Tong Lingshan woke up in a tingling pain.

She found her ankles tangled in branches, and she was hanging upside down from the branches of a giant tree.

I don't know how tall the giant tree is, and there is a bottomless darkness beneath her.

Looking around, there are many people like her hanging upside down in the air, perhaps some of whom can no longer be called "people".

A gloomy wind blew, and a face swayed near the top of her head.

"Ahh

The face had dried, its skin drooped down, like a shriveled drum, the flesh had been lost, and a few small black worms crawled out of the hollow eye sockets.

"Ho-ho......" She opened her mouth to shout, but several small black worms also came out of her mouth, from her lips, climbed up the bridge of her nose, and entered her eyes.

Tears slipped from her eyes, and before she could dry, her face was crawling with dense black bugs.

"Tong Lingshan, Tong Lingshan!"

A man's hurried cry could be heard in the distance.

She opened her eyes slowly, and a pale complexion with gloomy features appeared in front of her.

"Fang... Brother? ”

"These are all illusions, don't be afraid, take a deep breath and think about what is happening in reality."

Fang Zhixin's voice was soft.

She tried to ignore the insects on her body, and remembered A-Niang, she likes to eat crystal cakes the most, every time she goes back from spring break, A-Niang will pick peach blossoms that are still dewy in the morning, and make her peach blossom-flavored crystal cakes.

"Ah Niang......" Tong Lingshan closed her eyes, tears gurgling down from the corners of her eyes.

Fang Zhixin hesitated, his hands trembled slightly, and he took her in his arms.

Tong Lingshan's tears fell on his arm, and he shivered as if he had been burned.

"It's all a fantasy, a fantasy...... Close your eyes and get some sleep. ”

He muttered, staring fixedly at the face that he had dreamed of, the girl's innocent face was like an orchid in the hollow, exuding a compelling fragrance that aroused the deepest impulse in his heart.

His knuckles trembled, and a strange flush appeared on his pale face, but after all, he restrained the impulse, calmed down a little, and still looked at her reluctantly, with infinite tenderness hidden in his eyes.

"Don't waste any more time! We are one step away from resurrecting the remnants of the Demon God! ”

A cold voice came from his head.

Only then did he reluctantly let go of the man in his dreams, put away the emotions in his eyes, and walked to the giant tree in front of him.

The trunk of the great tree was as wide as the walls of the Netherworld, and there was no end in sight, and the man stood under it, as small as a mayfly.

The roots of the tree are intertwined, and the entire valley is covered with intertwined rhizomes, which appear on the surface like the tip of an iceberg.

The trunk of the tree was entwined with countless blood-red vines, and the essence blood that flowed in the root canal was squeezed from the creatures captured in the Grim God Ridge.

Vines are still growing from under the trees, like evil spirits, demanding energy from the outside world.

Some vines stealthily approached Tong Lingshan from underground.

Fang Zhixin noticed it, his eyes were ruthless, and with a wave of his sword, the roaring sword qi rushed in, smashing countless broken stones, and the vines were like frightened birds, and they retreated in fear.

That sword qi came to an abrupt end when it approached Tong Lingshan's body, and this kind of control had reached a terrifying level.

"Contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. ……”

Overhead, the sound of a young man chanting was heard.

Fang Zhixin snorted coldly, raised his finger casually, and said disdainfully: "Don't measure yourself." ”

I saw that the dense vines seemed to have received some permission, and frantically swarmed in one direction.

Han Yue hung upside down on the branches, his body swaying in the wind, and he was soon wrapped in vines and engulfed.

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, immortal and imperishable. No dirt or cleanness, no increase or decrease ......"

But the chanting continued, and the sound gradually faded and lingered.

Fang Zhixin only felt like a fly buzzing in his ears, difficult to drive away, annoyed, he couldn't help but feel impetuous, and said maniacly:

"Yu Qing, where have they gone, didn't they say that the entrance to the underground palace has been opened?"

The cold voice replied: "If you didn't have to kidnap this little girl and cause trouble, they would have gone to the underground palace a long time ago." ”

Fang Zhixin became irritable: "That passage is full of secret door mechanisms, if you are not careful, you will die, Tong Lingshan's cultivation is not enough, in case no one takes care of ......"

The voice sneered: "How can those who have achieved great things delay their children's affection, don't forget the life debts of more than 100 people up and down your family......"

Fang Zhixin thought of the tragic death of his relatives, his chest was filled with emotion, and it took him a long time to calm down, and he said viciously:

"You don't need to keep reminding me, I have been holding back for a long time, just so that I can hate ...... one day"

His expression was hideous, and his eyes were red as if he could drip blood: "Since God has given me a chance, I will control this world with one hand, dig the enemy three feet into the ground, and whip his ancestors for generations!" ”

"It's good that you know, Yu Qing has been attracted by the formation I set up, seize the opportunity."

The voice said coldly, and then disappeared into the void randomly, and there was no movement.

The chanting sound overhead had not stopped, and the sound was far away, echoing in the valley, fluttering all the way, and reaching the ears of Yu Qing, who was trapped in the dense forest formation.

"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra?"

In the rain of flying swords, Yu Qing's figure paused slightly.

She looked far away at the location where the voice came from—the southeast region of the Dead God Ridge.

It is said that there is an extremely treacherous river valley there, and at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, there is always the roar of the iron horse of the soldiers, and the legend is that the demon god led the Yin soldiers to open the way.

The poignant accusations in the dense forest continued, and in the flash of light, an idea popped into my mind.

"How do you know if I'm not a Demon Venerable? I may not be sure that you are really the personal soldiers led by the Demon Venerable, and you are not physically formed, and you don't even dare to show up to meet me, so what qualifications do you have to claim to be the personal soldiers of the Demon Venerable? ”

Yu Qing's voice was proud, the long sword blocked the branches and leaves of countless attacks, his clothes were broken, but his face still did not change, and there was a faint momentum of arrogance.

The old man's voice was desolate: "We have been guarding the Demon Venerable here for thousands of years!" The body has long been annihilated in the years, leaving only a few lonely souls! ”

Yu Qingjian pointed in the direction of the river valley, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at all beings:

"Yes or no, let's go to the place where the rumored demon god led the troops and find out!"