The word "王王" is included in the volume, which is called the spirit of the Houtu refining gold through fire. It is a spiritual object specially used by the gods to restrain Sasu during their lifetime.
In fact, all the gods in the four realms have such checks and balances.
Although these spiritual objects almost dissipated their spiritual power after the four gods lost control, they were extraordinary things that had been exposed to the breath of the gods, and there were some disasters in the world.
"So 'Ba Mei' is not talking about a monster." Koizumi seemed to understand a few words. After sighing, Han Shanji burst into tears.
"Why are you hitting me?" The boy was in a raging fire, like a little beast.
"It's best not to let your father hear such words, otherwise he will throw you into the abyss."
"Go..." Koizumi rubbed her head resentfully and muttered: "The gods have been dead for so long, what's the use of knowing these?"
"Of course you don't understand..." Han Shan Ji's words were deep, and the silk threads of the Xuan Shun's spiritual literature were wrapped back into the body. After the light was hidden and dark, it was retracted back into the box. "Although the four gods have died, their resentment still exists in the world. If they cannot be transformed into obsession, the balance will be broken sooner or later."
Koizumi is now at the age of Hanshanji, and she also hates the nonsense theory of the ancestors of Shouyuan people, so she cannot understand the meaning of this.
"If you want to say these gods are really. If you don't want to protect mortals, then don't protect them. It's obviously what you want to do, but in the end, everyone will owe them..."
Han Shanji couldn't help laughing, neither angry nor angry. He was really laughed by this child's Tong Yan Wuji, so he half-played and took a picture of his forehead.
"Isn't it?"
Young people who are not bound by tradition always like to take radical and active ideas. It is true that those old things are limited, but we have to admit that some truths are indeed difficult to overturn.
"Just like you, born as a guardian, isn't you full of resentment?"
"I was forced!"
"Then you are using the blessings in your body very happily."
"It's born here, what can I do!"
"The same is true for the gods."
As the most powerful creature in the world, mortals always forget that they are also "birds".
Of course, they also regard Zhenyou mortal world as their innate responsibility.
"In fact, the longer you live, the harder it is to be indifferent. Maybe there will be a period of time to be arrogant, but one day you will still be lost in the vicissitudes of ancient times."
Too much helplessness fills life.
Now Han Shanji can finally understand. Seeing the changes of things, the changing world, the changing world, old friends go, no matter what is in front of you or what is untouchable, what is left to him in the end is often the four words "powerless".
"Some things may be understood when you reach my age."
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Whether it is an illusion or not, this place with water and flowers is always much better than the earthen house that is boring and unsightly.
The air here is as clear as the truth, with ripples on the springs, and the wind blows and listens to the sound of grass. After studying the experienced ghost scholar and Zi Mei, we finally came to a conclusion of 60 or 70% - this place is not an ordinary illusion.
If the details are so detailed, if they are really an illusion, they may not be able to reach the power of ordinary spirits.
"If it is not an illusion, there is another possibility." The ghost man's eyes fell into a dark look and said, "If it is not an illusion, it may be another realm."
The so-called different realm is a state that is blocked by spiritual power and hidden in the gaps in the present world. It is barely a kind of "reality". It is real and impeccable. There is no way to solve it, so you can only find an exit.
However, the other realms in this kind of crack are changing, strange and unpredictable, the space is subverted and there are few rules to follow. Not to mention finding an exit, even if you want to walk a normal path, you may not be able to be safe.
Yi Chen followed the ghost scholar's explanation, and his heart became colder and colder. Looking at the wonderful scene in front of him, he was holding a mirror of flowers and water.
"Mirror Flower Water Moon" is a real fake thing at least, you can break it by pinching your will at will. However, these in front of you are wearing the skin of "Mirror Flower Water Moon" but have a solid foundation. If you are a casual object, it will be a good match.
Yi Chen chased and sat under a lush willow tree. When he raised his face, he was soaked in the willow branches that were soaked in the early New Year, it was like a slender hand brushing his cheeks, gentle and cool.
It was already late autumn when I left Lizhou, and it was winter when I first arrived in the western border. Now I don’t know how long I have been in this ghost place, but it shouldn’t be spring outside yet…
Yi Chen sighed and lowered his face.
The few people beside him also returned to silence. Perhaps the ice water poured in this stunning scene was too cold, and it accidentally cooled everyone's hearts.
It's really a bit like waiting to die.
This coldness seemed to have cooled a little bit on Yi Chen's life that he had recovered from the temple of the King of Hell. He vaguely felt that the temperature in his bone veins was slowly falling. The previous life flow that seemed to be like a river of rivers seemed to be gradually slowing down, and it unknowingly turned into a tiny stream.
There was a very bad feeling that climbed Yi Chen to chase his heart.
"Chen Zhui?" Li Ying suddenly noticed his strangeness.
The words in my ears are like the sound of mosquitoes, floating in vain and floating, not as true.
