After the battle at Convenience Store No. 444, the entire Binhai including several surrounding cities became quiet, as if it was the calm before the storm.
People in the underworld almost never leave the gate of hell again, leaving the matter of gathering the souls of the dead to the spirit of the dead.
But everyone knows that this is only a short-term peace.
The day after Zhang Ziyu distributed the equipment, all the warriors in the world had already gathered.
There are a lot of dead machine spirits, and they have been produced continuously during this period. Although there are also battle losses, there are now over 10,000 in number.
The middle-level forces, including Anubis, Seth, and Zhao Li, are also considered to be strong.
"Let's go."
When Zhang Ziyu saw that everyone was ready, he made a gesture in front of everyone, and suddenly a portal of several hundred meters appeared in front of everyone.
After crossing the portal, we stepped directly into the underworld. Everywhere we went for 800 miles, there were red mandala flowers, also known as flowers of the other shore.
This is the Yellow Spring. Thousands of years ago, the land of the Yellow Spring was eight hundred miles of yellow sand. There was nothing else except Po Meng's Zhuangzi.
The sky is gloomy and there is no light. The ground is filled with endless yellow sand. When the wind blows, there is endless dust and sand, and it is full of desolation.
But now, these eight hundred miles of underworld have turned into eight hundred miles of flowers, bright red and beautiful, as bloody as weeping.
Mandala, flowers bloom for a thousand years, and flowers fall for a thousand years. The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. There is no time left for sadness.
"Li Zhao, you, why are you here in Huangquan? Hurry up, people in the underworld are looking for you."
A handsome man quickly ran up to Li Zhao. He was wearing a simple white robe and carrying a small backpack. He had handsome features and a touch of vermilion between his brows.
He came to Zhao Li, ignored everyone else, and immediately spoke out to remind him.
Zhao Li smiled and said, "Changsheng, are you still here?"
His name is Changsheng, and he is the incarnation of the six souls of Sanqi, the last Mengpo, and is also Sanqi's sweetheart.
More than a thousand years ago, Meng Po's lineage still existed. It was in these eight hundred miles of underworld that she cooked Meng Po soup and controlled part of the reincarnation.
However, Po Meng's lineage was plotted by the traitor Chen Shi. In order to live a long and happy life, this scumbag not only abandoned Sanqi's mother, the previous Po Meng, Meng Qi, but also stole his own daughter Sanqi's
A ray of spirit.
Later, six hundred years passed in the human world, and Chen Shi's life was approaching, so he began to calculate the dark scrolls in the book of life and death, hoping to cross off his name.
He transformed his soul into immortality and threw himself into the underworld eight hundred miles away.
Changsheng and Sanqi were one, and naturally fell in love. On the day of their marriage, the scam was completed, and Chen Shi led people into the underworld to seize the Yin Scroll.
There was a big war and everything was torn to pieces.
It's just that Chang Sheng and San Qi suffered a lot because they couldn't fall in love. San Qi sacrificed his life in exchange for Chang Sheng's innocence.
Changsheng never forgets Sanqi, and waits for countless years in this eight hundred miles of underworld, just for Sanqi to enter reincarnation and see her again.
There is no life in the underworld, and the eight hundred miles of mandashahua were planted by Changsheng himself.
Seeing Official Zhao's unhurried look, Changsheng felt anxious and said: "Lier Zhao, your matter is much more serious than mine. Leave quickly."
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. It's you..."
Zhao Li glanced at Zhang Ziyu subconsciously and said in a deep voice: "Leave Huangquan and go to the human world to find her."
"Can't be found."
Changsheng and Zhao Li looked at Zhang Ziyu with astonished expressions on their faces. Changsheng looked anxious: "Why?!"
"You had only a ray of essence, but you still needed Chen Shi as a puppet to stay alive. How could Sanqi be reincarnated with only a ray of essence left?"
Zhang Ziyu made the point, and Zhao Li and Changsheng lost their minds immediately as if they were struck by lightning.
Zhao Li killed Sanqi's mother Meng Qi back then, and he felt guilty for Sanqi. He regarded Sanqi as his niece, and Changsheng loved Sanqi to the extreme. The eight hundred miles of yellow sand turned into a mandala, and he endured endless loneliness just to wait until the end.
