My Death God Roommate

Yang Songnu stopped, and slowly sat back on the throne without looking at them.

He just sat there and muttered to himself: "Xue Ji, why are you lying to me?"

Mu Rong took the opportunity to whisper to Sang Tong: "I'll cover you, you look for the front to destroy it, and we can go out."

Sang Tong nodded and looked at the palace, and soon she set her eyes on the Ye Mingzhu that was used as a light source.

The size of this night pearl is unique in the world, as big as a volleyball.

The light it emits makes the entire palace feel like daylight, and it is the thing most likely to be regarded as an eye.

But... Sang Tong looked at the young man in the high position again, maybe he was the root of this formation.

"Let's go." Yang Songnu waved his hand wearily.

Mu Rong took a step forward, still imitating the etiquette of the archaic people: "The younger generation heard that the ancient country of Qiuchi is not less than a thousand miles away. Why is your mausoleum here, senior?"

After listening, Yang Songnu looked up at Mu Rong, and a bitter curve formed on his lips: "This is not the palace of the king, but the altar after the defeat of the Jiuli Clan."

Without waiting for Mu Rong to ask further, Yang Songnu said to himself: "Chi You is the ancestor of ancient weapons. The only thing in this world that can hurt him is the evil sword in his hand. Later this sword was destroyed. The Yellow Emperor got to behead Chi You. In order to prevent Chi You from making trouble, the Yellow Emperor separated his head, and then merged his cane with the evil sword to form the Xuanyuan Sword. However, the Jiuli tribe secretly found Chi You’s body and brought him there. The altar was opened here to sacrifice, with the intention of resurrecting Chi You. The Yellow Emperor heard that he personally set off to seal Chi You with the Xuanyuan Sword. This is a legend recorded in an ancient book circulated by my Qiu Chi State. This king came here to find Xuanyuan Sword."

"Then why do seniors look for this sword? Is it because Qiu Chi is in trouble?"

Yang Songnu's eyes darkened and there was a long silence: "It has nothing to do with you, leave quickly."

Mu Rong saw that Yang Songnu was quite different from her image of being incapable of bones, and saw that he was kind enough to boldly ask: "It's true that I didn't mean to disturb Senior Qingmeng. I just strayed into the underground palace and fell into confusion. I can’t find a way out in time, so please seniors for advice."

"Mission? I don't know what to say."

Sang Tong said: "I wonder if seniors can bear the pain and let us ruin the pearl of the night?"

Yang Songnu waved his hand indifferently, and was immersed in his own world again.

Sang Tong summoned a fire talisman to attack Ye Mingzhu. With a "coax", the gravel splashed around and plunged into darkness. Fortunately, there was a night vision device.

It is a pity that the palace has not disappeared, and Yang Songnu sat on the throne as if he wanted to blend in with the darkness. He looked more like a statue without moving.

Sang Tong whispered: "If the eye is not this night pearl, it is Yang Songnu, what should I do?"

Yang Songnu's voice came again: "Why are you still not leaving?"

Mu Rong sighed lightly: "Senior..., this night's pearl is not a star."

"Oh? What is the real eye?"

Mu Rong felt unbearable, and Yang Songnu looked like a sad man at this moment, sitting there alone.

The ancient kingdom of Qiu Chi has long been destroyed, and the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes, but he is somehow trapped here and turned into a dangerous bone, which is also the object they want to eliminate.

After all, he is also a poor man, and he is still a person who cannot be saved.

Luo Ruyan will be able to regain a new life in the same thousand-year ghost.

It was the same sad person, but Qin Huaian was able to keep a glimmer of hope.

But the beautiful and non-human young man in front of him had nothing.

After the laughter, his whole aura has changed, and I don't know what kind of story he and the "Snow Ji" in his mouth have.

Sang Tong gave Sean a look. The latter clenched the dagger, and Sang Tong also pinched a handful of talisman in his hand, ready to go: "I don't know what to say, seniors are willing to fulfill us?"

Yang Songnu replied calmly: "Go ahead."

"It is better to be respectful!"

When the words fell, Sang Tong and Hao Jun had already acted, and she used a magical wind charm to curl their bodies and flew towards the throne.

However, the effectiveness of the suppressed talisman by the formation was greatly reduced, and they were not sent to the ideal position.

Sang Tong wanted to fly to the top of Yang Songnu's head, and the two attacked from a condescending position, but they fell halfway, and there were still three steps from the throne.

Sang Tong was shocked in a cold sweat. If Yang Songnu's attack was unsuccessful, the consequences would be disastrous, and Mu Rong also ran towards the heights.

But Yang Songnu sat on the throne as if he hadn't seen it.

After all, Sean was born in a special force. He stepped up the steps, holding a dagger in both hands, aiming at Yang Songnu's head and stabbing him.

With a sharp "ding", the dagger stopped three inches in front of Yang Songnu.

Sean yelled, clenched his molars and exhausted all his strength. Soon the blue veins on his face were flushed and his neck was flushed, but the dagger didn't move at all, and he couldn't score any more.

