Before being chosen as the sacrifice of the Ghost Emperor, there was nothing dark about the life of the Netherworld Yellow Spring.

Although she has never seen her parents since she was a child, she lives very quietly and comfortably in the immortal gate of the Netherworld Immortal Dao.

Her specialty is the study of the essence of immortal arts, she is not good at fighting, and she never fights for power, so no matter which faction she is in, she is the harmless type of humans and animals, and the previous factional battles of the Netherworld Immortal Dao have not affected her.

She plays a dispensable role in the Netherworld Immortal Dao, and is responsible for the collation and research of the immortal sect classics.

She had no dissatisfaction with this kind of life, took a meager salary, did a meaningless job in the eyes of others, and the first thing she did when she woke up every morning was to wipe off the dust of the books that were so old that no one even looked at them anymore, to check the immortal array for deworming and dehumidifying, and then to stay in the gloomy library day after day to read.

For her, books are everything, and there are countless truths in books, all the answers she wants to know.

Books are friends, partners, teachers, and beacons that guide her life.

As long as she has books, she is satisfied, and she feels happy, so much so that she never cares about her cultivation.

She likes immortals, likes the legends of those ancient characters in the history of the seas and mountains, and when she looks at those legends, she will also fantasize a little and substitute herself into those legends that seem like myths to people now.

The nameless immortals came from the Great Wilderness, opened the altar to preach, there were teachings without class, there were countless ancient supernatural powers, the ancient demon beasts challenged on the altar, but they were defeated one after another, and the strongest twelve of them worshiped under the immortal gate, and passed down the twelve immortal Taoism.

In the Twelve Earth Immortal Dao System, there are Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu and other holy beasts from the four directions of heaven and earth, as well as Taishan Jun who comes from the Netherworld, and the Emperor of the Human Race who tastes a hundred herbs and benefits all races.

Sendai descended, the sword rushed into the sky, the Beihai battle was bloodstained for thousands of miles, the town was nine secluded, and the heavens were broken, that was the most difficult time in the seas and mountains, someone broke the void, and the sun soared, leaving only one immortal. The legend of the invincible sea and mountains in the world - the supreme heavenly sword Xuanyuan Hong.

In the rebellion of the four seas, the rise of Great Xia, the descendant of the Dragon Queen was born, and seven hundred and forty-nine great cultivators were killed in a row, and the supreme supernatural power was achieved in the way of conquest, which was the rising star of the army in the mountains of the seas, and the military god of the Great Xia Kingdom - the Great Xia Dragon Ji.

Whenever I read the heroes of these legends, I can feel the vicissitudes of life, the pulse of fate contained in the story.

Therefore, she chose an immortal art that was so unpopular that it could no longer be unpopular, not seeking immortality, not seeking conquest, but only seeking the "Mandate of Heaven" of freely entering and exiting the netherworld and walking freely.

This immortal art is directly transmitted from the ancestor of the Netherworld Immortal Dao, that is, the master of the Netherworld in the Twelve Earth Immortal Dao System - Taishan Fujun, which is an immortal art that communicates with ghosts and gods, so as to know the destiny of heaven and prove the ghost Dao.

She never thought about glorifying her ancestors and getting ahead, but just for pure curiosity and curiosity, she chose this immortal art that is as difficult as climbing to the sky, but it will not increase much combat effectiveness after cultivation.

Little did she know that this choice would completely change her fate.

After she chose the "Heavenly Mandate Technique" as her natal immortal, her cultivation speed was so fast that she couldn't believe it, it was a thousand miles a day.

When she first started cultivating this immortal art, many people laughed at her for not being able to do enough to dare to cultivate this immortal art, which was known as the most difficult immortal art in the Netherworld Immortal Dao, but they soon couldn't laugh, because she couldn't even believe the speed of her growth.

In just a few years, she crossed the barrier of heaven and man and became the youngest immortal warlock in the history of the Netherworld Immortal Dao.

Since then, the name of the genius girl has spread far and wide, and she has ascended to the sky in her teens, becoming an immortal warlock who is unattainable in the eyes of mortals, and she has been given the supreme surname "Nether" in the Netherworld Immortal Dao, and is even recognized as the first choice of the next generation of Netherworld Lords.

Everything, because of this "Heavenly Mandate Technique", she realized that the Dao is not that no one cultivates this immortal art, but that the difficulty of entering this immortal art is simply shocking, and once it is over the age of fourteen, no one can cultivate it, and it is the most profound supreme method of immortal art handed down by Taishan Fujun.

Once this immortal technique is successfully cultivated, the cultivator can directly break through the barriers of heaven and man, and from then on, the path of cultivation will be unimpeded, which can be called the supreme immortal technique that points directly to the avenue.

However, because of this, she was involved in a great conspiracy, and was unscrupulously refined into a sacrifice of the ghost path by those people to resurrect the Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Emperor who had been defeated under the Supreme Heavenly Sword Xuanyuan Hong's sword.

And the reason why she was chosen as a sacrifice was because she had cultivated the Heavenly Mandate Technique, which could lead directly to the supreme immortal technique of the Netherworld, and the other reason was that she was so talented that she blocked the path of some people, so she became a victim with neither a backer nor a deep background in the Netherworld Immortal Dao, and became a pawn for those who tried to dye the position of the master.

These things were something she had already refined into a sacrifice, and she only understood a little bit after seeing the ugly faces of those people.

