Xingjun, he is a heartthrob

Bright lights.

All the howling is gone.

At this moment, in this place, that desperate cry drowned out all other voices.

Hearing Yu Haoran's call, the man slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at Yu Haoran.

After that glance, the corners of his lips curled into a pale and hopeless arc, and he let out a mournful cry: "Dijun!"

That sound made Yu Haoran feel extremely uncomfortable.

It was more uncomfortable than the first time I drank alcohol and threw up unconscious and had a splitting headache.

An indescribable feeling.

He swung the Ember Demon Sword to cut off the tying rope, but Emperor Yan Luo immediately stopped him: "Emperor, wait a minute!"

It was still too late.

As soon as the ember demon sword touched the binding rope, the four ropes immediately emitted a burst of light, and quickly attacked the shoulder of Emperor Yan Luo.

Emperor Yan Luo once again let out a mournful cry.

Zhu Zhu grabbed Shenglan Xingjun's sleeve and watched all this with straight eyes.

Shenglan Xingjun seemed to feel the pain on his skin, and frowned slightly.Since he came in, he has been staring at the statues of the beasts on the stone pillars, as if returning to the Luo River thousands of years ago.

Yu Haoran didn't dare to act presumptuously anymore, and went to check on the situation of Emperor Yan Luo.

"Dijun, this bundle of fairy ropes keeps cutting, but it will be activated again because of the attack." Emperor Yan Luo couldn't stand up anymore, kneeling there and said quietly.

"Is it better to untie it directly?" Yu Haoran looked at it, and reached out to touch the binding rope.

"Don't move!" Emperor Yan Luo stopped again, and looked at Yu Haoran in panic, "The Emperor will make Jie Xiansuo feel threatened."

"Then I'll do it." Sheng Lan Xingjun squatted down, but Yu Haoran grabbed his wrist and looked worriedly at Emperor Yan Luo.

"No." Lowering his head weakly, Emperor Yan Luo's tone was full of despair, "This thunder and lightning will hurt you."

"How can I untie it?"

"Have you seen the four great beasts engraved on the stone pillar? Only when their blood is dripped on the statue, the immortal rope will be untied automatically." Emperor Yan Luo said gloomily.

Sheng Lan Xingjun stopped talking.

"The Nine-Tailed Fox can be found, but Bi Fang, Qiongqi, and Xiang Liu have long been wiped out. This..." Seeing his silence, Yu Haoran knew that these statues had touched the heart of Shenglan Xingjun, so he lowered his head in embarrassment: "This It can't be solved at all!"

"The difficulty is here."

"If it weren't for this, with my own magic power, a mere set of ropes would not be able to lock me."

Xianxiansuo moved a few times following Yan Luo's trembling body, and he stood up: "How did the emperor find this place?"

Having said so much, he was only focused on solving the problem of binding the immortal cable, and he almost forgot the dangers of the eighteenth floor of hell.

Although Emperor Heguang is the head of the temple of gods in the heavens, this underworld has its own operating system, and Emperor Heguang may not understand it.

What's more, the underworld has been controlled by the Demon Lord Xuanli, how could Emperor Heguang and the others find it so easily?He wondered: "Where did you find the entrance to the eighteenth floor of hell?"

"We..." Zhu Zhu was about to speak when a stone door opened in front of Emperor Yan Luo.

"It seems that you have a good conversation." The middle-aged man who was hunted down at the entrance of the underworld before appeared. He was wearing a black cloak, his face was hidden in the cloak, and he looked more and more gloomy and cold: "As expected of Emperor Heguang, so Found here soon."

"Emperor, get out of here quickly. The former Emperor Yan Luo was very worried about being demoted thousands of years ago. I'm afraid he won't let you off easily." The gray hair of Emperor Yan Luo trembled in the wind brought in by the middle-aged man, and his voice was very soft. Small, but enough for Yu Haoran to hear.

Yu Haoran was not afraid at all, and took a step forward: "Li Familiar, turn around and be right."

"Why should I turn back?" The middle-aged man stood at the door, huddled in the shadows, and spoke coldly: "Turn back and continue guarding the gate of the underworld, and greet those ghosts coming from everywhere with smiles?"

