"My home, ......"

Chenghuang wanted to cry without tears and watched his Chenghuang Temple become a ruin, how could he always be injured!

"Don't be sad, you haven't had a home for many years anyway."

The Tsing Yi Shenjun patted Chenghuang on the shoulder to show comfort, but the words he said were very heart-wrenching.

"Thank you, Shenjun, I'm much better."

Cheng Huang, who had been hurt by 10,000 points in his heart, smiled reluctantly, he really thanked the Divine Monarch, he was not sad at all......

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the branches are shaking.

Emperor Xin was not in the mood to listen to their nonsense, and his eyes were fixed on "Su Daji".

"Su Daji, do you want to leave the widow so much......"

Emperor Xin stood on the branch of the tree and looked down at Su Xiaoxiao, the momentum of the world was not lost, and he was the emperor of the human race.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding......"

Seeing that she had caused a big disaster, Su Xiaoxiao quickly changed back to her appearance, this day, what kind of miracle is warm!

"Di Xin, you can see clearly, your land, everything about you ended a thousand years ago, and everything now is an illusion of your own making!"

The Tsing Yi Divine Monarch stood in front of Su Xiaoxiao with his sword, and the Tsing Yi was ethereal, but extremely firm.

"Shenjun, Shangxian, don't talk nonsense with him, just start fighting!"

Although Chenghuang can't do it himself, his two teammates can! "Hehe, little Chenghuang, you are tired of talking to widows like this!"

"No matter how small my position is, it is also organized!"

Relying on the profound mana of Su Xiaoxiao and the Divine Monarch in Tsing Yi, Chenghuang crossed his waist and slammed Emperor Xin.

"Chenghuang, if you can't speak, you can be a beautiful man quietly."

Thinking that she came here because of the preparation exam of the Heavenly Realm, Su Xiaoxiao looked resentful, she really wanted to throw the city god out, which pot did not mention which pot, it was really convincing!

"I silence myself!"

Chenghuang, who felt that he might have said the wrong thing, hurriedly put a silence spell on himself, should he still be cowardly, didn't he see the eyes of the immortal who could kill!

The moon of Asaka Castle is a huge blood moon.

At this time, most of it was obscured by the thick black clouds that came at some point, revealing a round of blood-sparkling scimitar-like shapes.

"Today, no one wants to get out of this city of bliss!"

Unable to stand the grinding and chirping of Su Xiaoxiao and the three of them, Emperor Xin of the Emperor of the Emperor opened up directly, and the Heavenly Thunder Karma Fire completely enveloped the entire Chaoge City.

"Su Xiaoxiao, can you see me?"

The scene changed, and they were no longer on the ruins of the City God Temple.

"Wait a minute, I'll find the Xuanying lantern!"

Through the fog, Su Xiaoxiao's voice came slowly, and it seemed that they were trapped in some formation.

"Chenghuang, I saw you, don't move yet!"

With the lighting fixtures, Su Xiaoxiao quickly joined up with Tsing Yi Shenjun and Chenghuang.

The three of them walked slowly through the gloomy fog. The Xuanying lamp held by Su Xiaoxiao emitted a warm yellow glow, but the light could only illuminate a short-distance space. Beside him is the sound of the forest waves rolling up when the wind sweeps through the trees, sometimes it is a terrifying cry, sometimes it is a strange baby cry.

"You say it's all an illusion, but are they really happy in the original world?"

Emperor Xin's voice came from above the mist, and the faint light in Su Xiaoxiao's hand drew a beautiful arc and fell to the ground, and a gust of wind blew and rolled up the leaves and grass roots, revealing the strange and complicated formation drawn with red blood on the ground.

The wind, swaying high above the treetops, made a slow rustle.

The air not far away around them suddenly spread out in a circle of transparent ripples, twisting and rippling like a lake that had been thrown into a stone.

In a moment, the air inside the ripples seemed to be drained in an instant, and it became pitch black and deep, like an endless dark abyss, and then reflected a different reincarnation world.

Eighty-one directions represent the reincarnation of ninety-nine to one; Eighty-one teleportation corridors are full of impermanence in life.

The Tsing Yi Divine Monarch, who was guarding Su Xiaoxiao's body, said in surprise: "This is the Heavenly Machine Corridor!"

"The Corridor of Heavenly Machines?"

Su Xiaoxiao turned his head to look at the Tsing Yi Divine Monarch, his eyes were full of disbelief, it turned out to be the long-lost Heavenly Machine Corridor that could connect the three thousand worlds!

Emperor Xin appeared in shape, tilted his head slightly, felt the fishy smell gradually wafting in the oncoming wind, and said calmly: "Come, welcome to the Paradise of the Widow."

Nine heavens, Guanghan Palace.

Flying eaves and corners, plain green jade, relief phoenix pillars, white jade bluestone. There is elegance in the introverted, elegance in the luxury, and nobility that cannot be blasphemed.

In the lotus pond made of white jade in the mist, several simple lotus flowers faintly emitted a faint blue light.

"Qingyuan, how is Xiaoxiao now?"

Fairy Chang'e stroked the strings, and there was a touch of tenderness in the coldness.

"When I came, the sky thunder above the Yang Mansion had already begun to accumulate."

Qingyuan Zhenjun deliberately pressed Fairy Chang'e's hand to stroke the qin, and a cold fragrance directly hit Fairy Chang'e's nose.

"Then Qingyuan won't go back?"

"I'm here to borrow something from the fairy."

"Qingyuan Zhenjun has all the treasures of heaven and earth, what is there worth borrowing in the Guanghan Palace?"

