The night is silent, and the stars are colorless.

Kyoto.

Kyoto is bustling, but it's late at night, and everyone is already asleep. Darkness becomes the main color here.

Dark corners, fermented garbage, permeated with rancid smells.

If it's daylight, I'm afraid that no one cares about it, and it will become the most deserted place. However, in the middle of the night, this corner full of garbage is a paradise for stray cats and dogs.

Under the cover of darkness, a few stray Shiba dogs looked up at the black sky, and then slipped to the mountain of garbage, and looked down and sniffed.

After a while, the Shiba dogs seemed to look at each other a few times, barked a few more times, and quickly disappeared into the shadows with a few discarded bones in their mouths.

In the shadows, the sound of dogs barking seems to be those Shiba dogs biting each other in order to share their food.

However, the sound was not loud, and it was quickly drowned in the silence of the night.

After a long time, those stray cats dared to tiptoe close to the place where the Shiba dogs were looking for food, quickly grabbed something, and disappeared as if they had escaped.

No matter where it is, there are the weak and the strong, no matter how cheap they are, they must be divided into three, six, nine and so on. The have the rank of the, such as these stray Shiba dogs and wild cats, compared to the same strays, the group of Shiba dogs seems to be much more noble than the wild cats.

It's just that, no matter whether it is noble or lowly, there is still intrigue and deceit within it.

Those Shiba dogs had apparently forgotten the cooperation of the party because of a few bones, so there would be a sound of biting.

If this is true of animals, how much more about people?

Kyoto, the place where drunken dreams and deaths, but the drunken dreams and deaths are only those gentlemen and eunuchs, the excitement belongs to them, and the poor and lowly people will have nothing except the daily livelihood difficulties.

In the dark night of Kyoto, except for the countless silent forests standing beside the streets, the darkly lit shops and high pavilions, and the vast imperial court, everything is intoxicated with darkness except for the glory and prosperity of the palace.

If you look at it from a high place, the black and oppressive pavilion city without lights is like a monster that can eat people, dormant and sleeping.

Occasionally, a few sparse flashes of light were the monster's pupils.

The night breeze is a little cooler, and it is early summer.

With the blowing of the night breeze, the sound of men and women laughing in those red-light incense buildings came from time to time, which brought some inexplicable restlessness to the night.

In every city, there seem to be several mysterious places, and people are often in awe of those places, and they never stop being curious.

These mysterious places are often as high as the cold, and the supreme majesty of them has some frightening bloodlust and coldness.

Kyoto, a place like this, seems to be a little bit more. There is just a pavilion, from the outside, it seems to be no different from those ordinary big families, magnificent, extremely luxurious.

However, day and night, few people have ever seen this pavilion come in and out, and even at the dark gate of the pavilion, there is not a plaque to indicate its identity.

It's like an independent region in this prosperous imperial capital, mysteriously a little lonely.

The night is like a curtain, and it has never changed its face.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a thick purple gas in the eastern sky, slowly surging from the sky, which was a little eerie.

The purple qi appeared and disappeared there, surging towards the mysterious pavilion at an extremely fast speed, and in a moment, the purple qi completely submerged into the pavilion.

The sky was back to its original shape. It's as if that purple gas has never appeared.

It's just that one of the halls, which never seemed to be lit up, was lit up with a hint of light.

In the main hall, the candles flickered, but the hall was too wide and deep, and even if all the candles were lit now, the hall was still a little dim.

The dim candlelight reflected the entire hall, but it could no longer hide the magnificence and luxury of the hall.

The golden silk carpet spreads on the ground, and the golden rays flicker, extending from the front of the main hall to the deepest part of the main hall, and the golden silk seems to be flowing slowly, like a golden river.

Every five steps, there is a red lacquered pillar embraced by five people, on which the gold leaf is carved with dragons, the dragon's eyes are dignified, and the hair is all open.

Those candles are incomparably cleverly inlaid in the mouths of each dragon, and the candlelight shines, making these dragons even more lifelike.

In the depths of the main hall, there are three black jade steps, in the middle of the highest step, there is a tall golden dragon chair, the backrest is two entwined dragon bodies, soaring clouds and fog, and the armrests are two sharp dragon claws, reflecting the candlelight, the edge flashes.

On the dragon chair, a man in a rich silk coat was half-lying there. If you look closely, you will see that the silk is woven entirely of gold thread, and every nine times there is a precious gem inlay.

It's all in one place, and it's invaluable.

