The green grass is fragrant, and the river is full of green waves.

The past is like smoke, and in the change of Luoyang's mind, the sword light has passed through the layers of space, and accurately appeared outside Taozhi Mountain.

"Little conscienceless, let's say, what are you looking for your mother to do for you?"

The flowers are hazy, Su Qi is lying on the edge of the pool in a loose red robe, wearing a plain white tulle, without drawing eyebrows, pursing cherry lips, the two are contrasted, and the people are more beautiful than flowers.

Luoyang took a deep breath of the fragrance of flowers, turned into sweet words, and laughed softly: "Sister Su Qi, haven't you rested so late? I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't recognize you at first, and I thought it was Aunt Su Yu." ”

"Sister, am I that old?"

Su Qi got up dissatisfied, paced close to Luoyang, squinted at the good-looking fox eyes, crossed his hands on his waist, and looked coquettish, as if he was dissatisfied.

Luoyang couldn't help but panic, shook his head like a rattle, denied it repeatedly, and said: "Isn't this reverence for you in my heart, or I will call you sister in the future?"

Su Qi raised his hand and knocked on the top of Luoyang's head, and said coldly: "I'll listen to your voice, don't you give you face?"

"My sister can't do it, my sister can't do it, I have to call you, you say, what do I teach you?"

"You can call me Lord Emperor or Queen, if you are brave enough, you can also call me husband, this king doesn't mind marrying you and Nan Nuo home. ”

"Hehe, is my sister not at ease with me, and is she waiting for me here?"

The first few called Luoyang didn't like to call, and in the end, Luoyang didn't want to call, so he had to tear away the topic bluntly, wanting to get everything back on track.

Su Qi changed his eyes angrily, threw a jade slip that had already been prepared in Luoyang, leaned in and whispered: "It's good to know, my sister is so good to you, how will you repay my sister in the future?"

"How about finding a unique man in the Six Realms for your sister?"

"Don't, I don't like stinky men, give me your little Nannuo, the ghost emperor of the underworld, the princess of the demon world, made in heaven!"

"Singing big operas in the hidden capital, don't even think about it!"

Luoyang shook his head, said the widely circulated afterword, perceiving the information in the jade slip, proudly hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at the sky, and said: "It's not too early, the damned should also die, wait for me to come back." ”

Su Qi pursed his lips and turned around to hide in the peach blossoms, he didn't like to say goodbye, but there was no reason to stay.

All beings cross the river, the other side is different, all are different paths, how much good fortune can be the same end?

Out of Taozhi Mountain, the ghost gate was continuously opened and closed, Luoyang entered the city with the wind, did not stay in front of the ghost emperor palace that turned into ruins, and a few dodged appeared on the towering ancient trees outside the Qianyun Courtyard, looking at the brightly lit extravagant palace from afar, and remembered the many hungry children in the 36 counties and countless fathers who risked death to open up the wasteland and exchanged their lives for money.

The Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man are similar, with abundant and rich resources and vast land.

The fall of the human emperor, the war in the world is involuntarily, but the underworld is different, the underworld could have become a paradise like the heavenly palace, but it is a pity that the old-fashioned bloodline theory has stifled all this, and what is even more terrifying is that most of the people in the underworld have accepted the absurd statement and let the nobles fish and meat, but they don't know that even the seven kings and five emperors rely on strength to define the rank......

"Yama, I know you're here, come out, don't force me to do it!"

The burial crow flew away, Luoyang returned to his senses, looked at the group of cultivators who drew bows and arrows, were too lazy to dodge, lifted the Sauvignon Blanc, and flew out of the sword.

The bright moon is in the sky, leisurely thousands of miles, the sword is like the moon, the hook is quick to slash, and Yayoi has thousands of sword qi.

The dozens of white-faced apostles who led the bow and arrows had already died under the sword before they could dodge, turning into ghosts in the sky, being devoured by the Dao before and after, and then going to the reincarnation path.

"You know what? This was the way it was when Takator was here, everything was the same, nothing had changed. ”

"We're right, why change?"

"There is only one result of not changing, death!"

Tuoba raised his head, looked down at Luoyang, waved his palm lightly, and called loudly: "Kill me, don't die!"

The order is forbidden, the blood moon is in the sky, and there is no end to the slaughter.

More than a dozen apostles escaped from the night, hundreds of magic weapons crossed the sky, Luoyang squinted his eyes, looked at the six roads and eight directions, stepped on the instantaneous shadow step, the instantaneous shadow step changed in the air, leaving hundreds of afterimages between breaths.

Flying swords, moon rings, mountain seals, pearls, magic weapons are not to be outdone, shining light, the sound of wind and thunder one after another, unscrupulously showing power.

The streamer shines on the other courtyard, those who have the intention to end up, and those who have no intention of taking the stage are all involved in the current situation, or die in battle, or fight to the death.

It's the height of summer, and the most eye-catching thing is always the gorgeous flowers.

The magic weapon that can dominate the battlefield is always the heavenly sword that is as white as the moon.

There is no trace of the sword, there is no shadow of killing, the black clothes are the color of the night, and the hideous Yama ghost face flashes from time to time in the sword light and sword shadow.

Hundred ghosts walk at night, Yama is the leader, the sword is in the direction, and there is no taboo.

The spirit sword soared into the air, the spirit sword broke, one apostle after another fell into the sky, and one apostle after another......

The Emperor of Yama once ordered that if you kill Yama, you can inherit the position of Yama, and in this world where only bloodlines are seen, this is an opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step, and it is worth fighting for the life of any ghost!

It's not just water that flows to the lower places, and it's not only people who want to go to the high places, as long as they can look down, who wants to choose to look down?

Resources are constant, and the more you want to get, the higher you have to stand.

"A thought blooms!"

The wind rises, the leaves sing, and hundreds of streamers scatter into the void, like flying in the sky, like startling fireflies.

It has not been subjected to spring rain, the cyan light points sprout under the moon, grow in the wind, bloom in full bloom, and the lotus petals hang down layer by layer, delicate and clear.

The flowers bloom without fragrance, the sword chant sonorously, a dazzling sword tears the void, the sword aura disrupts the beat of the silent night, the dust settles, and the drunken return to dead silence.

The colorful starlight depicts the white fireworks burning on the apostle's body, and a pair of eyes look up at the sword cultivator under the starry sky, like the courtier Li Min looking up to their king.

It's an invincible enemy, it's a gamble that is sure to lose, and it's not worth fighting for your life......

The courtyard returned to dead silence, and the hustle and bustle outside the courtyard returned.

Nine teams of black-clothed and solemn forbidden troops each occupied one side, and the black dragon pattern flag sounded fiercely.

Nine hundred ghosts and spirits moved at the same time, their handprints were neat, and the tide of spiritual energy was condensed into ten mirrors, and the thin hemisphere of light was sprinkled, covering all the miles around the small courtyard, only allowed to enter, not to go out.

Tuoba smiled and held up the array, looking at the mortal enemy who was standing in a predicament, as if he had touched the supreme glory of the royal robe when he was crowned.

"Listen well, untouchables of the four realms of the underworld, all ghosts, no matter what your background, no matter what crime you commit, as long as you kill Yama, you can inherit the position of Yama and ascend to heaven in one step!"

The sound was like a burrow, and the burly man guarding his wife on the sickbed stood up, lifted the steel knife, and strode out.

The wife who pretended to be asleep opened her eyes, hung three feet of white silk, held the night light, and waited for your return.

If you don't return, you will return with you.