Song Zheng sat in the secret room, the strange array around him was arranged by Shi Yi before his death, he held an ancient talisman in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "It's ready to be launched." ”

On the other end of the ancient talisman, a condescending and grand voice asked, "Really, how sure are you?"

"Thirty percent. If I don't try to escape, I may be the next to die. If I die, everyone is afraid that they will end up dead. ”

The voice replied, "Yes!"

......

Wangshan City, Wanli ticket number.

The store that used to be prosperous was now in shambles, and there was an adult from the monk's yamen who held his arms and Ling Xuan stood in the air three feet in front of the door, watching all this coldly.

Dozens of monks had already rushed in, holding official documents and starting to search. There are also nobles behind the Wanli ticket number, but this adult has a bigger background and completely ignores the backer of the ticket number.

The shopkeeper with a few stalls, and a group of guys were all detained, shrunk into a ball and trembled, secretly complaining in his heart, I don't know what provoked this master and caused this disaster.

The neighbors secretly probed their brains and watched, and the monk's coercion went straight out for three miles, and the pedestrians knew that this was the monk's business, so they didn't dare to stop and watch, and hurriedly walked around.

After a short time, someone inside shouted: "My lord, the evidence of the crime is in hand." ”

The monk sneered, didn't look at the shopkeeper, and waved his hand: "Go back to the yamen." ”

The servants came out with a whirl, and without knowing what they had found, they followed the adults and rose into the air, each stepping on his own magic weapon and flying away.

They went out of the city, and when they were dozens of miles away, the lord waved his hand, and the servants behind him fell with a whirl, and when they fell to the ground, they all turned into branches of grass, and he went quietly alone, and disappeared without a trace.

......

Thousands of miles away, in the Ember Mountain, the purple gold gourd and the lotus flame existed at the "infinite height" in the sense of the void, and when you looked at it in the sky, everything below was "in full view" at the level of the heavenly strip.

No secrets, no secrets.

Even if it is a senior Zhenguo in front of them, it is "clear at a glance".

"A false tomb of the Imperial God?"

"The land of the god of death is empty. ”

"What does that monster want? It took away the secret 'divine power' in the Dead God's homeland in advance, but that thing is useless in the current sea of stars. ”

After some discussion, there was no conclusion, and the two mysterious beings were afraid together: "Blinding the heavens, nine falsehoods and one truth, concealing the sky and the sea, and it is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality - it is true!"

They came in person, and they couldn't see through the arrangement of the heavenly fire, it really could have blinded those beings above the sky.

The purple gourd suddenly let out a laugh: "We shouldn't worry about these things, let them go in a hurry." You and me...... It's time to fish in troubled waters. ”

The Lotus Flame also said: "Yes, we should just add fuel to the fire. ”

The gourd and the flames flickered and disappeared from the heights of the void, and at the same time, "something happened" in many hidden places of the heavens that were concerned about the entire Shenshen Mountain, further disturbing the gaze in the sea of stars.

......

A gust of wind blew, Wushan Lu's eyelids moved slightly, and there was a darkness in all directions, faintly black flames were burning, here seemed to be the "gap" between the netherworld and the thick earth, belonging to the shadow shrouded by the great power of "life and death" Tiantiao, with special power here can reverse life and death, escape the control of the netherworld.

He moved his body, a little incredulous, and reached out to hesitantly pinch his body. This real feeling has been lost for a long time, but I didn't expect that there would really be this day, and he would be able to reshape his body and return to the yang world.

He looked around, and in the deep darkness, there was a faint fire burning in the sky. Wu Shanlu had mixed feelings in his heart, he burned out the ghost king with the trace of heavenly fire in his body at the last moment, and finally brought back the things required by the Heavenly Fire Secret Decree in the dark abyss.

He didn't know that this rough vertebral flint was the true purpose of Tianhuo, and he was grateful to Tianhuo for resurrecting him, but he was entangled in the fact that his death also came from Tianhuo.

But there was no doubt that he had awe in his heart—fear was greater than respect—and he bowed deeply in the direction of the heavenly fire, and when he turned away, in the darkness behind him, two lines of light burned out, and in the line of fire was a broad road to rebirth.

He walked over step by step, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he exhaled, a warm breeze blew, and his eyes were open, green, and mountainous, and he came back.

"Ahh

......

A gust of wind blew, and the soul was lit again like a lamp.

There are two small streams bubbling from the heavenly fire, one is clear and sweet, completely liquefied from the spiritual energy, and comes from the source of the spiritual river. The other is cloudy and viscous, completely liquefied from demonic energy, from the eye of the River Styx.

The two streams converged in one place and turned into a whirlpool like Tai Chi, which became more and more viscous, but the whirlpool was spinning faster and faster, and it seemed that there were really two yin and yang fish stirring in it.

