Nine thousand years old

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Ming Li stared at the huge withered and ashesed butterfly body, and suddenly recalled the past.

At that time, he rushed to the abandoned factory to save Yuanyuan, and he had already killed He Ji, but in the end, only the same ashen butterfly body was left behind. He knew that the monster was cunning, but he didn't want the truth to be like this.

Shelling.

The Great Demon Golden Cicada lives after death.

How can it be a little butterfly demon who can take people away in front of his eyes and escape in front of his eyes?

And the shell of the Butterfly God was probably taken by Jin Chan forcibly.

But at that time, he was full of Li Siyuan, how could he think so much.

Ming Li turned his head and stared at the people in the fire, the dragon blood on his body boiled completely.

Probably after all, it was the fallen dragon who turned into a god. It was more difficult for Mingli to maintain his sanity than other monsters. During the dragon's blood riot, most of his sanity disappeared.

However, Jin Chan conjures up countless bodies, making it impossible to tell which is real and which is fake.

The red dragon roared angrily, he still remembered in his heart that this person was the one who made him suffer, and thunder and lightning immediately rolled out. This momentum was more terrifying than ever before, and immediately broke all the golden cicadas one by one.

"Hahaha, a fallen dragon is a fallen dragon, even if you have practiced for thousands of years to transform into a dragon king."

He Ji's voice resounded in the air, full of malice and sarcasm: "After all, you are a beast born from filth. No, you are more dangerous and crazy than beasts."

He continued to conjure up countless figures, each one was laughing, Xu Yue knew that this was Jin Chan provoking Ming Li, but his spiritual shield couldn't stop Jin Chan's phantom voice, the voice was imprinted in everyone's mind Li, lingering.

Ming Li's eyes were only focused on killing Jin Chan, and he frantically attacked one of the phantoms, but the phantom shattered before being touched, followed by He Ji's palm print.

Wuchang waved his hand to summon the ice shield, but the black and gold palm prints pierced through the ice shield in an instant, and continued to go towards Mingli's dragon body.

But at this moment, Xia Yan's incarnation, the phoenix, bumped into Ming Li and rolled aside, and the palm print instantly disappeared.

Long Zhen and Xu Yue set up a restraint together, and He Ji's voice sounded next.

"It's useless. Even if you protect the medicine stove, you can't get out of the stove. Unless you become a pill, this medicine stove will not be opened." Dan was buried for them before."

"True dragons and phoenixes are all good medicinal materials."

Li Siyuan's fingers in the furnace moved slightly, he opened his eyes with difficulty, felt the skin and blood on his body being swallowed by the fire, and then repaired by the power in his body, this process was extremely painful, but he enjoyed it.

He knew in his heart that it was Yan Jun's power being forged by the fire to fuse with him, He Ji made a mistake, he thought the fire could melt him, but he didn't want him to be helped by the fire instead.

He laughed hard, all his hair and eyebrows were burned off by the fire, and he smelled the smell of scorched flesh.

What was even more wrong for He Ji was that Ming Li was not attacking irrationally, but was buying time for him. No one knew Li Siyuan's real situation, except Ming Li who had been watching the medicine furnace just now.

Looking at the messy people on the ground, He Ji was in a good mood, he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

He raised his hand, and a Buddha seal came from the sky, pressing heavily on Xia Yanzhi's body, and the colorful phoenix crashed to the ground.

Mingli didn't care about Xia Yanzhi on the ground, but quickly flew towards He Ji. He Ji intercepted Mingli's thunder first, turned his head for a while, and was pressed by Mingli's dragon claws on the ground, and the giant dragon bit him on his neck.

He Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, a circle of black light shook from his body, turning into countless shackles, restraining Mingli's dragon body, Mingli broke free a few times, but was hit by a Buddha seal again.

He Ji looked in the direction of the dragon array again, threw down a few Buddha seals, and the silver dragon was restrained, Xu Yue took Xiaomu to dodge, Wuchang immediately stepped forward to fight Yinglong.

"You use cold chains!" Li Jian shouted anxiously, Wuchang's natal spirit weapon is cold chains, but now you don't use them, and you will definitely suffer if you continue like this.

Wuchang turned a deaf ear to it, and instead retracted the cold chain into the curse seal on his wrist, Li Jian could no longer see outside, and did not dare to shout to distract him.

Soon, hold on for a while.

Li Siyuan thought in his heart that his body had been completely fused, he stood up staggeringly, and the black mark appeared on his forehead again.

Next, how to get out of this medicine furnace.

Li Siyuan looked at the fire around him coldly. The fire seemed to be intelligent and bared its teeth and claws at him.Thinking of the situation of the people outside, his heart was full of hostility, and his five fingers formed claws to pull all the fire into his hands.

He Ji seemed bored. He wiped off the blood on his neck, and the wound healed instantly: "It's almost time to become a pill. Do you want to watch it, or do you want to be buried first?"

He thought for a while and seemed to feel that something was wrong, and then said: "You are not a small trouble, I think it is better to be buried first, so as not to cause trouble."

After all, He Ji stretched out his hand, and endless Sanskrit sounds came from the sky.

A storm-like cloud floated in the endless sky, which was the manifestation of the gathering of spiritual power.

There was also a gust of wind blowing on the distant mountain, the nightmare watched quietly, holding a bag of potato chips and biting into it.

"Do you think they can win?"

Before the wooden house was built, Shuangli put down the tools again and sat beside him: "I don't know, do you want to help?"

