, both.

Just when Jiang Yunfei was about to turn around and leave after Jiang Yunfei's persuasion, suddenly, a sad and self-deprecating voice came down from the altar.

"Third Prince?

"Even you mortals, I'm helpless, a marshal of the Middle Altar who can't even walk out of a radius of ten zhang, haha, what a joke, a joke!!"

Nezha sat up, stared at the sorrow fiercely, and then swept his eyes, but his expression was sad and crying and laughing, and finally the grief and resentment in his heart turned into an unwilling howl, echoing in the heaven and earth.

The surroundings were silent, and Lin Xiaoyuan and others, who were originally moody and moody to Nezha, who were prone to violent and murderous temperament, felt a little hostile, and after seeing Nezha's true feelings revealed at this time and fell into such a miserable situation, they were gradually able to understand, and began to sympathize in their hearts.

Hearing this, the smile on Jiang Yunfei's face disappeared, and he felt a little guilty.

In his opinion, if it weren't for his inspiration on the altar, maybe Nezha would not have fallen to the point he is today, let alone be sealed and suppressed, and suffer this boundless capital punishment.

Thinking of this, a boundless sense of guilt suddenly came to his heart, almost overwhelming Jiang Yunfei, and subconsciously, with a heavy feeling of guilt, he walked towards Nezha step by step, and in a blink of an eye, he was about to ascend the altar.

The faces of the elders and disciples of the Xuantian Sect changed drastically, and they exclaimed in surprise.

PS: In the new week, full of vitality, Jianchen sells cute and asks for a ticket?

(End of chapter)