Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 325 Eight Sufferings
"Can we follow this downwards and find the end of the rhizome tunnel?"

Zhao Jianzhong and Su Ling closed their eyes and sensed for a while. After nodding to each other to confirm the existence of the rhizome channel, they asked Qin Huai.

"It's tough. I don't have enough Yanfu points, and I don't know how long my soul can last."

Qin Huai's eyes went dark, and he saw double images of the Lords of Yama in front of him.

"Try your best. The cost of this trip will be reimbursed."

Zhan Yuejin drank a sip of boiled water and raised his hand to transfer some money to Qin Huai.

"Master Walker, the intermediary Zhan Yuejin has given you 100,000 Yamabu points. They have been received."

One hundred thousand! A full one hundred thousand!
Seeing the number of Yanfu points in the status bar soaring to 100863, Qin Huai's body was exhausted, but the words that came to his lips inexplicably turned into: "Teacher Zhan, I will try my best."

The Scale Lord and the Naked Lord held up their left and right arms, the Medium Lord and the Ghost Lord led the way in front according to the direction instructions that popped up from time to time, and the Human Lord followed slowly behind, tapping the clear and turbid sea of ​​leaves with an ordinary wooden whip at regular intervals.

The five Lords of Yama took Qin Huai, the human-shaped navigation, and traveled through the black and white colors of varying shades, encountering many strange amber bubbles of various shapes along the way.

Some are even overripe, with rotten flesh and most of the gelatinous bubbles inside exposed.

A giant sword-like solid object, a relentless violent storm, and an endless silver ocean.
But in Qin Huai's eyes, these strange and bizarre sights are just twisting and swinging black lines, as if everything in the world can be outlined by these black lines. No matter the sky and the earth, volcanoes and oceans, storm glaciers, strange-shaped animals and plants, or high-precision scientific instruments, trilobites from the Cambrian period. No matter what these lines make up, even the fruit core representing the essence of bubbles, they are still black and white, like a meticulous painting without coloring.

Qin Huai had a hunch that if these lines fell apart one day, these colorless things would no longer exist and would return to nothingness.

But things with colors, like the Lords of Yama beside him, can withstand the winds from all directions and remain unmoved.

Qin Huai felt that he had vaguely touched the essence of Yamabu, but because there was no other theoretical facts to support it, he didn't know what this color specifically represented.

In the chaos without heaven and earth, Qin Huai and others went deeper into the sea of ​​leaves, and the things they saw became more and more bizarre.

The headless dragon corpse, the bronze warriors holding weapons and ready for battle, and the giant mechanical bodies with exposed parts are all clearly visible.
"Most of these are the remains of fruits that were peeled by Sifan during the Sifan War. Because the cores were violently taken away, they lost their value and floated in the sea of ​​leaves like space junk."

Qin An had seen many Yama Fruits in his travels, and he had seen similar things in the Sea of ​​Leaves. He reminded Qin Huai intentionally or unintentionally, "You will inevitably encounter them when you travel through the Sea of ​​Leaves in the future. These things are nothing to us, but they may not be to you. It's better to be careful."

"If you want to follow my advice, I will assign him a team of six divisions. Yuejin will provide the money, Yuanchao will provide the men, and the old man will command and attack wherever he points. In less than three years, Sifan's lair will still be able to hide? I wonder where he can hide!"

The Scale Lord Zhu Jiuyin, who had been silent all this time, also interjected at this time, as if he felt that Qin Huai was too lazy and was only willing to rescue a dozen people in a year.

"Brother Jiu, your target is too high. How can the younger generation afford it? As for me, it doesn't matter if I spend a little money, but nowadays, we should pay attention to the rule of people. When doing things, we should always consider the wishes of the parties involved."

The host, Zhan Yuejin, chuckled and still looked like a good guy.

"Although Qin Huai is not a celestial heritage, with the uniqueness of Shenyou, as long as he joins, Big Ben's research on celestial heritage [Billion Stars] project will surely make new breakthroughs soon. By then, he will definitely be much more relaxed, and we will have more salvagers to use. Old man, do you think you can put Qin Huai's salvaging mission on the back burner and let him come to my place first?"

Su Ling also turned his head and stared at Qin Huai from behind his gold-rimmed glasses. There was no other emotion but the purest curiosity.

"Well, too much is as bad as too little, slow and steady is best. The war just ended not long ago, it is the time for Yanfu to recuperate, we don't need to fight for this day or night."

Zhao Jianzhong waved his hand, and the meaning of his words was very clear.

After about a thousand breaths, Qin Huai stopped in front of an amber bubble and withdrew from the high-dimensional vision. He gasped and said, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. This should be the place."

"no problem."

The shadow of Qiongqi flashed behind Su Ling, and he also discovered the rhizome channel opened on the wall.

"Should we wait for aid from North Korea?"

