But it can't be burned or burned to death.

The young man Sheng Lingyuan knelt down dejectedly. He watched the scorched corpses struggled in the sea of ​​fire, unable to get rid of them. After a long time, he suddenly pulled out a strange short knife from his waist and slashed at the head of the witch man who was closest to him. It was not until his head fell to the ground that the witch man struggled for a moment, fell down dejectedly, and a small butterfly with a human face flew out of their bodies.

Aluojin was blocked by the fire in the sky and shouted: "Danli! Where are you? You liar, where are you! You must die a good death!"

Danli's voice came from outside the cave: "Your Majesty! You have to indulge him to this point with your own hands, and at what time will you indulge him!"

The young man Sheng Lingyuan roared and rushed into the altar. The violent fire seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, and even the corner of his clothes was not burning. Butterflies flying out of the beheaded witch man also avoided him. The butterflies gathered into a white light and flew towards Alujin. Countless human faces on his wings condensed into a face that seemed happy and angry, and were slashed in half by Sheng Lingyuan who was chasing him immediately.

The short knife castrates as strong as a white rainbow, piercing Alujin's chest.

A cold light flashed on the blade, and a string of witch words appeared on the hilt of the knife.

Aluojin looked at the knife in disbelief: "This is the first time I took my tribe members... to leave Dongchuan... the one I stole from my father... to protect the safety and drive away all evil... Brother..."

I gave it to you.

In my memory, the young emperor was in pain.

Apart from memory, the thousand-year-old ghost stands with his hands, as if nothing is related to oneself.

Xuan Ji quickly stepped back: "I have never offended you."

Sheng Lingyuan's smile deepened a little: "Then why does there be a "Thousand Demons Picture Book" in your eyes? Do you know that "Thousand Demons Picture Book" was made by Dan Li himself. No matter what the purpose of holding my body is to raise a demon corpse, to be prepared to be backfired-"

The words "Danli" fell, and the fire in the cave suddenly stirred up a strong wind, accompanied by Alujin's heart-wrenching roar, rolling up the mask on Danli's face.

Dan Li's mask was blown away by the strong wind, and under the mask was a face exactly the same as Xuan Ji!

The moment the face was exposed, behind Xuan Ji, one hand tore open the void and stretched it out. There was a blood hole in the palm of his hand, which grabbed Xuan Ji's neck. Almost at the same time, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly moved. He used Xuan Ji as his shield and had a nail in his hand at some point, regardless of whether the hand was still clasped on Xuan Ji's neck, and nailed it directly.

Xuan Ji cursed in his heart: "I know!"

It was nonsense to expect the old devil to spare his life. At the critical moment, he had to save himself. Xuan Ji grabbed a coin from his pocket, and the coin was covered with fire. He suddenly pressed the wrist that grabbed his neck, and with a "squeeze", the hand was almost burned. Xuan Ji took advantage of the time to release it, and Sheng Lingyuan's nails wedged into the bloody hole in the palm of his hand. The nails went in and out of the other end, rubbing a layer of oil on Xuan Ji's neck - fortunately he hid quickly, otherwise the old devil would have to wear them into candied haws together!

Sheng Lingyuan said without sincerity: "Sorry, I'm taking advantage of the expedient things and I didn't want to hurt you."

Xuan Ji's final awe for Emperor Wu was also wiped out, and he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Greetings to your mother."

The next moment, a person was suddenly dragged out of the void by Sheng Lingyuan. It was Aluojin, the one who had a blood hole in his eyebrows, crawling out of the coffin.

Therefore, the memory in this "travelling" is by no means a person.

When they were swept into the abyss of memory in the back, the first scene was when the Witch Ren tribe rescued the injured little prince. The young leader of the Witch Ren tribe and Sheng Lingyuan met for the first time. Thinking carefully, it was actually Aluojin's memory. Because Sheng Lingyuan was seriously injured at that time, he was carrying him up the mountain by the clan leader in a daze. It was difficult for him to remember the full view of the hillside of the Witch Ren tribe who was awakened.

The first major character they met in their memory was Aluojin.

The old ghost Sheng Lingyuan was so keen that he probably realized that he was hiding the man who cast the spell in this "travel" was hidden.

