Song of the Four Realms

Tie Yi aimed at the breath of the Lord of the Rings and searched for it as quickly as possible.

just.

The breath is still there, but the person is not there.

"What about people?"

Tie Yi clearly felt the magic energy right in front of him.

"Is anyone there, help, help me~" was Mi Lan's voice.

Very weak voice.

who?

This is under a cliff?

Tie Yi flew down.

And look at Mi Lan hanging weakly on the overgrown branches on the cliff.

This armor, this mask, belonged to the Devil Emperor.

Injured by another man with the Lord's Ring?

Bring back.

Mi Lan smiled.

The plan was successful.

In the Demon Lord City.

Mi Lan was dying.

The Demon Lord Lord of the Rings flashed the light and unlocked the Demon Emperor's spell.

But he didn't have such a technique to control people.

Those who follow him are absolutely loyal people.

So Mi Lan could not be controlled.

"Pfft~"

Because the spell is lifted.

Mi Lan's latent strength was immediately hedged.

Inverse blood spurted from the open wound and mouth.

"Cough cough."

Here Mi Lan couldn't control it, she never thought that although this spell was blocked by the ring of the demon king but not swallowed by the will, but the limitation of power is still there, she didn't think that her accumulated power would be so strong, and then hedged, Then it spurted blood.

The power of this moment was grasped by the Demon Lord.

This person is strong.

You must grasp it yourself.

"Myself, what's wrong?"

Mi Lan got up slowly, but her chest was still bleeding.

"Tie Yi, tell him what happened."

"Subordinates obey."

"So so."

Also weird.

Tie Yi's description is very similar to Mi Lan's experience.

"This is a similar experience to the people controlled by the Devil Emperor with spells."

Well, it turned out to be so.

"Originally, like you, I was controlled by a generation of devil emperors, and I was rescued by the previous generation of devil emperors, so I have pledged my allegiance to the devil emperors."

There are two points in this sentence.

the first.

Tie Yi used to work for the Devil Emperor.

Second, the allegiance is to the ring, not to specific people from generation to generation of the Demon Lord.

It's not the Royal Forest of Darkness.

In this way, things can be handled much easier.

"How? To be loyal to me, or to cooperate with me to kill the devil emperor who controlled you?"

Allegiance or cooperation, the ultimate goal is the female devil emperor, and the final difference is nothing more than the length of time used.

Mi Lan thought about what kind of character she should be.

How should I choose.

"Actually, you are a master. I don't think that if there is nothing absolutely big, you won't easily surrender to one person. We just cooperate. As long as I get the ring of the Devil Emperor, the cooperation will be terminated."

The Demon King made a choice for Mi Lan.

"More than that, the two demons today are my friends. I want to help you collect the rings of the demons after defeating the demon emperor so that my friends can return to normal."

"can."

The Demon Lord is also straightforward.

It's just that when he wears the ring of the Demon Lord, death is inevitable.

Because it has become the target of others.

The underworld.

It should be said that it is the place where the earth and the underworld and the fighting world meet.

Night of No Return awaits the moment to enter.

The earth is dark, the earth is dark.

The breath of death permeated the whole field, even the place covered by the earth energy of the Doujie was soaked with gray and white Wushuang.

Night, a moonless night.

The dark clouds hide the stars again.

There is no light on the ground, black, no fingers, no people.

At this time, the air of the earth and the underworld began to shrink.

At this time, Ye Bugui felt that it was time to enter.

With one step, the wild ghosts were alarmed.

Sobbing like crying, it seems to be commenting on death in vain.

Is it because there are too many dead people, or is it artificially fabricated.

Everything has to be investigated by yourself.

The current goal is to know whether there is a ghost bone lamp.

And everything else comes second.

A whole body of uprightness is hard to get close to ghosts and gods.

Of course.

The ghost of death in vain has no fear.

Crying and complaining of grievances.

It's just that sobbing is nonsense, and Ye Bugui can't understand it.

Those who die in vain and are not afraid of righteousness are like evil spirits who are difficult to enter.

Hey~

The earth and the underworld are so desolate, how many originally prosperous creatures survived?

The more I think about it, the more sad I feel.

The broken halberd, sand and iron have not been sold.

Pick up the end of the broken sword, wash away the perennial dirt and rust that can be removed.

There is a seal on it, four characters, the year of the dynasty.

There are also spears.

Blow away the traces of the years.

It's the year of the dynasty again.

These four words run through the entire war era.

Is it for the country?

No, is it personal?

Nor is it.

There are three ways to write the imperial calendar, at least three kinds of forces.

Compared with the critical size of the small underworld, it is only two dynasties.

It is a place of this size, so chaotic and unbearable.

Is it self-destruction or external slander.

Anyway, when people die, everything turns into nothingness.

Not just humans but many other creatures.

So haunted.

It seems that I can't go.

Yebugui stopped, wanting to see where the ghosts led him to.

Following the guidance of the wronged soul.

I didn't return at night and went to a place.

Rusty swords were thrust obliquely into the mass graves.

Surrounded by mummified corpses or dead bones, there is almost no smell of decay, but the smell of decay is always there.

It's normal to wrinkle your nose, and it's your heart to keep going.

It's close, reach out.

The rust on the sword has faded.

contact.

Scenes of the past passed into Ye Bugui's mind.

kill.