"Yushu."

"How can you return the law?"

"Let the fairy dispose of ......"

"Come with me."

The wind is fluttering, and the snow is far away. In the dream, I don't know how old I am, and who ascends in the hazy world. The night is misty, and the smoke is curling. True and false is a bridge, and there are many reincarnations and one less.

In the corridor of the heavenly machine in Chaoge City, Su Xiaoxiao, Tsing Yi Shenjun and Chenghuang were greeted by the birth, old age, sickness and death of people from different worlds, love, hatred, hatred, and obsession.

"We waited three years, and today we can finally be together."

On the snowy mountain, a couple is taking wedding photos, their faces full of happy smiles.

However, Heaven did not favor a couple, and the bridegroom died under the thunder and lightning, and also died at his happiest moment.

"I know what happened."

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, and in the online world, she couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

"They deserve it, who let them go to the snow mountain to take pictures!"

"That's it, you see, it also destroyed the environment of the snow-capped mountains!"

"It's all fate, who can blame it!"

……

The accusations on the Internet one after another, and the cold eyes again and again completely crushed the bride, and she chose to go to Huangquan with her lover to continue the future in the next life.

Actually, they don't deserve it, her lover has been a soldier to protect his family and country for three years, and this time, he just wants to be her protector!

"Immortals, can people's hearts really be so unbearable?"

After wandering in the city of song for thousands of years, it was the first time that Chenghuang had seen such an unbearable side of the world.

"The human heart is complicated, and it is indeed unbearable, but it is not entirely so." has been a soul crosser for more than 30 years, Su Xiaoxiao has seen many life and death, good and evil in people's hearts, she just feels ridiculous and pathetic, but she is not completely numb.

"They could have stayed together for the rest of their lives, but providence made people and the widow brought them here, and since then, they have been together for a long time."

In accordance with the words of Emperor Xin, the teleportation corridor immediately showed the life of the couple in Chaoge City, the male farmer and the female weaver, the husband and the child, it seemed to be very happy.

"It's all a woven illusion."

Tsing Yi Shenjun shook his head, fake is fake after all, and in the end it is just a flash of water, adding to the troubles.

"But, God-king, they're very happy......"

Chenghuang saw that they were living a good life, without the disturbance of gossip, without the pain of life and death, is it really not good to have such a day?

"Look again!"

Seeing that the city god was shaken, Emperor Xin continued to operate the Heavenly Corridor.

As the saying goes, since ancient times, emperors have been affectionate, and poor faces have a thin life.

"Good! If you have Gillian as a wife, she will store it as a house of gold. ”

The conniving color has been carved into the old by time, and it is still an inch of softness.

The clean and pure original intention, not into bitter lovesickness, but the fulfillment of a relationship that has nothing to do with the wind and moon, that is the joy of life.

From Kanaya Zangjiao to later Nagato Fu. is obviously the queen of the Han Dynasty, the daughter of the eldest princess, but she died with hatred in the Nagato Palace.

The world pities the relationship between Wei Zifu and Liu Che, but who pity Chen Ajiao back then?

The picture turned again, and Su Xiaoxiao and the three of them stepped into another world, in the middle of the Han Palace, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and his queen Chen walked hand in hand through their childhood sweethearts, Qin Se and Ming, such a life, warm and ordinary, is a happy time they have never had before.

"Although it is very beautiful, with Chen Ajiao's temper, their relationship will eventually have problems."

This time, Chenghuang didn't think that Emperor Xin was right, they were originally a grudge couple, why bother to force love so much!

"Everyone has their own destiny, since they can't grow old together, why force a pair of mandarin ducks."

Everything in front of him reminded Su Xiaoxiao of the past with Su Yu, the king of the underworld, what to love or not to love, anyway, it has become a thing of the past.

"Perhaps, but they're happy here."

Emperor Xin cannot be denied, and the Heavenly Machine Corridor continues to operate, three thousand worlds, endless.

Time has come to another world.

Xi Daomao and Wang Xianzhi, they are a young husband and wife, and they are very affectionate.

could have been inseparable, but providence made people, Princess Xin'an fell in love with Wang Xianzhi, and asked the emperor to issue an edict to ask Wang Xianzhi to divorce his wife and marry the princess. Wang Xianzhi burned his feet with wormwood in order to refuse marriage, and in the second half of his life, he suffered from perennial foot disease and inconvenience.

But to no avail, Princess Xin'an insisted on marrying, and Wang Xianzhi could only endure the pain and take a break from Xi Daomao. He was depressed all his life, and in his later years, he was ill, and he recalled half of his life, and only said: "I don't feel that there is anything left, but I remember the divorce from the Xi family."

And Xi Daomao's father was dead, so she had to go to her uncle, send someone under the fence, never marry him again, and her life was bleak and depressed.

"Alas......"

Chenghuang sighed, another pair of poor people who couldn't love.

"Therefore, in the world of widows, Xi Daomao and Wang Xian have been in love for a hundred years, and Princess Xin'an has been abandoned again and again."

Emperor Xin's voice followed him like a shadow, and with the real-time picture of the Heavenly Machine Corridor, it was much taller than Su Xiaoxiao's previous tracing book.

"There's nothing wrong with loving someone, Princess Xin'an shouldn't be arranged like this by you."

The Shenjun of Tsing Yi disagrees with Emperor Xin's approach very much, and she can't control the oppression of the imperial power, she is a poor person.

"Forget it, don't speculate for more than half a sentence."

Because there is no common language, there is an awkward silence in the corridor of the heavenly machine, and only time is still flowing silently.