After the First World War, the entire Marina, including several surrounding cities, fell silent, as if it were calm before the storm.

The people of the underworld almost didn't go out of the ghost gate again, and gave up the matter of leading the dead souls to the dead machine spirits.

But everyone knows that this is only a temporary peace. On the second day after Zhang Ziyu distributed the equipment, all the warriors in the world had already assembled.

There are a lot of dead machine spirits, and they have been produced continuously during this time, although there are also battle damages, but now there are more than 10,000 numbers.

The middle-level forces, as well as Anubis, Seth, and Zhao Yan, can be regarded as strong soldiers.

"Let's go." Zhang Ziyu saw that there were all the people and horses, he swiped in front of everyone, and suddenly a portal at the level of hundreds of meters appeared in front of everyone.

He stepped through the portal and stepped directly into the underworld, and everywhere he went, there were crimson mandal savas, that is, flowers on the other side.

This is the Yellow Spring, thousands of years ago, the land of the Yellow Spring, is 800 miles of yellow sand, except for a Zhuangzi of Meng Po, there is nothing else.

The sky was overcast, there was no light, the yellow sand on the ground was endless, and the wind swept up endless dust and sand, full of desolation.

But now, these 800 miles of yellow springs have become 800 miles of flowers, bright red and delicate, like blood and crying. Mandosawa, flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, flowers do not see leaves, leaves do not see flowers, spare sorrow.

"Zhao Yan, you, why did you come to Huangquan, hurry up, people in the underworld are looking for you." A delicate man ran quickly in front of Zhao Yan, he was wearing a simple white robe, carrying a small back basket, his eyebrows were clear, and there was a touch of vermilion at the center of his eyebrows.

He came to Zhao Yi's side, ignored the others, and immediately reminded him. Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Changsheng, are you still there?" "His name is Changsheng, and he is the six spirits of the last Meng Po Sanqi, and he is also Sanqi's sweetheart.

More than 1,000 years ago, the Meng Po lineage still existed, and in these 800 miles of yellow springs, Meng Po soup was boiled and part of the reincarnation was in charge.

It's just that Meng Po and his family were calculated by the traitor Chen Shi, and this scumbag not only abandoned Sanqi's mother, that is, the previous Meng Po Meng Qi, but also stole a wisp of his own daughter Sanqi's spirit in order to live forever.

Later, 600 years passed in the world, Chen Shi's life was approaching, and he began to calculate the book of life and death, wanting to tick off his name.

He turned his spirit into immortality and threw himself into eight hundred miles of Yellow Spring. On the day of marriage, the scam was completed, and Chen Shi led people into Huangquan to seize the Yin Scroll.

A big war, where everything is torn apart. It's just that Changsheng and Sanqi are suffering, they love each other but can't, Sanqi exchanged his life for immortality.

Changsheng never forgot Sanqi, and waited for countless years in these eight hundred miles of Huangquan, just for Sanqi to enter the reincarnation and see her again.

There are no living creatures in Huangquan, and these 800 miles of mantuoshahua are all planted by Changsheng himself. Changsheng saw Zhao Yan's unhurried appearance, his heart was anxious, and he said: "Zhao Yan, your matter is much more serious than mine, let's leave quickly." ”

"Don't worry, there will be no problem, but you ......" Zhao Yan subconsciously glanced at Zhang Ziyu, and said in a deep voice: "Leave Huangquan and go to the world to find her." ”

"I can't find it." Changsheng and Zhao Yan looked at Zhang Ziyu, with a stunned look on their faces, and Changsheng looked anxious: "Why?!" ”

"You had a wisp of spirit at the beginning, and you still need Chen Shi to be a puppet to maintain your vitality, how can Sanqi only have a wisp of spirit left to invest in reincarnation?" Zhang Ziyu said in one sentence, Zhao Yan and Changsheng were like being struck by lightning, and they lost their minds.

Zhao Yan killed Sanqi's mother Meng Qi back then, and felt guilty about Sanqi, seeing her as a niece, her eternal love for Sanqi reached the extreme, and the yellow sand of eight hundred miles turned into a mandosahua, and she endured endless silence, just to wait for Sanqi.

