As a street forgotten by the city, Wandering Soul Street looks clean and tidy because it is inaccessible on weekdays, and most of the garbage on the road is fallen leaves and floating ash.

But now, the ground of the whole street is like a big earthquake, and a large hole has been cracked in the middle, and there are fragments of cement everywhere, and in addition to chaos, there is also some hideousness.

Qing Soul sat at the door of the store, quietly looking at this picture, if he didn't see the sluggishness in his eyes, his posture was like standing by the river and admiring the willows.

In recent days, the street has undergone numerous ruins and reshapings. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, under the devastation of prison painting and Xue Yan again and again, the green soul is so familiar with the underground pipes and pavement structure of this street that he can no longer be familiar with it, and it is only a matter of minutes to restore it. Even if this destruction surpassed every previous one, it didn't add much difficulty to the green soul.

But Qing Soul had no time to take care of the three packs in front of the door at this time. As a cleaner, handyman, cook, purchaser, housekeeper and secretary of the shop, judging priorities is the most basic quality.

At this moment, it is a "heavy" and "urgent" moment.

But apparently, his boss was not aware of the problem. After the prison painting and Xue Yan experienced the spiritual wind out of control, the strength of the two had a high degree of fusion just now. Two extremely complex forces burst out of the two of them's bodies, and after merging with them, they returned to their bodies again, and they had already become a different image. This kind of change in power, which can be called a great blood exchange, is particularly inexplicable in the eyes of the two.

But the green soul has been messing around with the otaku girl and the god of war for so long, not to mention how big his ability is, but he has seen a lot of the world. What becomes a demon and kills gods, they are all lofty scenes, and this small scene is not supposed to scare him.

What scared him was the person who designed the scene.

"Green Soul?" The prison painting sensed that something was wrong and reminded him. The green soul continued to be distracted as if he hadn't heard.

Prison Painting and Xue Yan glanced at each other, although they didn't know why, they were very suspicious in their hearts.

"Why bother, why bother...... "After a long time, the green soul whispered to himself. Prison Painting and Xue Yan's ear power was extraordinary, so he naturally heard it clearly, and was wondering the reason, only to see that Qing Soul's expression changed from sluggish to suddenly became pathetic.

With the open mouth of the cement floor, it looks a little tragic.

Prison Painting was taken aback by this cognition, and suddenly "suddenly" beat a drum in his heart. What is the rhythm of this?

The green soul must have known something, but said nothing.

Prison Painting suddenly remembered that he had heard that the Bodhi Ancestor had sent a dream back to Dan and set up an enchantment, and the God of War seemed to have such an expression on his face at that time. Although it was fleeting, she could see it clearly, and it was clearly a complicated sadness.

At this time, it seems that the otaku's attack on the heavenly realm should be over. I don't know if the Bodhi Ancestor's enchantment has been laid out.

And the god of war, after just taking out the sea cave to gather spirits for them, has also disappeared, I don't know where he has gone now. Although I don't want to admit it, I have been a little nervous in my heart after the god of war disappeared.

"Do you have any strange feelings?" Xue Yan suddenly leaned over and asked.

Accustomed to his sudden approach, he didn't care, but frowned.

The reason for the frown is not that there is really any strange feeling. But......

She didn't feel anything!

This shouldn't be!

Prison Painting stretched out his right hand, controlling the spiritual wind to flow out of his fingers, and a touch of pale blue quietly appeared.

There is actually a color. Moreover, there is an indescribable feeling that something is missing.

Xue Yan also stretched out his hand and made the same move as the prison painting.

Between his fingers, what flowed out was pale red!

"Hand in hand." Qing Soul didn't look back, but suddenly came out with such a sentence, and the two of them were stunned, and then their cheeks were slightly red.

When they were still talking about serious things in broad daylight, they suddenly asked them to hold hands,

How inappropriate.

"I said, hold hands." Qing Soul repeated, turning his head to look at the two of them, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

This indifferent look made the two of them wake up from their imagination just now, and immediately understood what the green soul meant.

Probably let them hold hands and see what sparks the two forces can collide with.

The two who blushed because of their misunderstanding looked at each other a little embarrassed and smiled. Xue Yan took the initiative to open his hand and held the palm of the prison painting.

Originally, it was just a gentle grip between lovers like water, but at the moment of contact, blue and red were intertwined, bursting out with huge energy like an electric shock, rushing straight into the sky, like a sudden tornado, to poke a hole in the sky!

This power was so great that the face of the prison painting and Xue Yan in the core part changed suddenly. I wanted to let go of my hand and withdraw, but the power in my body was as uncontrollable as before, and it was no longer controlled by the two of us, and I couldn't let it go, so I could only let it go straight to the sky.

Where is the spark coming out of this? It's like a volcano!

Distracted by the unlawn painting, volcanoes...... No, it's a volcano-like tornado that has broken through the sky and reached the sky.

For a moment, the clear blue sky was like an oil painting piercing through it, revealing a dark dome. Looking up from the ground, I couldn't help but be surprised by the color of the dome, and at the same time I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart.

originally thought that the heavenly realm was like what was filmed on TV, with a fairy aura. But if you really tear it open, it's even darker than the underworld.

It's chilling.

"The Heavenly Realm is a place that is less popular than the Underworld." Xue Yan's voice came through the tornado, but it was not affected much. I could hear it clearly, but I didn't understand it.

"Isn't it supposed to be fairy-like if it's not popular?"

Despite being in the tornado, Xue Yan still couldn't hold back his laughter, and the laughter reached the ears of the prison painting in the noise, and it was full of ridicule no matter how it sounded.

