Yan Lingsu, who was going to see the Purple Zhu tree with Feng Zhirong, was uneasy.
In the past, the closer she got to the Purple Zhu tree, the spiritual energy would become stronger and stronger, but today she couldn't feel anything.
She quickened her pace, almost running, and Feng Zhirong had no choice but to follow. .
The two of them ran straight for half a stick of incense, then turned a few corners and saw a giant tree in the distance.
The leaves were brown and withered and crumbling.
The dead branches were about to break at any time.
The roots of the tree were rooted in the eighteenth level of hell.
Some of them have protruded, like small tombs, and the big holes in the middle of the tree trunks are constantly flowing with thick black matter.
The sacred tree would not look like this.
What kind of power would it take to make it look like this?
Feng Zhirong, who had never seen the Purple Zhu tree, couldn't help but be shocked, let alone Yan Lingsu, who had been practicing under the purple tree since she was a child.
However, she was not only shocked, but also angry and questioning.
What did the Purple Zhu tree do to the underworld?
It is said that they are like the sun and the moon in the world.
Who did such a cruel thing to Zi Zhushu, and how did he develop the magic power that is so violent that it can destroy the world.
Yan Suyuan, who did not find Feng Zhirong on the other side of the weak water, had to go back to Netherworld Palace.
As soon as he arrived at the palace, he ordered all the scary-looking ghosts to hide tonight, and called a few kind-looking little ghosts to find Feng Zhirong.
After the arrangements were made, Yan Suyuan remembered that she hadn't said hello to her sister yet, so she hurried to Huansha Palace again.
Of course, Yan Suyuan did not see Yan Lingsu.
In Huansha Palace, only the maid Bai Sha, who was taking care of Yan Lingsu's daily life, was hesitantly watching.
When Bai Sha saw Yan Suyuan coming, he knelt down and saluted, "Bai Sha joins you, Your Highness."
Su Yuan raised her hand to signal her to get up, and then asked, "Sister is not in the palace.
The way you looked just now seemed to be waiting for her to come back."
"Your Highness, several hours ago the General took the girl from the Nuwa tribe to the City God's Mansion to have a drink.
More than an hour ago, Bai Sha saw that they had not come back yet.
He was afraid that they were drunk, so he sent a kid to pick them up from the City God's Mansion.
However, The kid didn't follow them.
Lord Cheng Huang said they left after drinking. " "I'll go find them.
You need to rest first.
I'm afraid you'll have to come over and take care of them when they come back."
Before Bai Sha could bow and leave, Yan Suyuan disappeared from her sight.
Although the Netherworld has eighteen floors, which sounds huge, except for the ghosts and dead souls, all other gods and demons only stay on the first floor.
Without thinking, Su Yuan ran to the intersection of the Netherworld, where there was the Forgetting Pavilion full of memories.
As soon as she arrived at the Forgetting Pavilion, Su Yuan naturally looked up at the sky.
There were dark clouds, and she couldn't see a single star.
I didn't see them, but I felt a strong anger coming from the direction of the purple bamboo tree.
This was really unusual, Su Yuan didn't care about looking for someone, and ran towards the direction of the purple bamboo tree.
Su Yuan felt that the hostility was getting stronger and stronger.
Although he had imagined all kinds of bad plans, when he saw the withered purple bamboo tree that was close to death, he was still shocked, angry and questioning like his sister Ling Su.
But he was more worried about his sister Yan Lingsu.
What he was most afraid of was that his sister would be sad, but since he was a child, he seemed to get more angry whenever he comforted her.
Seeing Feng Zhirong comforting Yan Lingsu at the side, and it was quite effective, Su Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Yuan walked up to Yan Lingsu and bowed deeply, "Sister, Su Yuan is back."
Yan Lingsu said angrily: "You should go back to your Kunlun Ruins Shangqing Realm."
"Sister, Su Yuan knows that I was wrong.
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I should go home and take a look after I recover from my injury."
"Home, you actually know that this Netherworld Underworld is your home.
Just look at the Netherworld Underworld and it will be destroyed."
"Sister, no way.
Although the Purple Zhu tree has withered, it is not dead, and the Netherworld will not be destroyed."
