"Well, that's it. That tree in the underworld, Ying Ji, you have a headache too."

"It's true... Komachi, I'm going to the underworld. Don't be lazy this time. If your laziness prevents the dead from reincarnating through the reincarnation of judgment and can only become ghosts wandering around, it will add to my work burden. !"

"I understand~~Master Ying Ji! I'll go back to ferry."

Noting that Ying Ji finally ended her criticism and preaching, Komachi was busy guaranteeing it.

"Hey... Komachi, you are good everywhere, but you are too lazy."

Like a little adult, Siji Yingji sighed helplessly.

Ying Ji may be one of the people who have lived the longest in the whole hell, but her lovely and petite face will make people subconsciously forget that she is actually an elder.

"Then let's go quickly, Master Liangyi!"

"Master Ying Ji, and Master Liang Yi, let me see you off!"

Just now when Ying Ji taught her, she also told her some secrets more or less, let Onozuka Komachi also understand a little bit, the man in front of him, even in the system of hell, has great rights, although specific She still doesn't understand the matter, but she knows it, that is, it is impossible for someone to help her about what she was teased before. The so-called official guard, that's it!

Fortunately, this majestic **** of death does not hold grudges. Since he is her own person, she even thinks that Liang Yiluo is very interesting, at least better than the silent ghosts in **** or the death gods and ghosts who are serious on official duties. .

Komachi crossed the river with Liang Yiluo and Ying Ji, and then hurried to do her own work. She didn't dare to be lazy in front of Ying Ji.

Liang Yiluo was led by Ying Ji, and flew to the opposite side of the other bank, gradually turning into the other side.

The climate of the underworld is the same as that of the sun. It is divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter, except that the light in the sky is dim and cold, but there is nothing that makes people feel terrible howling ghosts.

Plants unique to the underworld grow here, and the cool senses bring another sense of beauty that the living world does not have. It is lonely but not lonely. There are countless ghosts who have forgotten the past and present wandering around. There will indeed be some living people entering here. It was dangerous, but under the leadership of Yan Mo, the ghosts were completely scattered like a tide.

The pale blue and purple dead soul butterfly fluttered and rested under the dark pink cherry tree, the brilliant colors flashed with little fluorescence, like white phosphorous flames falling from the cherry blossoms, and the shaking wings do not know whether it can bring hurricanes and violent turmoil to legend.

"For thousands of years, the growth of ghosts has been suppressed, but these ghosts are unattended. If they accidentally enter the world of living people, it will be troublesome."

The little Yan Mo took the token and stared at the ground flying by under his feet. In this unowned land, there were so many unowned souls wandering.

The underworld is different from imagination, like a fireworks display at night, with countless colors dotted in it, which is the beauty that can make painters obsessed with it for a lifetime.

"Ying Ji needs a manager of the underworld..."

"Master Liangyi said, but the underworld is too big. Its concept is not limited to this country. The edge of this underworld is also connected to the underworld of other countries. The right to set up a manager is beyond my jurisdiction."

"Are you not under your jurisdiction Ying Ji?"

Liang Yiluo raised his eyebrows. He found that something was wrong, and asked quickly, "Who is in charge of this?"

"The entire underworld belongs to Lord Taishan Mansion.'It' is the source of the same, and the ruler of death."

"Mr. Taishan Mansion..."

Liang Yi Luo murmured, he naturally knew the name. Since ancient times, Shenzhou Dadi believes that the soul after death belongs to Mount Tai, and Taishan Fujun is the **** of Mount Tai, the **** of five sacred mountains. At least it is a character from the same age as Shenqi, and it is also one of the unique manifestations of this world. It can be said that'it' has reached the extreme of Taoism and has become a concept that is equivalent to and beyond inhibition. exist.

Liang Yiluo has a hunch that things are more troublesome than imagined...

But anyway, do your own thing first.

At the speed of the two, even if the underworld is wide, there will be a day when it will reach its end. Between Yingji and Liangyiluo talking and laughing, a huge cherry tree covering the sky and the sun has already appeared in front of them.

Standing under this cherry tree, even Liang Yiluo felt a little insignificant. He looked up at the sky but couldn't find the top. He looked around and couldn't see his head.

The budding cherry blossom buds are all over the trunk of the tree, and some of them are already budding, but because of the seal that year, it can't bloom completely, releasing the force of death in the tree that has been suppressed for thousands of years.

Standing under the cherry tree, Liang Yiluo took a deep breath, the rich fragrance of cherry blossoms with the magnificence of tempting death, like poppies, makes people dazed.

Around the cherry tree, I don’t know how many dead souls gathered, even if Yan Mo’s arrival, it only caused some commotion, and could not let the dead souls leave the tree.

The demon going westward in the future will attract the dead and the living.

"Old man, it's been a long time since I saw you."

I patted the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, and made this demon of death like a world tree shook his huge body, and countless pink petals fell, covering the whole body of Yingji and Liangyiluo, like a mandarin duck. Cherry blossom bath.

"This tree is producing spiritual wisdom!"

Siji Yingji was serious and said seriously.

"I can feel it, but the spiritual intelligence is still chaotic, even a child is not counted, it can only be regarded as pregnant."

Above the tree trunk, the twisted soul and the power of death are like snowflakes on the TV. Under the chaos, a consciousness is slowly born.

"If the consciousness of'it' takes shape, it will definitely become a powerful monster."

Siji Yingji sighed softly.

If the power of death accumulated over thousands of years turns into a monster, it will instantly become a monster comparable to the thousand-year old monster like Zi.

but--

‘How could it be possible to give birth to consciousness, this abundant power of death is reserved for the lovely princess in the future! ’

Chapter 0073

Caressing the hand of the cherry tree, rubbing its trunk with your fingertips, along the gaps in its appearance, depicting intricate and indescribable seals.

This time, Liang Yiluo didn't fight like they did thousands of years ago, but simply tightened the seal again.

"Master Liangyi, this...isn't it too much trouble?"

Siji Yingji wrinkled Xiaoqiong's nose, expressing her doubts about Liang Yiluo in a lazy way.

"Yingji should have heard of the term "blocking is not as good as sparse". In today's situation, it is useless to seal this monster tree. No matter how powerful the seal, it will one day be broken by the power of death that it has accumulated enough. And the stronger the repression, the stronger the explosion. When the time comes to break the realm of seclusion, this country that contains many humans, I am afraid it will be over."

"But... where should these death forces be evacuated?"

Ying Ji was still worried, no matter from her duty or her heart, she didn't want those tragedies to happen.

"It has separated a part of the secluded realm, connected the two realms of Yin and Yang, and a cherry blossom tree will grow in the part of the land it connects to the sun... Please believe me, Xiao Yingji... It’s coming, it’s coming soon, the one who can bear death."

Liang Yiluo murmured, as if chanting a weird spell, and as if sighing the path of fate.

The eye of Akashia in his right eye once again penetrated history. After seeing it more than a hundred years later, the Westwalker was silent here. I don't know how many people were lured to death. In the lonely courtyard, a girl like cherry blossoms, Smiling, groaning, talking, dancing.

In the next instant, the illusion-like sight disappeared, and Liang Yiluo returned to the current point in time.

Those hallucinations are one of the countless possibilities in the future.

Liang Yiluo didn't like the determined future, but at this moment, that future was what he admired and had to be achieved.

"Master Luo?"