I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

"It's... You... High Priest?"

Lan Xiaoyu covered her mouth lightly, her eyes full of uncertainty and surprise.

I saw that under the pressure of Hua Wujue

, the rotten sailor was weird, with a big hole in his chest, and a strange head covered with dirty hair, stretching out dozens of tentacles, trying to crawl out.

Quirky.

The rotten sailor is weird, but he knows nothing about all this.

The drooping eye was full of panic, and the grass and trees looked at the flower unconsciously.

Hearing Lan Xiaoyu's words, a

trace of trance flashed in the rotten sailor's eyes, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't think of anything.

"Heh... Interesting.

Hua Wuwu's inky pupils flashed with a bright light, and then snapped her fingers.

A soft crunch.

The rotting sailor exploded into a cloud of blood mist in a strange instant, exploding in the cabin!

Dozens of pink tentacles squirmed back and forth in the blood on the ground.

It... I want to run away.

But no matter how hard it tried, it was like being pressed by a mountain, and it couldn't move.

"The High Priest... How could this be?"

Lan Xiaoyu muttered blankly.

Although the head looked strange, she recognized it at a sight by virtue of a strange connection.

At that time, the Bohai State was in crisis.

At the beginning of the crisis, the high priest sealed her in a crystal coffin with his own hands.

This sleep, the

world has been vicissitudes.

The Bohai Sea has become a thing of the past, and the clear ocean has become extremely dirty.

Those people who used to be don't know where they are at the moment.

The only place she was familiar with was

the ruins.

I didn't expect to meet the deceased again, but it was such a scene...

"Well, curse, the power is not bad.

"It's also a compliment.

Cui Jue touched his chin and said.

Those wriggling blood actually surged with white eggs at an alarming rate!

dense, quite like the arrival of an ant tide.

"Click..."

, there was a very small sound.

The eggs began to split, and tiny tentacles poked out of them.

"Town.

Cui Jue pointed out, and the restlessness of these insect eggs stopped one after another, and the tentacles that had poked out stayed in the air.

He is Hua Wujue's subordinate, and thousands of years can make him so trusted.

Friendship is one thing, but

more is ability and vision.

This kind of thing is naturally not bothered, and Hua Wuxing does it himself.

By the judge of his prefecture, the pen of life and death, Cui Jue is good.

"Emperor, can you give me this thing, I have a hunch that this thing may have some new breakthroughs in my spells.

Cui Jue smiled slightly and pleaded with Hua Wujue.

In addition to the title of Life and Death Pen in the underworld, he is also known as the Soul Snatcher Curse.

He is proficient in the heavens and ten thousand spells, covering swords, poisons, witches, Gu, five elements, longevity and so on.

The curse that can interest him must be unique.

And that's exactly what happened.

"With resentment as a guide, communicate time and space, infiltrate and isolate, and sacrifice the future, hidden in the past and present, the living dead, the soul of life and death, the soul is gone, and the soul is not dead. Hua

Wujue also revealed a touch of discoloration.

The avenue is endless, and there are many talents! The

highest cultivation in this world is not the opponent of a ghost general like Niu Tou Ma Mian.

But if this so-called high priest's curse is applied to the body of the bull and the horse.

But it definitely works.

Eternal life and eternal life, burdened with torment.

Confused, I can't remember, I can't remember the past in the spring and autumn, I can't, what

is the result of this life? Just like a walking corpse, it is already the best result.

But alas,

the high priest's methods fell short in the end.

Behind all operations there is a strange shadow of Hongmeng.

A curse of this magnitude cannot be completely avenged after all.

The weird Hongmeng itself doesn't need to be too witty, so it just saves a lot of effort.

The rotten sailor is weird, and only knows that his name is a dog.

If someone calls their name, it can kill them.

Every once in a while, a lot of fresh blood food will appear on the deck.

It needs to follow the rules, little by little, to lure them to death.

When they're all dead, it will continue to wait for the next wave of blood food.

But it didn't know that it had been the captain of the ship.

The sailors, cooks, partners, all have died.

It was the only one that survived.

Nope....

It also died.

It's just that it doesn't get relief.

There are various characters every day....

It seems that they are still with him.

"Husband... Emperor Hua, can you save the High Priest?,"

Lan Xiaoyu's body trembled slightly, and her eyes were already red.

High Priest, why have you

become like this? What about the clansmen? Have they also become like this?

Father, King, Mother!

Lan Xiaoyu actually had the answer in her heart, but she never deliberately mentioned it.

Because she doesn't want to face it.

Until the head of the high priest appeared in front of her.

Hua Wujue groaned slightly and shook his head:

"Life and death have been decided, and there is nothing I can do."

"Its soul has long since dispersed, and now it is just an evil spirit that has been bred up.

For example, in some HarmonyOS universes, there has not yet been reincarnation, and all creatures return directly to the will of the world after death.

There is no such thing as reincarnation.

To dissipate is to dissipate.

It no longer exists.

If you don't fall into the underworld, death is dissipation.

Strange talk about Hongmeng's continuous sending out "viruses" to other universes is not the same as collecting souls and strengthening the origin of its own universe.

These planes under their rule.

It has long been cut off from the normal river of time, so as to prevent it from being taken away directly by people with a heart.

Viruses come easily, and so do they get rid of.

If you don't cut off the long river of time, you only need to go back in time, and everything will not exist.

Otherwise, Hua Wujue, just under the Black Sea, used time rewinding to prevent the ban from breaking.

But he didn't succeed.

Because this time has been broken.

The conquest of the underworld is to merge the rest of the time into the mainstream of the underworld.

As the Lord of the Drunken Capital, he can call up all the time from any node.

Similarly.

There is no time that does not exist, and naturally there is no such thing as turning back time.

Therefore, he could not save the so-called high priest.

Even if he is the Emperor of Xudu, he can't fish out the creatures that have long disappeared from a "long river of time" that does not exist.

However, you can actually do it.

As long as Hua Wujue is willing, use the great supernatural power to reshape a period of time, and then copy what happened here into it.

Finally, from this forged time, a plausible similar creature was fished out.

It's a resurrection.

But the crux of the question is, why did Hua Wujue do this

? For the sake of Lan Xiaoyu, why did he want to reshape a period of time? Is it just for the other party's selfishness?

Compassion is what a bald donkey does.

The Emperor of Xudu, decisive in killing, respected by ten thousand ghosts, and ghostly and ghostly, all bowed their heads to the ground.

Hua Wujue, only for the benefit of the underworld, and at the same time, for his benefit....