It's just that, maybe the candlelight is really too weak, this hall is large and deep, and the light can't completely reflect the half-lying person in any way, only half of the body.

Thus, half of the man dressed in fine clothes was revealed in the light, and the nobility and reverence were unobstructed, while the other half was hidden in the dark, drowsy and blurred.

Two feelings appear in a person, and there is an indescribable weirdness.

Under the black jade steps, there are four maid-like people standing on the left and right, all wearing tulle like cicada wings, and their curves are exposed, and they can be seen at a glance. Although the appearance is good, they are all bowing their heads and eyebrows, silent, like wood carving clay sculptures.

This man in a gorgeous costume, facing inward, seemed to be asleep, his eyes were slightly closed, and the faint sound of breathing echoed in the hall, which was even more depressing.

Suddenly, the sleeping man seemed to sense something, rolled over, and slowly opened his eyes.

seemed to feel that the candlelight was still too bright and dazzling, frowned, and said lightly: "It's bright......"

When a maid next to her heard this, she hurriedly bowed her head in response, and walked quickly to the nearest dragon head candlestick to this person, and then took out a thin gold needle from her close-fitting coat and picked it up at the wax core of the candle.

Perhaps because of nervousness, or perhaps unintentionally making a mistake, her slender fingers had just flicked the wick twice, probably in the wrong direction, and the candle was actually brighter.

The man in the gorgeous costume suddenly opened his eyes wide, and when he looked again, he had already come to the handmaid's side, and his left hand grabbed the maid's neck like a pincer.

The maid's eyes were terrified, but they were empty for an instant, and before she could utter a word begging for mercy, her delicate body slowly slipped from his hands and fell to the ground. There is not the slightest breath of life.

On the white jade neck, there was a shocking dark red scar, and the dark red blood at the corner of the mouth flowed slowly, and there was an indescribable poignant.

The man glanced at the dead maid and said lightly: "Cheap maid......"

Then he slowly sat back on the dragon chair, casually pointed to the other maid and said lazily, "You go ......"

The maid answered, walked over to the candlestick of the dragon's head, and stirred the wick. But she passed by the dead maid, and did not look at it, as if it was not a dead body, but a cloud of air.

The candlelight became even dimmer. The figure of the man became more and more unclear, and he seemed to snort slowly: "Okay......"

The maid slowly retreated, still standing with the remaining maids. It's just that these maids are also expressionless and motionless.

The main hall was even darker and more silent. No one spoke, and he couldn't see the man's face clearly, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

I don't know how long later, there was a slight sound of footsteps in front of the main hall, and when I reached the door, the footsteps stopped.

The person on the dragon chair moved slightly, and said in a low voice: "Is Su Zhi back?"

The footsteps sounded again, and a blue-clothed figure slowly walked in.

But it was a young man, although his demeanor was respectful, but there seemed to be some gloom between his eyebrows, and there was a sickly whiteness on his face, and there was a calm gloom.

A black hair, scattered behind him, pinned with a jasper hairpin, with the footsteps, with the black hair without wind automatically, the feeling of yin owl and indifference came to the face.

He walked past the dead maid, glanced at it lightly, and then passed quietly to the bottom of the steps, saluted slightly, and said respectfully: "Su Zhi, see the God King." ”

It turned out that the person on this dragon chair was none other than the Nine Heavens God King, Mo Hu, who was showing off his might but full of ugliness when the Liwu Sect recruited disciples three years ago.

And this is where the center of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall is located.

It's just that, except for the same face, his whole person's aura seems to be a different person.

Cold, introverted, and scheming.

It's the exact opposite of the high-flying Mo Hu three years ago.

Not only that, Mo Hu's cultivation seems to have improved much more than three years ago, just by virtue of his sudden killer of the maid, that strength seems to faintly exceed the realm of Jindan Fivefold.

In the past three years, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, which has to be surprising.

Mo Hu seemed to be very happy about the arrival of this young man named Su Zhi, and there was a faint smile on his face, and he said kindly: "Don't be busy talking first, wait for me to let them light up the wax lamp, look at you carefully, and then we will talk." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand to the maid next to him.

It seems that this young man named Su Zhi is really not ordinary, the Nine Heavens God King has never liked light, so no matter day or night, this Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall almost never has too bright light.

But because of the Su Zhi in front of him, he ordered someone to light up the candlelight, but it was very unusual.

It's just that this Su Zhi doesn't seem to be frightened, and his face is as usual. Na Mo Hu didn't seem to care.

