When did the brother collapse [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 93

upper body? "

Yin Zhaohua sighed: "Yes. The previous Holy Son was my cousin. I met him a few days ago. At that time, he suddenly changed his temper and urged me to run quickly, saying that the gods would gradually erode me. Consciousness, once ten years arrive, it will completely lose itself and become a puppet of the gods."

"Do you believe him when he says that?"

Chen Zhishuo was very skeptical about this. Since Yin Zhaohua was chosen as the saint and took on the responsibility of guiding the northern border for the next ten years, she would definitely not be a weak-willed little girl who would believe what others said.

Sure enough, Yin Zhaohua continued: "Of course I don't believe it, and the Holy Son quickly returned to his original state. If he hadn't been too excited when he spoke and broke the vase, I would have thought everything was my illusion. However, at that time he It’s not my real name, but what my family called me when I was young, which made me suspicious.”

"I was chosen as a holy woman, and I was very free to come and go. In addition, everyone was busy preparing for the séance ceremony, and no one paid attention to me. I followed the holy son quietly for many days, and found that he would talk to himself occasionally, which was very painful, and even Kneel down and beg for mercy, begging the gods to let him go."

Si Qi imagined that scene, couldn't help swallowing, and asked fearfully, "What happened next?"

"There is no more." Yin Zhaohua covered his face sadly, "The Holy Son suddenly disappeared, and everyone was in a panic, so I took advantage of the time when they were looking for the Holy Son and escaped quietly."

She sniffed and laughed at herself: "I was originally chosen as a saint, I was so happy, but when I saw the old saint son begging for mercy, with no dignity, I was afraid that I would become like that too. Ten years, It's too long, and I can't stand it."

Once the panic accumulated for many days was vented, Yin Zhaohua was so emotional that his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Chen Zhisuo was the closest to her, reached out to hold her shoulders, and called Si Qi: "Help me to the back bed and watch her."

Si Qi didn't ask any more questions, and helped the man over as he said.

"You believe me." Lu Li said in a low voice.

Chen Zhisuo winked: "Go outside and talk."

The two came outside the carriage, and Chen Zhishuo sat in the front seat of the carriage, his feet dangling on the clouds: "What she said should be true, at least, she saw it."

Lu Li had deeper concerns: "If you were like them and attracted the demon to yourself, would you be able to withstand the power of the demon?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhishuo looked up to the sky vigilantly, but found that Tiandao didn't warn with thunder this time.

Lu Li followed him to look at the sky: "It seems that the Tao of Heaven is either asleep or out of control."

"It's not the time to talk about these things." Chen Zhishuo saw a glimmer of light in Yin Zhaohua's words, and he was very determined. "Since they can attract the so-called 'Gods', I will definitely be able to attract the demons to myself."

Lu Li's eyebrows twitched: "You're crazy!"

"I'm crazy." Chen Zhishuo looked at the white clouds under his feet, and showed a faint wry smile, "For seven years, I have traveled almost all over the Central Plains, refining and scrapping countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but I still can't get one that can carry the power of heavenly demons." A magic weapon. Perhaps, only humans can withstand the power of the heavenly demon."

"I don't understand!" After the reunion, Lu Li lost his composure for the first time. He grabbed Chen Zhisuo's shoulders excitedly, forcing the other person's eyes to turn from the clouds to himself, "Didn't your seven years be for me? I'm already in front of you." Now, why do you still risk yourself against the Dao of Heaven?"

The more he talked, the more indignant he became: "Go back to the Demon Realm with me, the way of heaven can't control it. From then on, everything in the world has nothing to do with us."

Chen Zhishuo didn't speak, but just looked at Lu Li helplessly.

In his eyes, there were pity, sadness, pain and strangeness, but there was no admiration that Lu Li wanted.

"I'm Lu Li." He started to panic, reminding Chen Zhisuo repeatedly, and also reminding himself, "I am your senior brother, your Taoist companion, and your childhood sweetheart."

Chen Zhishuo raised his right hand, but he couldn't break free from Lu Li's embrace.

"No," he told Lu Li softly, "You are Lu Li, but you are not my Taoist companion."

"Because I lost my memory?" Lu Li thought he had found the reason why Chen Zhishuo was so estranged from him, "Xiao Shuo, don't worry, I will try my best to remember. If you take me to the places we have been, maybe I can remember stand up."

"My lord, there are some things that cannot be forced."

Chen Zhishuo's indifferent words were like sharp ice blades, cutting Lu Li's heart full of scars and blood.

"My Taoist companion will not be a selfish person."

After saying this, Chen Zhishuo pushed away the distraught Lu Li, got up and left.

Lu Li stayed where he was in a daze, so he didn't notice that Chen Zhishuo was behind him, but he gave him a decisive look with nostalgia.

Like saying goodbye.

In the carriage, Tu Hua relied on his excellent hearing ability to hear the conversation between the two clearly.

He originally planned to say a few good words for Lu Li, but when he saw Chen Zhisuo's gloomy air, he immediately changed his words: "Devil...I'll go and see the Demon Lord."

