"What about the people within a hundred miles?" The calm and majestic voice of the great god Chen Ling sounded.

Flowers and trees, birds and animals...... It's also the common people.

"......" Song Yizhi pursed his lips, "I atone for my sins." ”

Looking at the little phoenix who was willing to bow his head and admit his mistakes, Chen Ling's calm voice sounded, "Don't go yet?" ”

Without waiting for Song Yizhi to speak, the communication charm on her waist lit up.

"Song Yizhi, the situation is out of control, Song Yiyue and Song Yisui have an accident, you hurry up, the place is in ......" Bei Xianyue's hurried voice sounded.

After listening to this, Song Yizhi was about to pull Rong Yueyuan to leave.

"He stayed." With a move of the Great God Chenling, he directly separated Song Yizhi and Rong Yueyuan.

Facing Song Yizhi's unkind gaze, Chen Ling Dashen directly waved his hand and directly sent this unconscious little phoenix away.

Yuan Xu glanced at Rong Yueyuan, exchanged a look, and chased after Song Yizhi.

After sending the headache-induced little phoenix away, Chen Ling's gaze fell on the embarrassed water god.

For this water god, the great god Chen Ling didn't intend to say anything.

From the moment He began to target the little phoenix, he was already killing himself, and death was only a matter of time.

The water god was stunned by that indifferent and calm gaze.

Thinking of what He had done, the water god couldn't help but feel weak.

Just as the water god wanted to say something, the great god Chen Ling took Rong Yueyuan away.

The water god looked at the two who suddenly disappeared, and his expression was distorted for a moment.

However, without waiting for the water god to say anything, an oracle announced to the upper realm.

- Five days later, the gods gathered.

This is an invitation from the great god Chenling to the gods, and it is more like an invitation than a notice.

Suddenly, an oracle directly caused chaos in the upper realm.

Temple.

The Great God of Chen Ling and Rong Yueyuan fell at the door, and the Great God of Chen Ling put down Rong Yueyuan and crossed the threshold and walked inside.

Although Rong Yueyuan didn't quite understand why this god brought him over, he still followed the great god Chen Ling and walked inside.

Because of the blood of Song Yizhi, Rong Yueyuan was able to resist the coercion of the gods.

"Nonsense." Chen Ling's calm voice sounded.

Rong Yueyuan raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw the great god Chen Ling turn around, he lowered his eyes and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Dare to ask the great god Chen Ling, what is nonsense?" ”

In the face of Rong Yueyuan's questioning, the deep and gorgeous voice of the Great God Chen Ling did not change for a moment, "He is the God of Water. ”

"Why is God God?" Rong Yueyuan's warm voice was not slow, "Is he a god?" Is it worthy to be a god? ”

Great God Chen Ling did not avoid Rong Yueyuan's question, his tone was calm and did not fluctuate a little, "Unworthy." ”

The cause and effect of the water god can be seen at a glance and his eyes hurt.

"If God is no longer worthy of God, why can't man kill God?" Rong Yueyuan raised his doubts.

"Killing gods is a felony." Chen Ling's calm voice rose and fell a little, and his tone became stern, "You are close to a demigod, and killing gods is self-destructing your future." ”

"If I can kill the water god, I don't care." Rong Yueyuan said calmly, "The suffering of the people in the lower realm and the suffering of my wife are all given by the god of water, and if I don't kill the god of water, my heart is not peaceful." ”

……

Song Yizhi only felt a flower in front of him, and then the smell of blood came to his face.

When she landed on the ground, the smell of blood mixed with the howl of the ghost and the wolf came into her ears, and the surroundings were a little dim.

Song Yizhi looked around, and then his gaze fell on the three people a few steps away.

Wei Ling, Lu Li, and Bei Xianyue all had traces of injuries on their bodies.

"What's the situation?" Song Yizhi asked as he walked over.