There was a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the two, hoping that Sanqi would come back, but now this hope has been completely defeated.

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"It's me, it's all me!" Changsheng's eyes were red, and Sanqi gave him the five spirits on his body, all for this reason, Sanqi couldn't enter reincarnation.

Zhang Ziyu shook his head and chuckled, and said, "Don't worry" He walked to the middle of the mandal shahua, which had become a ruined wall in front of Meng Pozhuang, and the mantuoshahua was even more beautiful here.

"You have been waiting for her for a thousand years in these eight hundred miles of yellow sand, but you don't know that she has been here with you for a thousand years." In his hand appeared the Scepter of Death, the most unobtrusive of the ruins, a mandosawa in his hand.

The soul factor was like a rapid condensation of fireflies in the sky, and vaguely a beautiful woman's figure appeared.

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"Sanqi" Zhao Yan and Changsheng exclaimed in unison, and rushed over quickly, Changsheng reached out to touch Sanqi, but his hand passed through and couldn't touch it at all.

Sanqi's eyes were closed, she seemed to be laughing, but her face was clearly expressionless, and she hadn't woken up yet.

"Plop" Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and knelt in front of Zhang Ziyu.

"I beg you to save her."

"Don't worry" Zhang Ziyu said these two words again, and then waved his hand to let Changsheng get up. For a thousand years, the wisp of Sanqi's spirit has not entered reincarnation at all, but has dissipated and wandered in this 800-mile yellow spring.

Until Changsheng was not hunted down by the underworld, he once again stepped on this land and shed his own tears in Meng Pozhuang.

Under the yellow sand, the spirit was gradually attracted, and only then did a mantuosawa flower be born, but this one was not planted by immortality.

"The eight-hundred-mile mandala sawa is very beautiful, but it may be destroyed in a while, so I will give you a compensation and condense the spirit of the three sevens, this is one of them." I have come to the underworld to block the door, the big war is about to start, and it will inevitably be full of smoke, and it is a pity that this sea of flowers is ruined.

"There is one more thing, I want Meng Po to have a line of origin essence blood, and I want you to reincarnate in the origin. In exchange I will resurrect Sanqi and provide shelter for both of you. Zhang Ziyu said, looking at Changsheng, this is what he really wants to trade.

In this world, Meng Po is very strange, neither a demon, nor a human, nor a ghost, but partial life has a great relationship with reincarnation, and it is also a strange thing, which has something to do with reincarnation.

This should be a major decision, but Changsheng didn't hesitate at all, and directly nodded in agreement.

"Ask the adults to save Sanqi."

"Deal." Zhang Ziyu reaper's scepter was a little, and at the same time, he took out a ball of golden soil in the monster ranch, emitting a faint shimmer and full of life.

Kunlun Rest, the material dropped from the Celestial Man and the Ancient Primordial Man, was also the main material used by the Queen Mother of the West to make the Celestial Man and the Ancient Primordial Man in ancient times.

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"Metamorphosis" Zhang Ziyu used the Death Scepter a little, and the power of the reincarnation origin in his body and the reincarnation technique of the Emei faction were used.

Sanqi's soul continued to condense, and wisps of meridians and flesh and blood gradually appeared out of thin air, and the physical body was also rapidly reappearing.

Five breathless, Sanqi had already reappeared in front of them. The only wisp of essence left behind was also left by Zhang Ziyu with the seed of reincarnation origin, which will be gradually completed in the future, and immortality will be completely independent.

Sanqi slowly opened his eyes, with a bright light in his eyes and a bright smile on his face.

"Changsheng, I'm back." Hon

"Zhao Yan, are you doing well?" Changsheng hugged Sanqi, and couldn't hold back his tears anymore: "I miss you so much." Zhang Ziyu took a step back, came to Zhao Yan's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "Secretly wipe any tears, cry and cry." ”

"I'll sue you for slander, the yellow spring is windy, what's wrong with the sand getting into your eyes." Zhao Yan's face was strong, but his eyes were a little red.

"Lao Zhao, are you here to touch the people from the underworld?"

"Well, I'll go." Hon