Qin An stuffed a rice ball into Qin Huai's hand and looked at Zhao Jianzhong with some inquiry.

"There is no need for this. After Tai Sui defected, the suffering of death was vacant. Apart from the suffering of love and separation, the suffering of old age, and the suffering of illness, the remaining sufferings of life, failure to obtain what one desires, meeting with enemies and hatred, and the burning of the five elements are at most six. As long as there are no remains of Sifanzhu in the [Eight Bitterness Realm]..."

Zhan Yuejin's eyes flashed twice, but he didn't continue speaking.

"I've been waiting for more than half a year, so I don't mind a little more time. This is a rare opportunity. If we can't catch all the Eight Bitternesses of Sifan and let Aibieli escape, he will soon select another batch of Eight Bitternesses and spread them to Jambudvīpa, causing endless harm."

Zhao Jianzhong shook his head and tapped the air a few times with the wooden whip in his hand.

Seeing that the human leader had set the tone, the other Yama leaders naturally would not sing against it at this critical moment. They immediately quieted down and waited silently.

uh~
A cry of a roc was heard from a very far distance, and the black and white colors began to boil. First there was a very dark black, and then a touch of black filled the chaos.

Even though it was not the first time he saw it, Qin Huai still found it difficult to get a full picture of the outline of this [Peng]. Before he could react, a strong and powerful man wearing a white vest, green military pants, a leather belt around his waist, and high boots stood beside him like a towering mountain.

Cao Yuanchao has a sturdy face of a man in his thirties, as tough as if he had been cut by a knife or an axe. There is a long dark red scar on the corner of his forehead, which looks just like his name.

"Old man Hongzhong, is this the place?"

"The end of the root-root passage is here, but whether this is the [Eight Bitter Realms] or not, we have to go inside to find out."

Zhao Jianzhong opened his mouth slowly and raised the wooden whip slightly.

"Then hurry up, I guess Aibieli isn't much slower than me."

Cao Yuanchao rolled up his sleeves and took two steps, intending to make a hole in the wall, when he discovered that there was another little guy in the field.

"Xiao An, protect your kid well. When the fight starts, no one will be able to pay attention."

"I know."

Qin An shrugged, turned out a bright moon in his palm, and looked at Qin Huai: "Come in, it's much safer to watch the fun inside than outside."

"it is good."

Almost as soon as this thought came into Qin Huai's mind, a ray of bright moonlight shot out from the Moon Palace, wrapped around him, and shrunk him, merging him into the moon shadow.

The world is spinning.

When Qin Huai came to his senses, he saw a large complex of buildings with jade towers, palaces and laurel trees in front of him.

A silvery three-legged toad climbed up the stairs, passed the jade tower and the palace, until it leaped onto the topmost branch of the laurel tree.

The laurel tree was extremely huge, with countless jade leaves and icy flowers hanging on it, and the fragrance was cold and long-lasting. Under the trunk, there were several men in white cloth, holding chisels in their left hands and axes in their right hands, hammering and carving patterns on the moon. Qin Huai walked along the route of the silver toad to the top of the Guanghan Palace, looking down at the roots of the laurel tree, and found that these gorgeous palace buildings were built completely around the huge roots.

Looking around again, there were silver lights floating in the air, palaces moving back and forth aimlessly, a jade city towering high, with a faint fragrance in the air, and below there were fields of colored glaze covering a hundred miles, with jade rabbits running and playing around.

Qin Huai looked up and saw a blood-red dragon sleeping soundly hanging in the laurel tree that stretched from sky to earth. It looked like it was transformed from Tianruiyuan's blood.

"Isn't Mr. Qin's inheritance from the naked race? But these wonders, even if it is the Taiyin Star Lord acting on his behalf, it may not be possible, right?"

Qin Huai was secretly shocked. There was another huge moon hanging on the crown of the laurel tree above his head. Looking closely, he saw that there was another fairy palace in the mirror-like moon, another laurel tree, and another moon on the top of the laurel tree.
The overlapping mirror images are illusory and seem like reincarnation.

Qin Huai withdrew his gaze and walked towards the hall at the side, where he saw an acquaintance.

Well, to be precise, it’s a cooked dragon.

[Mirage Dragon King] transformed into an Emerald Crowned Macaw with shiny hair and a handsome face. At this moment, he was lying next to the Pink Jade Real Dragon, as if he was in a good dream.

Qin Huai ignored the stupid parrot and walked to Ao Ling's true form. He stroked her dragon kiss with his big hand, trying to wake her up.

no response.

Qin Huai frowned, and with his hands he pried open his heavy eyelids that were glowing silver, looking at Ao Ling's blurred and unfocused pupils, feeling a little worried.

"Sleeping so soundly? Mr. Qin also has magical powers related to dreams?"

