Chapter 87 Soul Lighting...

When the Great Desolation was first decided, the great sage Nong went down to the mortal world in person, tasted a hundred herbs to save people's lives, turned into an old man who collected herbs, and preached enlightenment among the crowd. Kunlun Jun has heard it a few times in the crowd, basically it is to teach the juvenile ghost king according to the book. Every bullshit I've ever said is the golden rule.

Gradually, at the door of the Jedi-like purgatory, there was also some kind of feeling that seemed to depend on each other.

The young man was still infatuated with Kunlun-kun, but he was born with a sense of shame. After listening to his words, he knew that it was not good to keep his words on his lips, so he stopped talking and tried to please him every day.

It's a pity that he can change again, the tricks he can change are very limited. There is always no fun in a place of disrespect. Bite, the last one eats the other.

But the young ghost king doesn't like this, and of course Kunlun Jun is even less likely to like it.

Therefore, the ghost king tried his best to save the big teeth of thirty-six secluded animals, thinking that they symbolized the thirty-six mountains and rivers that originated from the Kunlun Mountain Pass. The necklace, which is ingenious to challenge the ability of others to accept, was given to Kunlun Jun.

It's just that when Kunlun Jun took over these thirty-six large die, his expression was very strange, even more strange than the necklace itself. It seemed to be a toothache, but he still pressed his facial features and forced out an uncharacteristic smile. , Gritting his teeth, thank you.

The little ghost king thus came to a conclusion, thinking that he probably didn't like it - anyway, Kunlun-jun never brought it with him, and every time it was brought up, he would stagger the topic.

But he couldn't think of anything else. One day, the young man was sitting on the raised root of the ancient tree of merit and virtue, and inadvertently recited about the outside world he had glanced at, and suddenly said: "There is a kind of flower that looks like a bell. , there are all colors, and when you get close, you can smell a very light fragrance."

Kunlun Jun turned his head to look at him: "Huh?"

The young man with no wealth in his chest showed a longing look: "It's so beautiful, if you use it to weave a chain, you will like it, right?"

Kunlun Jun was silent for a moment, then said with a half-smile, "So you please me because you want to go out?"

The young ghost king was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

Kunlun Jun deliberately teased him: "What's that for? I'm staying here, not to let you out, even if you run away."

For... The young ghost king stared at him steadily, facing Jun Kunlun's playful eyes, he wanted to say, but he didn't know what to say, the emotion was stirring in his chest, but he couldn't find a suitable way to say it. .

I just feel that those words are too vulgar to be frank, and if they are vulgar, they may not be able to express his feelings.

The Ghost King was unable to speak, and he couldn't help but stretch out sharp claws from his fingernails, anxiously showing a sullen and rather aggressive expression.

Legend has it that being born in the world, in addition to the suffering of fate, most of the suffering comes from thinking too much and reading too little. It's readable, no one can solve the puzzle, but can only stumble all the way down with many doubts about heaven and earth. think it is extremely anxious and painful... Even if say what think to sweetheart, can't pick out a suitable sentence. of.

Kunlun Jun finally laughed, hooked his chin lightly, kissed the young man's bright and beautiful forehead lightly, and then flew onto the branch.

The young ghost king sat for a while, the poisonous thorns all over his body were retracted at some point, and his face was red from the cheeks to the tip of the chin and the side of the ears. After a long while, he stood up unconsciously, as if he was drunk. Even his feet were soft, and he fell off the big root of the ancient Gongde tree without thinking.

The boy was born as a ghost-even though he somehow grew into a monster of a ghost-but every day he was fascinated by the low-level ghosts who were driven by desire, never knew what a kiss was. Once touched it, felt that the whole person was enveloped in a hot air, and it seemed to float in mid-air.

Even the Wangchuan water couldn't make him float freely like this.

The young ghost clan suddenly turned around and ran into the big seal that could not restrain him, plunged into the place of disrespect, and disappeared for decades.

When he appeared in front of Kunlun Jun again, he seemed to have grown up a bit, his body was drawn a little longer, and he seemed to be almost as tall as Kunlun Jun. The soft lines of the young man became tougher, and only his eyebrows were picturesque. As if always the same.

He carefully held a golden fire in front of Kunlun.

"This is……"

"This is the soul fire on your left shoulder. It was originally scattered around the big seal. It took me fifty years to collect them together." The ghost king carefully gathered the warm flame, and then put his nostalgic face on his side. After rubbing it for a while, he handed it to Jun Kunlun reluctantly, "Give it back to you."

The smile on Kunlun Jun's mouth faded, and after a while, he looked at the other party and asked, "Then what do you want from me?"

"That..." The ghost king stopped for a while, as if he didn't know how to express it. After a while, he pointed to his forehead awkwardly, "That... can you do it again?"

