The upper one is the sky, like a dome, like an umbrella cover, empty and vast, unknown and endless, divided into nine layers; The Chinese are the stars, shining on the surface, shining brightly, and the sun and the moon are always together, and they are also divided into many kinds. Kong Qionglou learned from the poet immortal that the moment the ascendant walked out of the coffin, the sky would light up a star for him, which was the star of life.

It is said that there are nine heavens and nine stars in the world of death, each representing a great realm!

But even the Holy Gu Supreme did not have the ability to ascend the Destiny Star to the highest heaven.

On the other side of the clouds, the heavy heaven next to the earth presents the true color of weeping blood, and the sky is dark red, so it is called "Jiangxiao". The stars located in the falling sky are "Jiang Xing" or "Jiang Palace", the size of the stars varies from person to person, Kong Qionglou's life star is somewhere there, the heaven and the earth are separated, and he has a sense of heart.

The natal star is unique, dominated by the mystical and supreme rules of the Nine Heavens, and is closely related to the qi number of the ascendant. After reaching a certain level, you can even communicate with the stars to bring your divine consciousness to the heavens and play Xuanhuang with the stars, so as to kill the Quartet!

When a man dies, the star is destroyed;

When the stars go out, so do people.

"It won't be long before the bond between you and your planet will grow stronger, and you will be able to see your star at that time. But whether or not you can survive in the dead world depends on creation. ”

Kong Qionglou was noncommittal, looking at the thrilling white bone land, and the question in his heart burst out: "Forgive the courage of the juniors, can the immortals tell us what kind of power is the mountain of corpses covering the earth made of? What kind of existence does the huge weapon embedded in the realm coffin belong to, why do you try to destroy the realm coffin? Once it is done, won't the path of ascension to the lower realm where the junior is completely cut off?"

Shixian frowned: "Where are there so many questions?"

Kong Qionglou smiled and bowed: "Shixian changed my position, and I am afraid of asking more." ”

Being able to meet such a big man is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Since Shixian didn't show malicious intent, he naturally broke the casserole and asked everything he should ask, the more he knew, the better. Shixian didn't answer, and looked at Kong Qionglou up and down again, and saw that he had a bit of cynical smile on his face, and he seemed a little unhappy.

"What are you laughing at?"

Kong Qionglou observed his words, but he was actually quite afraid of him, after all, his strength was there. He immediately restrained his smile and pretended to be serious: "Shixian is not allowed, then don't laugh." ”

Shixian said angrily: "Who doesn't allow you to laugh, I'm so stingy?!"

Kong Qionglou was dumbfounded, his smile rekindled, and he was flattering: "Ahem...... Juniors don't mean that. ”

Shixian became more and more unhappy, and shouted: "Hey, you still dare to laugh, what's so funny!!

The beautiful hair under his chin stood up directly, and the purple qi was majestic, spurting out of his mouth, and the few words he said gathered into a big entity, and went away with the wind. In the rumbling, the white bone earth trembled violently, and many bottomless cracks were drunk out of one throat, spreading outward like cobwebs...... The immortals exhaled into words, and the earth worshipped.

What's wrong with laughter?!

Kong Qionglou is born to laugh, this is his innate character, which royal law did he commit?

It's over, this sour literati is really crazy, like he wants to get nervous!

Many years ago, the poet immortal was not an immortal, but just a bright young man, writing lame limerick poems, and never forgetting the distance.

Like the young man in front of him, in order to pursue the road of eternal life, he resolutely left the world of poetry and wine and proved that he had broken through the sky, but this was not the fairy world he longed for. Even though many years later, time has passed, the young man has become famous in the dead world, leaving countless popular poems, walking through the barren bones paved, becoming the supreme, and achieving immortal status, I have long been unable to remember the appearance of my youth and the red face of my hometown, but the loss when I just ascended...... But it haunts my heart and lasts for a long time!

He just couldn't understand, when he came to this disappointing world, why did Kong Qionglou still laugh?

Kong Qionglou was apprehensive, secretly greeted the ancestor of the poet immortal, and said with a sad face: "Then, then why don't I cry for you......?

"Hahaha...... You erector, wreck, bastard, horseman, little bastard!" Shixian laughed wildly, and changed his face faster than turning a book. He patted the pile of bones beside him and motioned for him to sit down, "Come on, come on, and reward you with your begging tongue." ”

It was wrong to scold, but Kong Qionglou still decided to endure it.

took the pottery wine jar handed over by Shixian, and before it was sent to his mouth, he was choked by a mellow aroma.

The gift given by the immortals must be better than all the good wine in the world, and the wine is indeed a good wine, but it is too strong. But for people who are addicted to alcohol, even if it is mixed with poison and will die if you drink it, you still have to taste it. Kong Qionglou also belongs to this Taoist, and when he first smelled the aroma of wine, he had already swallowed his saliva. But he held the wine jar and raised his head to control it, only to find that the altar had bottomed out, so he was still drinking a fart?!

Turning his head in shock, he said, "This, this, this...... Empty?"

Too much deception!!

I can't bear the insults that are not salty or light, but I can't bear this kind of unconscionable thing. was about to scold, but at this moment, a drop of wine stain fell on the edge of the altar, which was as moist as one, exquisite and green, and happened to fall into Kong Qionglou's mouth. The pure and majestic energy rolled into his throat, igniting his internal organs all the way, and suddenly he felt like his whole person was about to burn.

"Good Wine ......"

Kong Qionglou's skin began to turn red, and he was drunk, and before he could finish the word "wine", he fainted!

Shixian glanced at him calmly and said, "Straw bale." ”

I don't know how long it has been, Kong Qionglou woke up like a corpse, and Shixian was still sitting beside him, looking at the majestic coffin.