"Laughing at what?" Even though the sound that could be heard was not loud, he still felt like he was yelling.

"What is immortal energy?"

Xue Yan's question made the prison painting stunned. What is Immortal Qi? Of course, it should be a good thing!

But at this time, the disdainful and even somewhat hateful look on Xue Yan's face clearly told her that the truth was not as simple as she imagined.

"Although the grades are different, whether it is an earth immortal or a heavenly immortal, they are all cultivated on the basis of their own **. Because of the low grade of the earth immortals, most of them have not yet cultivated the immortal body, and they are constantly strengthened and strengthened in the physical body. In addition to relying on our own cultivation, our spiritual power also has its own karmic retribution because of our activities in the underworld or the human world. These karmic retributions are the lubricants that promote the operation of the prefecture. ”

The prison painting nodded. In terms of physical body cultivation, she herself is a typical example, so it is easy to understand. And this point of karma was also mentioned in the book that Xue Yan gave her in the past. Although she didn't understand it halfway.

"And those heavenly immortals, the bloodline has been reshaped, giving up the physical body, and cultivating an immortal body with the soul alone. This existence may seem to be above ordinary life, but in fact, it is not flesh and blood. They have departed from the normal trajectory of life, and cannot survive by obtaining food like ordinary people, but can only maintain everything by absorbing the luck of the world. And these luck should belong to the world. ”

Shocked, the prison painting raised his head in surprise and looked at the opening of the black hole again. Absorbing the luck that should belong to the world, this kind of behavior is no different from a thief. However, they still look at the world from above, and once tried to meddle in the management of human affairs, and even slaughtered living beings, treating human life as if it were a mustard. These so-called immortals are so cheeky?

"So the so-called immortal qi is just the exhaust qi discharged by these heavenly immortals after absorbing the luck of the world. Blindly only entering and not leaving, this changed immortal qi has long been soaked into fertilizer, buried at the foot of the heavenly realm, and it is pitch black, so there is nothing to be surprised about. ”

Although the tone is still cold

, but Xue Yan's eyes looking at the sky were obviously a little disdainful.

Suddenly, an absurd conjecture arose in his mind. Perhaps, for so many years, Xue Yan has not left the underworld, on the one hand, he is controlled by the system, and on the other hand, he may also have a deep resistance to the heavenly realm.

Is that what makes him so shameful about those high-ranking beings?

And her mother, who has never met since awakening, also has the same attitude as Xue Yan?

Although I already have some understanding of the behavior of the otaku, once this shameless emotion is touched with Xue Yan, the prison painting has a kind of empathetic emotion, and by the way, it seems that I can understand a little bit of the otaku's behavior.

The so-called love house and Wu probably extend to this meaning.

At this level, it is slightly out of place to talk about what girls are extroverting, elbows are turned out, and marrying chickens with chickens. After all, mothers are not really mothers. The husband is not really a husband.

A distraction, I don't know if it was because of too much power or for some other reason, the tornado turned out to be distorted. Xue Yan and the prison painting were originally difficult to control this force, and with such a twist, the scene was even more out of control.

He only felt that the soul in his body was about to be pulled out with the power, and he was twisting wildly. She held Xue Yan's hand, which was originally protected by Xue Yan's other arm, at this time Xue Yan was too busy to take care of herself, and the two of them were lifted up by this power, but the two hands were still firmly fixed in place. The sheer force caused the two of them to spin quickly. Like the minute and second hands of a clock, they rotate desperately around the center of the circle.

And the towering tornado also grew more rapidly with their rapid rotation, and it had a momentum of destroying the world. Prison painting felt that this time, I was afraid that it would be difficult to escape.

At this moment, a familiar force suddenly plunged into the tornado.

"Green Soul? What are you doing?! Prison Painting thought he was probably shouting out. She said "probably" because she didn't hear her own voice at all.

The wind was just too strong. She spun so fast that she couldn't open her mouth at all.

But compared to the strength of this tornado, the power of the green soul was simply vulnerable. But he still desperately wanted to use his mantis arm as a car, and soon showed defeat.

In the afterglow, the prison painting seemed to see the green soul crumbling, and the body became more and more transparent.

He's consuming his soul!

Prison Painting knows very well that for this violent tornado, the resistance of the green soul is like a stone sinking into the sea. She really didn't understand why the green soul would do such a thing of hitting an egg with a stone. After all, she and Xue Yan were now just playing in circles with the magic of love in the center of the vortex, and they were not injured except for being a little dizzy.

This idiot!

Just as she was secretly slandering, she felt another force rush into the tornado from top to bottom. Unlike the Green Soul, this power is much stronger, although it is still a little weak compared to the tornado, but if there are three or four more, it is estimated that it can be suppressed.

Her and Xue Yan's rotation speed had weakened a lot as a result. Xue Yan immediately seized the opportunity to hold the body of the prison painting in his arms. After turning around for a long time, he was already dizzy, and his speed slowed down all of a sudden, even though he was not a mortal physique, he was already dizzy and at a loss. Fortunately, with Xue Yan in his arms, the discomfort was reduced a lot. She raised her head and smiled at Xue Yan, but her face was pale.

The two were still spinning, only this time, the hour and minute hands merged.

"Are you feeling better?" Xue Yan asked.

His eyes were gentle, but his voice sounded a little unusually excited.

He didn't care if he was stimulated, and nodded, "It's better." ”

Without saying anything more, Xue Yan hugged the prison painting tightly to his chest with one hand. The hands of the two were still holding each other and could not be released, and the prison painting had never felt that he was so close to Xue Yan. Pressed against his chest, she seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat.

Heartbeat?

Why does he have a heartbeat?!