"Why?" Yan Jiu asked eagerly, it was like seeing a ghost, why did this Wangyuan give himself a "death notice" as soon as he saw him?

"Because of the last generation of the realm lord. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wangyuan gave an answer that was incompatible.

Yan Jiu asked suspiciously, "Are you talking about the demon lord day and night?" Why did he get involved with me? ”

"Yan Jiu, don't you even think about it? Whether it is cultivation or strength, what is the difference between day and night and other Demon Monarch Immortal Kings, and why can he be the only one who can enter the Immortal Emperor's Tomb? ”

Yan Jiu was already smart, and he was able to understand it by Wangyuan, "You mean to ...... But how is that possible? ”

Wang Yuan broke the last trace of luck in Yan Jiu's heart, "Just like the specific conditions required when some secret realms are opened, the conditions for entering the Immortal Emperor's Tomb may be due to the fact that this avenue is traced." ”

Wang Yuan said, but he looked at Yan Jiu with a dazzling gaze, "Yan Jiu, since it was Su Hui who chose you, then why not the choice of the Immortal Emperor's Tomb." ”

When Yan Jiu heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "But I don't want to be chosen by them at all, this kind of life that seems to be pulled by countless silk threads is simply terrible." ”

"yes, it sucks." Wang Yuan looked at the slave mark on the back of his hand, "Especially this kind of life where life and death are manipulated at any time, I just don't want to stay longer for a moment, but ......"

Wang Yuan said, his voice becoming more and more firm, "In addition to the dangers here, there is also the power to make people obsessed and turn over the clouds. ”

At that moment, Yan Jiu could see clearly, and she saw a light called "ambition" in Wangyuan's eyes.

Yan Jiu scratched his chin, always feeling that only the villain boss behind the scenes would say such a thing.

Hehe, I don't mean to curse my fellow countryman Wangyuan at all!

Wangyuan's eyes turned and looked at Yan Jiu, "Yan Jiu, since Su Hui chose you, why don't you go into this Immortal Emperor's tomb to take a look?" Perhaps, you can be the one who wields the silk thread. ”

Wangyuan took out the Zimu shuttle, he had stayed too long, it was time to leave.

"That's all I have to say, I hope the next time I see you, you're still alive." After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he glanced at Yan Jiu with a complicated meaning.

Although you swallow the heavens, you are from the same place as me, but if you do not reach that height, you can only be like me.

"Goodbye." Wangyuan said, but he didn't look back, and directly manipulated the son and mother to break through the air and leave.

"You're ...... too"

It wasn't until Wangyuan's back disappeared that Yan Jiu put down his front paws that he had swung twice.

"I also want to go into this Immortal Emperor's tomb to have a look, but I don't know the entrance!"

Yan Jiu jumped on a relatively complete stone tablet next to him, "Forget it, forget it, the tomb of the Immortal Emperor is all floating clouds, it's better to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible, in case you are accidentally sent to some "Desolate Ancient Gate" by this stone tablet, it will not be good......"

Not to mention that Yan Jiu was working hard to search for puzzle pieces, only that she was put in her cheek pouch for the edge, and there was no leisure.

I saw that he took out one or two pieces from the pile of shredded paper in front of him from time to time, and then put them together perfectly, under his hand, the word "immortal" has been spelled out, and the word "emperor" is also suspicious, but the word "tomb" is not a piece.

Between the twists of his habits, he looked at the scraps of paper under his hand a little distracted, and somehow, he suddenly thought of himself before going down the mountain......

When the edge went down the mountain, the presiding abbot once came to see him off, and there was some silence between the two, because they both knew that the edge went down the mountain to meet their own death.

Walking all the way to the mountain gate, the edge said goodbye to the presiding abbot, "You go back, the edge will definitely be able to find the bones of the holy Buddha." ”

"You don't have to look for the whereabouts of the bones of the Holy Buddha, because he has already chosen the people who need it."

"As for you, damned fate...... Alas......" The white-haired host shook his head rarely.

"Life and death are common things, you don't have to worry too much, if you get through, you will come to your seat to listen to the scriptures, but if you can't cross it, it will only be the beginning of another cycle."

The voice of the presiding abbot came slowly, with a bit of fate, "Fate, since you know reincarnation, then you still remember your last life." ”

"Born in the emperor's family, coinciding with troubled times, I had to hold a sword as a king, and I was stained with blood and injustice, and then you enlightened and entered my Buddhism." The timbre of the edge is like water, as if it is talking about another person's life.

"Then do you know that on the day you entered the Buddha Gate, you made a marriage contract with you since childhood, and your fiancée, who has been waiting for you for twenty-five years, once came."

"Know," Yuan returned, "It's just the entanglement of Hongchen's seven feelings, the entanglement of the six desires between infatuated men and women, and after I broke it, she went down the mountain and left." ”

"Then do you know that as soon as she left the mountain gate, she was pierced through the heart by the rebellious ministers and thieves you once suppressed."

"Know," the fate twisted the rosary between his fingers, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

She was standing when she died, and countless arrows passed through her body, holding her in place for life, and because she was killed by the spirit of the soldiers, her soul could only be trapped in its place, unable to go to reincarnation.

So when I saw her again, I only saw her soul, and she was standing there boredly counting the arrows on her body.

"You're here," she said with a smile.

She pointed to her blood-stained shirt and said, "If you're not careful, it's like this." ”

"Didn't you take refuge in Buddhism, Buddha crossed sentient beings, didn't you recite a passage of the Sutra of Past Lives for me......

"What do you want?" He asked.

He heard her smile and say, "I just wish I never met you again......"

He clasped his hands together towards the presiding abbot, "I once recited the "Sutra of Death" for her, and I hope that she will be born in a big family in the next life, enjoy all the favor, and never meet me again." ”

"Amitabha," the presiding abbot said the Buddha name compassionately, "fate, whether you can survive this death calamity, or should you ...... in the reincarnation of this woman."

"Death...... Reincarnated ......" Yuan couldn't help but mutter, and before his words fell, his figure disappeared into this gray space.

In the corner where the fate disappeared, the man's big mouth was as green as jade, and he couldn't help but roll up, and there were large patches of purple smudged with white and tender petals......

Before he could stand up, Yan Jiu pushed his "results" over, "Fight hard and see if you can find a way out." ”

While putting together the shredded pieces of paper piece by piece, he said lightly, "Who came just now?" ”

"There are indeed a few," Yan Jiu pulled his tail and said, "It seems that the upper realm has come down to investigate the immortal emperor's tomb." ”

After Yan Jiu finished speaking, he scratched his chin with a distressed expression, what should I do if I knotted my tail hair in order to pursue the effect?

But I saw a cool mist falling from the sky, and my dark "complexion" was completely renewed, and it was the fate that cast this little spell.

Yan Jiu shook his fluffy white soft hair, and then looked at Yuan with satisfaction, "Little monk, how does it feel to break the death calamity." ”

With the plain white fingers of the hand, he pinched up a few small pieces of paper and put them together, "Xiaoyou is wrong, the death of the little monk has not been broken......" (to be continued.) )