Xia Qingning looked back at him mechanically, raised his hand and took the jar of wine, his hand was shaking, he couldn't help trembling, he always felt that this was a dream, after waking up from the dream, his Xiyin came back, and would call his name with a gentle smile, "Qingning ......"

Looking at the proud son of the sky whose face was as white as paper, Xue Yan persuaded, "Look away! The corpses have turned into powder, maybe ......" He didn't say the following words, maybe his soul was also shattered.

Xia Qingning opened the mud seal and poured himself two sips of wine, wanting to open some, how did he think about it? He had been waiting for her for a hundred years! His heart had been hollowed out, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt! The pain made him numb until now, the blood all over his body was cold, the wine was in his intestines, the belly was hot, his brain was getting clearer and clearer, he had already guessed a lot of things, he was anxious to verify, "When you met her, she refined herself into a drought?"

The ghost king nodded and poured himself a few sips of wine, "At that time, her body was seriously damaged, and she was very embarrassed!" Every time we met Chu Xiyin before, she was clean and beautiful. Only this time, it scared him, and he didn't want to think about it until now......

"How embarrassed is it?" Hearing this, Xia Qingning's heart was like a knife.

Xue Yan didn't want to add a handful of salt to Xia Qingning's wound anymore, and explained him: "It's over!" But Xia Qingning insisted on knowing, "Tell me, I want to know!"

"Xia Qingning!" Xue Yan had never seen Xia Qingning look so depressed and uncomfortable. In the past, Xia Qingning was noble and did not eat fireworks in the world. He softened a little, his eyes were full of unbearability and helplessness, as well as deep self-blame. Yes, he blamed himself, he didn't expect Chu Xiyin to be injured like that on his own territory!

"About her, I want to know!" Xia Qingning felt that he had missed too much, and he didn't want to know what exactly happened to the woman he loved.

Xue Yan poured himself two more sips of wine, and then told him in a calm tone as much as possible, "She fell into the snowy mountain, couldn't cross the sea of blood, mistakenly got into the painting boat of the mother and son, and was taken out of her heart!"

Xia Qingning's nose was sore, and he only felt that his heart was throbbing, it was his negligence, and he didn't protect her well.

Later, she killed them. After passing the sea of blood and entering the Hungry Ghost Ridge, she did not have three lives, and her body was incomplete, in order to get out of the Evil Ghost Ridge alive, she could only refine herself into a drought. Xue Yan used his toes to think about how desperate and helpless Chu Xiyin should have been at that time.

Xia Qingning poured himself another big sip of wine, and he didn't know whether he was choked by the wine or distressed, two lines of crystal tears fell, all the way down his fair face, and dripped onto the dirty robe.

"Later, she arrived at the corpse mountain within a radius of 100 miles...... Xue Yan's eyes were red, "That place is full of zombies and drought!"

"Next is the sword mountain and the sea of fire!" Xue Yan had been to those places with the rulers once before, and knew how terrible those places were. Therefore, when Chu Xiyin came out all the way, he was surprised how tenacious such a small and cute girl was...... Speaking of this, hope suddenly ignited in Xue Yan's heart, and her eyes lit up, "Perhaps, this time her soul or spiritual sense can also escape like last time?"

His words rekindled Xia Qingning's hope, and the wine jar fell directly to the ground, and he repeated Xue Yan's words with certainty and certainty, "Yes, maybe ......"

Seeing Xia Qingning's appearance of crying and laughing, Xue Yan knew that this man really put Chu Xiyin into his heart. I saw him stand up with the powder in his pocket, summon Shuzhang, bite his finger, and smear the abacus beads with his own blood. Ten fingers connected to the heart, he is actually using his own hard work to calculate this hexagram!

The obscure incantation sounded for a while, and a hexagram appeared on the abacus, Xue Yan looked nervously, staring at Xia Qingning with a good gaze, waiting for the answer. Seeing the hexagram Xia Qingning cried with joy, "There is good luck in the fierce, her soul is still there!"

Xue Yan was overjoyed, absorbed a little white powder on the ground and grabbed it in his hand, patted Xia Qingning on the shoulder and said, "Wait for me, I'll go back to the underworld to check and see if there is any news of her!" After that, before Xia Qingning promised, he had already sent out the Ghost King Seal and disappeared, and then the Ghost King Seal also disappeared here.

Xia Qingning put away his Zhang, because of the fatigue of the past few days and the excessive consumption of the hexagram just now, he was already a little unstable, supporting his body with cold dew with one hand to prevent himself from falling, and slowly walking out of the town with the other hand to protect those powders. "Shein, where are you?"

After walking for a long time, Xia Qingning found a coffin shop in the empty town next door. Raising his legs and walking in, he picked a satisfactory coffin, and as soon as Han Lu came out, he cut off half of his robe, wrapped it in powder, put it in, and covered the coffin.

A breeze blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, and in a rustling sound, Xia Qingning walked out of the town with a sword in one hand and a coffin in the other.

"Bang!" Han Lu went down with a sword, and a big pit appeared on the ground, Xia Qingning approached the coffin, leaned over and put his face close to the coffin lid, stroked the coffin, and said softly with deep affection: "Xiyin, I'll wait for you to come back!" I know that you will definitely not be able to give up on me, otherwise you will not come back from the underworld with great difficulty. That's your calamity, and it's mine. I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you to come back in the world, if you don't come back, even if I overturn the Six Realms, I will find you!"