"I—How long have I been drunk?"

"Not a few days. ”

Kong Qionglou was speechless: "How many days?!"

He held his forehead, his face was full of decay, and the intense headache seemed to tear his head apart, but his stamina remained. The wine that the immortals drank was really too domineering. If there is still a lot of wine left, you only need to raise your head and take a small sip, I am afraid that you will become a member of the white bones at this time.

"Poof!"

In front of him, a dark red light burst out from his fingertips, piercing a series of skeletons in front of him through many finger holes. When I raised my head, I clearly noticed that there was a little misty light somewhere in the sky, echoing me from afar. Although it is blocked by thick clouds, it can still be clearly captured, which is very magical.

As the poet said, the dark red light released is the power of weeping blood burial; Misty and bright, it should be his destiny star.

"Thank you for the wine!"

The dark green elixir is absolutely extraordinary, and it fills him with power. He even suspected that even the jar itself was a rare treasure. The wine jar is poorly made, the pottery body is mottled, and the hand is heavy, only two ancient seal characters are engraved at the bottom. When held in the palm of the hand, you can faintly experience an indescribable potential energy, simple and magnificent, and the atmosphere is dignified.

Liquor?!

Shixian said: "This is a divine wine, which I found from an ancient forbidden place. The only thing that didn't disappoint me in the Dead World was probably the treasure brewed by the ancient god of wine. There is only one altar in the world, and I have been reluctant to drink it. You kid is blessed, Great Qin Zulong once raised millions of divine soldiers to recruit, just to taste the taste of divine wine, but failed to do so. Even this pottery wine jar is an ancient artifact, coveted by all saints!"

Kong Qionglou was so shocked that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, he didn't expect that there was such a big hall inside. When he returned the wine jar, Shixian shook his head.

"Keep it, it will help you practice. ”

"Give it to me?!"

Shixian said: "What, don't you want it?"

"I want to, but I don't dare!"

Although Kong Qionglou still doesn't know what level the "ancient artifact" belongs to, it can be coveted by all the saints, and it is shocking to think about it. What was even more puzzling to him was that Shi Xian's eyes were fixed on the coffin most of the time, and he rarely looked away.

Before the encounter, he had probably been sitting here for a long time, what did he want to do?

Return to the Nether?!

But this speculation was immediately denied, the poet immortal came from the world of poetry and wine, even if he wanted to re-enter the mortal world, he should also stare at the coffin that connected the world of poetry and wine. After a preliminary understanding, the Realm Coffin should be far more than just this one in front of you, but there are many, which together form a vast Ascension Cemetery, accepting all the ascended people in the Nether Realm.

"Sensage...... Don't you want to learn those weapons embedded in the coffin and attack the realm coffin?!"

Shixian didn't answer, and was stunned: "I'm going to die, and no matter how good the treasure is, it's useless to the dead." He didn't allow Kong Qionglou to react, and suddenly said inexplicably, "Straw bag, give a poem to listen to." ”

"Huh?!"

"Make a poem for the immortal to listen to, come and not be rude, the right should be as a reward for giving you treasures!"

Kong Qionglou's eyes were straight, but in front of him was an immortal who proved the Tao with poetry, so let him chant poetry and lyrics in front of this kind of person, it was better to find a piece of tofu and kill him. However, Shixian's face was gloomy and frightening, and he seemed to eat him in one bite if he didn't agree, and he had to take it again. I held back for a long time, thinking of the past events of Hongchen, the hardships of enlightenment, combined with this scene, I had to speak hard.

"Lying alone in the mountains to play Jiazi, I don't know how to go from cold to summer. Last night's snow covered the sheep's intestines, and today I woke up with fresh peach blossoms. Break the branch and sell wine, and get drunk for two or three dollars. ”

"The market stepped on the threshold of the house, crooked the neck of the old tree and two cicadas. Carefree and carefree, there are people outside the world. The sage slaughters the dog, who can see the face of the sky?"

"The sea of bones is full of poems, a jar of divine wine and a sword. The husband sacrificed his life to accompany the king to drink and help the king cut the green silk strings. In the pile of bones, there is nowhere to find the mortal world!"

"Ask Hongchen, who dares to cross the thousand autumns?

"Ask the immortals, who is ridiculous for eternity? There is a sword in ten steps. ”

The poet fairy kept frowning and listening, and after a moment of deep groaning, he commented: "Hmph, the poems are not classy, the rhythm is uneven, and the bullshit is not clear! How vicious are you to abuse my ears like this? Come on, come on, the sword will be given to you, wouldn't it be more convenient to poke me directly into the deaf? I have a poem in front of me, the immortal caresses the top, and the hair is immortal. But you will help me cut some green silk and prevent me from tying my hair with the immortals. How can he dare to speak out like this?!"

Kong Qionglou smiled dumbly, and praised them all, and he was not good at writing poems: "I said I wouldn't do it, but the immortals wanted me to be ugly, who is to blame?"

So he comforted himself, but Shixian didn't hear it, indicating that he still had a future. Although he thought so, he still scolded the other party comfortably. It's maddening to lose people, if it weren't for the fact that it couldn't be defeated......

"The sages slaughter the dogs without sounding, and those who laugh alone have a sword in ten steps...... I can barely hear a little bit of reality, showing my true temperament. Xu is a few sycophants mixed in it played a role, and Shixian can give such an evaluation, which is enough for anyone to brag about for a lifetime: "Hou Sheng, today you hit the luck and give you a Taixuan Sutra!"

In other words, the same situation happened just now.

The handwriting of the three buckets, meaning to walk the dragon and snake, the purple qi is drawn, and it floats out of the mouth of the poet fairy again, and it does not enter the eyebrows of Kong Qionglou in the blink of an eye!