Episode 5: The Road of the Emperor

Chapter 470 Jin Yan This is an invincible humanoid weapon, although the demon clan is bold, but it is not generous enough to give away a holy shell casually.

Moreover, and today's undercurrent is turbulent, and darkness may be ushered in at any time**, the demon clan needs this holy shell very much, and if he is used to urge the demon emperor's soldiers, the power will definitely increase exponentially. ”

Do you want Ruyu to come back, if necessary, I can call her back from the Western Desert immediately. ,, the Red Dragon Daoist spoke. ”

Not anymore, not for a long time. ,, Leng Prison Palace sighed, told him all about this trip, and said: "I hope that there will never be a need for the birth of the Qing Emperor, and that day will never come." ，。

After saying this, the Cold Prison Palace stood up under the glittering eyes of the Red Dragon Old Dao, walked out of the main hall, and walked outside.

He was going to see an old man, and the last time he had been worried, mainly to borrow the Holy Shell, he had not stayed for a moment at all, but now everything had calmed down. ”

Who are you going to meet?...... Li Tian asked with a smile. ”

A goblin. ...... The pink unicorn pouted, it hadn't forgotten the goblin named Qin Yao, when the palace collapsed, and it was buried alive because of it.

The cold wind blew, and the cold prison palace felt cold, and when he climbed the mountain, the pine waves were bursting, and the pavilion was not there, and there was no anger at all.

In the depths of the pine forest, there is only a lonely tomb, the soil bag is not large, and there is a stone tablet with the name Qin Yao clearly engraved.

The cold prison palace felt cold from the head to the feet, and came here again, so the old man had died of incense, and heaven and man were separated forever. ”

How so?......

He lost his mind, and then he was extremely sad, and after more than ten years of travel, he only saw her grave after returning, and he stayed in front of the grave. ”

Why, there is a trace of guilt, or a trace of sadness? I could have seen her a few more times in the past, but you never came back, and finally crossed the star field alone. A girl in a golden feather coat appeared and said coldly.

The cold prison palace knows her, her name is Jin Yan, she is a fairy girl in this small world, she was very disgusting at the time, but now when she hears her words, she can't have a trace of anger, and some are just silent.

The pine waves are bursting, this place is very desolate, lonely, there is only such a lonely grave, which makes people sad.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and three demon men appeared, namely Bai Feng, Jin Yu, and Ku Zhu, who were Qin Yao's suitors back then. ”

How did she leave, and when did she die?" asked the Cold Prison Palace after a long silence. ”

Less than 200 days after death. ...... Bai Feng replied. ”

What?" The cold prison palace froze for a moment, which was similar to the time of his return. ”

She was glad to learn of your return, but soon fell silent again, and began to do her penance. ,, Kuzhu said in a hoarse voice. ”

Why, what the hell is going on?" the cold prison palace looked at him. ”

Because you and we are like people from two worlds, and her cultivation is too high, she desperately wants to catch up, but something goes wrong. ...... Kuzhu said in a low voice. ”

It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Jin Yan wiped her tears, put a few white flowers in front of the lonely grave, and said, "For you, she may just be a passer-by in life, nothing, but for her, it is very different. ......

The wind is strong, the pine waves are whining, as if they are crying, the lonely grave is sentimental, and the cold prison palace stands there in a daze. ”

If you had never appeared, she would have lived well, and she might have married one of them. ，。

The calm words came in the wind, like a knife slashing into the heart of the cold prison palace, making him even more silent, unable to say anything, only feeling a sourness. ”

No need to be sad, no need to be disappointed, because there is no need. After many years, maybe you will remember her, and even occasionally a little bitter, but what is it? She is just a fairly profound landscape in your life, but the landscape is a landscape after all, and it will never be the most important imprint in your heart. ......

In the past, Jin Yan was very annoying, but now she said words that made the Cold Prison Palace unable to argue and could not refute it, seeing blood in every sentence, uncovering the wound, and drenching in blood.

Twelve years have passed, and looking back, things are not people, the pine forest is secluded, only a lonely grave is left, and I can never see that woman again, and heaven and man are separated forever.

The wind blew up the white flowers brought by Kuzhu and others, messy on the grave, falling down, a trace of desolation, a few wisps of fragrant fragrance, this is Qin Yao's life.

Who is the passer-by in whose life, the scattered flowers, the cold monument, the lonely grave, there is no need for an answer, and there is no need to say more.

A drizzle fell in the sky, sparsely falling, wetting the white flowers, diluting the fragrance and adding a touch of coolness.

"The last time you came, you saw the Red Dragon seniors and left, and you didn't stop for a moment, did you never think that there was an old man here, a woman who had crossed paths in the past?"

Jin Yan's voice became very high, and she seemed to be very excited, clenching her fists and glaring at the cold prison palace.

"Are you in such a hurry, is there something earth-shattering waiting for you to do, is it to make up for the sky? Is there a woman here, lying in a cold coffin, really so insignificant? You have long forgotten, even if you have only stayed for a moment. Jin Yan pointed at him, her body trembling, very angry.

A pine forest, a tomb, a person, the world is cold, the rain is falling, and the cold prison palace has stood for a long time, what can you say at this time.

Qin Yao has withered like a flower, her life has come to an end, blooming brilliantly like fireworks, and then returning to eternal darkness and silence.

Jin Yan, Kuzhu and the others had already left, and there was only one person in the Cold Prison Palace on the mountain, and in the rustling rain, he was alone in the new tomb.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and finally it poured down and drenched him from head to toe, and the drops of water kept falling, and so did his face, and his lips were moving, and his voice was hoarse, mixed in the wind and rain but could not be heard clearly.