Yang Songnu clamped the dagger with two fingers, looked at Sean doubtfully, and said innocently, "Why are you attacking this king?"

Sang Tong arrived later and threw out a stack of talisman to attack Yang Songnu. Mu Rong shouted, "Sang Tong wait a minute!"

Yang Songnu squinted his eyes, and the sharp and tough dagger snapped with a flick of his fingers, and Hao Jun's body flew high and fell into the water with a "puff".

Yang Songnu waved his hand casually, and the "wind, rain, thunder and lightning" that hit him in front of him silently disappeared.

He grabbed Sang Tong in the air and held Sang Tong in his hands: "This king is kind enough to wait to leave, why attack this king?"

"Senior! Senior Linghu, Senior Yang! You are merciful!"

Yang Songnu released his hand and glanced at Mu Rong: "This king will say it again and leave quickly."

"Senior, you are this fascinating formation. Only by breaking the formation can we go out."

"Murong!"

Mu Rong's move is tantamount to trying to find a tiger's skin, but it is impossible for normal people to agree to her request. If they fail to attack, they should retreat immediately and ask for help.

But there was another hunch in Mu Rong's heart that things might turn around.

As expected by Sang Tong, a dangerous light flashed in Yang Songnu's eyes after listening.

"Be careful!"

But Yang Songnu didn't do anything, and the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared. He faintly said, "Oh", and then he was silent again.

Sean climbed out of the cold pool, but was bitten by the dragon in Tan Zhong, and was struggling.

No one can tell what Yang Songnu was thinking, and after a while he raised his eyes to look at Mu Rong: "Would you like to do something for this king?"

"Senior, please tell me."

"Find a woman named Situ Xueji, and bring the files, records, biographies about her here and burn them."

"it is good."

"Do it."

Sang Tong couldn't believe her ears. Seeing Yang Songnu leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes, she knew that she had not misheard.

She took out a stack of talisman papers from her arms, but listened to Yang Songnu's words: "This kind of vulgar and obscure things can't hurt this king, show your true ability."

Sang Tong's breathing stagnated, but he also knew that what Yang Songnu said was true.

She stroked what she had learned all her life, and there were only two who could hurt the bones: Nine Heavens Profound Thunder and Sanmai True Fire.

Although the former is surprisingly powerful, the price is too high, and the immediate environment is not suitable for display. Samadhi True Fire is a good choice, but it takes a long time to summon, but it doesn't matter if Yang Songnu does not resist.

Sang Tong opened his backpack and took out a bag of things, and when he touched it, he made a "crash" sound.

Yang Songnu closed his eyes and hooked the corners of his mouth: "But I want to use the Five Bean Chaoyang Technique? The idea is good, but it's a pity..."

Sang Tong's eyes were stunned, this Yang Songnu was actually good at channeling!

Fortunately, he wanted to die, otherwise there was really no chance of winning at all.

"Hmph, watch it carefully, you will surely be able to send you to the west."

Yang Songnu smiled and did not speak, Sang Tong took the bag and walked around the throne and sprinkled the beans evenly on the ground.

Yang Songnu spoke again: "Well, five beans are used to spread the earth to bring out Yang Qi, but do you still need Chinese fir to support the heart? Peach wood to support the lung?"

Sang Tong hated the itchy teeth but had nothing to say, and said dullly: "No need!"

He took out a pot of cinnabar, first poured some out and drew a talisman on the ground, and then dipped his finger a bit and began to wipe it on himself.

Yang Songnu's nose fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes, and shook his head when he saw the scene in front of him: "It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Daoshu has learned so well that you can't serve your master in the mountains and dare to come to this world by doing some rough work. ."

Mu Rong became more and more curious about Yang Songnu's identity. Seeing that the frustration on his face had diminished a lot, his eyes were calm, as if what was waiting for him was not death but liberation.

Thinking of myself and Sang Yu, my heart hurts.

When Yang Songnu saw that Sang Tong had to prepare for a while, he simply chatted with Mu Rong, "How will the world look like after a thousand years?"

Mu Rong thought about the changes in the world briefly, Yang Songnu's eyes flashed with longing: "Is that so? This king really wants to appreciate it."

"Stop it, if you are born into chaos in the world, I'm ready, please go on the road."

Yang Songnu looked at Sang Tong and asked, "Are you an authentic teacher?"

"Yes."

"How strong is it in the door?"

"Leader."

"I didn't expect Taoism to fall to this point..."

The official complaint was the deadliest. Sang Tongqi trembled all over and chanted spells, and the surroundings of the throne burned.

Mu Rong was pulled down the steps and couldn't help but glance back: Yang Songnu sat motionless, letting the flame burn his body, showing a smile.

Throne and Yang Songnu quickly turned into blue smoke, and after the real fire of samādhi was extinguished, a few people's eyes flashed!

The palace disappeared, they came out!

The author has something to say: The countdown to the end of the story, but the ending is not that simple, everything will be explained clearly later, everyone can rest assured~