My Death God Roommate

"you……"

Su Sifang smiled slightly: "Senior Sister Tong got stuck on the road because of something? Let Sifang wait."

Sang Tong looked at Su Sifang in a preoccupied manner. He first used the cloud technique and then teleported to Fengdu City from Chenghuang himself. Su Sifang unexpectedly was faster than himself. There was only one explanation: the method of primordial spirit out of the body.

Sang Tong never thought that Su Sifang had actually cultivated the ability to get out of his body and set foot in another world without the help of any external force!

With his talents, he can't keep up even if he cultivates for another twenty years.

What she saw at this time was Su Sifang's primordial spirit. If she stepped on a few pieces of green lotus and added a few ray of Buddha light, she was afraid that countless Yin soldiers in this capital city would fall down and worship.

Su Sifang's smile hurt Sang Tong's eyes: The bright moon in the sky may be projected into the water, giving mortals the illusion that it is very close to you, but it is just a reflection.

Who can hold the moon in nine days and monopolize the Osmanthus Palace?

Su Sifang originally came to this world, and Western Bliss is where she should go.

And what I can do is to help her accomplish her merits as soon as possible.

Su Sifang didn't know that Sang Tong had thought so much for a while, her lips still had a shallow curvature, and her dark eyes showed a little bit of stars.

Sang Tong opened his eyes without leaving a trace, and felt sore at the thought that this person would fly into the air one day.

Suddenly, she laughed again.

Why do you laugh at yourself?

For thousands of years, how many cultivators have dreamed of this but couldn't?I should be happy.

Su Sifang narrowed his smile and frowned between his eyebrows: "Sister Tong?"

Sang Tong raised his palm: "Stop! Don't go any further."

The legs that stepped away were alive, and there were still two or three steps between the two.

"Sister Tong?"

"The light from your body is too dazzling. Keep our distance."

...

"Let's go, go to Mu Rong. Let me say that I can only use my Luyin Deeds by one person. If the Yin Soldiers don't let you in, I can't help it."

Su Sifang smiled without saying a word, and came to the gate of the city together with Sang Tong.

The yin soldiers who guarded the city looked at the two of them, gave Su Sifang a Buddhist ritual, and said politely: "Venerable is coming to Fengdu City, but are you going to Wangchuan River to save your souls?"

"Amitabha, this time is here to find someone."

"I don't know who the Lord is looking for?"

"An old friend."

"Venerable please."

So Su Sifang passed the pass safely under a kind gaze, and when he arrived at Sangtong, the ghosts and soldiers holding spears raised their weapons and shouted: "Who is here!"

????

Su Sifang stopped, turned around, and smiled.

Sang Tong felt a puff of anger against his chest, and took out the customs clearance document hidden in his sleeves: "Look clearly, let the order fall."

When the ghost soldier saw Wen Die, he bowed in fear: "See the emperor."

Sang Tong gave a cold snort and walked over quickly.

Passing by Su Sifang, he whispered dissatisfiedly: "I don't rely on face to pass customs like some people."

...

"Those ghosts know you?"

"Sifang had been here in the early years by Master's order to save the souls of the dead."

The two came to the secluded place Sang Tong to let Su Quartet take care of the wind, and took out their mobile phones to dial Mu Rong's number.

It rang a lot and no one answered it, but it prompted the shutdown after the second call.

Sang Tong's heart sank: "Something happened to Mu Rong."

...

Besides, Mu Rong was hiding in the alley and waiting for support, but he didn't want the black and white impermanence to take a step before Sangtong, using the Yin and Yang Post Station to directly transmit back to Fengdu City.

As long as the soul in the capital city is not black and white, there is no impermanence that cannot be found. Xie Bian, Fan Wushao's relatives and his ministry will rush to Murong.

Mu Rong didn't know that the danger was coming quietly, suddenly!Yatakyo, who had been sleeping in her spirit sea, reacted!

"Well, where are you Mu Rong?"

Yatayama's voice sounded lazy and weak, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"you're awake!"

"I sensed two powerful nether auras coming here, forcibly waking up."

"Seven masters and eight masters seem to know what you are in my body, and I am waiting for support."

Yata Kagami was silent for a few seconds: "The two guys had fought with me, and they couldn’t help me. It’s just that I signed a natal contract with you. With your current strength, I can’t exert my strength. Those two guys If I catch you, I will kill you. As soon as the host dies, I will become a rock that cannot be recovered for a thousand years."

"I'm sorry, but signing a weak master like me has caused your dignified artifact to be humiliated."

"It’s not the time to talk about this. Thousands of years are just a night’s sleep for me, but your life is only one time. I am afraid that the time I wake up this time will not last too long. I feel the strong lifelessness of you. Is it in the underworld, right?"

"Ok."

Gougan was silent again, and Mu Rong's heart hung up, wondering if Yazhijing was asleep again.

Fortunately, after a while he spoke again: "I remember that there is a place called Wangchuanhe in the underworld of your flower planter, right?"

"Correct."

"Hurry over with all your strength."

"it is good."

