The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 837

"Well, that's enough, the tree in the underworld, Yingji, you must have a headache."

"It's true... Komachi, I'm going to the underworld, don't be lazy this time, if you make the dead unable to go through the trial reincarnation because of your laziness, if you can only wander around as ghosts, it will increase my workload again !"

"I understand~~Master Yingji! I'll go back to the ferry right now."

Noticing that Eihime had finally finished her criticism and preaching, Komachi hurriedly assured her.

"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 longest-lived people in the entire hell, but her cute and petite face will make people subconsciously forget that she can actually be regarded as an elder.

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

"Master Yingji, and this Lord Liangyi, let me give you a ride!"

When Ying Ji taught her just now, she more or less told some secrets, so that Onozuka Komachi also understood a little bit that the man in front of him, even in the hell system, has great rights, although the specific She still doesn't understand the matter, but she knows it, that is, it is impossible for anyone to help her when she was teased before. The so-called mutual protection between officials and officials is like this!

Fortunately, this majestic god of death does not hold grudges. Since they are all her own, she even thinks Liang Yiluo is quite interesting, at least he is much better than those silent ghosts in hell or the gods of death and ghosts who are serious about their official duties. .

Komachi carried Liangyiluo and Yingji across the river, then hurriedly went to do her own work, not daring to be lazy in front of Yingji.

Yingji took Liangyiluo and flew to the opposite place on the other side, and gradually saw the other side.

The climate of the underworld is the same as that of the yang world, which is also divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter. Except that the light in the sky is darker and colder, there is no scary howling.

Plants unique to the underworld grow here, and the cool-toned senses bring another sense of beauty that the world of living people does not have. It is lonely but not lonely. Countless ghosts who have forgotten their past and present lives wander around. Dangerous, but under the leadership of Yan Mo, the ghosts completely dispersed like a tide.

The light blue and purple dead soul butterfly flutters lightly and rests under the dark pink cherry tree. The brilliant color flashes a little bit of fluorescence, like white phosphorous flames falling from the cherry blossoms. I wonder if the fluttering wings can bring hurricane and violence to the legend.

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

The little Yan Mo held the token and stared at the ground flying under his feet. In this unowned land, there are countless unowned souls wandering.

The underworld is different from the imagination, like a fireworks display at night, dotted with countless colors, it is a beauty that can make the painter obsessed and strive for it all his life.

"Yingji 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 underworlds of other countries. The right to set up managers is beyond my jurisdiction."

"Isn't it under Yingji's jurisdiction?"

Liang Yiluo raised his eyebrows, he found that there seemed to be something wrong, and quickly asked: "Then who is in charge of this place?"

"The entire underworld belongs to Lord Taishan, and 'it' is the source of unity and the master of death."

"Master Taishan..."

Liang Yiluo murmured, he naturally knew this name, since ancient times, the land of Shenzhou believed that souls belong to Mount Tai after death, and the Lord of Mount Tai is the god of Mount Tai, the king of the Five Sacred Mountains. At least it is a character of the same age as Shenqi, and it is also one of the unique rules of this world. It can be said that "it" has reached the extreme of Taoism, and has become a concept that is as restrained as but beyond restraint exist.

Liangyiluo had a hunch that things were more troublesome than imagined...

But no matter what, do your own thing well first.

With the speed of the two of them, even if the underworld is vast, it will reach its end. While Yingji and Liangyiluo were chatting and laughing, a huge cherry tree covering the sky and the sun had already appeared in front of them.

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

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

Standing under the cherry blossom tree, Liangyiluo took a deep breath, the rich fragrance of cherry blossoms with the magnificence that seduces death, like poppies, makes people feel in a trance.

Around the cherry blossom tree, I don't know how many dead souls gathered. Even the arrival of Yan Mo only caused some commotion, but could not let the dead souls leave the tree.

The future westbound demon attracts both the dead and the living.

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

Patted the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, let this monster of death, which is like a world tree, shake its huge body, and countless pink petals fell down, covering the whole body of Yingji and Liangyiluo, like a mandarin duck. Sakura bath.

"This tree is producing wisdom!"

Siji Yingji treated it seriously and said seriously.

"I feel it, but my intelligence is still very confused, I can't even count it as a baby, it can only be considered as being pregnant."

On the tree trunk, the distorted soul and the power of death are like snowflakes on the TV. Under the chaos, a consciousness is slowly being 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 is turned into a monster, it will instantly become a monster comparable to a 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

The hand caressing the cherry tree, rubbing its trunk with fingertips, along the gaps in its appearance, depicting complex and indescribable printing methods.

This time, Liangyiluo didn't go to war like thousands of years ago, but simply tightened the seal again.

"Master Liangyi, this...isn't this too easy?"

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

"Yingji should have heard of the phrase that blocking is worse than sparse. Under the current situation, it is useless to seal this monster tree. No matter how powerful the seal is, one day it will be broken by enough death power accumulated by it. And the stronger the suppression, the stronger the explosion, and when the time comes to break the realm of darkness, this country that contains many human beings may be doomed."

"But... where should the power of death be evacuated?"

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

"It has already separated part of the Netherworld and connected the Yin and Yang worlds. In the part of the Yang world it connects, a cherry blossom tree will also grow... Please believe me, little Yingji... Hurry up It's coming, it's coming, it's coming soon, the one who can bear death."

Liangyiluo murmured, as if reciting a strange and unpredictable spell, and also lamenting the trajectory of fate.

The Eye of Akasha in his right eye once again pierced through history. After seeing it for more than a hundred years, Master Xixing was silent here, and an unknown number of people were lured to death. In the lonely compound, the girl like cherry blossoms, Smiling, humming, telling, dancing.

In the next moment, the hallucination-like scene disappeared, and Liang Yiluo returned to the present time point.

Those hallucinations are one of countless possibilities in the future.

Liang Yiluo doesn't like the determined future, but at this moment, that future is what he admires, and he must make it come true.

"Master Luo?"