In this world, it's not that if you don't have a fight with the world, no one will hate you.

In this world, it's not that if you don't think you want something, no one hates you.

She, in fact, is too naïve.

However, it was too late, so she gave up, too lazy to resist, too lazy to do anything more, waiting for her soul to weaken a little bit, a little silence.

Soon, it's all going to be over.

There is nothing to worry about, and if she dies, probably no one will cry for her.

Because, she is always on her own, as long as she has books.

Friend, it seems that there is only one, but I haven't seen it for a long time, it is a cheerful and lively little fox, a golden-haired jade-faced nine-tailed fox from the demon fox clan.

That's it, just go to bed slowly.

Then she saw the hands, the hands that pulled her out of the well, the smiles that filled her with sunshine.

It was her only friend, the little princess who always took the trouble to pull her out of the world of books and run with her in the wilderness.

It was the sunshine she had never had, and just looking at her running on the ground, she could feel the vitality that was incompatible with her but was extremely envious.

Qingqiu September, her best friend.

It's great to see her after the most ugly.

In this way, there are finally no regrets left.

After all, she couldn't live in that sunny world, and she lost that qualification when she died.

Her body had been dismembered and turned into those ice butterflies; Her spirit was divided into twelve parts, and she became those white-clothed female ghosts; Now she is just a false appearance, the most remnant of the remnants.

In this way, she can't go to the world of human beings, and she can no longer live quietly in the world of books as in the past.

Although his best friend did not give up on himself, he reached out to her and told her:

"Don't give up hope until the end of the day."

"Don't let go of the hand holding you until the end of the day."

"We must believe that there will always be miracles in this world."

However, she has long lost all hope, and there will never be any miracles again.

So, so be it.

Quietly, disappear in any corner of this world, become the bride of the ghost emperor, and be eaten by him.

This is fate, the end song of her life.

It should be so, it should be so, the tragic she should be about to die, no one wants to see it, no one wants to contact it, so she walked into the grave with her tragic life.

However, it has been such a time for what to do, for what to do, but she was hugged in such a shameful posture, and her whole body was light!

It's just that it's okay, but she can still work hard to endure it.

What can be done! She can't even keep her last secret, everything she thinks is heard by this person, what kind of punishment game is this!

That's enough! Enough is enough! Destiny, if you want to kill, just kill it!

This is the involuntary embrace of Mei Xue, the inexplicable indignant Netherworld Huangquan's accusation to the sky, and the review and sorrow of his life.

Of course, Mei Xue sensed all this, and even the shame that this genius girl had curiously peeked at the Spring Palace Diagram knew it clearly.

"This ...... That ......" Mei Xue felt even more embarrassed than Netherworld Huangquan himself, he really didn't mean to peep, in fact, he didn't even know the principle of this spiritual connection.

"Let me die!" Netherworld Huangquan slapped Mei Xue's shoulder, feeling embarrassed by some of the memories that had unconsciously passed through his mind just now.

It is said that when people are about to die, they will recall their lives, but for her now, this kind of slow-motion memories is simply a collection of countless shame games.

What makes her want to cry even more is that the more she doesn't want to think about it, the clearer she recalls it at this time, and even she remembers at what age she stopped wetting the bed, is this something that can be said to people! Even if you are a real couple, couples will not even confess this secret history!

It's over, it's over, it's all over, and a stranger knows all his secrets. Sure enough, it was better for her to die early, anyway, her human body was already dead and couldn't die anymore, only this ghost body remained.

"Actually, I think you can still salvage it." Mei Xue, who is a pharmacist, patted Netherworld Huangquan on the shoulder and comforted her.

Of course, it's just comfort, Mei Xue hasn't been so powerful as to resurrect the dead, even if it's the Netherworld Immortal Dao, which is famous for manipulating ghosts, I've never heard of the immortal art that can resurrect the dead, at most it's just reincarnated into ghosts, and the different paths of humans and ghosts are the avenues of heaven and earth, and I have never heard of something that can be reversed.

Although powerful ghosts can also have entities, their essence is still ghosts, and there is absolutely no way to become human. When the embodied ghosts are defeated, the remains will quickly turn into ghosts and dissipate into heaven and earth, leaving no traces, just like the red giants who were killed by Koyanagi.

"Go away!" The Netherworld Yellow Spring wiped away her tears and pushed Mei Xue away again when her attraction waned.

This time, she finally learned the lesson she had just learned, and did not try to escape from Mei Xue again, but obediently stood more than a meter away from Mei Xue.

"Can you still hear me?" For Netherworld Huangquan, whether everything he thinks will be heard by Mei Xue is a big question related to the girl's name.

"Well, it's blurred a lot, a little farther away." Mei Xue tried it and found that although she could still hear some of it, it was not as clear as just now, so that even he felt embarrassed.

Netherworld Yellow Spring took a few more steps back and asked cautiously:

"What about this distance?"

"One more point, a little more step back."

After trying several times, Netherworld Huangquan finally found a balance, about three meters away from Mei Xue, this distance will not produce that strange suction, nor will most of her thoughts be heard, although it will occasionally leak a little, but it will only leak when her emotions are more intense.

It's not perfect, but it won't even be passed down at a few years old.

Okay, just go into a meditative state like this, don't think about anything, don't have any strong feelings, so that he won't be heard by his heart.