Chen Zhisuo ignored him, walked to the corner alone, sat down slowly against the wall, hugged his knees with his hands, and put his head on it.

Think of it as leaning on Ah Li's arms.

Outside the carriage, the white clouds were shining with golden light—unknowingly, the sun came out.

"Boss, don't be discouraged." Seeing Lu Li's depression, Tu Hua hugged him by the shoulders to help him solve his worries, "You have been absent for seven years, can't you let someone vent?"

Lu Li's mind was in turmoil at the moment, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Tu Hua shrugged helplessly, and wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly there was a violent shaking from under him, and he was almost thrown off the carriage.

He didn't care about continuing to advise Lu Li on his relationship path, so he drew his swords and looked around vigilantly.

The sea of ​​clouds churned violently, and a ray of multicolored light broke through the clouds and went straight up to the sky!

The aperture is like an ever-expanding vortex, sucking in all the surrounding white clouds, and the magic horse neighs long and hard to resist.

Lu Li finally woke up from the blow, made a quick decision, and grabbed the air with his left hand, and the magic horse transformed into a rein for him to drive.

The muscles in his arms tensed up, and the demon horse wailed in pain, but the suction of the light vortex became stronger and stronger, and the white clouds turned into rivers of clouds, enveloping the carriage and flowing towards the center of the vortex.

"Take it!"

Seeing that he was about to be involved, Lu Li threw the reins to Tu Hua, stepped on the magic horse, leaped high, and at the same time, the spirit sword came out of its sheath, fell into the palm of his left hand, and slashed at the unknown horse ahead. Vortex!

The killing air hit the edge of the light vortex, like cutting on an invisible barrier.Lu Li urged the power, and the surging sword energy gushed out from the edge of the sword, cutting until the suction of the light vortex stagnated, and the ear-piercing sound of friction continued.

After a crisp clicking sound, the colorful light vortex couldn't bear Lu Li's sword intent, and was cut to pieces.

The sea of ​​clouds returned to calm.

The spirit sword was back in its sheath, and Tu Hua had no time to applaud. Lu Li looked down at the sea of ​​clouds, and his golden pupils flashed: "There are people below."

Hearing this, Tu Hua raised his eyebrows and asked, "Kill?"

"No, they're here to find Yin Zhaohua." Lu Li looked away impatiently, "Xiao Shuo is going to hate me even more."

Hearing that the clansmen were waiting below, Yin Zhaohua's face turned pale with fright, and regardless of his eyes being covered with black cloth, he stumbled and walked out: "No, I don't want to go back."

Si Qi hurriedly stopped her to avoid the tragedy of bumping into the pillar.

"Senior Brother Lu, why do you know that the people below are here to find Miss Yin?" Si Qi asked, "Could it be you? Did you guess wrong?"

"If I'm wrong, the situation is even worse." Lu Li said indifferently, terrifying words, "The old man who leads is the one we met in Beiyue Bay."

"Old man?" Yin Zhaohua asked nervously, "Is he wearing a golden leaf crown and holding a golden scepter with two intersecting snakes on it?"

"Yes."

Yin Zhaohua was sweating profusely, and with a sudden effort, he shook off Siqi's hands and screamed.

"We've been counted, we've all been counted!"

The four looked at each other, wondering why Yin Zhaohua had such a reaction.

As the danger approached, Yin Zhaohua simply took off the black cloth, and slowly opened his closed eyes after a short period of adaptation.

Her pupils were yellow and filled with tears.

"The gods have counted everything, and I can't escape."

With tears streaming down her face, she glanced at the four people one by one in horror: "You can't escape either."

77. Dreamland ([-])

◎Mountain city◎

"What do you mean?" Chen Zhishuo asked after realizing that the gods respected by the people in the northern region were far more complicated than he thought.

However, Yin Zhaohua resigned to his fate and stopped answering his questions. Instead, he crazily smashed open the door of the carriage and ran out.

If it wasn't for Lu Li's quick reaction, grabbing her by the back collar and dragging her back, Yin Zhaohua would have jumped out of the carriage with open arms and plummeted straight into the sea of ​​clouds.

There was no joy of the rest of her life on her face, but she was extremely decayed, and her lifeless eyes were like stagnant pools, staring straight ahead.

"It's too late." She murmured, her face full of decay.

"It's too late!" Chen Zhishuo squatted on one knee in front of Yin Zhaohua, staring at her firmly, "Tell me, how did the gods calculate everything?"

His calmness brought some rationality to Yin Zhaohua. Thinking of the sea of ​​clouds that he glimpsed when he rushed out of the carriage, Yin Zhaohua re-examined the stranger in front of him.

Chen Zhishuo continued to increase his weight: "Since the gods have counted everything, didn't they count that you would choose to commit suicide? If you jump down now, you are throwing yourself into a trap. Tell me everything about the gods, and let me be the one who breaks the game."

Yin Zhaohua's eyes widened, his breathing was rapid, and he stared fiercely at Chen Zhisuo, as if he was testing whether the person in front of him was trustworthy.

The latter looked back without any intention of dodging.

"I don't know how the gods do divination, but as long as the gods