Yu Haoran moved his hand, and the man sneered, "I know that if Emperor Heguang makes a move, the sky thunder will strike me, and even cause a thunderstorm, destroying the entire underworld."

"But Dijun hasn't done anything for a long time, why?"

Said lightly, he asked himself and answered: "Of course it is for the common people of the world."

"Once this underworld is destroyed, the order of reincarnation will be chaotic, evil spirits will be born, and the human world will be a Shura hell."

"The emperor is very clear."

"Besides, the emperor killed me, and no one in the world can untie this bundle of immortal ropes."

That middle-aged man named Li Fan spoke every word from Yu Haoran's heart.

He wanted to summon the sky thunder several times, but the sky thunder didn't come down when he did it.

"Then catch you, and all problems will be solved." Shenglan Xingjun saw it in his eyes, and the antlers on his head instantly appeared.

Before Yu Haoran had time to react, he had already revealed his real body and rushed towards Li Fan.

"Hanlin!" Yu Haoran exclaimed when he saw Li Fan at the door showing his snow-colored Asura Saber.

The black figure and the white deer melted into the darkness in an instant, and the light and shadow could not be seen clearly.

Yu Haoran and Zhu Zhu rushed over immediately.

But before the Ember Demon Sword could be deployed, Shenglan Xingjun had already retreated from the darkness, and was about to fall on the rope that tied the immortals, but was quickly supported by Yu Haoran with sharp eyesight.

The previous door was closed.

In the weak light, looking through the gap, a drop of blood fell on the shining Shura knife in Li Ming's hand.

Yu Haoran was startled: whose blood is that? !

He wanted to see if Shenglan Xingjun was injured, but he was worried that Li Fan would attack again.

"Your real body is actually a beast." Li Fan seemed a little surprised by Sheng Lan Xingjun's real body.

One side is bright and the other side is dark.

Yu Haoran and the others were waiting for Li Fan to appear again, and the Ember Demon Sword was about to move.

"Would I be so stupid as to throw myself into a trap?" However, a misty voice came, and Li Fan's figure was no longer seen, "I just came to tell you, don't make unnecessary struggles, anyway, they are food for hungry ghosts."

The eighteen floors of hell are surprisingly quiet.

Yu Haoran listened to Li Fan's voice, and judged his direction.

However, quietly.

Li Fan disappeared without a sound.

Yu Haoran and the others waited for a while, making sure that Li Fan had left here: "Hanlin, how are you?"

He embraced Shenglan Xingjun's waist, and said with concern: "Where is the injury? Let me see."

Slowly spreading his palms, Sheng Lan Xingjun stretched his brows: "A slight injury, it doesn't matter."

In the palm of the hand, a knife mark started from the tiger's mouth, cutting obliquely towards the wrist, almost cutting off half of the palm.

Blood slowly overflowed from the wound, and each drop of blood hurt Yu Haoran's eyes: "What's the matter?! The bones are almost exposed!"

He gave Shenglan Xingjun a reproachful look, held his palm, and muttered something.

But the warmth in his hands kept coming, and the blood dripped down, piercing and painful.

When I opened my eyes, the ground was already bright red.

"The wounds of Shura Knife cannot be healed by spells." Emperor Yan Luo reminded, "You need to make a bowl of soup with the flowers from the other side of the underworld, the lime from the sea of ​​fire, the ghost waiting by the Sansheng stone, and the yin water from the Wangchuan River. Take it and it will be fine."

The blood flow is getting faster and faster.

Yu Haoran was a little flustered, and tore off a corner of his clothes to bandage Sheng Lan Xingjun's wound: "But how do we get out?"

"The gate of Shura can only be opened with the palm print of Emperor Yan Luo." Looking at his withered hand, Emperor Yan Luo's voice was hollow, "The emperor can also open it with the Ember Demon Sword."

"But I'm afraid it will damage the soul in the Ember Demon Sword."

During this period, Zhu Zhu jumped around Sheng Lan Xingjun with concern.Seeing that he couldn't help much, he jumped up and down around the four stone pillars again.

Yu Haoran and Shenglan Xingjun sat down together, trying to find a way to open the Shura Gate: "Otherwise, I will use lightning strikes..."

