All the immortals shouted on the pond, the immortal officials dusted off the dust and bit their ears, with a lively posture, and the little immortals who knelt on the ground were all nervous and trembling, afraid that the masters would let themselves turn their heads and die as soon as they were angry.

I only heard the sound of the copper bamboo Qiang flute, and under the canopy of a dragon embroidered python tassel, the fairy envoy in Tsing Yi chased the red-clothed young man with a goose yellow shirt and rushed to the front of the hall.

"Your Highness, don't worry! Run slowly, but don't fall into the fight. ”

Zhuohua slammed the door of Penglai Hall with a sonorous fist, and shouted angrily: "If the two of us cause trouble, I will share it with her, why does the mother want to pump her fairy bones into the fairy dust?" ”

On the dragon pillar behind him, a large area of bright red blood was the same as painting in the goose yellow feather dress, dyed with bloody wind and blood. The immortal net was like a bloodthirsty demon animal looking for blood and qi to grab into the fleshy forest, and with bloodstained scars, it firmly bound the thin and weak Shu Qing. This dragon capture pillar is the place guarded by the ancient three dragons, and the cold is abnormal, and because of the sacrifice of the flesh and blood of the immortals, it has induced the yin and evil qi that damages people's cultivation and grinds the bones and marrow. Li Lie's hair frowned, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pain in her whole body spread with the consciousness that gradually awakened, and the pain in her muscles and bones was unbearable.

"Daddy, Daddy......"

Bi Ma Wen pulled out the rattan whip, clenched his fists, and swept the heavenly soldiers and generals in front of him with a vicious gaze, and finally fell on the daughter who had lost all the fairy bones with a heart-piercing feeling. He vows to save her, no matter what the cost. A tear pierced the sky, as fast as riding the wind and breaking through the bamboo, and the vine that could not be found was whipped away heavily when looking for the mouth of the wind and waves, and the heavenly soldiers and generals opened their skins and flesh one after another, and the wails resounded through the sky. Looking at the posture, the immortal official was helpless, and the heavenly soldiers and generals did not dare to move forward with the frost.

"Arrest Wen Immortal for this palace, don't let him save the Sin Immortal, if he touches one of her fingers, I will let you follow this immortal pool!"

The cold voice from the high hall behind the gate of the palace broke the silence, and there was an inviolable majesty in the coldness, which frightened the heavenly soldiers and had to go up.

Kneeling in front of the Penglai Palace, like an ant on a hot pot, he was anxious, fighting Penglai with his bare hands, and the blood-red five fingers ignited the fire of the underworld, pushing around the palm, angrily devouring the temple door, how did he know that at the moment of the touch, a terrifying aura broke through the palm and froze it and could not move. Originally the master of the wheel of time, controlling time and space, how could the ignorant young man who first resisted the fire of the Netherworld be the opponent of the Supreme Penglai Immortal King of the Three Realms. In the end, only the dazzling blood stains mottled the temple door, and there was an empty body left on the way, falling to the ground and crying weakly: "Let them go." ”

The iron soldier, the flowing water general, after a few rounds, Bi Ma Wen has already been dizzy, he stared at his head and panted, and the voice of the young girl who was in his heart sounded in his ears: "Daddy, go away." His hands were stained with blood, and he also looked angrily at the front of him holding the divine whip, only to see that he was biting through the tiger's mouth, and between the blood, his spirit was abrupt. With a touch of vines, he melted the blood into the whip and summoned the machine spirit. The divine whip seemed to be awakened from sleep, and with consciousness, the soul drove the ground like a spirit snake to bypass the heavenly soldiers and generals who killed the front, and with a snap, the bundle of immortal nets was broken, and Shu Qing fell to the ground like a hanging marionette.

"Daddy, let's go...... Leave me alone. Shu Qing let out a faint breath.

Above the majestic palace gate, at this time, Yi Zhi's decree came: "This farce is enough, quickly cast that sin immortal into the immortal pool." ”

The heavenly soldiers and generals who came with iron swords and guns grabbed Shu Qing and approached the immortal pools, the clouds and smoke under the immortal pools were unfathomable, and the cold air of the fearful people jumped up, and they condensed into a cool place among the green daisies, this is the place where the immortals and immortals are afraid, and the immortal officials and immortals are silent about the secluded realm, and countless ghosts and ghosts are groaning and mourning.

"Daddy, Zhuohua. Shu Qing's life is thin and trouble-loving, don't break my cultivation for me, struggle in vain, and I will bear the consequences of my brewing alone. "Goodbye, the beauty is no more, only the warm aroma of grass mixed with a little blood, and there is still the pain of bones and souls.

"Shu Qing, Daddy won't let you be alone."

"Shu Qing Wen Xian don't want it!"

As soon as the farce of slaughtering immortals was over, the Three Realms were peaceful and peaceful, and no one knew that under this calm, only His Royal Highness Zhuohua, the son of the dragon clan, still remembered the scarred girl under the shadow of the sword and sword, and kept chasing the horse herding immortal with the royal blue Luo skirt bell in his dreams.

"Where is this?" As soon as he opened his eyes leisurely, the pain on his body was completely gone, he took off his goose yellow feather dress and regained his royal blue Luo skirt, and the familiar voice of Ma Ling sounded in his ears, and everything was like just beginning.

