Hidden God

Chapter One Hundred and Five

Yuan Qi left, only Hua Shu was left under the peach tree. She lowered her eyes, no one could see the panic on her face. She knew that Yuan Qi was so guilty of the death of that water-condensed beast, but he was ashamed of Lan Feng in his heart, and he left a trace of affection for her in the end. As long as there is this trace of affection, she will not give up Yuan Qi. Yuan Qi is the son of the true god, and even the most noble **** in the lower three realms. Only by staying with him can she have a day when she reigns over the three realms in the future.

This humiliation and fear is nothing. Hua Shu tightened his lips, and when he raised his head again, the paleness and panic on his face disappeared, and he had already returned to normal.

The crowd watching the excitement on Chang'an Street didn't see the universe, only thinking that it was the Peacock Princess of Nine Heavens, and that she could still have this thin face in front of Yuan Qi Shenjun.

Hua Shu waved his sleeves and walked towards the Cardinal who was waiting not far away. When the colorful peacock on the ground saw her coming, he screamed and fell obediently at her feet.

Hua Shu was about to step on the back of the bird, paused, and looked in the direction of Xiuyan Pavilion.

By the window of Xiuyan Pavilion, a pair of dark eyes were looking at her. Those eyes only looked at her lightly, and there was a majesty and majesty that could not be ignored.

When did such a person appear in the Three Realms?

Hua Shu's heart trembled suddenly, his brows frowned slightly, and before he had time to look more, the veiled woman by the window turned around.

"His Royal Highness." The Cardinals waited by Hua Shu's side for a long time, noticed her abnormality, and called out nervously.

Hua Shu glanced at her, not wanting to say anything, stepped on the peacock, raised his hand, and a thick celestial force brushed against the curtain of the ghost world, tearing the ghost world interface like it had come.

The colorful peacock made a long cry, supporting Hua Shu and the Cardinal and flew towards the gap above the ghost world where Hua Shu had been torn apart.

The fairies and ghosts on Chang'an Street looked at the distant figure of the colorful peacock, unavoidably a little envious.

Suddenly, a huge impact sounded, loudly. Everyone looked up, and saw that the colorful peacock carrying Hua Shu's master and servant wanted to break through the interface of the ghost world hit a black mist, and the colorful peacock let out a painful crowing and wailed and fell to the ground.

Hua Shu on the back of the bird has no time to take care of the peacocks and servants at her feet. All the ghostly power on the black fog fell on her. She offered a umbrella to cover the sky, barely resisting the divine power of the black fog, embarrassed and staggered. The ground fell beside the peach tree just now. The colorful peacock vomited blood, fell to the ground and wailed, and the Cardinal knelt at Hua Shu's feet, even more frightened.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what is that..."

After the black mist stopped Hua Shu's master and servant, a trace of ghost power escaped into the ghost world interface, and the gap that Hua Shu had just torn by immortal power was perfectly repaired.

Feng Yin, who was about to leave by the window of Xiuyan Pavilion, saw this scene and raised her eyebrows thoughtfully.

The huge change was abrupt, everyone watching this scene was secretly surprised, who on earth stopped the arrogant Peacock Princess?

The black mist in mid-air slowly turned into a human form, with a red dress and a golden crown, and a pair of fire eyes that were extremely cold and majestic. It was Ao Ge, the lord of the ghost world.

"Your Majesty!" The ghosts on Chang'an Street looked at the figure transformed into the black mist, and hurriedly knelt and bowed. Seeing the ghost king appearing, the fairy monarchs and monsters on the side respectfully held their hands in a half polite manner.

Hua Shu suppressed his trembling arms, put away his umbrella, looked at Ao Ge in midair in horror and anger, and reluctantly gave a half-prize, "Hua Shu has seen Your Majesty Ao Ge."

"Oh? Princess Huashu actually knows that the emperor is still alive." Ao Ge's voice was slightly raised, and his eyes were full of undisguised anger and coldness.

"Why did your Majesty say this?" Hua Shu was frightened by Ao Ge's look, and his heart was timid, "Hua Shu has always respected Your Majesty..."

"Huh! The clever tongue is like a spring, you tear the interface of my ghost world, and the birds enter the ghost world like no one..." Ao Ge coldly snorted, and his eyes swept over the colorful peacocks and Hua Shu who were moaning on the ground. Even Twilight and Feng Ran dare not humiliate this emperor, Princess Hua Shu, you are so brave."

The ghost world is accustomed to being mysterious, at the bottom of the Three Realms, and has rarely dealt with the immortal and demons in the past sixty thousand years. Thousands of years ago, after the ghost king opened the gate of the ghost world guarded by the tourmaline gods, the two tribes were able to enter the ghost world for a while, and Hua Shu was indeed the first one in 60,000 years to tear the interface of the ghost world.

Hua Shu came here to see Yuan Qi with all her heart, and she also relied on her extraordinary identity. She tore through the interface and entered was also a ostentatious thought. How could she think of the ghost king completely disregarding the face of the heavenly palace, and actually cut her in the ghost world under the full eyes of everyone. inside.

