Never mind

The queen mother sat upright on the heavenly court, a group of immortals stood in front of the court, and Sheng Qi knelt in the center of the hall with his back straight.

All the immortals talked and pointed at Sheng Qi behind his back.

The Queen Mother glanced at it, and said slowly: "Ghost Jun Shengqi, are you convicted?"

Sheng Qi bowed his hands upwards and saluted, "Going back to the Queen Mother, Cheng Qi is guilty. The immortal love, this is the first crime. Robbing the immortal king, this is the second crime. Stabbing the immortal king, this is the third crime."

After Sheng Qi finished speaking, all the immortals in the hall were in an uproar.

"Apostasy", "shameless", "the chief culprit", "daring to act recklessly"... All kinds of embarrassing words were thrown at Sheng Qi.

"All gentlemen, be quiet." The Queen Mother did not point out Shengqi's guilt, but asked again: "Ghost Lord, do you have any regrets?"

"Sheng Qi knows his mistake."

The Queen Mother looked majestic, and said slowly: "I know I was wrong, but you don't regret it?"

Sheng Qi bowed his head and said nothing.

"I have no repentance, so I should be severely punished. Cut off the three flowers on the top of Guijun Shengqi, and fall into reincarnation forever."

Such a severe punishment has rarely been seen in the fairy world for thousands of years, and the immortals started to discuss it again.

After the discussion gradually subsided, the Queen Mother said calmly: "The valley at the back of Jingqing Mountain opens and closes every Jiazi, and on the day of opening the valley, bring Nine Heavens Xuanfeng Junming back to receive the punishment."

After hearing this, Sheng Qi was extremely astonished, and hastily bowed his head to plead: "Jun Ming was forced by me, I implore the Queen Mother to show mercy, I am willing to bear all the punishments."

"If you take it all on, you will die."

"No matter how much the crime is, I am willing to bear it."

The queen mother's face was expressionless, and she opened her mouth to count Junming's crimes in detail, but her eyes were looking at Chengqi, "Nine Heavens Xuanfeng Junming, there are two crimes. One is to commit suicide and take the phoenix's gall, and the other is to be in love with the immortal. It should be punished. Mortal."

As soon as this remark came out, all the immortals in the hall were in an uproar.Nine Heavens Xuanfeng Junming, who has been cultivating immortals for thousands of years, fell in love?

Passionate?Cheng Qi was so shocked by these two words that he was so shocked that Jun Ming fell in love with him? !Passionate? ?

Sheng Qi blurted out and asked, "But for me?"

The Queen Mother stared at him, but didn't answer. After a long time, she opened her mouth and said, "Ghost Lord, do you have any regrets?"

Sheng Qi didn't answer any more, his heart was like a small boat in a storm rising and falling with the big waves, going up and down for a while.If I hadn't forced him, he would still be the magnificent Xuanfeng Xianjun.In the end, it was my selfish desires that hurt him.

Thinking of this, Sheng Qi's shoulders seemed to be pressed down on the mountains and rivers of the world, so heavy that he could no longer straighten his spine.

Sheng Qi finally tasted the taste of regret.I blame him for being single-minded in cultivating immortals, complaining that he can't see my deep love, complaining that he doesn't respond to my admiration, I always complain, but I never thought about it, he is such a king.I wished him to change for me, but I never asked him if he wanted to.If I hadn't been too crazy, at this moment he is still a high-spirited and high-spirited venerable who talks eloquently with all the immortals, how could he lose his cultivation, lose his dignity, and can no longer be the Xuanfeng Xianjun who looks down on all the immortals.

Do I really love him?It's just selfish after all.

Guijun Shengqi suddenly came to his senses, and he willingly went to Zhuxiantai to have his spirit and soul wiped out.

It's really painful to be tortured, but it's not as painful as losing your king forever.

Thunder after wave struck down mercilessly, every time Cheng Qi's body trembled with severe pain.

Just gritted his teeth and survived the trembling, the second slashed hard again, repeating this endlessly.Sheng Qi was already scorched black and haggard, it was unspeakably tragic, but his back was still straight.

Going to Zhuxiantai to be tortured, the pain is second, and the humiliation is the most frightening to the immortal family.But Sheng Qi is not afraid of anything.

After all the 99 thunderbolts had been struck, he would be turned into ashes and wiped out.

No. 90 Eight Dao, Sheng Qi only has the last ray of spirit left, and he can go after the last one.The immortals watching the execution under the stage couldn't bear to see the ghost king's miserable situation, and left gradually.

Come alone, go alone, this is my life.Cheng Qi thought to himself and laughed.

At this moment, a long-hidden figure appeared in front of Zhuxian Terrace.

"Ghost Lord!"

"It's you?" Sheng Qi raised his eyes reluctantly, and saw the person in front of him clearly.

"Ghost Lord, I'm here to save you." The person who came was Emperor Zhuohua again.

"You go. As long as there is one last thunder from the sky, I will return to ashes and ashes."

"Ghost Lord! Heaven will not kill you, but you want to abandon yourself. Could it be that Xuanfeng Xianjun really hates you?" Emperor Zhuohua's voice trembled with excitement.

Sheng Qi let him reprimand him, his heart trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself: "Can I still see him?"

Emperor Zhuohua sighed, "Since the evil fate is formed, there is no way to avoid it. Ghost Lord, don't say any more, please come here."

There was a breeze in his sleeve, and there was a dark object hanging inside, which was a sharp weapon for absorbing soul and nourishing essence - ninth-grade black iron.

Cheng Qi's mind changed a few times, and finally made up his mind, and finally asked: "Why does the emperor help?"

"Atonement." Emperor Zhuohua's eyes were burning, and he urged Xuan Tie to suck the last ray of soul essence from Chengqi.

The last thunderbolt struck as promised, and the ghost Jun Shengqi on Zhuxian Terrace was wiped out in ashes.

Emperor Zhuohua rolled up his sleeves and went down to earth.

It has been a hundred years since the fingers snapped.