Zi Su was attracted by the divine power that was stirring again on Yanbo Island, and hurried back to the wind. He saw two figures standing at the door of the room at a glance, covering his mouth in surprise.

Separated... Di Zhong returned to Yanbo Island with the appearance of the magical splitting technique. He stood beside the man and whispered something to him. The two of them looked at each other tacitly, and then the man pushed the door and Di Zhong turned around and walked towards him.

"Hey, you seem to be a little clearer than before, and you can even see your nose and eyes clearly." Seeing him getting closer and closer, Zi Su came back to his senses, ran over in surprise, and looked around him up and down for several times. "The last time you came with the magical slit technique, it was almost out of shape. I could barely tell it through the divine power on your body. Why did you become so clear this time? Where did you take him to? "

Di Zhong spread his arms and looked at himself, and found that his phantom was like a real person, and he could even see the faint blue veins under his skin.

The vast sea of ​​dusk will not be noticed by other fellow practitioners in the heaven world. It is suitable for him to teach some secrets to Xiao Qianye, and forcefully lead out of the Jumen. Only by being impacted by the divine power inside the sect can his body become clearer. Otherwise, the spiritual power of Yanbo Island cannot maintain the phantom in the divine split technique.

"You brought outsiders back again." Zi Su pretended to be angry and raised her face, poked her head and looked into the room. She saw that Yun Xiao had woken up and hugged the man happily.

Zi Su looked at Di Zhong, feeling a little embarrassed, and muttered: "I haven't blamed you for bringing outsiders in last time, but you have become even more aggressive. You should tell me what the relationship between that person and you are, right?"

"He... could barely be considered a descendant of my bloodline." Di Zhong pulled her back and refused to let her continue to watch. He just shrugged helplessly. The two walked side by side towards the stone table in the Fengjianyuan. "After I fed myself to that Qiongqi, it turned from a ferocious beast to a human, and then had its own new life. Xiao Qianye is his descendant, so he is also considered a descendant of mine. It is precisely because of the bloodline that I can wake up from him."

"Oh..." Zi Su nodded while raising her eyelids and swept over the other person inadvertently. "There is really a little bit like you between her eyebrows and eyes. It's been so many years since we left. It's so amazing like blood."

"Is that right?" Di Zhong smiled and glanced into the room involuntarily. "It would be great if his personality could be more like me. He is really like the little thing back then."

As he said that, he shook his head and smiled. He remembered some unforgettable past, his eyes became profound and gentle, and he sighed softly: "He was a young man and had a smooth journey and reached the top. So once he encountered any conspiracy, he would often be threatened by people because of his lack of experience. Fortunately, he was burned by the Spirit Phoenix Breath that year and made me wake up. Otherwise, with his identity and personality, I would not know how many losses he would suffer!"

"You spoil him so much." Zisu complained in a depressed mood, but she didn't expect that she would be jealous of a man. "If you hadn't been helping him secretly, Xi Hui might have succeeded long ago, right?"

When he mentioned this name, Di Zhong held his hand a little while still. Although he was still smiling, his eyes gradually became serious: "I actually didn't wake up immediately. After that incident eight years ago, he returned to Feiyuan. Because of the lack of the stimulation of the Spirit Phoenix Breath, I often feel like I'm in a daze, as if I haven't woken up completely in the nightmare of "death". It was not until she found it that I was able to return to my current appearance."

"So you treat her as your savior?" Zisu's tone was obviously a little sour. He pointed to the room on the other end and said in anger, "She told me that the person in her heart is not the God of War in the heavens."

"Oh, she said it." Di Zhong was not surprised at all. Not only was there no sadness, but there was even a strange warmth in his eyes. "She was right, the person she always liked was Xiao Qianye."

"But, but..." Seeing him so calm, Zi Su swallowed all the words with guilt, lowered her head so much that she could no longer lower her voice, and muttered in a low voice, "But she had originally recognized the wrong person, and mistakenly recognized that person for you!"

"That's just the original one." Di Zhong looked at her seriously, and said word by word, "The fate you missed is not fate."

"Oh, oh." Zisu's eyes wandered around, and she didn't dare to look at him, and she said vaguely, "But I, I can save you too. If you are injured or sick, you can come to me at any time..."

Before the sentence was finished, Zi Su covered her face awkwardly, looking dejected. Although she was proficient in pharmacology, Di Zhong was actually not injured, let alone sick, and she never had the chance to help him.

"You just said she was my savior?" Di Zhong seriously repeated the four words just now, his eyes were burning, he paused for a while, and he shook his head to deny it, "It seems that, she didn't want to save me, she just saved me by accident. Zi Su, I'm very strange. I clearly distinguished it very clearly, but I always inadvertently impose myself into Xiao Qianye. Tell me, who is the two of us, and who has a greater impact on whom?"