Mu Rong jumped out of the alley and ran at full speed. She felt that Yata Mirror was struggling to support her, and they didn't have much time.

Black and white impermanence locked Mu Rong's breath and led the Yin soldiers to chase after him at full speed.

Mu Rong also felt the opponent's position and ran at the fastest speed.

At this moment, the phone rang, and she was about to press the answer button with a "swish" sound, a Liuya wiped her ear, shaking her hand, the phone fell to the ground and slid far, and was stepped on by the chasing Yin soldier. The sparse.

Xie Bian roared: "Who allowed you to release arrows? I caught my lord alive!"

"Yes!"

A drop of cold sweat passed between Xie Bian's forehead: If the arrow shot Mu Rong's soul just now, everything would be lost!

He finally waited for a reasonable excuse to force Mu Rong to surrender his soul and live forever and stay in Feng to do a bad job. This time he must not repeat the same mistakes!

...

"What to do! Mu Rong's phone is turned off!"

Su Sifang moved the Buddha beads and closed his eyes, and thousands of strands of soul silk floated from her spiritual platform, covering the entire capital city in an instant!

"Go here, Mu Rong is being chased by a large number of people."

It is not allowed to ride the clouds and fog in Fengdu City, and even the gods cannot without the special approval of the king.

The black and white impermanence are riding on the tall horse and the distance to Mu Rong is getting closer and closer.

"Seven brother, the front is Wangchuanhe."

"Ok."

Bai Wuchang is a little relieved. Forgetting Chuan River is the Tiandu moat. It flows upstream from the depths of hell, without knowing the source; it is abruptly divided into two, and there is only a narrow arch bridge on the river called Naihe, by Meng Po guard.

Mu Rong definitely couldn't pass Po Meng's hurdle. The feathers on the Wangchuan River did not float, and the rocks fell silent.

There are countless souls of idiotic men and women wandering in it, all of them voluntarily sinking into the river because they don't want to give up the memories of previous lives.

Xie Bian took the reins and slowed down the speed of chasing. He enjoyed the process of chasing. He wanted to take a look at this man who had caused them headaches for thousands of years, this embarrassing look.

Mu Rong was panting heavily, already faintly seeing Wangchuan River.

"Murong, let's talk, I'm afraid of falling asleep."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"This may be our last conversation."

"why?"

"Heh, I don't know if it is because of the contract with you, a mortal, I have not only not recovered from my injury after sleeping for so long, but my spiritual power has also been exhausted; I can't support basic sobriety."

"Then what to do?"

"You don't have to worry about me, but I am afraid that I will sleep until you end of life unless I..."

"Unless what?"

"It's okay, pity me Yata Kyou's first generation of artifacts has to hide in a mortal body to sleep, and when she dies, she will turn into a stone and sleep for another thousand years."

"Dogdan, Wangchuanhe is here."

"Well, I sensed it."

"and then?"

"Do you believe in Sang Yu?"

Mu Rong replied without hesitation: "Believe!"

"Even if you put your life in her hands?"

"Yes, I believe her anyway."

"Well, you can jump down."

...

"No time to explain, jump!"

Mu Rong clenched his teeth, flashed the look of the night Sangyu fighting against Pipa Ghost King in his mind, and jumped!

Before being completely immersed in the river water, Yata Kagami’s voice came: "You and I have a natal contract, as long as I am in your body, the soul chains of those two guys cannot hold you; but you are afraid that you will suffer some suffering. ."

"Seven brother, Murong her!"

Xie Bian didn't care about the rules of the underworld, and volleyed out of the soul chain.

The chain fell into the river and stirred like a dragon, but when it was pulled up, the other end was empty.

"Seven brothers! What should I do?"

"Unexpectedly, she jumped in."

Fan Wujiao said to Xie Bi'an, "Seven brothers, there is no going in or out of Forgotten Chuan, how about we?"

"Confused! Did you forget that His Royal Highness did not know what we did!"

"Then what to do?"

"You stay and deal with these soldiers, I'll go to the magistrate."

"Where is Po Meng?"

"Don't worry about that lady, she won't care about this stall."

Xie Bi'an stepped onto the tall horse and took the reins to the direction of the Palace of the King of the Lords. Fan Wujiu pinched a magic trick and flew out hundreds of soul-locking chains from his cuffs to tie up a group of ghost soldiers and ghosts.

"Baye?"

"My Lord God?"

Fan Wujiu didn't say a word, and with a wave of his big sleeve, the tied soldier would be thrown into the Wangchuan River.

When Sang Tong and Su Sifang hurriedly arrived, there was only a black figure on the bank of Wangchuan River, and Fan Wujiu stood with his back to them.

"I don't know what's the matter of the two coming here on the bank of Wangchuan River?"

"Where is Mu Rong?"

Fan Wujiu turned around: "Presumptuously, it's just that because of a copy of the inscriptions, the little mortal dare to be rude to this god?"

The author has something to say: It's almost time to zoom in, and the days are not far for everyone.

I always thought this story was so long and long, but now it seems not as long as I imagined. It should be over in October.