Thirty-seven.
There was a glimmer of hope in their hearts that Sanqi could come back, but now this glimmer of hope was completely defeated.
"It's me, it's all me!"
Changsheng's eyes were red, and Sanqi gave him his five souls. It was for this reason that Sanqi could not enter reincarnation.
Zhang Ziyu shook his head and chuckled, saying: "Don't be anxious."
He walked to the middle of the Mandosawa, in front of Mengpo Village, which had turned into ruins. The Mandosawa was blooming even more beautifully here.
"You have been waiting for her for a thousand years in these eight hundred miles of yellow sand. Little do you know that she has also been here with you for a thousand years."
The death scepter appeared in his hand and he tapped it lightly, the most inconspicuous mandala in the ruins.
The soul factors condensed rapidly like fireflies all over the sky, and a beautiful woman's figure vaguely appeared.
"Three-seven"
Zhao Li and Chang Sheng exclaimed in unison and rushed over quickly. Chang Sheng reached out to touch Sanqi, but his hand went through and could not touch it at all.
Sanqi's eyes were closed tightly. She seemed to be smiling, but her face was clearly expressionless and she was not yet awake.
"thump"
Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what he was doing and knelt in front of Zhang Ziyu.
"I beg you, please save her."
"Not urgent"
Zhang Ziyu said these two words again, and then waved his hand to make Changsheng come alive.
For a thousand years, Sanqi's ray of spirit has not entered the reincarnation at all, but has dissipated and wandered in this eight hundred miles of underworld.
Until he can live forever and not be hunted by the underworld, he can set foot on this land again and shed his tears in Meng Po Village.
Under the yellow sand, the essence was gradually attracted, and then a mandala flower was born, but this one was not planted by Changsheng.
"The Eight Hundred Miles Mandala Shahua is very beautiful, but it may be destroyed in a while, so I will give you a compensation, condense the essence of Sanqi, this is one of them."
I have come to the underworld to block the door. A war is about to break out and there will be wars everywhere. It would be a pity to destroy this sea of flowers.
"One more thing, I want Po Meng's original blood essence and blood, and I want you to have the source of reincarnation. As a deal, I will resurrect Sanqi and provide shelter for you two."
After Zhang Ziyu said this, he looked at Changsheng. This was the deal he really wanted to make.
In this world, Meng Po's lineage is very strange, neither a demon nor a human nor a ghost, but the partial birth is closely related to reincarnation. It is also a strange thing. I think it is related to reincarnation.
This should be an important decision, but Nezhao Changsheng didn't hesitate at all and nodded directly in agreement.
"Please save Sanqi."
"make a deal."
Zhang Ziyu clicked the Death Scepter and at the same time took out a ball of golden soil from the Monster Ranch, which exuded a faint shimmer and was full of life.
Kunlun Breathing Soil is a material dropped from the bodies of the Heavenly Man and the Ancient Primeval Man. It was also the main material used by the Queen Mother of the West to make the Heavenly Man and the Ancient Primeval Man in ancient times.
"Metabolism"
Zhang Ziyu used the Death Scepter to use the power of the source of reincarnation in his body and the reincarnation technique of the Emei Sect.
Sanqi's soul continues to condense, and wisps of meridians and flesh and blood gradually emerge out of thin air, and the physical body is also rapidly reappearing.
The five couldn't breathe, and Sanqi had reappeared in front of them.
The only remaining ray of essence was left by Zhang Ziyu using the source of reincarnation to leave seeds. It will be gradually completed in the future, and the immortal will be completely independent.
Sanqi slowly opened her eyes, with light in her eyes and a bright smile on her face.
"Changsheng, I'm back."
"Li Zhao, how are you doing?"
Changsheng hugged Sanqi and couldn't help but shed tears: "I miss you so much."
Zhang Ziyu took a step back, came to Li Zhao, and patted his shoulder: "Wipe your tears secretly, just cry."
"I'm suing you for slander. The underworld wind is so strong that sand got into your eyes."
Official Zhao looked strong, but his eyes were a little red.
"Old Zhao, go and check to see if the people from the underworld are here."