An old man appeared in front of him, dressed in a hat and hat, a cypress boat, and a long water.

"Is this a wonderland? Elderly. Shu Qing hurriedly called the old man who was looking for ripples in the water.

The old man stopped for a moment and muttered, "Another lucky fellow has arrived." He moved his hat and covered his face, and no one could see his expression in the dark, just a cold response: "This is the Meng River, leading to mortal dust, cross the river with me, and I will cross you through the calamity." ”

The dark river is dead and silent, and the whole Meng River is rendered with a mysterious ink color. The boat rowed across the river and drove slowly, Shu Qing was about to take a step and collapse into the boat, only to see a skeletal hand stretched out and grabbed her bare hand in the deep and unrhymed river, which frightened Shu Qing and suddenly lost seven of her spirits, and Fan Dai lost her face and shouted angrily, "Let go." She kicked the jade foot indiscriminately and couldn't shake off the strange hand, and the old man on the side just looked at it coldly, urging: "You mortal can't come up yet." ”

In the panic, a flash of light appeared on his waist, and the ghost disappeared. Only then did Shu Qing realize that a handful of flowers suddenly appeared on his waist.

"Flowers...... I see. The old man, who was expressionless just now, stared at the flower with a smile at this time, and his eyes were separated from this unspeakable feeling, and the atmosphere was strange.

Shu Qing ...... Shu Qing ......" came a faint cry from among the flowers.

Shu Qing pinned the flowers from his waist, twisted the flower stems in confusion, and leaned over with apricot eyes, only to see an old man with a silkworm body sitting on the petals bowing his back and waving his wrinkled hands. It's Daddy!

Shu Qing's eyelids were so frightened that her eyelids only jumped, her shuangdai was entangled, she looked panicked, her slender jade hand gently held up the flower, her eyes were moistened with a layer of mist, and she couldn't suppress her slightly trembling hands when she pursed her lips.

"Daddy, how did you end up like this?"

"Alas, how can you little doll get the evil spirit of Meng He's skinning and devouring. In order to keep your soul alive, I exhausted my cultivation and turned into this flower spirit. Bi Ma Wen sighed, and before he could finish speaking, a huge teardrop fell head-on, soaking all over his body.

"Daddy...... It's the kid I'm sorry for you. Shu Qing's chin was sobbing, and her crimson cheeks were covered by sour tears, leaving only the pain of her heart, the father who held herself in her arms and whispered softly into her sleep; The father who chased after him with a divine whip scolded and laughed and chased after him; The father who always picked himself up and exhaled to comfort him when he fell off the horse and was injured, the father who was leisurely for a while has now become such a small and insignificant flower spirit, and his eyes have gradually blurred, only to feel that the sky has fallen.

"Silly child, don't hurt for Daddy, Daddy originally wanted to protect you for the rest of your life, but now I understand that although the child is weak and strong, he can only protect you ......for a while," Bi Ma Wen frowned, sighed, and thoughtfully touched the armrest to his lips. He shook off the water droplets on his body, reached out to hold a large petal, committed himself to hide under it, beckoned to Shu Qing, and softly called her, "Come closer, Daddy has something to tell you." ”

Shu Qing stopped sobbing, and a touch of red makeup and rain dew brushed it sideways.

Bi Ma Wen said: "You were not born to me, but a treasure jade that fell from the world, the instrument spirit of the soul flute." Everyone in the world says that you are the devil, just because you are afraid of the divine power in your body. You are the person who wandered away in the chess victory and steep fate board between creation, you are innocent, your biological father King Beixun broke the immortal bone just to protect you, and I was entrusted by him to fold the cultivation for thousands of years and I can't let you live in peace. Penglai can no longer stay, your mission is to find the first artifact of antiquity, the Soul Flute, only your instrument spirit can summon the Soul Flute's soul devouring technique, take you back to where you should be, and the next road should be your own! ”

Shu Qing looked at the little old man who had raised him for 20 years, how could he not be his father with such a kind face and kind eyebrows. She couldn't accept it, and she couldn't believe it, her two pairs of eyes looked forward unpredictably, and she waved her jade fist, and struck her head like crazy, sobbing and sobbing. "Daddy...... I don't want to eat souls and I don't want to go back somewhere, I just want to be with you forever, I just want to be the way I was. ”

"Shu'er, don't be afraid...... Shu'er is not afraid......" Bi Ma Wen hurriedly comforted softly, "Daddy will accompany you on a journey to find the Soul Flute, as long as you find the Soul Flute, Daddy will be able to recover his body." ”

It was still hazy and drizzling just now, and now the apricot dew is blowing in the wind. Hearing such words, Shu Qing seemed to grasp a life-saving straw and regained his senses. With tears and starlight, he said with a smile: "Is it true, Daddy?" As long as I have the Soul Flute, I can take my father back to where we came from? ”。

"Yes." Bi Ma Wen glanced at it, and watched in a daze as the microwaves sparked between the windless and rainless Meng River, gradually retreating into the endless dark depths, drowning in silence. While her daughter is smiling and smiling, there is indeed an endless future......