"Impossible." Sheng Lan Xingjun tugged at his sleeves, letting Yu Haoran sit obediently beside him, his usual peaceful eyes were rarely seen to be deep: "When the time comes, you will be attacked from the back and the back, and you will not be able to protect the world, nor will you be able to protect the world." live in heaven."

"Otherwise, use my blood to try to untie the fairy rope?" After being quiet for a while, Zhu Zhu had a sudden thought: "They are all divine beasts, maybe blood can be compatible?"

"Then try it, there is nothing to lose." The place is brightly lit, but it is also boring.After sitting bored for a long while, Yu Haoran regained his energy immediately, stood up and walked quickly towards Zhu Zhu.

At this critical moment, Zhu Zhu was no longer afraid of pain or ghosts. She bit her own finger and jumped up to wipe it on the statue.

Nothing happens.

Even though Zhu Zhu had dyed the pinch of feathers on Bi Fang's bird's head bright red, there was no movement from the bundle of immortal cables.

"It doesn't seem to work." Zhu Zhu sat down under the stone pillar and sighed.

"Use my blood to see." Yu Haoran volunteered, and without waiting for Shenglan Xingjun to speak, he cut his hand with the Ember Demon Sword.

Blood dripped on the statue of the beast, but there was still no movement.

"Let's think of a way." To comfort the lost Zhu Zhu and Yu Haoran, Shenglan Xingjun reached out to caress Bi Fang on the statue, "Thousands of years, I didn't expect to see a few brothers here."

"I miss them a little bit."

When the blood-stained palm touched Bi Fang's statue, its eyes suddenly became alive, and the fairy-binding rope moved, and flew back with a "swish", and landed on the stone pillar.

"It moved!" Zhu Zhu shouted excitedly: "The Immortal Binding Cable is back!!"

Emperor Yan Luo kept shaking his hands and looked back at Shenglan Xingjun.

Yu Haoran and Shenglan Xingjun looked at each other, both feeling incredible.

Shenglan Xingjun put his bloody hand on the stone pillar with the statue of Xiangliu again, and took back the other fairy rope.

The unbelievable Shenglan Xingjun had the four immortal ropes taken back one after another.

After a while, the ropes on the four stone pillars were suddenly twisted together, and after a quick spin, they turned into a soft ribbon, coiled around Shenglan Xingjun's waist.

"Bie Xiansuo actually recognized you as master?" Stretching his hands and feet, Emperor Yan Luo was so shocked that his eyes almost dropped: "I just heard you call the four great beasts on the statue brother... What do you have to do with them? "

"To be precise, why do you have the blood of the four great beasts on your body?"

Yu Haoran was also very curious.

In the past, he wanted to ask Shenglan Xingjun how he knew Nine-Tailed Fox and the others, but many times, he failed to ask.

Later, he also forgot, and he didn't want to delve into the past that made Shenglan Xingjun sad.

But here, seeing the Immortal Binding Cable coiled around Shenglan Xingjun's waist, Yu Haoran suddenly remembered the battle of the gods thousands of years ago.

Lan Shen and the others are willing to sacrifice themselves in order to protect their husbands.

He was moved by their friendship, but never thought about why.

"Thousands of years ago, the Luo River was my home. Brother Bi Fang and the others passed the Luo River and wanted to rest their feet, but they didn't expect to set a lush tree on fire." Touching the ribbon around his waist, Shenglan Xingjun remembered all the things in the past: "I put out the fire and left them in Luohe, Luohe became our common home."

"Brother Nine-Tailed Fox said, it's written in human scriptures that if you get married, you have to drink the blood of the other party, and you are a good brother who will live and die together."

"We imitated human beings and drank each other's blood." The more we talked, the more miraculous it became, Shenglan Xingjun looked at Yu Haoran with tears in his eyes: "I never thought that I would save Emperor Yan Luo by drinking the blood of my brothers. "

"It seems like my brothers are protecting me all the time, if only... if only they could survive."

"This bundle of fairy ropes is condensed with the blood essence of the four great beasts. The one who refines this bundle of fairy ropes must have profound magic power." Stroking his gray beard, Emperor Yan Luo carefully looked at Lord Shenglan Xing, " You never asked, what does this bundle of Xiansuo have to do with them?"

"Brothers mentioned it." Sheng Lan Xingjun thought for a while, "The beginning of their cultivation is the winter solstice in the world."