Wait for the maid to light the wick again. God King Mo suddenly pointed to the chair beside him and said with a light smile, "Sit down and talk." ”

Su Zhi arched his hand and sat down without refusing.

Mo Hu seemed to show his closeness, and moved his body towards Su Zhi's side before saying, "Su Zhi, is the matter done?"

Su Zhi nodded and said, "He's back...... However, the golden pill has been shattered, and only the last soul has been brought back by me, and all the men I brought with me have died. ”

Mo Hu nodded slightly, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. After a while, he said: "He asked for it, I can't complain about you, you have worked hard." ”

With that, with a wave of his hand, the standing maids slowly retreated, and when they left, they carried the maid who had been dead for a long time with them.

In the main hall, only Mo Hu and Su Zhi were left.

Mo Hu then said, "You let him out." ”

Su Zhi hesitated again and again, and finally said, "I don't know how the God King fell to him?"

Mo Hu looked at him with a faint smile, and said in a voice that was neither yin nor yang: "Su Zhi, I'm afraid this is not what you should ask......

Su Zhi was stunned for a moment, and unexpectedly laughed and said: "However, since you asked, I won't hide it from you, he caused the entire Huangquan Hall to fall, and he also lost his life, if you hadn't acted in time, I'm afraid he would have been a non-existent person a long time ago, what is the use of keeping such goods!"

When Su Zhi heard this, he hurriedly arched his hand, and said earnestly: "God King thinks twice, Huangquantang ......"

Mo suddenly waved his hand to interrupt him and said, "No need to say more, you just let him out!"

Su Zhi saw that he had made up his mind, so he didn't say more, nodded, and stood up.

At some point, he took out a small dark red banner and shook it gently.

The dark red light of the small banner suddenly increased, and with that light, a purple mist spread out from the small banner.

If anyone sees this purple mist, they will know that this purple mist is the same as the purple mist that disappeared in the Kyoto sky.

The purple mist gradually converged in one place, and it turned into a transparent human form.

As soon as the figure appeared, he saw Mo Hu sitting on the dragon chair, and hurriedly fell down to worship, his voice was miserable, and he said with a cry: "God King save me! God King save me!"

Mo Hu glanced at the figure coldly, and snorted lightly: "Huangquan Hall Master, a mediocre disciple of the Sect of Sorrow, you actually caught up with all the people of Huangquan Hall, and your own golden pill was still shattered, it is really stupid!"

It turned out that this figure turned out to be one of the four halls of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall - the purple-clothed hall master of the Huangquan Hall.

It's just that this Huangquan Hall Master's Jin Dan has already been crushed by Lin Yizhi, and logically speaking, it has already been destroyed, but for some reason, it would appear here in such a strange way.

After Mo Hu finished speaking, he pointed at Su Zhi and said, "If it weren't for Su Protector's foreknowledge in advance, he took the soul banner and went to collect your soul before your soul flew away, how could you come back!"

The soul of the Huangquan Hall Master hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Thank you God King for helping, Xie Su protecting the Dharma to save me!" I just hope that the God King will be merciful and use the Nine Heavens Secret Technique to help me reshape my physical body!"

Mo Hu seemed to nodded, and then turned his head to Su Zhi and said: "That Lin Yizhi of the Sect of Sorrow is really hateful, Su Protector, you take my hand and go to the blue-clothed hall master of the Soulless Hall, and ask him to go and kill that Lin Yizhi, just tell him to be cautious, don't learn from the people of Huangquan Hall......"

Su Zhi arched his hand, glanced at the soul of this Huangquan Hall Master again, and turned to leave.

When Su Zhi walked away, Mo Hu seemed to sigh and said, "It's a seedling, it's just that people are too upright......"

Then he turned his head and said lukewarmly to the soul of the Huangquan Hall Master: "You come with me......"

The soul of the Huangquan Hall Master thought that Mo Hu was going to save him, but the human figure was a little excited, and hurriedly followed behind Mo Hu.

Mo Hu and the soul of the Lord of the Yellow Spring Hall left the main hall of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall and went to the back.

Walking through the courtyard of the house, I walked through many dark corridors, and there was a stone gate in front of me.

Mo Hu gently pushed the stone door open, and a cold and damp breath came to his face.

Inside the stone gate, you can see the lights, and by the faint light, you can see that there are layers of unfathomable steps, leading straight to the ground, but you can't see the end of the steps anyway.

Mo Hu glanced inside twice, and then walked in, and Shaoqing let out an empty voice from inside: "Follow up......"

The master of Huangquan Hall hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

The stone steps behind this stone gate meander and descend from each other, and it really seems to lead to the underground.

It's just that there seems to be no end, and the deeper and deeper it goes, the cold air is pressing. From time to time, there was the damp musty smell and the bloody smell from nowhere, faintly emerging from the depths.

Mo Hu and the spirit walked for a long time, and suddenly heard a commotion in front of him, and the sound was like the sound of flowing water.

The spirit of the master of Huangquan Hall was wondering how there could be the sound of water flowing in the depths of the earth. I felt that the front suddenly opened up, and it was much more spacious.

Mo Hujing walked forward, and the spirit of the master of Huangquan Hall followed behind him, and he didn't dare to ask, only feeling that the bloody aura was getting thicker and thicker.

Mo stopped suddenly, pointed to the front and said slowly to the Huangquan Hall master's soul: "You, do you know how the front was formed?"

The spirit of the master of Huangquan Hall looked at Mo Hu's point, and couldn't help but be extremely shocked.

About five feet in front of him, there was a huge pool, and this pool was full of red liquid.

The air was filled with blood, and it was sober to tell him what this red liquid was.

It's blood.

The pool of red blood was still flowing slowly, rolling, and from time to time bursts of blood flowers rippled, and the blood flowers seemed to carry incomparable resentment, hideous, weird, and terrifying.

In front of his eyes, there was clearly an unfathomable, huge pool of blood.

The master of Huangquan Hall felt an inexplicable panic, and his voice began to tremble: "God King...... It's ......"

Mo suddenly laughed gloomily: "Don't you know? Okay, then the king will tell you that this is the forbidden place of my Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace." And what you see is the source of the supreme power of my Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace-Draining Blood Pool!"

As he spoke, a trace of madness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his voice became a little trembling and sharp because of his heart: "Do you want to know where this pool of blood came from?"

The master of Huangquan Hall was already frightened and incoherent, Mo suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and his laughter was cold and incomparably crazy: "This pool of blood is the accumulation of the essence and blood of all the death row prisoners and ghosts for millions of years, how about it, do you feel its horror, its gloom, its resentment to the sky? That kind ......of resentment, that kind of fierceness, does it make you intoxicated and make you crazy?"

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and walked towards the pool of blood, sniffing deeply with his nose at the thick bloody breath in the air as he walked.

He walked to the pool of blood, picked up a handful of bright red blood with his hand, and then leaned to his nose, and while smelling it, he was very intoxicated and said, "It's really fragrant, exciting, and blood-pumping...... It's the most wonderful masterpiece in the world......"

Then, with a flick of the blood in his hand, the blood splashed on the humanoid soul, and it made a noise, and a few wisps of green smoke suddenly came out of the humanoid soul's body.

The original complete human form suddenly had a few more thrilling holes, and it was extremely ugly.

The humanoid soul seemed to be in pain, grinning its teeth, and screaming again and again, "The God King will spare me...... The God King will spare me!"

When Na Mo suddenly saw this scene, he seemed to be more and more crazy and excited, and he danced with his hands and feet, and roared wildly in his mouth: "Spare you...... I'm just sparing you...... You see, you have become a part of this pool of blood, this is your glory and glory, don't you be happy, don't you want to?"

When the humanoid soul heard this, it screamed even more, and begged in a loud voice: "Don't ...... the god king The God King thinks twice...... I don't want to...... I don't want to!"

Mo Flicker's face turned cold, and he said fiercely: "I can't help you!" After that, the originally normal left hand suddenly stretched out more than five feet, and the five fingers were stuck in the choking throat of the humanoid soul.

The humanoid soul still wanted to forgive, but it couldn't make a sound, so it could only scrape and kick.

Na Mo Hu did not hesitate at all, and with a force of more than five zhang long arms, he lifted the humanoid soul straight into the air, and then shook it fiercely.

The humanoid soul was thrown into the pool of blood like a kite with a broken string.

The humanoid soul struggled and fluttered in the blood of the Draining Blood Pool for a while, and the transparent humanoid figure rose and fell, and finally completely submerged in the Draining Blood Pool, merging with the blood water in the pool.

The eyes of the Nine Heavens God King Mo suddenly disappeared as the humanoid soul gradually disappeared, and then slowly became cold and gloomy again.

