"Okay, I did your request."

He didn't expect that it was just an unintentional accident before, and it would change the life of the Lord of the Underworld in this way. But if he hadn't saved the King of the Underworld at that time, it would have been difficult to find a second Enma in the underworld now.

He knew that Enma had always been difficult, and this was from the perspective of a bystander.

There is no criticism to think, the king of the underworld is a half-demon body, and now he sits in the position of the king of the underworld, all day long in this underworld, those old demons and monsters who talk about blood, they have already used their rules and regulations in this underworld, and it is full of hoops, if you want to insert another person into it, it is a very difficult thing, so this king of the underworld has persevered to the place where it is now, and he is really sorry for him to go so far alone.

also thinks that he is the hope of the underworld, although he Song Nian has turned him into his own expectation without permission, but in order to compensate for the Enma, he Song Nian will inevitably return him to a pure underworld and eradicate all worries for him.

This is what he Song Nian was able to do for him.

"You can't go out with this face on your face."

Since he, Song Nian, had already agreed to this request of demon power, he naturally would not break the contract. But if this demonic power is against the face of the Lord of the Underworld, they are afraid that it will not be easy for them to take one more step in this underworld, let alone go to the sea of stars above the thirty-three.

The demon power naturally knows, so he changed his face, which looked quite ordinary, but it was a gentle appearance. Song Nian didn't expect that this flying and domineering demonic power would be so pure, although they had a conversation just now, and they also knew that although this demonic power occupied the body of the king of the underworld, it was quite pure.

"Don't move."

Song Nian was observing the demon power here, and he saw that this guy was walking like him step by step, and before he saw it, he actually raised his hand and put it in Song Nian's heart, Song Nian never thought that this demon power would harm him. I really didn't expect it, and I didn't think it would be like this, so I just watched motionless and watched what he did.

For a while, there was not even a sound in this cave, and Song Nian felt that there was a wisp of warm current pouring into his heart, which felt that he was both familiar and a little nostalgic.

This is an influx of demonic power.

He Song Nian suddenly felt that this body was a lot lighter, he Song Nian was in this underworld, after these three or five hundred years, all of them existed with soul bodies, so naturally it was light and fluttering, and there was no weight, if it was placed on the human beings who had gone through the world, they would definitely not be used to such a light state, but Song Nian would not be like this.

It's just that he was lighter than his soul from the beginning.

Human beings contain filthy gas, this breath is naturally precipitated over time, will slowly increase, this is a human thing, and human beings live together, not only in the world, must not escape such filthy gas. Now, with the many turmoils in the world, this filth is even worse.

Among the Three Realms, only the Heavenly Realm Immortals are the lightest.

"But you still miss the old days?"

Demon Li looked at Song Nian, who was out of his mind on the side, and felt that this person was now in a little trance.

"Nostalgia."

That's his root, how can he not read it in Song Nian?

In fact, he is still an ancestor, even if he never wants to admit it, he still can't help but remember the place of birth in that distant memory.

The place that makes him miss it is haunted by dreams.

Thirty-three days, Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Punishment Altar.

"Qinglong Boqi, sealed by the mandate of heaven, is now measured by heaven. Remorseful? ”

Cold, indifferent and ruthless, a solemn statue, Ninghui Palace, his cultivation is the way of pure heart and few desires.

"No regrets."

Vocation needs to be measured by heaven.

Otherwise, it is the chosen one.

The rain god is in all directions**, thunder and lightning on all sides, and all living beings need to wait for it. Take the world as the responsibility, and this heavenly test must not be Erer's doing. It is necessary to inherit the ancestor's blow, the three potentials of the monarch's palace thunder, and the officials of the four directions and eight sides will attack it.

After this time, Fang is justified.

But not without exception.

Heavenly Court is now intertwined, and the interests of all parties are balanced, in order to prevent the occurrence of accidents on the way to the heavenly test, Gu must always be merciful to his subordinates.

Exceptions can be made for the sole person.

Since more than 100,000 years ago, he has been like this, and he has never bent the law for personal gain.

The ancestor served as the judicial officer of the Ninghui Palace.

50,000 years ago, the royal palace ruled selflessly, and the ancestor was overly cultivated due to the catastrophe, and there was a retreat from time to time, and the duty of supervision also fell to him.

Since then, the palace of Ninghui has been as clear as an immortal, standing above the two ancestors and two halls for thirty-three days.

He remembered wrongly, such as where did the two ancestors and two halls come from today?

Take out the white jade porcelain bottle with the sleeve and put a soul out.

"You cherish it."

"South wind, kneel down and thank the ancestor."

Every bit of spiritual power he added to her vanished with every step he took.

That's it, the cycle of cause and effect can't be escaped.

He will eventually have to pay back this karma.

The remaining spiritual power has long been unable to support him to maintain the Dharma Phase, and in a short time, he will definitely be able to manifest his original body.

If you can't resist the wind, you will retreat to the next best.

into the water.

In the memory of that year, he was a Jiao, and he had not yet turned into a dragon at that time.

Although the world is not the first to open, the world is full of energy, and there is no need to deliberately find a place to live.

It's not like this spiritual pool.

The aura here is compelling, but he doesn't want to stay.

Yunling Pond is very close to Ninghui Palace.

Whoever is full of spiritual power and profound, the spiritual power fluctuates within thousands of miles, if he wants to, he will not be able to escape.

Ning Hui Hall was cautious.

In the pond for three days, although he can resist the wind, he does not dare to act rashly.