"The four of them are lively people, and they went to the mortal world to listen to operas together. On the way, they saw a child who was freezing to death, so they lit a fire to keep the child warm."

"It was a good intention. I happened to pass by a god. I thought they were going to burn the child to death, captured them, and let their blood go."

"In the end, they escaped while Tianshen was going to the Pantao Festival. They were a little tired on the way, and wanted to rest in the Luo River, but they ran into me."

"That's why they always hide from the gods in the heavens and treat them as enemies." Glancing at Yu Haoran, Sheng Lan Xingjun's hand kept stroking the ribbon around his waist: "So... I didn't dare to treat you tell them about it.”

The lights are still bright.

Everyone listened quietly.

"That's when you met Kun?"

"Brother Bi Fang was very angry when humans took over our home that year, and occasionally he would be naughty when passing by. Nothing happened after all."

"But the Holy Emperor sent Kun to investigate the situation. He wanted to capture Brother Bi Fang and the others again. The brothers got angry and trapped Kun with tricks."

Speaking of the ins and outs of saving the Holy Emperor at that time, Shenglan Xingjun glanced at Yu Haoran from time to time, "You know everything about it later."

Yu Haoran stroked his white hair, and pulled him into his arms: "When I'm not around, you suffer."

When the two got tired of each other, Zhu Zhu was not surprised, but Emperor Yan Luo couldn't stand it: "Who is that god who captured them?"

"My brothers didn't tell me, so I didn't ask again." Sheng Lan Xingjun said truthfully.

Yu Haoran was in a hurry to heal Shenglan Xingjun's wounds, so he went to the sea of ​​fire to get lime, and the group left the Shura Gate and entered the Shura Lost Way.

Only after passing the pass where Shura lost his way can he go to Huangquan to pick flowers from the other side.

"Emperor, you have to be careful, this is your past and bondage." The gray beard moved slightly at the intersection where Shura lost his way, and Emperor Yan Luo reminded, "Don't be confused, follow me all the time."

Yu Haoran reflexively grabbed Shenglan Xingjun's wrist, and grabbed Zhu Zhu's ear: "Be careful not to lose track."

Zhu Zhu gave Shenglan Xingjun a pitiful look, silently clenched the corner of Yu Haoran's clothes, his face was full of reluctance: "It's so dark here."

Shura lost his hands and couldn't see his fingers.

Zhu Zhu's words kept echoing, and I could still hear a faint echo after walking for a long time.

Yu Haoran held the Ember Demon Sword in his hand, everyone walked slowly, and they were also very close, so they could clearly see the people around them.

However, the surrounding situation is unknown.

In the light of the Ember Demon Sword, some murals could be vaguely seen.

"What is painted on it?"

Zhu Zhu stared at it like a grape.

"Don't look!" Emperor Yan Luo turned his head and stopped.

However, just as he finished speaking, a hand stretched out from the wall and dragged Zhu Zhu in.

Yu Haoran wanted to grab Zhu Zhu's hand, but Emperor Yan Luo grabbed him: "Don't go!"

"You will also be taken in." At the end, he explained: "This mural is originally used to confuse the mind. If you look carefully, you will be taken into another illusion by the illusion."

"Moreover, your past and ties are different, and you will be taken into different illusions."

"But Zhu Zhu..." Worried that Zhu Zhu would be in danger, Sheng Lan Xingjun reached out to touch the mural.

"Once you enter the illusion, it's very difficult to get out." Emperor Yan Luo interrupted him, and stopped his hand, saying earnestly: "Because in the illusion where Shura is lost, there are many things for you to make choices."

"Only by making the right choice can you move on to the next step. If you make a wrong step, you will return to the original path until you are trapped to death."

"This is the reason why Shura lost his way."

Looking back, the road was dark.

On the empty road, there is no light in sight.

"If that little monkey is trapped to death, there will be another painting on this mural, recording its life." Emperor Yan Luo walked forward and pointed to the murals on both sides: "As you can see, there are densely packed murals here. "

"This means that there are very few who can come out?" Yu Haoran tightened his grip on Shenglan Xingjun's wrist, and led him to follow Emperor Yan Luo.

Shenglan Xingjun pulled him: "What about Zhu Zhu?"