"Your Majesty." Hua Shu became furious, but in the first blow he saw that the ghost king's strength was unfathomable. I am afraid that he was already above the gods, so he could only ask for sin. I'm tearing apart the interface of the ghost world, and please don't get familiar with Hua Shu. Hua Shu will definitely go to Zhong Ling Palace another day to apologize to your Majesty!"

"Please, you will be spared." A cold snort came from midair: "Today, the emperor will be open to you for the sake of Fengran and Tiangong. In the next hundred years, you, the peacock clan, will no longer step into my ghost world. step!"

The ghost king waved his sleeves, and the powerful divine power fell on Hua Shu, forcibly forcing her to fall back two and a half steps to kneel on the ground. Then the ghost king stopped, the black fog disappeared, and the tranquility of Chang'an Street was restored.

In the end, Hua Shu didn't resist this palm wind, and he vomited out the blood in his throat.

"Your Highness!" The Cardinal hurried over to help her.

Hua Shu saw the ghosts and monarchs on the street sneer, the female fairies dodged their eyes, she looked embarrassed, put the injured colorful peacock into the universe bag, and hurried towards the gate of the ghost world with the cardinals. It's not as arrogant as when it came.

Feng Yin watched the good show by the window of Xiuyan Pavilion, took a sip of tea, took out a handful of golden leaves and threw it on the table and left.

"Female gentleman!" The Xiao Pao Tang, who was stunned by Feng Yin's divine power, was honest, holding a handful of golden leaves and weakly calling her, "We, the tea in our building is not worth so much. Golden Leaf, you, you have given too much!"

This female fairy was not annoying, he didn't dare to accept such a pile of golden leaves indiscriminately.

"It's worth it, this good show, it's worth it!" Feng Yin waved his hand lazily, and there was a feeling of comfort between his eyebrows. "

Feng Yin laughed loudly and walked towards the stairs. When the small running hall opened his eyes again, she was already gone.

In Zhong Ling Palace, Feng Yinliang had his identity to worship the King of Ghosts.

Gong Wei respectfully invited her into the palace, but embarrassedly returned that the ghost king was not in Zhongling Palace, and asked her to wait a while in the palace to wait for the ghost king to return.

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows and moved from the bottom of her heart, leaving Zhong Ling Palace and heading towards Naihe Bridge.

When Ao Ge was not there, she went to find Xiuyan.

No matter what the bridge is, a ghost in a green robe sits on the bridge with Erlang's legs upright, and beside him stands a white-clothed fairy with a cold face.

In Wangchuan's water mirror, there was a scene where the master and servant of Hua Shu disappeared at the end of Chang'an Avenue. Xiuyan waved his hand and the water mirror disappeared. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man aside: "Why, Yuan Qi Shenjun wants to seek justice for your Peacock Princess?"

Yuan Qi's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, "She tore the interface to break into the ghost world, your Majesty's move is already merciful."

Back then, Yuan Qi and Ayin went into the ghost world to look for the phoenix tree. They knew that Xiuyan and Ao Ge shared the same body. The ghost king virtual image on Chang'an Street just now was transformed by Xiuyan.

"Then what are you doing here in such a fierce and wicked manner? This is the Naihe Bridge. The dead come here, and the gods shouldn't come here."

"Your Majesty Xiuyan." Yuan Qi said in a deep voice: "My junior sister Ayin disappeared in Rakshadi back then. I hope your Majesty can tell me where she has been reincarnated?"

Xiuyan raised his eyebrows, and spoke harshly today, "Disappeared? The gods just laughed, let alone a water-condensed beast who died under the Yuanshen Sword, even the gods will be dissipated. Where else can they be reincarnated? The precious body of the gods will return to the gods as soon as possible. In the next few years, my ghosts will come to the ghost world to find the soul of a poor fairy beast."

After Xiuyan finished speaking, he closed his eyes, leaning on the bridge of Naihe, and looked like he didn't want to talk to Yuanqi at all.

"Five hundred years ago, I was in the ghost world..." Yuan Qi's voice sounded, and Xiuyan's eyes moved and opened. "I once felt the power of Ah Yin's soul." Yuan Qi said firmly, "Although it was only a moment, I can't make a mistake. Ah Yin must have appeared in the ghost world."

Five hundred years ago, Feng Yinlun reincarnated and saw Yuan Qi on Chang'an Street in the water mirror of Wangchuan. I'm afraid that it was Feng Yin's deeds that made Yuan Qi aware of it, otherwise he would not have refused to give up for thousands of years, and waited in the ghost realm year after year.

Xiuyan sighed in his heart, but his face remained unmoved, "Shenzhen Yuanqi, the world's fate is gathered and scattered. Ayin has perished under the nine-day profound thunder drawn by your Yuanshen sword a thousand years ago. Why are you persistent." Seeing Yuan Qi's expression unmoved, "Moreover, even if the soul of your junior sister is still..."

