One life and two people, one body and two souls.

The man in white is the other half of the prince's abandoned soul that was split in the underworld.

Although the two are the same, they disagree, and their personalities are also very different.

Drinking the wine in the pot alone, the man in white gave his hand to the prince, and traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers in a moment, without stopping, this underworld, he was tired.

When he reached the exit, the man in white suddenly asked, "You say, what is his name is Wanghou?" ”

Tie Qing didn't answer, he just wanted to send this plague god away.

"If he is a prince, I will be the emperor, and I will press him." The man in white smiled at the village, revealing his white teeth.

"It's been so long, it's hard to work hard for Lord Village, let's go!" The emperor waved his hand and stepped out of the door.

It's finally coming out.

Slowly opening his eyes, the emperor looked at the small space.

"I also deliberately made a coffin." Emperor Zhou felt a little funny, and reached out to push the lid of the coffin.

A clattering sound suddenly came out.

The emperor only felt that his chest was stuffy, blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and the voice lingered in his ears for a long time and refused to disperse.

The sky is shining day by day.

In the small space, golden light emerges, and the coffin reflected is like daylight.

The first thing that catches your eye is six big characters, stinky shit, bastard.

The emperor's disdainful smile was just a child's prank.

On the lid of the coffin, a white tiger is lifelike descending the mountain, and an old Taoist priest above has a smile in his eyebrows, like a fairy in the dust, and a fairy wind bone.

Emperor Xuan recognized the person in the painting, Taiyi saved the suffering Tianzun.

The emperor's face changed drastically.

The white tiger suppressed the evil, and Tianzun broke the law.

The two figures were infinitely magnified in the eyes of the emperor.

He only felt that the aura was surging through his body like a tidal wave, and finally broke through the obstacles and came out of his body.

The realm of the emperor fell one after another, and it was only after going down to the fifth-order great cultivator that it could be stopped.

The figure and appearance have also undergone earth-shaking changes, from a weather-beaten face to fair and delicate cheeks to a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

The emperor understands that this coffin is the legendary broken coffin, so the coffin is doing things that hurt heaven and reason, and it is extremely damaging to yin morality, and a cultivator can only create a broken coffin in his life.

"Repair Family !!" The boy yelled in despair, his voice immature and crisp.

There were no more visions in the coffin.

The emperor's face was pale, and the coffin of the Xiu family was not made for the dead.

He stretched out his palm again and pressed it on the lid of the coffin, and a familiar voice resounded in his head: "It doesn't taste good, does it?" When Lao Tzu started to pit people, you were still pinching mud in Lao Tzu's body! ”

The voice sneered and continued, "Don't worry, I have prepared a big gift for you." ”

Suddenly, the emperor heard a sharp bell, which seemed to come from within himself.

The eerie bright red word was engraved on his chest.

"Soul Bell!" The emperor's eyes were about to split, and the realm was suppressed again.

"Prince!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his hands were limp on both sides, and before he could get out of the coffin, he had fallen to a third-order monk.

After the prince left, Su Yu's heart throbbed, and he faintly felt that the master's departure this time was not so simple.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Su Yu fiddled with his mobile phone, and there was an explosion outside the window.

There was thunder.

Winter thunder doesn't bode well.

Su Yu came to the window and opened the curtains.

I happened to see a meteor dragging its long tail through the air.

Su Yu felt a little more sour in his heart for some reason, and tears appeared in his eyes.

Stunned, he returned to the bedside.

As soon as I sat down, my head began to buzz for no reason.

Su Yu only felt that the world was spinning, and he had a splitting headache.

He closed his eyes in pain, beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a hint of coolness in my head.

Su Yu opened his eyes again and found that he had unconsciously lost his mind.

The yin god is sitting in a cross-legged position above the yang.

Four flames of different colors hovered silently in front of the Yin God.

What is it?

It was not the first time that Su Yu had traveled to the Yin God, but this fire ball was indeed the first time he had seen it.

Su Yu tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the golden flame closest to him.

There was no burning sensation as expected, but the hand penetrated directly through the past without touching anything.

Just as Su Yu withdrew his hand in confusion, the golden flame disappeared suddenly, and a thick and simple book was opened flatly.

The thunderous voice echoed in Su Yu's mind: "The light of the sky is day by day, for the passage of the secluded vein up to the heaven and the foundation of the netherworld, to the law of the sun and the yang, the evil retreats where it passes, and is created by the first generation of the head in Luofu Mountain." ”

"Taiyi Rune, the type of the collection of talismans, the power of the law, the evil spirits of the eight directions, the ghosts of the world, created by the three generations of heads in Taozhi Mountain."

"The thunder of the avenue, the thunder that leads the gods, the fire and the wind, the thunder and electricity, the three thousand worlds, the traces of thousands of ghosts, are created by the six generations of heads in Baoqi Mountain."

Luofu Mountain, Taozhi Mountain, and Baocalf Mountain are all places in the underworld.

Su Yu's face was a little strange, why did these leaders go to the underworld to innovate the exercises?

Now that only the white fire ball has not moved, Su Yu poked it carefully, but there was no response, and Su Yu gave up after trying a few times.

The remaining three books were reclosed and turned into a three-colored ball of fire, which merged into Su Yu's Yin God.

In an instant, the information of the three books poured into Su Yu's mind like an empowerment.

Far more elaborate than the manuscript, Su Yu only felt that the temperature of his brain was rising rapidly, and even the state of Yin God was a little unable to withstand this huge knowledge indoctrination.

In a trance, Su Yu saw a figure with his back to him muttering: "The law of the monk lies in restraint, and virtue lies in inheritance. Today, Su Yu inherits the position of the head of Tongyou, and is the fifteenth generation of the head of Tongyou, and can cultivate the secret method. ”

The inheritance of the exercises is nothing more than teaching by words and deeds, but it is different, and the strictness of its inheritance rules is rare in the world, and if the prince does not die, he will never be able to open the inheritance.

And the essence of the secret method cannot be passed on in words, the pen cannot be written, and the method he has cultivated before is also full of skin.

Su Yu knew that he was the only one left in the world who had the secret method.

And the prince, already dead.

Su Yuyin returned to the yang body, and there was no words for enlightenment, and there were no tears for great sorrow.

Putting on a coat, Su Yu walked out of the house alone.

At this time, the lights are on, and the sky is full of snowflakes.

Su Yu walked aimlessly in the narrow alley, his face full of thoughts.

"Bang!"

Su Yu only felt a pain in his chest, but a shadow on the opposite side fell to the ground.

Although the road is not too wide, it is quite inexplicable that the empty alleys can be bumped into each other.

Su Yu stretched out his hand helplessly, but the girl didn't mean to let him help, and rubbed her forehead.

"I'm sorry... Su Yu was about to apologize, and the girl had already gotten up and staggered her position to continue walking, without the slightest intention of communicating.

Such a strange person, Su Yu couldn't help but look back a few more times, not that he had any thoughts about the girl's graceful figure.

It's just that the sun above her head flickered and dimmed.

Su Yu shook his head and continued to walk along the alley, doing this, in Northeast dialect, rushing is not a business.