"Young Master!"
He suddenly felt the trickle in his bone veins break.
In the blink of an eye, everything in front of me dissipated into a piece of ash smoke.
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"Do you remember what my dad promised you?"
Yi Chen suddenly woke up, and his terrifying feeling rose up.
Daddy?
He clearly remembered that he had never called his stepfather that way, nor did he call him Jun Han like that.
He didn't remember whether he had opened his eyes. Anyway, when he came to his senses, a strange environment was blurred in front of him.
This illusion is vague, like chaos, or it seems that it is really at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood. He himself seems to have only a scattered consciousness there, and even his limbs are not differentiated.
Is this...an hallucination again?
"My father promised you that he would make a glass lamp for you on your birthday every year. This year is no exception..."
The man spoke very heavily, but his voice was soft, like a spring falling into the abyss, warm and tender, but with a bone-bone chill.
Glass lamp?
Yi Chenzhu was stunned at first, and subconsciously thought - when did he have such an agreement with which father?
But before he could doubt it, a crisp sound suddenly broke out in his god, as if his heart was shaking, and he could not stand the god's mind and reacted something - perhaps it was his father who had been hiding in the torrent of memory for a long time!
Why is there an "exception" this year? Is there something wrong?
Yi Chen chased him in a daze and could not dig out any memories related to this.
Could this be some illusion that has nothing to do with him?
"Little chase..."
Yi Chen chased him again and was shocked.
This title sounds familiar.
He tried hard to see this "father".
But the surroundings were indeed too chaotic. No matter how hard he tried, all he could see seemed to be a distant and vague figure.
It seems like a dark shadow in the sea of ​​fire.
But he couldn't tell whether it was he himself in the fire or the person in the flames.
The "father" in black was indeed holding a clear and icy glass lamp in his hand, but it was covered with a blood-colored and bleak color.
For some reason, Yi Chenzhe looked at the glass lamp and seemed to have a very bad intuition.
The man lifted up the glass lamp, as if he wanted to hand it to Yi Chen for a long time, but the vast red flames blocked the two of them for a long distance. He could not hand it over, and Yi Chen could not even pick it up.
After looking at each other for a while, the man murmured again: "It'll be fine soon..." As he said that, there seemed to be a bitter and forced smile on his lips.
Then suddenly, it seemed like I had put down the rope, and before Yi Chen could chase him, he had already caught him quickly.
The power was very hot, and Yi Chen was shocked. After a certain amount of eyes, his eyes were covered with blood.
Through the blood color, he could not see the other person's appearance, but could only glimpse two blood and tears of burning eyes on his cheeks.
"It'll be fine soon..." He said again, his tone more fragmented than his previous tone.
Yi Chen suddenly realized that he seemed to have been put into the lamp!
Wait, this person should have used him as a wick!
There are countless star kings in the sky, but they always seem to be the fastest running of the broom star.
Yi Chen only realized something was wrong before chasing him, but the next moment, a scattered fire really burned into his bone marrow.
It is not about being in the sea of ​​fire, but about being in the sea of ​​fire. It seems that there is a red and hot blade hidden in the fire, which cuts people and burns them.
Yi Chenzhu screamed in an uncontrollable hissing, and the flames were bleak like blood bleed in his eyes, which blurred the two blood and tears on the man's face.
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"Young Master!"
In a trance, someone seemed to have called him.
Yi Chen chased the storm with his eyes open. When he saw the breeze of willows, he instantly felt a sea of ​​blood and flames.
Blood seeped out of the body, and the green grass soaked in a large area of ​​bright red for no reason.
The ghost soldier half-kneeled on the grass, grabbed Yi Chen Zhui's wrists tightly, and tried his best to control his struggled and moving body.
This injured young man burst out with such great strength, but the ghost warrior almost couldn't capture him several times.
"Mr. Zimei, please...
Zi Mei shook her head and gestured, "He is unaware of it and should not be stunned."
The ghost soldier poured his strength and pressed Yi Chen to the ground. However, his palm was like squeezing charcoal, and a wisp of blue smoke suddenly appeared.
"The young master's body is indeed the flame of the ghost star..." The ghost man struggled, "How could he be here..."
Zi Mei blocked the two girls next to her, and approached Yi Chen and gestured, "Don't let him move."
The ghost soldier has tried his best.
Yi Chenzhu tried his best to restore his rationality, but there were too many flying pictures in front of him, and every frame could make his heart hurt. The flames were constantly eroding, and he couldn't calm his mind.
"Don't...don't get close!" He tried his best to squeeze out these words from his teeth.
He felt that his body would fall apart at all times, while the fire, like an angry beast, always wanted to break through the cage of his body and come out bloodthirsty.
Zi Mei ignored it, but pulled out a spiritual needle that fell into the bag and poked it down his eyebrows.
It was like a weapon slashing into the skin, and the pain was unbearable. He smashed him into the ice abyss from the fire.
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Chapter completed!