Seeing that Yan Lingsu was still angry and ready to speak, Feng Zhirong quickly supported Yan Lingsu and whispered in her ear: "Sister Lingsu, there are priorities.
You are not only brother Suyuan's sister, but also the female general of the ghost tribe.
What's more, Know Brother Dao Suyuan was very happy to come back.
It's just that Brother Suyuan came at the wrong time.
No, maybe he came back at the right time.
After all, there is strength in numbers, not to mention that he is a disciple of Lingbao Tianzun.
What’s the solution?”
Feng Zhirong bowed to Su Yuan again and said, "Let's go back to the Netherworld Palace first.
Even if we stay here, it won't help.
Go back and look up the classics about the purple zhu tree, maybe we can get some clues."
"What sister Zhirong said is that you take your sister back first, and I'll take a look here.
Maybe there are any clues left by the evil thief."
Feng Zhirong nodded and quickly helped Yan Lingsu away.
After Yan Suyuan conveyed the situation of the Purple Zhu tree to Lingbao Tianzun, he immediately went to the eighteenth level of hell where the Purple Zhu tree took root.
He had to find out the extent of the damage to the Purple Zhu tree.
The eighteen levels of hell are the lowest level of the netherworld, where nightmares are trapped and guarded by Rakshasa from ten directions and evil spirits from eight directions.
It is the most yin place between heaven and earth, and the evil spirit is extremely strong.
When they were young, the ghost king never let them go to the eighteen levels of hell, not only because of Yan Suyuan and Yan Lingsu's mortal blood, but also because they were not strong enough to protect themselves. , the turbid and cold air will corrode their bodies.
As soon as he stepped into the eighteenth level of hell, Yan Suyuan felt that his energy was being eroded little by little.
Yan Suyuan was a little shocked.
With her current cultivation level, she shouldn't have been harmed by this turbid and cold air.
Then she thought that it should be caused by that powerful violent energy.
Yan Suyuan held her breath and recited a few spells to form a barrier around herself, then lit the soul lamp to attract Rakshasa and evil spirits from all directions.
The evil ghost Xingtian was very confused when he saw the person who summoned them.
His ugly and terrifying face seemed a little uneasy.
After looking at Su Yuan up and down, he bent down and stood beside her.
The beautiful Rakshasa girl Quchi, who had been keeping her eyes closed and silent, muttered a few words in her ears.
Standing next to the tall and strong Xing Tian, Qu Chi looked even more slender.
Her eyes rolled.
She really wanted to open her eyes and look at Su Yuan and look at him with his blood flowing on her body, but she lowered her eyes.
The long curly eyelashes and thin eyelids suddenly felt heavy.
After struggling for a moment, the Rakshasa girl lightly opened her thin lips as red as blood, and asked coldly: "What's the big deal for Your Highness Su Yuan to recruit us?"
"There is such a powerful evil spirit in the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
Why don't you report it to Uncle Jun?"
Why are you reporting to Chenghuang Jun?
Could it be that the ghost king really disappeared into ashes hundreds of years ago?
The eyes of the Rakshasa girl in red that had been closed suddenly opened, her blood-red pupils slowly enlarged, she stared at Su Yuan and said lightly : "Since being imprisoned by your father in these eighteen levels of hell, we have never left.
One step into the eighteenth level of hell, we can only feel the turbid air of the heaven and earth.
We no longer remember what it was like.
It’s time to end it and leave this place where no one wants to stay.”
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"Aunt Quchi, Su Yuan doesn't know about the agreement between you and your father.
In fact, Tianzun has found the missing fragments of the soul locking lamp, but it has not been completely repaired.
Now you are the only one who can suppress the nightmare demon's desire to control the soul, Su Yuan.
Ask Aunt Quchi to wait a little longer."
"I really don't understand why you are all so afraid of the Nightmare.
He is just a little stubborn and playful.
I can promise you to stay a little longer, but you have to do one thing for me."
"There are some things I can't do.
Can you tell me what it is?
If Su Yuan can do it, I will try my best."
"I want you to promise to do it."
"Auntie, can you tell me what happened?"
"I can't say it yet.
Just agree.
It will be an easy thing for you.
Don't worry, it's definitely not something harmful."
