"But the flesh is mortal."

When the demon god saw the red fireworks around the flowing fire clouds, he immediately understood what the situation was.

"It turned out to be a reincarnated god, and I think he is the god of fire, one of the five gods of the heavenly realm, no wonder he has a similar aura to Chiyan on his body, but he is not Chiyan after all."

An elusive smile appeared on the corner of the Demon God Jiuhuang's mouth, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.

"I don't know how long it's been since I've listened to Shen Wuyun playing the piano, and listening to the sound of the heavens when the gods are gone, it's really a very pleasant thing." After speaking, the life marks on the forehead shone green, and the strange green made the space seem to become distorted and narrow, Yinjiao Suiyu had never had such a strong sense of oppression, but he didn't even have the strength to break free, and he could faintly feel that the demonic power was losing and collapsing from his body.

"It's a pity that with this powerful spiritual power, the five gods will never be able to exert the power of the primordial spirit to the extreme, so it's better to leave it to me to enjoy it."

As he spoke, his palms were facing each other, and a white ball of light appeared in his palms, wanting to absorb all the spiritual power around the Flowing Fire Cloud Silence, and suddenly a powerful force that seemed to sweep the world made the light disperse, only to see a white crane with his head held high, blocking the Flowing Fire Cloud Silence with a proud posture, this crane is a little familiar, the demon god Jiuhuang hates this feeling of existence in memory but can't remember for a while, sleeping too long will indeed make people lazy, many things may not be remembered, but unwilling to think about it again.

I saw clearly that the owner of the white crane turned out to be no more than a child about nine years old, this child was very attractive, with a pair of bright and clear eyes full of wisdom on his pink face; The corners of his lips are slightly upturned, with a hint of childishness peculiar to him, dressed in white, and standing with the crane is simply a flawless picture.

"Childish, long time no see."

"Don't come unharmed, it's rare for the demon god to remember the little god."

"Zhisu has always adhered to the rules of heaven, I don't know why I am interested in patronizing my demon world?"

"As long as you don't enter the Yaoshui River, this place is still in the world, and besides, there are demon gods in the demon world guarding it, how dare the little god trespass?"

"You also call me a demon god now, I'm afraid you have forgotten my name a long time ago, right? That's right, there are kinds of gods and demons, just like the gods of the heavenly realm can't step into the demon world, and I can only be an outlier for gods or demons. ”

"Jiuhuang ......"

Hearing Zhisuo call his name, the long-lost two words made him a little overwhelmed, the sleeping memory in his brain seemed to be awakened in an instant, a dream for five hundred years, it turned out that the dream of these five hundred years was himself, and when he woke up, he was gone.

"Jiuhuang, you are not an alien, you are a demon god, the god of the heavenly realm in charge of the demon realm."

The demon god was silent, "Really? Does it matter? He finally remembered that this question had been bothering him for a long time, but even though all the memories in his mind were gone, the wound in his heart ached from time to time, and the pain made him realize that "this is just a lie that sounds good." ”

"Heh", the demon god sneered: "Thank you for the reminder, since you obstructed it, you take it away, but there are often demons by the Yaoshui River, and he may not be so lucky next time." ”

After the demon god finished speaking, he turned his back and left, and the childish man seemed to want to say something, but choked on the words, the green light disappeared, and a white dress floated in the wind, and his thoughts were a little messy.

"Is Jiuhuang really still Jiuhuang?"

Zhisu glanced at the flowing fire cloud silence in the coma, and sighed softly: "Immortals can't escape their fate!" With a flick of his sleeves, he disappeared along with the white crane and the flowing fire and clouds by the Yaoshui River.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a boulder, with the sound of rushing water in my ears, and when I looked in the direction of the sound, I could see a beautiful waterfall cascading down from the mountains, and the green grass was lined with flowers around the boulder, and the flowers were dotted sporadically.

"Are you awake?"

A boy in white appeared in front of the Flowing Fire Cloud Lonely, followed by a huge white crane, and the first reaction of the Flowing Fire Cloud Silence was: "That bird is not an ordinary bird, this person doesn't seem to be a human being." ”

"Fairchild?"

The color on Zhisuo's face changed when he heard these two words, and the gods of the heavenly realm all knew that this was Zhisuo's taboo, even the fire god Yunyan had to respect him as a long man when he saw him, and called him a senior, not to mention that the person in front of him was just the reincarnation of the fire god in the world.

But the Flowing Fire Cloud Silence will not observe the slightest words, he will shift his attention to the body of the white crane, this extraordinary product, touch it should not be burned to death, he controlled the fire spiritual power around his body, stretched out his hand to carefully touch its feathers, the white crane is quite close to him, not dodging at all, it bows its head to show goodwill, its eyes are full of friendliness.

The face of the child on the side turned from red to blue, from green to red, but as a god, you have to have the appearance of a god, even if you are reluctant, you can't look so measureless, touch it, touch it, so the flow of fire and cloud silence finally succeeded, his face showed a satisfied smile, this face full of innocence made Zhisuo have to think of an old friend, his mood suddenly became a little low.

