The prodigal son was curious.

I wonder what Emperor Yi tried to find out.

Emperor Yi would not think that a Nine Babies would be able to get the Prodigal Feather, but he still fooled the Nine Babies here, but it was just a little temptation, knowing himself and knowing the other in order to survive a hundred battles.

The prodigal son is hiding too deeply, so deep that no one in the Three Realms can really find out his bottom now, so he is very safe.

Emperor Yi also had some scruples and would never dare to kill him blatantly, so the prodigal son feather was safer, otherwise it would not be the ninth baby, but the four elephants and twenty-eight nights of Gou Chen, so the prodigal son feather would not be able to escape even if he had great ability.

Emperor Yi can't afford to take responsibility, Gou Chen is not stupid and won't come out of this, the prodigal son Yu is looking forward to Emperor Yi's means, so he can only sneak around, this time Jiuying came, next time I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with.

Because the prodigal son Yu killed the nine babies and gave the emperor a surprise.

The nine babies are not easy to deal with, even the old nine babies are not easy to deal with, but the prodigal son Yu won easily, and it was a fluke to win, but the emperor didn't know.

It's really a fluke, if it weren't for the fact that Jiuying was old, if it weren't for Jiuying's eagerness to ask God for a quick victory, if it weren't for Shennong's technique of standing on the ground and supporting the sky to give Jiuying too much impact, if it weren't for ...... There are too many coincidences, maybe not coincidences, the prodigal son will always be glad that he knows more and knows more.

If Jiuying is fighting steadily, maybe the prodigal son Yu can only flee in a hurry, the blow that Shennong gave to Jiuying is too big, he spent hundreds of years researching against Shennong, the result is wrong, the prodigal son Yu won, and the nine babies will die.

Whether it is the rapid body method or easy step, whether it is the ever-changing Taoist canon, whether it is the splitting axe of the punishment or the technique of standing on the ground to support the sky, it does not belong to the prodigal son, so it is not used to take advantage of it, and it can only coax people for the master, but it is still safe to use it for self-protection, and no one knows who really belongs to the prodigal son, and I am afraid that the prodigal son feather himself will forget.

The Chaos Bead truly belonged to the Prodigal Feather, and it also exerted its true power, if it weren't for the face-to-face face, no one in the Three Realms would be able to easily find his whereabouts.

The prodigal son Yu really wanted to fight with the emperor again and again, but it was important, and he could only live up to the good intentions, and try it again when he had time, to see who he could deceive, and the emperor would never dare to end up in person.

Emperor Yi knew that Jiuying was dead, he was very angry, laughing and angry, angry Jiuying did not fight, he died when he died, no matter what means the prodigal Ziyu used, the dead man was useless, and it was not completely useless, at least no one knew that he had come into contact with Jiuying, after all, his reputation was too bad, although he knew that Jiuying was difficult to kill the prodigal child, and it was just a verbal word to lead him to become a god, but he was also afraid that Jiuying would be messing around, and he secretly came up with all kinds of means, which was no longer needed.

There are a lot of stupid people in the Three Realms, but there are very few stupid people with great magical powers, at least Tianpeng and Gou Chen are not stupid, it is rare to meet a nine infants, but they died, Emperor Yi is also a little pity in his heart, thinking about what other fools can be used by him.

Although there are few stupid supernatural powers, it is not without it after all, Di Yi soon had a clue, but he also soon found that he had lost the trace of the prodigal son feather.

The emperor knew that he was going to wait again, and the prodigal son feather would eventually come up, he couldn't hide it, and he wouldn't want to hide it. I also secretly hated the old slippery head in my heart, which made him lose the initiative again and become passive.

The heavens and stars couldn't find a trace of a person for five years, and Emperor Yi also thought of a treasure of the Three Realms made by the essence of Taisu at the beginning of the opening of the sky, and he didn't think wrong, so Jiuying quickly found the prodigal son, but unfortunately now the prodigal son feather has also found out, and some people are not offended on both sides.

With the help of the Chaos Bead, the prodigal son Yu got rid of it very easily, and easily came to the southwest of the flood wilderness.

The prodigal son feather looked sadly at the land in front of him, gray and gray, not much better than chaos, this was originally also the land of fish and salt, there was vigorous vitality, and there was also a beautiful goddess.

A beautiful and arrogant goddess, the gods bow down under her skirt, but she disdains, she is alone.

Beauty loves heroes, and so does the goddess, she also fell in love with a hero, and gave everything for him, leaving only this sky-high resentment.

This is a forbidden place, a forbidden place in the Three Realms, the living soul is extinct, few people dare to set foot on it, and the prodigal son does not want to come, but he must come, there is something he needs here.

The resentment is sky-high, visible to the naked eye, even if you go through the Nine Shades, you can't find a more yin and evil resentment than this, which can make people's hearts palpitate, and the prodigal son Yu also palpitates.

The resentment here has affected the order of the Three Realms, Tianpeng has dealt with it, the Taiqing God has also come, and the ghost emperors of the five directions have come, but here is still the resentment of the sky.

It's too tricky, the grievances here are too pure and wide, I'm afraid that even if Di Jun comes in person, it won't be able to solve it.

The power of resentment is not great, the prodigal son Yu has great powers, and with a small body protection divine light, he will not be able to hurt his body, but he will be sad.