The nightmare looked at him: "I'm not going. That's a big demon that has been suppressed for thousands of years. Mingli was beaten like that. You didn't even see Jizo."

Shuangli wiped his hands and took a piece of potato chips: "Since I knew it from the beginning, why didn't I remind him?"

The nightmare blinked, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Because I also want to know whether Li Siyuan is qualified to sit in that seat."

Shuangli smiled, and was about to take another potato chip when his outstretched hand was slapped suddenly.

"Don't steal my potato chips, go build a house, or you won't have a place to live today!"

Shuangli disarmed and surrendered, and went to build a house without complaint. The nightmare looked at him secretly, with smiles in his eyes.

Foyin came one after another, the red dragon's scales shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground overwhelmed, creating a deep hole.

He Ji didn't seem to be satisfied yet, instead he pressed everyone under the Buddha's seal one by one, smiling lightly.

The gap between this is like an adult looking at a group of children who have just returned to running and jumping. No matter how great their potential is, they are still no match for him now.

He Ji looked at Mingli with envy and regret: "If I had such abilities when I was your age, I probably wouldn't be possessed."

He shook his head: "It's a pity that the sky is not with people."

After saying that, he raised his hand, and was about to finish off the group of people, when suddenly there was an explosion from the medicine stove.

A series of explosions followed, and even the nearby silver dragons were affected.

He Ji's eyes brightened: "It's a pill."

However, when the smoke receded, there was no trace of the stove, it had already been blown to pieces and disappeared, and Li Siyuan also disappeared.

He Ji's face changed drastically, and just as he was about to speak, the Sanskrit sound he released suddenly flew to the horizon, and the storm above the endless sky instantly expanded, and even the flowing clouds in the sky seemed to be stained with Buddha's light.

The Sanskrit chant sounded softly, the voice seemed to come from the mountains, seas, and the earth, and it was whispered with the purest voice.

It seems to come from the heart of every living being.

Light rain fell from above the storm, moistening dead wood and dry water wherever it went.

As everything grows, demon spirits are dispatched one after another to take over the rainwater that carries immeasurable merit.

The nightmare on the top of the mountain smiled slightly, raised its hand to catch the rain, and a small flower bloomed in the palm of its hand.

He Ji's eyes trembled slightly. He was too familiar with this power. It was this power that drove him into the depths of hell 7000 years ago, and he has never seen the light of day since.

When he turned around, the man in the sky had black lines on his forehead, long black hair hanging behind him, and a pure black robe with fire patterns on his body.

The picture on it is the picture of purgatory, it seems to be alive, fluttering slightly, and the eyes of all the ghosts are staring at him.

And that person, just like thousands of years ago, stepped on the cloudy mist and came through the air.

The only difference is that the person in front of him has a blooming lotus on his side, but those eyes are as deep as Yama's.

He spit out the sound of mantras, and the heavens and the earth will be used by him, such as clouds, wind, earth and soil, and all creatures.

It's all him.

When the rain fell on Ming Li's body, the blood red in his eyes gradually faded, and his mind became clear instantly.

The hatred in He Ji's eyes deepened, he raised his hand, and countless figures appeared, each of them attacked in Li Siyuan's direction.

The red dragon immediately dodges in front of Li Siyuan, roars loudly, and shakes out a layer of protective spiritual power.

Li Siyuan smiled and reached out to touch his scales, he closed his eyes, and the lotus beside him burst into golden light, and at the foot of one of He Ji's breasts, an identical lotus flower appeared.

The lotus wrapped around his body, making him unable to move, Ming Li immediately rushed forward and opened his mouth wide, bit his neck tightly, and threw it to the ground.

Li Siyuan finally understood Yan Luo's words.

The underworld is a realm of its own, separated from the God Realm. What Yan Jun represents is the majesty and power of the Emperor of Heaven, which is a peak that no one can match.

The lord of a world is not afraid of anything.

"Yan Luo once asked me, what is Yan Jun, and I said I don't know." Li Siyuan looked down at He Ji who was in a state of distress on the ground, without joy or sorrow, and walked slowly down the sky.

He spoke again: "He told me that Yan Jun controls life and death, judges ghosts and gods, and the underworld is where the justice of the Three Thousand Realms lies."

"I didn't understand it then, but I seem to understand it now."

"Yan Jun is the judge who is in charge of the Dao of all things. He blends into the world and separates from the world. It is precisely because of the existence of evil that I have a reason to exist."

He stepped on the mist with every step, and every step seemed to be stepping on He Ji's heart.

"Anyone who violates justice will be killed."

"Those who disobey the way will be killed."

"Whoever breaks the check and balance, kill!"

Li Siyuan smiled suddenly: "Because I was born to get rid of all evil and ignorance."

Ming Li quietly surrounded him, resisting the urge to hold him in his arms, and looked at him with satisfaction and pride.

This is his lover, his partner, the person to whom he will give all his trust and joy in his future life.

Gentle yet powerful.

The storm gradually dissipated, the rain gradually stopped, the dry forest had already grown new shoots, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, and everything began to stretch and move.

It turns out that regardless of the human world or the demon world, living creatures yearn for sunshine.

The nightmare looked at Yang Yang in a good mood, took the little flower and ran to Shuangli, and stuck the little flower on his head.

Shuangli was not angry either: "In a good mood?"

The nightmare laughed: "Well, the sky is fine."