Beixian Yue didn't look back, "This ghost was originally from the Eight Realms, but she suddenly killed a lot of people in a rage, and suddenly rushed to the Nine Realms, asking for support!" ”

If you can't beat it, you can shake people, and a group of people in Beixianyue have already taken this sentence as a motto.

Song Yizhi nodded.

"Your brother and sister are in my hands." The delicate voice was gloomy.

As the words fell, Song Yiyue and Song Yisui, who were wrapped in green silk into silkworm chrysalis, were sent to the front.

Looking at the two siblings who only showed one head outside, Song Yizhi rubbed his wrists.

Song Yiyue and Song Yisui, who were wrapped in green silk and turned into silkworm chrysalis, had fallen into a coma, and their lips were bruised as if they had been poisoned.

Yuan Xu followed, and after a brief analysis, he said to Song Yizhi, "I'm coming?" ”

"Let me come." Song Yizhi took out a snow-white long sword with his backhand.

When Bei Xianyue heard the sound, they saw only an afterimage.

"Bang-"

The condensed soul body was taken out by Song Yizhi and smashed to the ground, splashing dust.

Lu Li and Bei Xianyue quickly went up to cut off the green silk that wrapped Song Yiyue and Song Yisui and took the two out.

Song Yizhi looked down at the ghost he had received.

The ghost is not beautiful, and the face can only be considered delicate.

"Heaven is unfair...... Heaven is unfair—" The ghostly voice was full of unwillingness and resentment.

Song Yizhi raised the ghost and said in a gloomy tone, "Don't scream, my ears hurt." ”

The ghost quickly shut up.

Seeing that there was still a ghost who was still a little interesting, Song Yizhi tied her up, and then took out a stool and sat on the side, "Let's talk about it." ”

"You're not going to kill me?" The ghost squirmed for a moment, and after it couldn't break free, it was considered to be fate.

Song Yizhi cocked Erlang's legs, and his tone was light, "Come on, I'm not in a good temper right now." ”

"I was originally a girl from Qiaotou Village, and I was just a mortal when I was born...... ghostly voice suddenly lowered, and the ghost looked into the distance and slowly told the bloody story.

If you don't have great resentment and unwillingness before you die, you can't become a ghost.

At first, the girl who turned into a ghost killed those who bullied her, and later, she became addicted to murder, and she slaughtered Qiaotou Village, and then ......

This incident did not take long, at most about a year.

"In a short period of time, from a newly dead ghost to the Nine Realms, this ......" Bei Xianyue looked at it with a scrutiny of eyes, "Did you meet someone?" Or what's the matter? ”

The "I ......" ghost was a little hesitant, as if he didn't want to reveal his hole cards.

Song Yizhi sat quietly on the side, holding a handkerchief in his hand, and wiped the long sword in his hand again and again.

The memories that were surging in my mind did not stop, and those forgotten memories came back again, and the anger and tyranny that had subsided a little were also stimulated.

Song Yizhi found that she still couldn't accept those past calmly.

Even if she has come out, those pasts, every time she remembers them, they will still be unforgettable.

Seeing that Song Yizhi's mood was not quite right, the three of Bei Xianyue did not bother her.

Lu Li and Bei Xianyue fed the two siblings with the poison pill and waited for them to come to their senses.

Wei Ling walked up, holding a soul knife in his hand.

The sharp soul knife slashed back and forth on the ghost's face.

"I say, I say!!" In the end, the ghost couldn't withstand the intimidation of the soul knife, and she spoke, "It's the star god, the star god!" ”

Star God??

"Star God? That new? Wei Ling asked.

"The star of the stars is the god of the stars, the god of the stars...... Uh......" The ghost suddenly twitched, and the condensed soul gradually became weak.

Song Yizhi's hand moved, and the soul body that was about to collapse was stabilized by divine power.

Immediately, a mournful voice rang out.

Wei Ling rubbed his arm, then raised his hand to cover his ears.