It's not terrible to hurt your body, it's over to endure it, it's even harder to be sad, just standing on the side, the prodigal son Yu can't smile anymore, and it's difficult to maintain the spring of the sign.

I don't know what floated into the eyes of the prodigal son, rubbing it vigorously, his eyes were red, and his heart was sore.

After a meditation spell, the prodigal son Yu was much better, but there was always a sense of melancholy in his heart, and he went inside.

The gloomy resentment cut off everything, and the prodigal son Yu pretended to be calm and walked into the gloom, there was no light, no darkness, and some were just endless resentment, gray and gray, and this place seemed to be another world.

The wind is blowing, the black fog is long, people don't change the direction, and the prodigal son can not distinguish the upper and lower directions, so he can only walk forward quietly.

Tirelessly moving forward, it will not stop, even if you know that you may be going around in circles, you can only move forward.

From time to time, the voice of sorrow sounded, and the prodigal son feather understood for the first time what fear was, and his heart beat faster, making people want to escape.

If he could escape, the prodigal son Yu would have left in a hurry, but he couldn't escape, he could only move forward.

The anger of resentment kept coming, it was very uncomfortable, it was really uncomfortable, and it was accompanied by panic, and the prodigal son Yu finally understood why the living people did not enter here, even if the gods in the sky retreated.

I don't know how long I walked, a tear appeared in my tears, and gradually there were more and more tears, and the heart of the prodigal son was becoming more and more sad, more and more bitter, more and more sad, so sour that people couldn't walk quickly, and just wanted to cry on the ground.

The nameless grief infected the prodigal son, and the tears also changed from gurgling water to surging rivers rushing down, wetting his upper body until his whole body was wet and did not stop.

Fortunately, the prodigal Ziyu has a good strength, and he has also learned the meditation mantra, otherwise I am afraid that he would have died of dehydration long ago, and the tears that flowed out were almost a river, and the prodigal Ziyu couldn't help but bring a trace of joy.

Although he couldn't walk sadly, the prodigal son had no reason not to rejoice, because he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

Gradually, a big river appeared in front of the prodigal son, and the prodigal son feather could only see through a zhang, saying that the river had actually become a lake, because the upper and lower streams had been cut off.

The water is black, and the black vapor is steaming above, which is blacker than the weak water, and the weak water is really black, but the water is the heart is black, and the heart is already black, and the eyes are full of whiteness in the past.

The once beautiful mountains and rivers, the once blue salt water, now only black, the black fog that permeated it, although it was full of tears, the prodigal son Yu also sighed in choking.

He had found his target, but he hadn't found it, this was her and not her, she was everywhere in this black fog, but nowhere to be found.

The prodigal son feather had no good plan, so he could only endure his grief along the river, and the lake continued to walk and continue to seek.

I am very careful, I can only see a foot of land, and if I am not careful, I am afraid that this lake will disappear in my eyes, and I will want to cry without tears. Very careful, so it is also very slow, fortunately, the prodigal son Yu has enough time, and can only patiently walk along the coast step by step.

This lake is not big, the prodigal son can step on it in one step, but it is not small, he can only pace in small steps.

It may be a long time, and it may have appeared in front of you in the next moment, this is luck, and the luck of the prodigal son has always been good.

The sobbing sound of the faint and complaining was very faint, but it could not escape the ears of the prodigal son, and he rushed towards the complaint with tears and laughter for a while, very quickly and quickly.

Really soon, in an instant, a beautiful and thin white back has appeared in front of the prodigal son.

Very thin, as if a breeze can be blown away, but it is really beautiful, a back will fascinate the prodigal son, looking at it affectionately.

Lying on the edge of the lake, looking at the black mist of the lake, he cried softly, not loudly, but a thin back can already make people feel the grief in it, deeply immersed in grief and self-pity, isolated from the surroundings, ignoring the prodigal son, Gu Ying self-pity.

Grief can be contagious, and the prodigal son Yu has also prostrated himself and looked at the miserable back in front of him, crying in a low voice.

The back was crying very sadly, and the prodigal son was crying very sadly, so sad that he couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful scenery, and he didn't dare to disturb, so he could only lie behind his back and mourn.

The two kneeling were weak, the tears were pouring down uncontrollably, and the crying had no strength, so they could only sobbed in a low voice, but the prodigal son feather was not beautiful and dwarfed.

I can't control myself when I cry in the end, I really can't control it, in fact, the prodigal Ziyu doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want to be sad, he has never been so uncomfortable, he wants to wake up the crying figure, but he can't do it, and he has never been so powerless.

Since he couldn't do it, he could only bear it silently until he dried up the last tear, and he was choking in a low voice, unable to extricate himself.

Misty, in the black fog, quiet, only two choked figures remained, two white sorrows, grief-stricken.

Coincidentally, the prodigal son Yu never wore white clothes before, but after meeting Concubine Mi, he wore it, and he was no longer so chic.

Two fluttering figures in white clothes wept and choked in the wind.

This kind of picture is definitely the most beautiful, and you can't find anything more beautiful than this.

Although the surroundings are dark and misty, there is an endless atmosphere of resentment, so that the creatures dare not approach, but it does not destroy the beauty in the slightest, but adds a bit of poignancy.

It's beautiful.