Zi Su looked at him strangely. Although she was not sure about the complicated past between the three of them, she also realized that something was wrong from Di Zhong's face. Just as she frowned in confusion and thought, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the wind. Chen Xuan and Lan Yan walked over shoulder and before the figures from afar walked to the two of them, Chen Xuan had already used his fingers to pick up a touch of spiritual power and turned into a ghost and rushed towards Di Zhong.

The little ghost grinned, and a sharp blade formed in his small hand, which seemed to be assassinating him.

Di Zhong just gave Chen Xuan a blank look, and raised it casually and grabbed the little ghost sent by the Ghost King to "give him" and pinched it hard. Sure enough, the magic fog disappeared, and a colorful small firework exploded in his palm with a "crackling" sound.

"If you really have you, it's still such a scary meeting gift." Di Zhong waved his hand. This was Chen Xuan's usual way of greetings. After ten thousand years, he had not changed at all.

"Welcome back." Then, Chen Xuan's voice was already close to his ears. He sat down on the empty stone chair next to him, and turned his palms down and turned a pot of fine wine from somewhere. When he turned his other hand, he immediately added four small wine glasses. "It's rare to meet here, have a drink to enjoy your face?"

"I really can't appreciate my appearance." Di Zhong pointed to himself. He was a transparent phantom, not even his soul. Chen Xuan was holding the wine, seemed very upset. He sighed heavily and asked, "Di Zhong, how did you make yourself look like you are not a human or a ghost? Is there any way to recover?"

Lianyan heard Chen Xuan’s implication from the side and looked at the other party nervously.

"I don't know either." Di Zhong thanked the other party for his kindness, and said carelessly, "I don't care, but he...he seems to be very dissatisfied with me and wants to get rid of me as soon as possible."

"He?" Chen Xuan spoke low, and the ostentatious light swept across the closed door between the wind and laughed silently, "What's wrong, he dislikes you? This is not right. You can give him enough power to dominate the world and supremely, why is he not satisfied?"

"The hero is sad to pass the beauty." Emperor Zhong suddenly swayed in his heart, and his face was still smiling and joking indifferently, "Who made the person he likes have an unresolved relationship with me? If no man in the world can accept such a thing, it would be no surprise that he wanted to leave me."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Xuan, who was present, exchanged expressions tacitly. After a moment, Chen Xuan coughed lightly and continued with a smile: "In this way, if he really has the chance to separate, he will definitely be asking for anything. What about you... You have been away for so long, and you really don't want to go back to heaven at all?"

Di Zhong's expression was astonished and said lightly: "The heaven has not changed for tens of thousands of years, and anyone will feel bored. But why do you always care about whether I want to recover?"

Zi Su is a person with no scheming. When he heard him ask, his face turned red and he hurriedly said, "Actually..."

"Actually, I just don't want to cause trouble." Chen Xuan decisively intercepted the other party's words, smiled faintly, and Lan Yan held Zi Su's hand without hesitation. "After all, if the outside world knows that the God of War is dead, it will face countless provocations in the heaven world. Although the life of so many years is so comfortable that it makes people crazy, it is very hard to really fall into turmoil again, don't you think?"

Zisu's eyes were still staring at Chen Xuan, not understanding why the other party wanted to conceal the truth, but her lips moved slightly, but she still fell silent.

Chen Xuan just glanced at her, immediately smiled, took out the Ghost King's Mark from his arms and put it in the center of the stone table, stretched out his hands and raised them flat on the mark, and made a look of a puppet with his ten fingers.

"Come on, pick a sign." Chen Xuan leaned over and smiled mysteriously.

"Didn't you always not make a decision for us?" Di Zhong looked at him hesitantly, feeling that the other party's smile was a little malicious, and instinctively refused. Chen Xuan snatched the words, "There are always exceptions in everything! You are already dead, so what can you do if you do a fortune-teller?"

Emperor Zhong was helpless. Although he picked one from the ninety-nine ghost king signs in his hand according to the other party's wishes, he still reminded him calmly: "Telling fortunes to the dead is a big taboo."

Chen Xuan took the Ghost King's Sign from him, glanced at him with just a glance, and immediately let him go back calmly.

"Hmm? You're not forgetting?" Di Zhong's hand was still stiff and stopped in the air. He didn't know what the actions of the fellow practitioner meant.

Chen Xuan suddenly turned his head and smiled, put away the Ghost King Sign and shook it hard a few times: "I just said I wanted to tell you a fortune, but I didn't say I wanted to explain it to you."

"Ha... Ghost King Chenxuan, I really can't get along with you." Di Zhong stood up and did not continue talking nonsense to him, and walked directly into the wind.

Lan Yan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, and the light in her eyes began to tremble involuntarily. She had obviously seen the content on the Ghost King sign, and her voice was hoarse: "Why didn't you tell him the result?"

"No need." Chen Xuan's smile also became stiff, but he still calmly brushed the ninety-nine signs with his fingers, "It was just an expected result. Tell him that he would not be surprised."

Zi Su looked at the two of them anxiously and grabbed Lanyan's hand: "What are you talking about? Tell me what it was written on the sign?"
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