"I promised my aunt.
I'll take my leave first.
There are still important things to deal with in Netherworld Mansion."
"If it's a matter of violence, you have to go to the Nine Heavens to take a look.
A few months ago, the Nightmare Demon began to talk about the spread of violence in the sky, and even said that it was a sign of the arrival of the Demon Lord."
"How is it possible that I didn't feel anything unusual in Kunlun Ruins a few months ago?
Even Lingbao Emperor only noticed something strange seven days ago."
"Nightmare won't lie.
It's probably because he has the blood of the previous generation of demons flowing in his body, and he is more sensitive to the vicious energy emitted by the demon."
"Can I meet the Nightmare?"
"Su Yuan, I promised your father that I would never let you meet the Nightmare again.
You forgot that you almost lost your life that time."
"I was still young at that time, but things are different now.
What's more, the Nightmare's magic power is not as strong as it used to be.
Just don't worry."
Qu Chi closed his eyes tightly and said decisively: "No matter what you say, I will not let you see him.
I promised your father that I will do it no matter what.
You go."
Qu Chi waved his hand and disappeared from Su Yuan's eyes.
Yan Suyuan's farewell words were still on her lips.
In Yan Lingsu's bedroom in Netherworld Palace, Feng Zhirong looked at Yan Lingsu, who was still looking anxious in his sleep, and was at a loss.
She couldn't imagine how serious this matter was, and she didn't know what she could do.
Yan Suyuan stood at the door and waved to Feng Zhirong, gesturing for her to come over.
"Zhirong, I have to go to the heaven now.
I must not leave the Netherworld Palace before I come back."
"Brother Youming, how can I help?"
Yan Suyuan smiled.
He didn't want her to worry too much, so he replied gently: "As long as you are not angry with me, if you need any help, just stay with my sister for a few more days."
"Brother Youming, do the promises you made to me before still count?"
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Of course he remembers it too.
He remembered that scene very clearly.
The weird and crying girl pouted and tugged at the corner of his clothes and kept saying: "Brother Youming, of course you have to protect me.
I will also protect you when I grow up.
You If you are happy, tell Zhirong, if you are unhappy, tell her I have to tell Zhirong, and Zhirong will also tell you that we have an agreement.
I don't want to be protected by Brother Youming.
We want to protect each other and share joys and sorrows.
That's how we should be.
The hook must be drawn.”
He was a little surprised that she still remembered it, after all, she was still young at that time.
Sharing joys and sorrows and protecting each other was just because he couldn't defeat her at first and made this agreement to make her happy.
Yan Suyuan felt warm in her heart, but he didn't need her protection because he would protect her and he would not let her be harmed.
A trace of hurt, so she would not be involved in this incident no matter what.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time.
I don't remember the previous agreement.
Besides, those are just childhood jokes, don't take them seriously."
Feng Zhirong was no longer persistent and nodded and smiled.
Although Yan Suyuan's words were cold, she could see that he was so deliberate because he was worried about her.
He was still the warm Nether Brother.
"I'm going back to the house to see Sister Lingsu.
Brother Youming should go to heaven quickly.
Sister Lingsu can leave it to me without any worries."
Yan Suyuan nodded, turned around and walked against the wind, and instantly disappeared from Feng Zhirong's sight.
Feng Zhirong was very surprised.
She was worthy of being the direct disciple of Lingbao Tianzun.
She had such high magical power at such a young age and her cultivation was extremely deep.
There are not many people in the fairy world who can control the wind.
In the entire Kongsang, only the masters can control the wind.
The most powerful senior brothers can only fly in the clouds and ride the mist.
Most of them are walking magic weapons, but those from the Shu Mountain lineage Those who have cultivated as Sword Immortals can only control swords no matter how powerful their spells are, because once they become Sword Immortals, their sword energy will be integrated with their souls.
Although Su Ziche was worshiping Kongsang's sect and practicing Kongsang's magic, the foundation of his training was Shushan's swordsmanship.
He and his sword Jingqing sword had long been inseparable.
For the blind Ziche, The Jingqing Sword is almost like his eyes.
He can go where he wants to go, slay demons and demons, and feel the aura around him.
The only thing he can't do is not see the colorful world
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