"Look at its good fortune." Moving forward without looking back, the voice of Emperor Yan Luo came, with a sigh: "There are many temptations in the illusion, and many people will lose their original intentions."

"Remember, even if you enter the illusion, you must follow your heart."

Shenglan Xingjun was still worried about Zhu Zhu, and turned around every step of the way.

"Fuzhu!" In the distant time and space, it seemed that someone called him.

Shenglan Xingjun suddenly turned around and looked around.

Suddenly, he seemed to see himself on the mural, and he couldn't believe it.Just when he closed his eyes and stopped looking, a hand reached out and grabbed him.

"Fuzhu." He heard the voice again.

It seems to be Bi Fang, and it seems to be Qiong Qi.

Just as he was thinking, that hand had already dragged him into the mural.

"Hanlin!" Yu Haoran felt that Shenglan Xingjun was being grabbed, and when he turned his head, he was dragged into the mural along with Shenglan Xingjun.

"Emperor, remember my words." From far away, came the instruction of Emperor Yan Luo.

As soon as he regained consciousness, Sheng Lan Xingjun was no longer around him.

"Hanlin!!" he called loudly.

The surrounding scene changes rapidly.

In a short while, he saw the devastated land—the world where demons were rampant, blood was everywhere, mourning was everywhere, like purgatory.

Going further, the scene changes rapidly.

The Emperor Mote is wearing a battle armor and is inspecting the casualties of this battle.

Looking at him from the side, a smile appeared on his serious face: "Heguang, are you not injured?"

He shook his head and walked on.

He remembers that battle.

Demons are rampant, causing troubles in the world.

That was the last battle with the demons, and it was also the last battle before they became gods.

The monster gathered all its strength to fight back, wanting to solve the battle at once so as to occupy the world.

They are very powerful, and they are crazy counterattacks.Wave after wave of attacks, without a moment's rest.

One wave was sacrificed, and the other wave entered the battle immediately, almost breaking into their territory.

Although these people who slay demons and demons are holy spirits, they couldn't resist such a crazy attack, which damaged many generals.

Although he won in the end, the sacrifices of those comrades were indispensable.

He looked down at himself, his silver armor stained with blood.Every step you take, there is a bloody footprint behind you.

He looked back suddenly, and his appearance was reflected in the huge mirror that appeared behind him at unknown time - a straight body, a stern face, disheveled hair, and sharp eyes.

This is Emperor Heguang?

At the same time, the face of the Emperor Mochen was reflected in the mirror, with a slight smile: "He Guang, what are you looking at? You don't know yourself, or you don't know me?"

His hair was also messy, and there were some black marks on his face, and someone's blood was stained on his hands.

"Long time no see, Weichen." In his heart, Yu Haoran said quietly.

If only it would be great.

From the bottom of his heart, he hopes that the dust in the illusion is real.

After all, since he returned to Chaos, there are very few people who can speak together.

Heaven is really lonely.

Thinking of this, he smiled, turned around, and walked towards Emperor Mochen: "I just feel like I'm dreaming."

"We really won?" This was their previous conversation, and the conversation was exactly the same, which made him feel vague.

"That's still false." Pointing at those monsters with corpses lying all over the place, Wei Chen's handsome face was full of fortitude and determination, "From now on, the world will finally be peaceful."

"Weichen, are you real?" He asked, out of his heart, unguarded.

"Aren't you happy and silly, can I still have fake ones?" Walking over and patting him on the shoulder, Emperor Mochen was wearing silver armor like him, with a bright smile: "Could it be that someone pretends to be me and flirts with you? "

"You started talking nonsense again." Yu Haoran glanced at him, and then laughed.

"I'm not talking nonsense." Looking carefully at Yu Haoran from left to right, Emperor Weichen blinked his eyes on purpose: "You are handsome, who can be tempted to see it? Some people will naturally have unreasonable thoughts."

The two chatted like they used to, as if they had returned to the time when they used to slay demons and demons.

Looking at the smoldering face in front of him, Yu Haoran felt very warm in his heart—everyone has their own missions since the beginning of being a god, and such jokes are already extravagant.

"Michen, where is your sword?"

Not long after, the two chatted, and it was already sunset.

He looked at the empty hand of Emperor Mochen, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he asked.

That was not the conversation he had with Mochen, he wanted to test it out.