In one hand is the baby, in the other is the sword.

Killing, all the time.

One person blocked the Wanjia soldiers.

It's just that there is no armor in the wreckage here. The armor has metal, so there should be remnants, right?

But no, the clothes were also cleaned by Karma.

Karma like Ga Leek.

The final picture is.

Died in battle.

People are gone.

But the sword is still there, and the baby is still alive.

A group of people in sacrificial clothes released their power and gave it to the baby.

The last priest lifted the baby from the man's stiffened arms with old hands.

Left alone with the baby.

After watching these pictures, my intuitive impression is that this child will be the last normal baby in the underworld, but I don't know what kind of existence it will be when it grows up?

But it's been so long.

Don't know if it's still alive.

Pulling out the sword, the original sword was shattered because of its ordinary material.

Now the sword has changed its owner, and the person has changed its prosthetic limb.

"You caused me to lose my sword. Until you find a new sword, you can only follow me, even if you see a swordsman who really suits you."

I don't know if this sword has a spirit, but since all the other swords in his hand have been broken, it is right to assume that it has a spirit of jealousy, so it's good to say so.

If there is no one, it will be lonely. It is good to have someone to talk to.

Put the sword behind your back.

The wronged soul no longer speaks, and if he does not return at night, he will leave.

Why do these innocent souls insist on getting the sword by themselves?Obviously the most innocent souls are left by the people killed by this sword.

Puzzled.

Ye Bugui thought so.

There is a question, why is it not the ghost left by the person who originally held the sword?Seeing that the night does not return, he is upright again, determined to let the sword rest in peace.

So, things cannot be considered one-sidedly.

Seeing the night does not return to leave.

Haggard begins to rot.

Although not fast, but the naked eye can distinguish.

By the time of sunrise, it has become a barren lowland.

This kind of desolation is not the kind with weeds, but the kind that feels like the soil turns into large pieces of sand with a little effort.

The feeling of being drained of vitality.

Night does not return to move on.

I saw a stooped old man busy in the field.

The iron plow turned the soil, and the ridges one after another attracted the water from the nearby well to infiltrate.

Is this rice, millet or wheat?

Ye Bugui knew it was growing wheat.

It's just that wheat requires more processes than rice.

"Boy, are you free? Help me plow the field."

"Senior, I'm not a cow." Saying so, but still helping.

"Senior, I have a question, why is wheat not rice?"

"One crop of rice and one crop of wheat, the world has reincarnation, and plants have a time to relax."

Night does not return thinking.

"The power of the land is exhausted, but the desires of the people are endless."

This sentence is the idea of ​​​​not returning at night.

"People seek three meals and one sleep, not glory and wealth."

The crooked old man was also eloquent.

"People are different from people, people and fish are not fish."

"That's right. It's not human to destroy desires. Humans desire others. Humans control their desires. They want to control humans and beasts."

"understood."

Ye Bugui has made his own decision.

That night.

The rickety old man made some wheat cakes,

There are flat cakes that look like hand-cooked cakes, and there are steamed cakes.

A bowl of salty sauce.

Ye Bugui dipped it in sauce and ate it.

Drinking cool well water.

Eat well.

"Don't you want to eat meat?"

the old man asked.

"People, you must have a full stomach before you can pursue a good diet."

"After eating well, I think about how to eat better, and eat rare delicacies that others can't eat."

Yebugui stopped, and the frequency of chewing slowed down.

Suddenly, I felt that the cake in my mouth was tasteless and dry.

"A person's desire is like a rolling stone on a high mountain. Once it starts, it won't stop." Ye Bugui said softly.

"People's desires are like rolling stones on a high mountain. Once they start, they can't stop. Unless these stones are at the bottom of the mountain."

The words of the old man are very thought-provoking.

Wrong, Ye Bugui knew that there was something wrong with the old man's words, but he had no way to defend himself.

"However, if there is no one at the top to support the stones from him, these stones will not be safe."

The old man continued.

I solved my doubts about not returning at night.

Swallow the cake in your mouth.

"Opposition and unity of contradictions." Yebugui's voice became lower and lower.

"What kind of king do you want to be?" The old man said now that he is a king, and he won't be too stressed if he doesn't return at night.

"Wang Fei's rights and status are the recognition of his contributions by others."

Unconscious answers are the most revealing of people's true feelings.

"Your thoughts~ah~"

The stooped old man suddenly sighed.

Place a Lord of the Rings on a table made of several planks.

In front of Ye Bugui, he first turned into a dry corpse, then turned into a dry corpse, and finally turned into bones, and then scattered all over the place.

this cake~

It is the cake left by someone who came to pay homage not long ago.

Not returning at night is also a little nauseating.

Here, I don’t feel like I don’t return at night, there are magic tricks creating hallucinations.

but.

There are some things where the real and the unreal exist together.

One of the rings of the devil king has been obtained.

And those few.

Ye Bugui clenched the ring tightly, and a devilish energy emanated from between his fingers and entered from under the mask.

The devil ring recognizes the Lord.

"Is this the will of the previous Demon King?"

I'm talking to myself when I don't return at night.

"After the magic city was sealed, the Lord of the Rings was acquired by the human camp. Some people's hearts are demons, and some people are righteous, so the Lord of the Rings has also been used as justice in the night or killing stars in the daytime. It turns out, hahaha ~"