Xiuyan's voice paused, Yuan Qi suddenly raised his head, and a hopeful light popped out of his eyes.

"So what?" Xiuyan said cruelly and ruthlessly, "Thousands of years have passed, and she doesn't know where she is reincarnated. Are you going to jump in front of her and say to her: I am your senior from a thousand years ago..."

Yuan Qi opened his mouth, "No, I just want to..."

"Or do you want to tell her, are you the one who killed her and let her go away?"

Xiuyan's eyes are full of coldness, "Shenjun Yuanqi, if she died a thousand years ago and there is no dust left, it means that your fate was broken a thousand years ago. If she still lives in any of these three realms, In one place, she should have her own life and fate. You have to know that whether she is still alive or not, Ah Yin back then is already dead."

I just want to know if she is still alive. As long as she is alive, even if she doesn’t remember me, she doesn’t remember Dazeshan, she doesn’t remember everything between us, it doesn’t matter, as long as she is alive, there is still this world. All right.

Yuan Qi opened his mouth, and finally failed to say the words in Xiuyan's cold eyes.

"Besides, I really don't know where your junior sister Ayin is. Even if I have the divine power and the power of reincarnation, I can't hide the deceased soul from the Chaos Lord. Don't you know this?"

The hope that rose in Yuan Qi's eyes was crushed little by little by Xiuyan's words.

"Yuanqi Shenjun, the ghost world is dark and muddy. It's not where the gods should come. Please go back." After Xiuyan finished his words, he stopped looking at Yuanqi and started to drive people away.

"In any case, I will not give up looking for her. Your Majesty, I will come again next year."

After Yuan Qi finished speaking, he didn't say much any more. Like in the past hundreds of times, he turned and left Naihe Bridge, his back was as lonely as before.

Xiuyan looked at its distant figure, sighed, and his eyes fell back to the sparkling waves, a little swaying.

It's not that his heart is as hard as iron, but he has watched the dazzling soul fly away, watched her struggling alone at the bottom of the ghost world, watched her forget all the catastrophes that have gone through the world. If she was willing to see each other again, how could Yuan Qi not know that the Phoenix Emperor on Wutongfeng Island was his little junior sister Ayin from thousands of years ago.

"Hey!" Thousands of years have passed, and even though it has been a long time sincerely, I still can't help sighing for this sinful fate.

"You live a happy life without disasters and illnesses. What a sigh!" A beautiful female voice sounded, neat and sassy.

Xiuyan opened his eyes abruptly and saw Feng Yin, who was dressed in white on the bridge head, with his mouth raised, and he jumped off the bridge without making a sound.

He has been with him for thousands of years at the bridge of Naihe, and the female ghost Ayin eventually became a generation of phoenix emperor and phoenix in the nine heavens. Some of his eyes were gratified and sighed, and finally turned into a sentence.

"You're back."

For thousands of years, he stayed at the bridge of Naihe and said this to every female ghost Ayin who reincarnated.

Yuan Qi flew towards the gate of the ghost world lonely all the way, the gate was close at hand, but his figure suddenly stopped.

"Anyone who died under the Yuanshen Sword, let alone a water-condensed beast, even the gods will fly away, where can they be reincarnated?"

"Shenzhen Yuanqi, the fate of the world is gathered and scattered. Ayin has perished under the nine-day profound thunder led by your Yuanshen sword thousands of years ago, so why bother to you."

What Xiuyan said just now suddenly sounded in Yuan Qi's mind.

There was a great battle in the Rakshasa area that year, and the fairy demon died and injured countless. The fairy monarch and demon present at the scene never mentioned how Ah Yin died because of him. Therefore, there are only legends about the death of Ah Yin in the Three Realms for thousands of years, but Xiu But I can tell that Ah Yin died under the nine-day profound thunder led by the Yuanshen Sword...

When Xiuyan was not in Rakshasa, he knew that there was only one possibility for what happened that day.

Yuan Qi turned around and looked in the direction of Naihe Bridge, his lips trembling slightly.

Every soul enters the reincarnation of the ghost world, and as a ghost king, Xiuyan can see everything that the soul that has passed through the Naihe Bridge has gone through while alive.

Xiuyan knew how Ah Yin died. He had seen her.

Yuan Qi's eyes ignited with anger, and his whole body trembled because of this conjecture. Yuan Shen Sword appeared beside him, screaming anxiously and worriedly.

He clenched the Yuanshen Sword and walked towards Naihe Bridge without hesitation.

However, above the bridge head, Wangchuan.

Feng Yin looked at Xiuyan a few meters away, her eyes were reddish, she closed her lazy expression, walked up to Xiuyan, and solemnly held her hand and bent over to make an ancient ceremony.

"Wutong Fengdao Fengyin, thank your Majesty for saving her back then." She tumbled to the end, "and the meaning of companionship for thousands of years on the Naihe Bridge."

At the moment when the words of thanks that had accumulated over the years clearly rang above Wangchuan, Yuan Qi, who fell behind the stone stele on the bridgehead, stopped and looked at the Naihe Bridge in disbelief.