The Demon Emperor returned to the Demon Realm, with a full body of exhaustion and deep self-blame.

"Uncle!" Tai Chu, who got the news, came out with a group of guards and maids.

The Demon Emperor didn't pay attention to them, but entered the palace with heavy steps. This made Tai Chu very puzzled, and the spy replied that they had won, and the Demon Emperor was dead!

The guards and maids looked puzzled and didn't dare to ask, but Tai Chu chased after them, and the nephews and uncles entered the demon emperor's dormitory one after the other.

"Uncle!" Looking at the Demon Emperor who was sitting on a rocking chair with his eyes closed, Tai Chu asked with concern: "Uncle is injured, or is there any discomfort?"

After a while, the Demon Emperor replied, "Chu Xiyin is dead!" was slapped by the Demon Emperor, and his corpse turned into powder, perhaps his soul and spiritual sense were ......, "That's the Demon Emperor's blow to kill, who can bear it except the gods?"

Tai Chu's face turned pale for a while, and his heart was occupied by guilt and anxiety, and his uncle's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he was stunned. "Dead? completely dead...... How come?"

"That's a good boy!" the Demon Emperor sighed.

Tai Chu felt that his whole body froze, he didn't know how to move out of this dormitory, remembering the dispute on the top of the flower clan hall that day, and her accusation and revenge on their mother and son on the island, Tai Chu only felt full of guilt.

However, Princess Qinglian, one of the culprits, was still meditating and practicing, her face returned to white and red, and she still looked like a beautiful and graceful young woman. She didn't know that the child she had always been deeply afraid of had killed the Demon Emperor in Lixiang Town, and she didn't know that the child didn't even have a skeleton left, only a piece of powder.

Xue Yan returned to the underworld and went directly to the Wangxiang Platform, and after not seeing Chu Xiyin's shadow all the way, he went up to the Nai He Bridge again, and after not seeing the shadow, he summoned all his ghost soldiers and asked them: "Which of you knows Chu Xiyin?"

"I ......"

"I know it too!"

"Find a painter to draw her appearance, bring me all the portraits, and find me back!" he commanded.

"Yes!" the group of ghosts pushed and left.

Xue Yan closed his eyes, and with the powder in his hand, he carefully sensed Chu Xiyin's whereabouts, but his spiritual sense extended to all corners of the underworld, but there was no shadow of Chu Xiyin. This made him frown for a while, "Strange, how can I not sense her existence? Could it be that she has fallen into some kind of fierce place again? Or is she already ......" In short, the ghost king's mood was terrible at this moment, "Xia Qingning, don't we have a fate with her?" At this moment, he would rather Chu Xiyin's soul was still there, even if her choice was Xia Qingning, it was good to be able to look at her once in a while, and it was not in vain that they met this scene.

The mad demon was in a mess in the market, looking at the bustling flow of people and people's disgusted eyes, he didn't react, the demon emperor died, and his fighting spirit and hope of living were all gone. Wearing a cloak and dirty body, and not caring about the broken legs and arms, they just stayed on the street like a lonely ghost, and the beggars who were waiting couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them put half of the steamed bun he had just gotten in front of him because of sympathy, and pushed him and persuaded him, "Brother, what can't you think of? Eat some! You haven't eaten water and rice for a few days!"

Glancing at the half steamed bun at his feet, the madman retreated back into the corner and continued to play dead. How good it would be if you could starve to death, if you die a hundred, but you have cultivated to the realm of perfection, and you can't die if you want to!

The kind-hearted beggar was not annoyed when he saw that his kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs. Who hasn't thought about this yet?

A gust of wind blew and the pouring rain fell, and the people on the street went home, and the beggars also ran to the Ghost King Temple one after another to take shelter from the rain. The beggar pulled him, "Let's go, brother, it's raining, let's take shelter!"

The madness doesn't move.

The beggar only felt that this man was as heavy as a cow, and he couldn't drag it, and finally he could only put the hat with a big hole on his head on his head, and then ran quickly to the Ghost King Temple not far away.

The next afternoon, after a night of rain and a morning of rain, the sky finally cleared. A few beggars came out of the Ghost King Temple and went back to the street to continue begging. But the strange man is still there, and the beggars are very strange, this man has been suffering from the pouring rain for so long, and has been hungry for a few days, not only has he not been sick, but he is also lying there in a dead nest, is this man beaten with iron?

"Damn, what's wrong with becoming an immortal?"

"That's it, I don't eat or drink!"

The two beggars burst into laughter.

"Brother, are you hungry?" and the beggar, the poor madman, broke half of the bread for him.

The madman still ignores people.

"Yes, it's a deaf and dumb person!" the beggar stopped talking nonsense, and put the cake into his mouth, and the other half was snatched away by the others, and he cursed and cursed, "Grab Lao Tzu's things again, you little rabbit cubs!" The others had a flattering smile on their faces, and it was important to fill their stomachs, and it was better to be scolded than to be hungry and put their chests against their backs.