Jun Kunlun looked at him for a long time, and at the end the young man was in front of him, almost feeling uneasy, but Jun Kunlun suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his chin, this time, he kissed the boy's lips very tenderly, and then gently touched the ghost king's lips. Holding it in his hand, the young man's slender fingers grabbed the blazing soul fire.

Kunlun-kun seemed to be casual and thoughtful. After a long time, he seemed to sigh and said in a low voice: "I am rich in famous mountains and rivers in the world, and it is nothing unusual when I think of it, but it is just a pile of rotten stones and wild rivers. All over the body, it is probably only this few points of sincerity that can be sold on the scale for a couple of taels, do you want it? Take it."

The young ghost king suddenly became enlightened at that moment, and only then did he realize that what he was eager for but couldn't say, there was such a saying, called "sincerity", only two words can make people irreversible.

The ghost clan is not a living being, but in the flick of his fingers, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat that didn't exist.

"And this, if you like it, keep it." Kunlun Jun patted on the back of his hand, "My hard work has turned into the wick of the soul lamp, and my body has turned into the lamp holder, only the primordial spirit is here, It's useless to get it back. Do you still have the tendon I gave you last time?"

The young man nodded quickly.

"Take it out and I'll take a look." Kunlun Jun said lightly.

The Ghost King ripped off the savage-like clothes on his body, and took out the tendon from the place where he was close to his body.

"I am the formation of the Kunlun Mountain, and it can be traced back to the Pangu Divine Axe earlier." Kunlun Jun took his hand and gently stroked the muscles and bones ripped off from his own body, as if he had forgotten the kind of bone-piercing The pain, neither light nor severe, said, "My bones are connected to the earth veins of Tianzhu Kunlun, and a shock can make the world change color."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent his fingers and made a series of extremely complicated handprints, and then the divine tendons turned into a ray of golden light, which followed his fingers and sank straight into the ghost king's forehead. At that moment, the young man felt that he heard The sound of the vicissitudes of life and the rumbling of one hundred thousand mountains.

It was as if he had suddenly climbed to an unspeakable high ceiling, his vision was condescending, and he could clearly see every mountain, river, river, rushing, and vast soup.

Kunlun Jun's voice was sandwiched in the middle, neither loud nor loud, but extremely penetrating: "From now on, the Hundred Thousand Mountains will listen to your orders. Although you are hard to escape from a ghost, at least you are half-immortal and half-ghost. In the future, you can freely travel to and from the Three Realms. I don't care about you anymore."

The teenager interrupted him: "I'm not leaving!"

After a while, he added sullenly: "You are here, I don't want to go anywhere."

"I won't stay long." Kunlun Jun said, turning his head and looking at the water that can't see the top of Qianzhang Wangchuan, "I'm just a soul, I can't go, and I won't stay long, but recently I suddenly feel that my life It's almost there."

The young ghost king hurriedly asked, "When will it be? Where are you going?"

"If I don't go anywhere, I'm going to die." Kunlun Jun said calmly.

"Impossible, how can God die?"

"Gods will die too, aren't Pangu, Fuxi, Nuwa, Shennong all dead?" Kunlun Jun said, "Now it's my turn."

The young ghost king listened for a moment, and then suddenly showed a ferocious look: "If there is no big seal, if it is not for you to seal the four pillars for Nuwa, if it is not for you to transform into a soul lamp, then you don't have to die? Then I chopped down the tree and pierced the damn seal!"

The young ghost king is sometimes like a chubby little láng with fluffy fur. It looks a lot like a puppy, and his habits seem to follow him. When he raises his hand to follow his fur, he will obediently roll on the ground and show his face. His belly, however, always had fangs in his mouth, and if he was not careful, it would be exposed, giving people a mouthful of blood to seal their throats.

Kunlun Jun was used to it for a long time and didn't care, he put his hand on his head and whispered: "I don't die, I always live... child, the stone in the void is also immortal, but it is only a stone in the end, you Do you understand? Shennong said that he can't die, can't be destroyed, and can't become a god. I always thought he was talking nonsense, and now I understand a little bit."

The Ghost King slapped his hand away, not at all wanting to know what he understood: "You dare!"

Jun Kunlun spread his hand, his hand suddenly seemed a little transparent, the angry young man was startled, grabbed his hand, nervously put it in his palm and looked over it again and again, as if to confirm that he was still there The same, still did not give up: "What if I cut down the ancient tree of merit?"

Kunlun Jun smiled: "You have inherited the authority of the Great Desolate Mountain Sage, and you can even chop the great sacred tree in the forbidden land of the gods. What is the ancient tree of merit?"

The ghost king said again, "Then I can also split the big seal and split the broken stone left by that woman!"

Kunlun Jun smiled bitterly: "Yes, but I will probably die faster."

"I can still..." The ghost king's voice paused for a while, and then said viciously, "I can still kill everyone in the world, I can kill all living things, so that the mountains are not green, the water is not flowing, and the ground is full. Corpses, thousands of miles uninhabited."