The fairy and the immortal who walked along the pond had excellent upbringing, the steps were not chaotic, and the hands were orderly.

I can't complain that the ancestor sent him to ask for advice or two.

That day's ascending ceremony, naturally, it was over.

The spiritual power is so weak, I can't enter the heavenly measuring platform, I'm afraid it will be scattered cleanly, I don't know if Nanfeng wants to take revenge has her figure in the eyes?

It doesn't hurt if there is, it's just a thing of the past.

She is the only one who is persistently searching, and she is not familiar with the believers who abandoned her that day, and she has already consumed her soul in reincarnation.

"Hey, when did a silver snake come into this spiritual pool?"

"Hurry up, you pick it up and send it to the Nether, don't let the spirit pool of the palace be contaminated with turbidity."

Hearing this, he felt very reasonable, so he copied the things of the net fork and arrested him without knowing the severity of the matter.

I don't know if there is spirituality, the snake actually cooperated into the net pocket, and the fairy attendant carrying the net bag hurriedly put it into a lake in the nether realm.

The immortal servant with the snake retreated, and the palace went out to patrol here, kneeling on the ground with a hula, and everyone sighed.

"I've seen the king's palace."

"Hmm."

The palace bathed in the spirit, never let people protect the Dharma, and did not even leave to serve, and the group of hulala retreated.

A breeze blew, and the figure of the robe was put down for a moment, and he raised his hand to continue.

"That pond water is not something you should think about, you should find a place and concentrate on cultivation is the right way."

The immortal attendant of Ninghui Hall put down the small snake in the net, looking for a side of water and soil.

Wei Cheng didn't think that the immortal servants in his palace were so transparent, but the roofless lake was blowing on his face, and he had time to thank him in the future.

He knew the water.

"Are you here?"

"You're finally ignoring me!"

A young man in a green shirt rushed to the scene, but only saw a small silver and white snake.

"You, is that her?"

Whether she is a fairy or a demon, she can change in any way, and he guards the water of this lake, regardless of the lake

Whatever falls into, he will gallop to.

"It's not."

"She's dead."

He doesn't like to give empty joy.

Seeing the man in the green shirt at a visible speed, the joy was gone.

"Why? Isn't she a fairy? ”

She's not a fairy.

"Aren't immortals immortal?"

The gods will also be extinguished.

"For more than ten years, I have wanted to see her every day, and I know that the gods don't like the filthy breath of ordinary people, so I bathe in incense and meditate on the Tao."

Raising his eyes, he saw a faint clear qi on his body, if he was dedicated to the Tao in this life, a hundred years later, it might be possible to see him in the heavenly court.

"Why。。。。。。"

It can be seen that he has such emotional fluctuations, and it is not yet known whether he will continue to practice.

Sitting in a puddle, looking lonely.

He will not comfort mortals.

I simply sneaked back into the lake, and those net forks had a little bit of a thirty-three day of punishment, and they needed to recuperate.

One man, one snake, one house and one lake.

Peaceful.

The mortal man never showed up, but there would be more fruits and vegetables by the lake.

He was born with an immortal body and did not need to eat grain.

He let the fruits and vegetables come and send them away.

One day, there were no more vegetables and fruits, and only one person remained, hugging the body of the piano, and said to the lake:

"I'm leaving."

And then there was only that pool of green and clear water.

"Sizhen, you follow him, and when the south wind dissipates her breath, you will take her back to her age."

"Yes."

Seeing that he didn't move, he was respectful.

"Don't worry, I'll go back to the East China Sea later."

The extreme of the East China Sea is the place where he was born, the source of life, and the most suitable for raising.

"The subordinates retired."

The East China Sea is not the sea.

Looking into the distance, the mountains are undulating, and the mulberry elm is in the evening, hazy and faint. Occasionally, there are birds flying sideways, spreading their wings.

It's all an illusion.

The illusion of the East China Sea is set up by the ancestors of the Kaishi, mottled and separated, and the truth is unknown. Those who are not strong in their hearts are often lost in it and return in vain. Therefore, since its founding, in the heavens and on the ground, countless demons and immortals have wanted to find out one or two, but no one has succeeded.

Thirty-three days are no exception.

"Your Highness, the Lord has not returned, Your Highness might as well leave first, the Lord is back, I will wait to go to Ninghui Hall to report."

At the end of the East China Sea, the servants guarding the taboo place saw His Royal Highness Ning Hui coming, but the master was not there, and no one could open the forbidden door. His Royal Highness has a noble status, and it is not appropriate to sit and wait here.

"It's okay, you guys get busy first."

Your Highness is here, how can they only care about themselves? For more than 50,000 years, few people have set foot in the extreme of the East China Sea. Now that it is the thirty-three days of Ninghui Palace, it is naturally a great thing for these immortals who are only a thousand years old. How dare they treat them casually, for a while, the atmosphere is frozen.

His Royal Highness Ning Hui couldn't wait patiently, so he gently tugged his sleeves and twisted a mantra slowly, wanting to go in first and wait.

"I want His Highness to wait, it's because Xiaoxian is not strict in discipline."

As soon as he fell into the pole of the East China Sea, he felt the rare immortal aura of the immortal family.

Although he hadn't seen it for 50,000 years, he still remembered the breath.

That's the person he doesn't want to see.

Ning Hui lightly squeezed the twisted hand.

When I looked up, I saw the smoke-rain colored robe, with a slender posture, tugging at the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling.