Zenzi showed a hint of compassion on his face and said, "I have never experienced what happened before. Now I think about it. It is indeed a bit inappropriate for seniors to act, but..."

Suddenly, the voice of Bai Zhenren came from the sky: "What's wrong? Zen, please be careful."

Her voice sounded a little dull, but extremely tough, and she seemed even colder.

Snow suddenly fell over Chaoge City.

A voice that was even colder than that of Bai Zhenren was heard.

"There are many inappropriate things. First of all, did Zhongzhou think about where I would place my Qingshan?"

The three-foot cold sword broke through the wind and snow. The solemn old man standing on the sword was naturally the Qingshan sword Luyuan Riding Whale.

Yuan Qijing looked at somewhere in the sky and looked at the expressionless face, then looked at the Emperor of the Underworld, but did not say anything.

Emperor Ming looked at him and said with a smile: "You should have heard that I said that it is better to die than to live like this."

Yuan Qijing was silent for a while and said, "But you have lived for six hundred years."

Emperor Ming said: "Dieting silently is naturally different from the situation at this time."

Chaoge City was shocked today, and the strong human race arrived, but still could not stop him from dying with the ancestor of Zhongzhou Sect.

This way of dying is considered valuable and interesting.

Bai Zhenren could no longer bear it, and his voice rang over Chaoge City like thunder.

"Do you think you can end all the time if you die? If the Dragon God of my sect is damaged, I will go to your underworld tribe and kill ten thousand people of your clan to bury him with his burial!"

"The human race is really complicated. Some people are interesting, some people are boring, some people believe, and some people do not."

Emperor Ming looked at the sky and said slightly, "Your surname is Bai, and I think it is the daughter of that person. He is a boring and unbeliever. What qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

Bai Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Are you really not afraid?"

The Emperor of the Underworld really ignored her and looked at Zenzi and said, "Are you sure she makes sense to go to my Underworld tribe to kill tens of people?"

Zenzi smiled and said, "Of course not."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

If Canglong is really dead, Bai Zhenren will kill someone to vent his anger, and he and Guocheng Temple will come forward to stop him.

Emperor Ming was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would really answer like this, and then burst into laughter.

"You little doll is interesting, I think you have a letter, it's good."

Zenzi was about to continue persuasion, but was stopped by the Emperor of the Underworld, and asked back: "Will you let me go back?"

There was a quiet sky above Chaoge City.

Regardless of whether the human powerhouses were shameless or not, the matter had been done, and no one would let him go.

Whether it is a Maozhai or a Zen master, let alone the Zhongzhou school.

"Then there is no need to say it."

Emperor Ming said with emotion, then turned around and looked at Canglong.

At this time, he was like a speck of dust in front of Canglong, but for some reason he looked taller than Canglong.

"Your realm is so high and your dragon breath is so powerful that your dragon teeth can penetrate the hardest things in the world, why did it fall to this point now?"

Emperor Ming looked at Canglong and asked seriously.

The sky above Chaoge City was quieter, and people knew that what they heard next might be the last sentence left by the Emperor of the Underworld to the world.

"Because you are too greedy and always want to eat more things into your own belly. These greeds are poisonous, and what you eat into your belly will eventually become a burden to you."

The Emperor of the Underworld said with his hands behind his back: "There is a wide world in the pot. This is a good thing. It is indeed free to stay in it. But if you sit in the pot for many years and watch the sky, your vision will become smaller and smaller. Until the end, you will never have the courage and desire to leave the pot. You just want to live like this, and be defeated by greed. So what is the difference between living and dying like this? So you will die today."

After saying this, he turned around and his eyes brushed across Liu Ci, Shenhuang, Tan Zhenren, and Zenzi's face, and looked at Yuan Qi Whale deeply.

Then he looked up and looked at somewhere in the sky, where Bai Zhenren should be.

"You human race is as greedy as this dragon, so will you die in the future?"

That's all.

A jade bone slowly flew out of Canglong's mouth and fell into the hands of Emperor Ming.

This is the remains of the giant monster that has remained in the Bitan for many years.

Emperor Ming raised the jade bone to his lips and blew a song.

The song has no ups and downs, but is just leisurely, calm and elegant, not sad, unhappy, and has no emotions.

His flute sounded like a breeze, which was meaningless.

The waves appear on the lake surface, which is the problem of water.

Ten thousand pine trees become stunning, that is the problem of trees.

The melodious sound of flute echoed over Chaoge City, as if it could smooth people's hearts and the waves in the river.

“What kind of song is this?”

Bu Qiuxiao felt something and asked softly.

"Lullaary of the Styx."

Zenzi said: "After the death of the people of the Ming tribe, they are buried in the Styx River, and relatives and friends will play this song on the banks of the river, praying for the tranquility of the waves so that the sleeping deceased will not be disturbed."

After the song.

The soul of the Emperor of the Underworld floats in the wind.

The Canglong no longer had a breath and slowly fell to the ground.

What followed was a rain.

A whistle of extreme anger and pain came from Yunmeng Mountain in the distance.

That was the squeal of the Qilin.

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...

After more than ten days of that spring rain, Chaoge City gradually returned to normal.

The Zhongzhou School Hanshi Valley and Qingshan Sect Shiyue Peak led the leadership. The practitioners of various major sects worked together to repair the damaged streets and buildings in no time. The people were finally allowed to return to the city. Seeing the brand new house, many people were shocked and unable to speak. Other losses in the house would be compensated by the court.

As for the shock that day would bring to the people, it is not within the scope of the court's consideration.

In the evening of that day, the newly restored Taichang Temple convened an extremely important meeting.

How to divide the losses caused by the Demon Prison Incident is naturally one of the issues, but that is a trivial matter.

What is really important is to find out the reason for the shocking change in the Demon Suppression Prison.

Great things like Liu Ci have already returned to the mountain gate, but things have to be found out.

Except for Shuiyue'an, all sects have come, a total of 37 sects are the main participants in the Meihui Association in previous years, and representatives from the Fengdao Sect and even the Xihai Sword Sect attended.

The person who presided over the meeting was not the Duke of Lu, the Minister of Taichang Temple, nor the Duke of Heguo, but the Chief Monk of the Literature Hall of Guocheng Temple.

As the plenipotent representative of Zen and the abbot of Guocheng Temple, this monk was recognized by all participants.

After the monks of the Sea Crossing the Sea began, no one spoke in Taichang Temple, silent and depressed.

Some representatives of some sects felt even more uneasy when they thought that Canglong's remains were still underground under their seats.

The person involved was the one who broke the silence in the end.

The word "involved" here is not only about being present at that time, but also because he has the closest relationship with the Demon Suppression Prison.

Now everyone knows that the Demon Suppression Prison is the Zhongzhou Sect’s divine beast Canglong.
Chapter completed!