Kunlun Jun raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Yo, so powerful?"

The ghost king squeezed his hand: "You are not allowed to die, I can do anything, I can do anything!"

"Shen Nong is right again," Kunlun Jun raised his face and looked at him coldly, "I should have killed you a long time ago, and it would have been better to avoid future troubles."

The boy pursed his lips and stared at him stubbornly.

But Kunlun Jun suddenly laughed, as gentle as after the winter had passed, the first one opened to freeze, reflecting the surrounding light green water gurgling through: "It started from Shennong's borrowing the soul fire on my shoulder... No, From the battle between gods and demons, the creation of man by Nuwa, and even the opening of the sky by Pangu, these are destined. I am destined to die at this time and in this place. Even if you make the world close again, it will only make me die for no reason. That's it, it doesn't stop anything."

"You don't understand." The handsome Great Desolate Mountain Sage said in a rare patient and soft voice, "The so-called destiny is not actually a god-like way of reaching the same destination, and there is nothing secretly binding you, but At a certain moment, you know that you have thousands of choices, but you can also enter the sky, but you will always choose that way... I didn't understand these things when I was young, but when you grow up, you will probably Understood."

The young ghost king was finally speechless. For the first time, he discovered his powerlessness. All his abilities were killing, destroying and devouring. He could really cut off everything in the world, living things and dead things. Ghosts and gods flinch, but what's the use of that?

He still couldn't keep his favorite people.

Kunlun Jun saw the brows of the boy with a sullen face in front of him falling bit by bit, but he had not had time to learn the subtlety and depression in his heart, and he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly made a "wow", howling. burst into tears.

Kunlun Jun looked at him almost lovingly, thinking regretfully, it's a pity that the little beauty can't grow into a big beauty.

In the blink of an eye, five thousand years of wind, frost, rain and snow, and things are right and wrong.

Zhao Yunlan loosened the big seal stone like an electric shock, and suddenly realized that there was someone behind him, that person chuckled lightly, Zhao Yunlan didn't have time to turn around, he had already taken out the soul-suppressing whip, and took two steps back. Leaning on the big seal stone, he watched the ghost face ten paces away alertly.

The ghost face looked at him, shook his head slightly, and a smile appeared on the fake ghost face: "I heard that it contains all the memories of Nuwa, what did you see?"

Zhao Yunlan sneered, but before his mood eased, he said badly, "What am I going to tell you?"

The ghost face slowly walked in front of him, and also imitated his appearance and reached out to touch the big seal: "Five thousand years ago, he and I were clearly twin ghost kings, but he begged you Kunlun Jun to like you, five thousand years ago Afterwards, one of us was inside, the other was outside, the other was in prison, and the other was the head of the prison."

The corners of the ghost's raised mouth drooped down, and then he turned his head, lowered his voice, and said word by word: "But Dafeng is about to end, so I can go in and out at will - in the end, everything will die, you Kunlun Jun , if it weren't for my stupid brother who suddenly plotted against you, imprisoned your primordial spirit, and just stuffed you into reincarnation and became a mortal who was reincarnated for a generation, he would have vanished like those ancient gods by now. Is it stupid? All the twisted melons in this world can't last long, only death will last long."

As he spoke, he gently stretched out his cold fingers, touching Zhao Yunlan's cheek, and suddenly sighed like a moan: "But 'death' itself, was ignited by your soul fire, and transformed into For those of us... things that don't live or die, isn't this a mistake?"

Zhao Yunlan frowned, turned his head slightly, and dodged. He had heard several versions of what happened to his soul fire, but he really didn't know which one was the real one.

So he asked: "Isn't my soul fire borrowed by Shennong? Why did it appear in a place of disrespect, and why did it say that 'death' itself was set on fire by me?"

The ghost face was stunned for a moment, and the mask was blank for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Zhao Yunlan was asking for a while, and suddenly, he leaned back and forth and laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha, I thought he was innocent and the face of a saint, so... "

His voice stopped abruptly—because the Soul Chopping Saber slashed in the air, with the savage aura of slicing his whole body in half, the ghost face swept away, and Zhao Yunlan couldn't help but retreat from the rest of the blade wind. step.

Zhao Yunlan: "Shen Wei?"

Shen Wei raised his hand to catch him: "If you come to such a place alone, I think you are crazy!"

But before he could touch Zhao Yunlan, the ghost face suddenly appeared from it, raised his hand to cover Shen Wei's arm, turned into a cloud of black mist, and slammed into Zhao Yunlan's arms, just in time to restrain him. Whip in hand.

Afterwards, the ghost face turned into countless streaks of black smoke, wrapping Zhao Yunlan in it from head to toe, and a burst of laughter came out of his mouth.

However, the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly, the black smoke dissipated, condensed into a ghost face again, and the place was empty.

The ghost face paused, and seemed a little stunned, and said in a low voice, "Someone took him away, who?"