The soul sank in, and suddenly the whirlpool calmed down, and something floated up below, uneven. Gradually, the streams dried up and solidified into a translucent film.

A breath was heard, and two inhales broke through the membrane, and with one hand, he completely ripped the membrane off. He sat up sharply, his eyes cloudy and yellow, and gradually became clear.

It's just that in his eyes, the pupils are pitch black, which is very weird.

After a while, the darkness finally disappeared, and he returned to normal, looking around suspiciously: "This is ...... Where?" he looked down at his hands and shook them vigorously, "But am I not dead?"

He has been reborn many times, and he is very clear about the difference between the state of the soul and the state of the body, and he does not need to verify that he is really alive at the moment.

He suddenly remembered something, Huo Ran got up and looked, there was a raging fire behind him, and he was at the core of the heavenly fire. When he lowered his head again, the black and red flames under his feet were burning around the silence, everything was silent, but there was thunder in his heart.

Soon he understood: "I am dead, but I am alive again." Why did I come back to life? Because the heavenly fire needs me. ”

He saw just now that although his physical body was fine, his skin was as gray and black as a demon, and it was gradually returning to normal at this time. And he further discovered some abnormalities in his body, and there was a special relationship between him and Tianhuo - for him, Tianhuo's will could not be disobeyed.

This is different from the previous time when he was alive, Tianhuo issued a holy decree and threatened him with life and death, but now it is Tianhuo's will that he can't resist at all, even if he is reluctant in his heart, he will still carry it out without reservation.

This is a brand-new "Heavenly Strip" that Heavenly Fire has solidified in his body!

He was a little happy just now, after all, he survived, but at the moment he was gloomy, and said to himself: "Will I still be Shi Yi in the future?"

He had already sensed the will of a heavenly fire in his heart, and although he was extremely reluctant, he could only stride out and carry it firmly.

......

Wushan Lu had just walked in the mountains for half an hour, greedily breathing in the air full of life, and his head was cut off by this knife.

His head was rolling in the air, his eyes were constantly rotating and changing, and his heart was infinitely reluctant: after all, it was still a mirror, and everything was empty.

Boom......!

His head rolled into the grass in the mountains, and his headless body fell with it.

As the Divine Decree said in advance, true and eternal liberation.

Shi Yi collected the "Mountain Splitting Blade" that had turned pitch black, and silently went deep into the mountain.

After getting rid of Wushan Road, he knew where he was going next: the North Camp of the Praetorian Guard!

He also understood at this moment that only he could enter this former divine army camp in this world, which was the real reason why he was resurrected by Tianhuo.

On that day, he was in the northern camp of the Praetorian Guard, and accidentally fused a group of heroic souls - this probability is very small, since that camp became like this, in the endless years, I don't know how many creatures have broken into it, but only Shi Yi has fused the soul of heroic spirits, and was recognized as "his own person" by that camp.

Therefore, after he came out of the northern camp of the Praetorian Guard, his cultivation speed was strangely fast, so in the eyes of the Cui family, he was a rare "Tenth Heroic Martyr" qualification.

Tianhuo needs something in the northern camp of the Praetorian Guard, and he needs to go and retrieve it for Tianhuo, and he can't disobey it.

Shi Yi walked between the mountains and fields, and suddenly remembered a possibility: If one day, Tianhuo wants to kill Song Zheng and them, can he disobey?

The mountain wind was cold and biting, and he stood still, with a great panic in his heart, dazed and at a loss......

......

Three days later, Song Zheng regained his calm, and the old man Ishihara also knew the news and comforted him several times, Song Zheng seemed very calm, thanked Ishihara, and reassured him that he could pass this hurdle.

Cao Guling and they came to visit several times, but Song Zheng was indifferent, letting them be soldiers with peace of mind, hone themselves, improve their strength, and wait for the next holy decree.

Everyone thought that he had really come out of Shi Yi's death - after all, since the heavenly fire fell, life and death have become the norm.

Sometimes, seeing too much will naturally become indifferent.

Only Zhao Xuan and a few of them could see that in the depths of Song Zheng's eyes, there was a cold and hard like a cold abyss, and it would be difficult to dissolve it in this life.

Everyone was secretly worried and discussed it in private.

On this day, Miao Yun'er made all the Dan food she can cook now in the "Heavenly Demon Night Banquet" in one go, prepared a sumptuous meal, and called everyone over.

Zhao Xuan came forward and asked the old man Ishihara for a hundred jars of wine.

Wang Jiu, who had lost a lot of weight, pressed Song Zheng to his seat: "Let's get drunk, Shi Tou'er is gone, but we still have to live." We have to make that damn monster understand that each of us is a stinky and hard stone in the pit, and it won't be so easy for it to pinch us to death!"