Countless terrifying red bloodlines suddenly appeared in his pupils, and then the luxurious gold silk and gemstone clothes on his entire body slowly fell off.

Gradually, the naked body gradually appeared.

It's just that what is unexpected is that every inch of his body is densely covered with such red bloodshots, like one terrible scar after another, ugly and terrifying.

Then, he slowly stepped into the pool of blood.

Suddenly, the blood in the blood pool began to become violent and agitated, and the entire blood pool seemed to suddenly boil.

There were bubbling blood bubbles and hot air, and blood kept pouring towards the ink.

At this moment, Mo Hu was like a blood-soaked monster, opening his bloody mouth and greedily sucking the blood in the pool.

The voice was empty and bloodthirsty and cold: "Come on...... Come on...... Ninety-nine remaining...... I will rule the world......"

Blood is surging. The figure of the Nine Heavens God King gradually became indistinguishable......

............

A mansion not far from the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace.

The red light outside the gate reflects the plaque of the gate, which is the word Sufu.

In the main hall of the Su Mansion, the lights are bright and the facilities are complete, but they are not luxurious, and even a little old.

A quiet and elegant woman wearing a thick white fox fur was leaning under the eaves and looking towards the gate, her apricot eyes full of anxiety and worry.

She seemed to be very delicate, and her fair face seemed to be a little pale and sickly. It should be that his body is not very well, and he has some illness. Otherwise, the weather in early summer, although it is not too hot, there is no need to wear a thick fox fur.

"Squeak-" The door slowly opened, and the blue shadow flickered. A young man strode in.

It is the protector of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace-Su Zhi.

When the woman under the eaves saw that it was him, a hint of joy appeared on her face, and after a little thought, she coughed violently.

Su Zhi took three steps and made two steps, came to her side, and said slowly: "Jinxue, it's cold outside, your body is weak, if I return late in the future, don't wait for me like this......"

It took a long time for the woman who was called Jinxue to stop coughing, and said with a smile: "Su Zhi, I'm just worried about your ......"

Su Zhi smiled and said, "What do I have to worry about, the God King's favor to me is growing, Jinxue, you are too worried." ”

Jinxue shook her head and said, "I don't know his character...... Su Zhi...... You're going to stay up late tonight?"

Su Zhi helped her into the main hall, brought a charcoal stove, lit a charcoal fire, and then pushed her in front of Jinxue and said, "You can warm up...... Tomorrow I'm going to inform the Soulless Hall, there are a lot of things in my hands, I'll take care of it in the main hall tonight, you are tired and go to sleep first, I am here, you can call me if you have something. ”

Jin Xue didn't say anything more, nodded, glanced at Su Zhi again, sighed, and turned to the small hall next to the main hall.

Na Su Zhi waited for her to walk for a long time, and then slowly stood up and blew out all the candles in the main hall.

All of a sudden, the entire main hall was dark.

Only the fire in the charcoal furnace beside him was faintly lit, emitting a little light.

The light was misty and reflected on Su Zhi's face, and on top of that handsome face, it seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost and snow.

In the darkness, he slowly took out something like a jade slip from his arms.

It's just that the color of the jade slip is not pure green, but a trace of black gas in the green.

Yu Jian slowly suspended in mid-air, tinkling, as if singing something.

There was a vicissitudes and sadness in Su Zhi's eyes. He didn't say a word, staring directly at the floating jade slip, not knowing what to think.

After a while, he accepted the jade slip, and then walked to the table, and with a "snap-" sound, it seemed that a certain box had been opened.

Then, he took out a wooden plaque with words engraved on it from the box. Holding it in his hand for a long time, he came to the charcoal stove again.

seemed to say to himself: "Huangquan Hall is finished...... You'll be the next one to perish......"

The last half of the sentence is a little ruthless and decisive.

With that, he threw the wooden card in his hand at the charcoal stove.

After a while, the wooden sign caught fire, and the fire rose, reflecting the two words on the wooden card, which were clearly recognizable: soulless.

After Su Zhi finished doing this, he looked at the fire in the charcoal stove in front of him without saying a word, completely burning the wooden card to ashes.

In his eyes, it seemed that like this charcoal furnace, a flame rose up, and the flame burned fiercely.

After a long time, the fire was finally extinguished.

There was no more light.

In the dark, Su Zhi said softly: "Jinxue...... Did you sleep......"

There seemed to be a soft response from the side room next to the main hall: "Hmm......"

Footsteps ......

Finally, everything was quiet in the darkness.