He had achieved the ability to see through the muddy water through the grave and see the crystal coffin underground, the woman cold and silent, motionless.

The fragrance disappeared, his face did not change, lying quietly and sadly in the coffin, close but untouchable, as far as the end of the world.

One step of life, one step of death, even if it is only separated by a layer of soil, it is difficult to touch, and it is difficult to pull back after being separated by a netherworld.

The cold prison palace sat in front of the grave and put his hand on the dirt, let the heavy rain pour down, hit his body, and said something softly until dawn.

On the second day, the rain had not stopped, but it was much lighter, and the pine forest was swirling in the fog, and the cold prison palace took one last look at the tomb and went down the mountain step by step, walking very slowly, leaving footprints one by one.

At the foot of the mountain, Jin Yan, Kuzhu and others stood and looked at the rain and fog.

Finally, Jin Yan couldn't help it, pointed at him sharply, and said a lot, as if venting a kind of resentment.

Some words are very sharp, difficult to listen to and hurtful, but the cold prison palace can't refute it, and some words may not be facts, poking into his heart.

"I said sister, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, is he willing to see this kind of scene in the cold prison palace, who wants to see the old lizard, who wants to see life and death, if he is not in a hurry, how can he not stop?"

"Let's go" The cold prison palace stopped Li Tian, didn't let him say anything, and walked away step by step, leaving this place that made him gloomy but unable to say a word.

"That little girl is really good, why did she die like this, it's a pity. The pink unicorn grunted.

The long road of cultivation, I don't know how many monks fell on the road, in fact, there are a large number of people who can't break through and die in each level, and those who can achieve success are heroes.

This is a ruthless road, and if you get involved in it, you will experience a lot of cruelty, and you will listen to the legends of famous people who are famous all over the world, who will pay attention to the withering of a little monk.

In fact, there are piles and scenes of sad songs on the path of cultivators, but except for those who are famous and famous, who will pay attention to the joys and sorrows of others?

Yan Yixi patted the shoulder of the Zhou Leng Prison Palace, and didn't say anything, they left this place, and it was 90,000 miles away.

"Where are we going, what are we going to do?" asked Li Tian.

"I'm going to cross the catastrophe," said the cold prison palace.

"Where?" said the Pink Kirin laughed dryly.

"Turn your brain, give me a careful thought, find a place in hell and the human world, I want to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation in such a place," the cold prison palace said seriously.

He sealed a part of the Yuan Shen in Yan Yixi's goddess furnace, and did not contain his own body on Sendai, forcibly delaying the time when the robbery punishment came.

"Let the emperor think about it, it's been too long, it's been a long time, it's a place with a lot of horns, I didn't know much back then, and now it's almost forgotten. The big black donkey scratched his head and meditated.

Several of them began to wander in the Northern Regions, like a group of ghosts, and like a group of death, several of them knew that the cold prison palace was depressed, and they needed to find a ** to open the killing ring.

In the past few days, they tried to find some light topics, so as not to have too heavy an atmosphere, and of course they did not avoid Qin Yao's death.

"Li has always been among thousands of flowers, what will happen if he leaves for twelve years, most of the women will clap their hands and say happy, damn!"

"You can't do this at all, you have to learn from the emperor. With great perseverance, great wisdom, and great fearlessness, cut everything down, bury them in the grave of their hearts, and there will never be troubles. Speaking of this, the Pink Qilin stabbed the Cold Prison Palace and said, "For you, there is one more experience, and the opportunity for the Immortal Three Cutting Dao may come in advance." ”

"Chop the ......" Leng Prison Palace looked into the distance and said, "Let's go, find hell and the world." ”

"I said, boy, have you thought about it, what are you going to cut in the future?" asked Pink Qilin seriously.

The cold prison palace thought for a while, and said: "It's not that I can cut whatever I want, think about it carefully, maybe it's the most appropriate to cut my whole person, there are too many fetters and shackles."

“?......? ......" Pink Qilin, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi are all embarrassed expressions.

"You won't tell you the truth, you cut yourself off, what are you kidding, who has done this throughout the ages, and you can't do this if you want to commit suicide", Fan Qilin counted.

The cold prison palace said: "Chop the Dao, that is a long time ago, the strongest demons in history are comparable to the young emperor, and they all fell in the end, and my Dao seems to be difficult to cut, let's talk about it after the tribulation first." ”

According to the ancient memory, the pink unicorn has searched for many places without any clues, hundreds of thousands of years of ups and downs, vicissitudes of life, and many old places have already changed greatly.

Moreover, it didn't know much about these two killer gods in the past, and it didn't know where the weight was, but it had only heard about it vaguely.

On this day, they came to a barren mountain outside Kaiyuan City in the Northern Regions, stopped immediately, and then walked towards the mountain on foot.

Because, I heard Xue Tianfeng say that his grandfather Li Heng died here in order to save them, and several people decided to go to mourn.

"It's supposed to be the cliff. ”

A broken spear was inserted into the cliff wall, and the blood stains had long since dried up, taking on the shape of a human, dark red, shocking, and the tragic situation at that time could be imagined.

Xue Tianfeng once wept and said that his grandfather was nailed to death on the cliff with a spear by an old killer of the Hell God Dynasty.

It can be imagined that a gray-haired old man died in battle in order to save future generations, and several people gritted their teeth when they looked at the broken spear and the dried bloodstains.