Jiu Xin grinned at the black robe in front of him, his eyes full of hatred, as if they had met a long time ago.

The black robe was still grinning, as if he would always have this only expression. Cold, cold, without a hint of emotion, always just a grinning smirk. Slowly, the black robe seemed to expude a cloud of black gas, and it disappeared into darkness in an instant.

Jiuxin secretly screamed badly, but it was too late. This black qi overflowed the entire cavern, blocking all the breath, and even its most basic sensitive sense of smell of a snake could not be exerted in this black air.

The air conditioner was overflowing, desolate enough, and since the last Demon Realm Lord went, this place could never regain its former glory and grandeur. The carved railing and jade masonry are no longer gorgeous, and all that remains is lonely and bleak. Except for the ornate and enchanting throne at the highest point in the center of the hall, it is still spotless, as if it has been protected by people for tens of thousands of years.

The black robe threw Yan Xitang on the ground, and Yan Xitang stuck to the ground like this, unable to move. She was thrown right in the center, facing the noble throne above, as if to make her surrender completely.

Yan Xitang is unwilling, she hates this feeling, she doesn't want to surrender to anyone, she doesn't want to be an on-call, obedient and sensible dog by someone else's side. She struggled as hard as she could, stubbornly raising her head to look at the black robe. Staring at the black robe's eyes behind the grinning mask, she couldn't understand what kind of grudge she had against him, or if the master or senior brother had any hatred against him.

The black robe was not in a hurry, and stared at her closely, and they looked at each other like this for two full minutes. Finally, Yan Xitang spoke: "Where is this?" ”

The black robe ignored her, but after hearing her words, his eyes gradually changed, from the initial indifference to the slow overflow of resentment, as if he had been resentful for tens of thousands of years and could no longer hide it. Suddenly, he finally laughed loudly three times in a row, shocking the heavens and the earth. The laughter full of resentment is like a ghost crying wolf, which is particularly terrifying. made people listen to it, and shivered a few times in a row.

In an instant, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the black robe once again returned to its original indifference and terrifying expression. As soon as he raised his hand, it was as if a huge force activated the mechanism on the wall in the distance, and the whole ground trembled in an instant. Yan Xitang felt that the ground under her seemed to be moving, and secretly screamed that it was not good, but she couldn't do anything. As the gap beneath her grew wider, the black robe raised his hand to her, helping to push her down the abyss. Everything came too fast to react at all, and darkness enveloped the body. She only felt the tremendous impact of her body constantly falling, and she seemed to be in a bottomless abyss, never touching the end. When the last light in front of her eyes disappeared, she was completely unconscious.

The whole hall looked even more weird, the black robe stood alone in the center of the hall, his eyes staring at the ground in front of him, without any movement, as if he had turned into a statue. The black robe covered the whole body, and it looked very weird, as if the black impermanence from hell had taken the soul for his life. After a long time, the corners of the mouth inexplicably had an upturned arc.

The abyss underground, with the murmuring of flowing water, the chewing sound of bats, and all kinds of strange and infiltrating sounds, is particularly terrifying. A bloody suit looks unusually in this darkness, adding a kind of beauty and misery.

The woman's delicate eyebrows are picturesque, and the Three Realms can be suffocated by her beauty. Covered in blood, it is even more evil, even the quiet sleeping face at this time is unstoppable. His chest glowed red, and he was particularly bewitching. The woman is like a real flower, blooming alone in hell and pouring out all beings.

Suddenly, a strange flute sound came from far and near, slowly approaching the sleeping Yan Xitang. Blue ghostly fires floated around her, and they seemed to be alive, screaming softly, and it was terrifying to hear. The old hand slowly stroked Yan Xitang's chest, and her eyes full of crow's feet stared at her face, and a trace of melancholy spread. Ghostfire seemed to sense the change in her, leaning closer and stopping screaming, like her personal servant.

Suddenly, her eyes spun rapidly, her hair instantly became longer and spread around, and the black weird hair began to wrap around Yan Xitang, wrapping her whole body like silk. Until the red light on his chest disappeared into the black hair.

The black hair seemed to have magical power, and it easily lifted Yan Xitang up. Gradually, the black silk turned to white silk, and the originally dark black hair began to be smudged with white until the black disappeared.

Slowly putting her back on the ground, thousands of silver threads loosened her until she was completely revealed and restored to her original state. The original bright red on the body has changed back to its original cleanness, and the red light on the original chest has disappeared, and everything is intact. A hand gradually stroked Yan Xitang's delicate and fair face, the hand that was originally extremely old looked even thinner, and the hand that originally had some flesh turned into a dead man's hand at that moment, leaving only bones.

"It's all bad fate, and God can't help you." The old man's intermittent voice said that this life was bleak. She had long forgotten about the world, and spent all her days with these ghosts, so long that even she didn't know who she was. She has experienced all the vicissitudes of the world, she has been sad, and her heart has been broken. In the world, she is a ghost mother, and the Gu number of all things has been practiced and used perfectly in her hands, but she doesn't know the sadness and heartbreak she experienced at the beginning. People say that in the world, not being stained by red dust is the biggest failure in life, but she was just hurt by this red dust and bruised all over her body, and she will never recover.

The ghost mother gently stroked Yan Xitang's face, her eyes full of love and pity. No matter how many words there are, it can't tell you how many lifetimes of sorrow, how many lifetimes of sorrow, love and hatred. In an instant, it turned into smoke.

With a slight frown, Yan Xitang, who was originally quiet, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the empty abyss, his eyes were blurred, and for a while, he really couldn't tell whether this was hell or the world. If she said that she wouldn't die if she fell from such a high place, she was the first to believe it. He pinched the white flesh on his leg hard, and a painful sound came from between his teeth. After careful confirmation, I realized that she was really not dead, not only was she not dead, but she also had nothing to do.

Looking overhead, "I'm really fatal." Laughed miserably.