Before he could mutter a word, the lazily sleeping blood dragon on the laurel tree seemed to have heard something. It suddenly flicked its tail, and dropped a white osmanthus flower as big as a bowl, which slowly floated to Ao Ling's eyebrows.

"Ahh. Where is this? Taiyin Guanghan?"

Ao Ling woke up slowly, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the laurel trees that covered the sky and a very familiar figure.

"Are you awake? Miss Ao, don't be afraid. This is an inner world of our elders. We are safe."

Qin Huai sat cross-legged on the white jade ground and motioned Ao Ling to sit with him.

"Is Officer Qin Lieguan's elder a Star Lord?"

Ao Ling looked at the magnificent buildings below him which were no less magnificent than the Crystal Palace of the East China Sea, and his heart was shaken.

"Maybe. I don't know much about that elder."

Qin Huai thought about it and didn't say much.

"I thought it was a good thing to invite the hunting officer to watch the ceremony this time, but I didn't expect such a sudden change in the end. The fault is mine. Ling'er mistakenly thought that she could control the overall situation with the help of Taiyuegong, but she ignored the truth that things are unpredictable, which led to this bad result. I hope the hunting officer will not worry about it."

Ao Ling transformed into a dragon, her pretty face full of guilt, feeling very sorry.

"Miss Ao, you don't know that the relationship between Luofu and me is like that between a dragon walking on a dragon boat and a group of monsters leaping over the dragon gate. It's a dispute between the two. There is no peaceful coexistence between the two. It's a life-and-death struggle."

Qin Huai took out a pot of tea and looked at Ao Ling who was holding the golden green parrot and combing its feathers. He didn't think that the fight was caused by her.

If Yanfu Xingzou had not intervened, Qin Huai could be sure that this dragon-walking event would have gone according to Ao Ling's plan. Young Master Yunmeng would have wiped out the water monsters, killed the Qiantang rebels, successfully transformed into a dragon, and everyone would be happy.

But under Luo Fu's operation, the plan instantly turned into something else.

The master behind the scenes was replaced by a cat, and many demons and monsters were distorted in mind, and used as the Fuchun Collection to feed the evil and resentful Tian Wu; the [Baiwei Cooking] recipes that played a hidden hand and induced the gluttonous desire of Taotie at the critical moment; and the dead white color that was wanton and overpowering.
In front of Sifan's power, even Liusi could only flee in panic. Qin Huai knew this very well, so he didn't think Ao Ling did anything wrong. To be honest, it was the two siblings who were unlucky to run into the fight between Yanfu and Sifan.

Moreover, if it weren't for the careful Ao Ling's kind advice, Qin Huai realized that something was wrong in advance and asked the [King of Mount Tai] at the peak of the Seven Palaces to help. At this moment, Luofu would have won the great victory.

"Hmm? Since the hunter said so, did he win?"

Ao Ling recalled the situation in the front court when she was knocked unconscious, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened by three points.

"It's still unclear. Luo Fu has a lot of power behind him. Although the elders in the clan are willing to help me, nothing has been settled yet."

Qin Huai pointed at the huge moon above his head. The round surface, like a mirror, was broadcasting the situation outside in real time.

"Old man, I have confirmed that this is not the [Eight Bitterness Realm], but a remote small fruit without any signs of life."

Su Ling pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and retracted the original body of Qiongqi behind him into his body.

"Is it just a springboard for transfer? Aibieli, this old rabbit is still as slippery as ever."

Cao Yuanchao touched the red rock and soil under his feet and stood up.

"It would be nice if we could wait and catch Aibieli alive this time."

Zhan Yuejin was sitting quietly on a cushion, carefully wiping the bronze sword in his hand which was engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and plants.

"coming."

As soon as Zhao Jianzhong finished speaking, a pupil-shaped crack suddenly appeared in the circle formed by the six Yama Lords, and two figures emerged.

An old man with an evil look and a gray whip, and a young man with a pale face and wearing tattered black armor.

It is Aibieli and Xuanyuanji.

"Love, goodbye, it's been a long time~"

Cao Yuanchao grinned, and in just a moment, a ferocious fist burst out in front of that old and crazy face, and a strong wind was emitted!
"How can that be?"

Ai Bieli's surprised cry was suppressed by his stomach. The red rock soil with a radius of one hundred feet under their feet sank by more than one meter!
Blood gushed out, two shadows flashed, Ai Bieli gritted his teeth and took the heavy punch, his arms wrapped around Cao Yuanchao's broad arms like a snake, and he actually used the Manchu Ban Gaozi technique to entangle the feather master.

"Old, sick!"

Two evil and ancient words came out of Aibieli's bloody lips, and the dead white color that appeared out of thin air instantly wiped out the sword of the Lord Jie, the brilliance of the Lord Luo, and the lava pillar of the Lord Lin.

One after another, pupil-shaped black cracks gnawed out from the dead white marks, attracting the attention of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)