So at the beginning, the one who couldn't go through the trivial past of the boy was not Sheng Lingyuan, the heartless old ghost, but A Luojin himself.

No wonder when Xuan Ji tried to comfort him, the old ghost who was "trapped in the past" reacted so calmly.

Sheng Lingyuan asked him to "ask questions" in fact, it was actually for Aluojin.

Xuan Ji said: "The time points of some major events in memory are consistent with the historical framework I know, so I judge that memories should be true... But most of the memories are his, right?"

"Oh, how do you see it?"

"Although the memories of the surfing are all about you and Alujin, you are surrounded by only vague tool people like civil and military ministers. The witch people are much more alive. The various customs and habits of the witch people are displayed in every detail, as if someone can't wait to tell me the truth about the rise and fall of the witch people, and almost has a little meaning of "confession". Your Majesty, do you know how to write the word "confession"?"

Sheng Lingyuan replied as motionless as a mountain: "Yes, not bad."

"In addition to suppressing memories and emptying your brain, you are trying to match his emotions and trying every possible way to attract him to show up." Xuan Ji said coldly, "It's the first time I talk too much. It's unnatural that you two escaped from the demon clan when you were a child. Did you give you the inspiration to put shit on my head?"

Sheng Lingyuan answered frankly: "That's not the case. It was my negligence to be pulled into the evil curse. It was really a little cramped. Of course, I would use whatever I had at hand."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Thank you for raising me!

"You know that the witch extermination is Alujin's most tragic memory. At this time, he is most likely to lose his mind and deliberately insert a Danli perspective without showing any signs of the mountain and water."

"It's not difficult, just imagine that I'm him," Sheng Lingyuan said lightly, "I was taught by him."

Xuan Ji smiled bitterly: "Yes, there are only you in Shuhui, Alujin and I. Alujin are the master of Shuhui Curse, and you can definitely tell which one is his own perspective and which one is your perspective. The third perspective that suddenly appears may only be my memory - he naturally thinks that the perspective of the human skin puppet is mine, and when he is excited, he will definitely come out to destroy me as an enemy. I am your bait, fish float and human shield! How many salary do you give me, Your Majesty, let me play so many roles alone?"

"Dan Li hid his head and tail, and lived under a mask," said Sheng Lingyuan. "It was not until I put him in prison that I was beheaded and my mask was taken off. Below was a face that was covered with blood and difficult to distinguish between facial features. I have never seen his real face. I would like to lend you a face. Thank you."

His words were made with a straight and elegant voice, and Alujin's eyebrows and eyes, which were nailed there, finally fluctuated.

"Danli has been dead for thousands of years," Sheng Lingyuan gently raised his hand and covered Aluojin's eyes, "The same is true for you and me. Nowadays, people and demons are not separated in this world, and there is no war in the past hundred years. The Chiyuan Fire has long been destroyed, Aluojin..."

Aluojin spoke out the witch's words, saying it very slowly, and he paused every word, so that Xuan Ji could tell that this was what he said before his death in his memory.

Xuan Ji: "What did he say?"

Sheng Lingyuan did not answer and nailed the last nail into Alujin's eyebrows. Alujin finally stopped moving. In his shining eyes, his eyes gradually dimmed and closed.

Sheng Lingyuan picked up this terrible body, flew into the sarcophagus in the middle of the pool, and put him back again. Then he brushed his sleeves, and the gloomy sacrifice on the stone platform collapsed.

Xuan Ji didn't pass, and there was a circle of seals pinched by A Luojin on his neck. He looked at the demon from afar, Sheng Lingyuan leaned on the coffin and stared at A Luojin for a long time.

It's just like he cares.

"I said, Your Majesty," Xuan Ji hugged his arms in front of his chest and said half-sneeredly, "Your curtain call has been put on five minutes, enough for the audience to take a photo. Let's take it away."

Sheng Lingyuan woke up like a dream, raised his hand and pushed the lid of the coffin and slowly straightened his waist.

At this moment, his elbows on the bronze coffin softened, and Sheng Lingyuan turned his head suddenly and covered his mouth—
Chapter completed!