Immediately afterwards, Jialan told Ye Qianqiu a story.

The world in the story is one, and there is no so-called five directions and nine shadows. The world composed of the five directions, the nine shades, and the nine heavens that have not yet appeared is called Wilderness.

There is a master in the wilderness, a god who has no joy or sorrow, and sees all the things of the world. God created the waste, and He created all the creatures in the wasteland.

All the rules of the wilderness are made by God. Then, God used these rules to restrain the creatures living in the wilderness. And the creatures that live here call this world the Great Wilderness.

However, the dull days seemed to be very long, and God grew tired of watching the living beings. So, he put down the shelf and turned into a mortal. Take the beings he has created and practice diligently.

However, after the power of mortals is strong, it is followed by the strength of desire, and then the whole great wilderness is destroyed by the struggle between the two groups of people. Then, the angry god sealed the two groups of people, one group was sealed in the Nine Heavens, and the other group was sealed in the Nine Heavens. The gods used to seal these two groups of people were twelve artifacts.

A god puts down the shelf and creates the world for people to spoil at will. Ye Qianqiu really couldn't understand the logic of this god's thinking.

"Then why did the seniors go to ......" After a little hesitation, Ye Qianqiu still asked the question: "Ruined the underworld?"

Not to mention that Jialan is a Buddhist cultivator, even Jialan is an ordinary monk, and he should not slaughter weak human beings casually. Even in Central Continent, those most inhumane evil cultivators rarely do such a thing as slaughtering cities!

"The river of blood below the underworld is one of the twelve seals. The originally sealed Golden Crow was released, and in order to ensure that the seal continued, another artifact could only be forced into the seal and the seal was temporarily sealed. Jialan replied.

"Why do seniors care so much about this seal?" Ye Qianqiu asked.

"Do you still want to experience a battle of ancient immortals and demons?" Jia Lan replied, "Whether it is Jiuyou or Jiuxiao, there are many monks who are in the Ascension Stage for you. Longevity and heaven are qi, immortal and immortal. These existences can only be sealed, if they are allowed to return to the Great Wilderness, how will mortals like you live when the time comes?"

Ye Qianqiu swallowed heavily.

"What do you want us to do?" After relieving himself, Ye Qianqiu asked again.

The gods fight, and the imps suffer. The strength of Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong is also the level of a little ghost. Jialan, a bigwig-level existence, destroys the city when he destroys the city, and kills people when he kills, and he doesn't need to explain it to them at all.

"I want the artifact in your hands. Jialan's answer was neat.

What the?

Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong glanced at each other, and they both saw hesitation in each other's gazes. They do have artifacts in their hands, but the artifacts in their hands are all related to them as teachers, friends and relatives, so how can they hand them over casually.

"Senior ......"

Before Ye Qianqiu's words were finished, Jialan spoke again, this time in a somewhat aggressive tone: "Whether you hand it over or not, I have to get it." ”

When he said this, his eyes were already red, and the light on his body was also flickering, and it was obvious that he could transform at any time.

Before Ye Qianqiu could respond, a white light burst out of her body, turning into a white tiger with wings on its back, it was Xiaoyun. After Xiaoyun let out a low roar, he spoke to Jialan: "I am her artifact, I can go with you, you have to let her go." ”

At the same time, Xiaohong also slipped off Wei Lingkong's neck.

Jialan smiled and stretched out her hand towards the two artifacts, the one in her hand was a tray, there were twelve positions on the tray, two streamers slashed, Xiaoyun and Xiaohong turned into a sword and a ding, and landed on the tray.

"Xiaoyun!Xiaohong!" Ye Qianqiu's eyes widened, but he found that he couldn't move.

By the time she could move again, she and Wei Lingkong were no longer in the house. Even the bamboo forest has disappeared, and there are only blood clans around them that are still shrouded in sadness.

It's as if listening to the story just now was like a dream. However, Ye Qianqiu was sure that it was definitely not a dream, because Xiaoyun and Xiaohong were gone.

"Little Red. Wei Lingkong's muttering voice came from beside him, and it was obvious that he hadn't recovered from Xiao Hong's departure.

Ye Qianqiu didn't ease her mind, although Xiaoyun didn't reunite with her for a long time, she didn't do a lot of things along the way. But in Ye Qianqiu's heart, Xiaoyun is an elder like his father.

Ye Qianqiu never thought that Xiaoyun would leave her like this.

"It's them, it's them, as soon as they appeared, there was a movement on the ground, causing the anger of the blood river and provoking the Buddha ......" Countless voices echoed in Ye Qianqiu's ears.

The blood clan pointed to the source of the disaster that had just happened to Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong. The two people who suddenly appeared soon became the targets of the blame.

In this case, even if Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong had a hundred mouths, they would not be able to argue with this group of irrational blood clans.

The only thing that can be done is to retreat.

The sword in Wei Lingkong's hand hid its brilliance. Carrying the two of them to the other side of the river of blood.

"Chiaki. Wei Lingkong, who successfully landed, turned pale.

Ye Qianqiu's hand trembled, and then, she summoned a thousand changes. Xiaoyun is not an artifact that belongs to Ye Qianqiu, although it has been by Ye Qianqiu's side for a long time like an arrow, but it has never recognized the master.

The artifact that truly recognizes Ye Qianqiu as the main is a thousand changes.

"Change, I don't know what to do anymore. Ye Qianqiu hugged Qianchang in his arms and spoke a little helplessly. Since he was impressed by Qianchang with his strength, Ye Qianqiu has never been so helpless.

"It's that I'm not strong enough. Wei Lingkong suddenly spoke. He could understand Ye Qianqiu's feelings, this feeling of being forced to hand over his companions, Wei Lingkong didn't like it very much.

The people of the blood clan were sad on the other side of the river, and Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong were equally sad on this side of the river.

The two of them could not continue to grieve anymore, and after calming their own people, Chihui crossed the river to find them as soon as possible.

Unlike the others in the Netherworld, Chi Hui didn't have much hostility towards Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong. What really made him hate was Jialan, who ruined the underworld and forced his brother to death.

Like Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong, no matter how much he hated, he couldn't take revenge, the gap in strength, the moment Jialan broke the city, Chihui was already very clear.

"I can't send you to Mengdu now, I can't do without me here. Chihui said as he handed over a piece of metal: "This is what we use to communicate, I have explained your affairs, and when you go to Mengdu, they will arrange for you." ”

"What about you?"

"This is our home, we have to pack it up. Chihui turned his head and looked at the city across the river: "Although my brother has gone, we still have the same clan outside, and when they come back, they can't even have no home." ”

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