"You don't look like you're happy." Only then did Flowing Fire Cloud Silence notice the change in the expression on Zhisuo's face, and hurriedly removed his hand from the crane feather.

"It's none of your business." Zhisuo avoided the lonely gaze of the flowing fire and said to the white crane: "Ruiyang, you are not allowed to eat fish today." The white crane let out a low cry, looking a little innocent.

"By the way, how did I end up here, how far is this from the Yaoshui River?"

"You almost died by the Yaoshui River, this is my residence, and it is also ......"

"What is it too?"

Zhi Su hesitated for a moment, he was thinking about whether to talk to him about some things, and finally Zhi Su made up his mind, and his tone became solemn: "It is also the prison of the gods." ”

He pointed to his feet and said, "The hell of the gods, and that waterfall is the door of confession to the hell of the gods." ”

"The hell of the gods?"

"That's right, I've been guarding here all along, collecting the eternal tears of the gods. In fact, there is no real door to the Divine Prison, and the gods who step into the Divine Prison are just painting the ground as a prison, stepping into the Divine Prison through that waterfall, and willingly accepting the punishment of heaven, but they do not see them stepping out of the Divine Prison through that waterfall. ”

"If the Heavenly Realm wants to punish them, where can they go if they escape from the Gate of Confession?"

Zhisu suddenly seemed to have been hit by something, but a simple word made him feel like waking up from a dream, he was right, even if he walked out of the door of confession, where could he escape, it turned out that the heavenly realm was cruel, and only those who had not violated the rules of heaven could feel its mercy, or they were just numb to themselves, numb to the point of losing the ability to think about this problem.

This false door made Zhi Su once think that this was the door of mercy left by the heavenly realm to the punished gods, and if they were unwilling to accept the punishment of the heavenly realm, they could get out of the divine prison, but they would no longer be gods.

"Is it true that no god has escaped from here? What kind of punishment will the gods in the hell be punished? ”

Although the place where he lived was only separated from the Divine Prison by a curtain of water, he did not know anything about the life of that world, if it was a matter of the gods who escaped from the Divine Prison...... Although Zhisuo can't be sure, he can't help but think of him, a person who should have gradually passed away in his memory-the fire god Chiyan, a former best friend, and the only friend of Zhisuo other than Ruiyang.

Is that the Tears of Eternal Life, or the Spirit of Red Fire?

Seeing that Zhisu did not answer his question, the powerful curiosity of Flowing Fire Cloud Silence was troubled, and he immediately changed the topic: "What is the Tears of Eternal Life?" Is it any use? ”

Zhisuo, who has always been accustomed to tranquility, appeared in his ears with such a noisy insect, which should have been slapped to death, but thinking of the slightest connection between him and his old friend, Zhisuo was finally extra kind and patiently answered for him.

"The god who was punished in the divine prison exhausted the last trace of spiritual power in his body, closed his eyes, and turned into nothingness, and the last tear left in his eyes was the tears of eternal life."

"Do immortals shed tears, too?"

"The tears of the gods should come out of pity for the common people, and should not be shed for themselves, but the moment every god in the divine prison dies, the last tear will remain in the eyes, and the tears of eternal life are not necessarily the shape of tears, the last tears of the gods will turn into thousands of forms, and some will become exquisite and transparent stones; Some turn into butterflies that emit a pale blue or light purple luster; Some of them are just a red leaf stained with frost, and some of them are transformed into instruments that make the sound of a stringed harp....... when the tears of the gods turn into a physical body, and when their immortal bodies are destroyed, the tears of eternal life will leave the prison and appear in the realm of eternal life where I live, and the appearance of an eternal tear represents the death of a god, and the immortal who has suffered the punishment of heaven can never be reincarnated. And my mission is to bring the tears of eternal life back to the heavenly realm. When brought back to the Celestial Realm, they may become a butterfly dancing in the Celestial Garden; On the immortal feast, the musical instruments of heaven are played; the spirit stones on the jade platform for people to see; Or the autumn leaves scattered in the Imperial Wind Garden......"

After listening to it, I don't know why I feel a little sad in my heart: "In this way, being an immortal is not necessarily very good, and being an immortal who has made a mistake can only be described as miserable." ”

"Since this kid happened to meet me, this is fate, and he is one of the five gods of fire, and he has a slight relationship with Chiyan, so he might as well tell him about these pasts, maybe this is what he should know."

Zhisu sighed and said slowly, "A long time ago...... A long time ago......"

Liuhuo Yunshan looked at him with wide eyes, looking forward to what Zhi Su said, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see him spit out half a word, Zhi Su looked embarrassed, turned his face to the side, and tried to recall: "What do I want to say to him?" ”

Suddenly, I heard the Flowing Fire Cloud Silence shouting excitedly, "Rabbit, golden rabbit." ”

I saw that the rabbit was locked in a cage condensed with spiritual power, it looked at the child with pity eyes, and the excitement of the fire and silence was swept away, and he understood that this was not an ordinary rabbit, this was the tears of eternal life that the gods said in their mouths, and they were the tears shed by the gods for themselves.