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Chapter 210: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

There were no servants in Moxiangzhai where Jun Yu lived. It was not until the next day at noon when Master Song came here to look for his daughter that he discovered the bodies of the two.

Upon hearing the news, Prefect Jun quickly dispatched the most rigorous and meticulous coroner in the city to investigate.

After a meticulous inspection, the truth gradually surfaced: Jun Yu was killed by Song Zhiyan, and Song Zhiyan committed suicide.

However, Magistrate Jun and the others searched for clues but were unable to uncover the motive behind it.

The two families had their loved ones send off their loved ones.

When the people of Qianzhou heard about this, they either sighed or whispered to each other, trying to piece together the full picture of this tragedy from every tiny detail.

No one knew that on the night when the two men died, two brilliant lights suddenly flashed beside the Luofan Terrace above the Ninth Heaven.

Then, a man and a woman slowly emerged from the afterglow of the light.

The three immortals who had been waiting here for a long time had their eyes sparkling with anticipation and admiration. When they saw the man appear, they immediately stepped forward lightly, folded their hands in front of their chests, bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Congratulations to Lord Changxin, you have successfully experienced the tribulation and returned to the immortal path!"

The crowd didn't hear any sound and looked up quietly.

The God's eyes were fixed on the fairies who were returning from the Landing Platform.

The woman was dressed in elegant fairy clothes and said softly, "Hello, Lord Changxin. I am Yun Yi from Yunmiao Palace. Life in the human world is like a big dream, Lord God, please don't mind."

This……

Several immortals exchanged subtle glances and speculated secretly in their hearts.

The gods have gone through hardships because of their past in the mortal world, and after returning to heaven, it is not uncommon for them to have emotional entanglements, and many of them form couples.

But Lord Changxin is not only the number one warrior of the gods, but also the son of the Emperor of Heaven. His partner has probably already been chosen by the Emperor and Empress of Heaven.

Just then, they heard the voice of the God.

"You just understand."

After saying this, he turned around, his sleeves fluttering, leaving the immortals with a lonely and proud back.

The three immortal kings looked at the God who left after saying this and couldn't help but smile at each other.

"As expected of Lord Changxin, his determination far exceeds that of other gods."

"With Lord Changxin protecting the Nine Heavens, the evil ambitions of the demon race should be put to rest."

"Yeah yeah."

Lord Changxin went through hardships in the sea of ​​love and finally returned safely. This event is the happiest thing for the gods.

The Emperor of Heaven and the Empress of Heaven joined hands in setting up a grand banquet in the sky, and sincerely invited all the immortals from all over the world to join in the celebration. For three consecutive days, laughter and joy could be heard everywhere, celebrating the rebirth and return of this leader of the divine world.

Time flies. Two hundred days in the divine world pass in a flash, but two hundred years pass in the human world.

In the past two hundred years, mountains and rivers have changed, and the world is no longer what it used to be.

Humans are no longer ignorant of demons, and it has become a normal thing for demons to wreak havoc on the world. Although there are Taoist priests who catch demons, their magic power is weak and they are no match for the big demons.

Fortunately, the gods did not stand idly by and often sent immortals to the earth to catch monsters.

A strange balance has been reached between the human race, the demon race and the god race.

It is neither the absolute suppression of a certain tribe nor laissez-faire, but a delicate symbiosis and checks and balances among the three.

In the Netherworld, the candlelight flickered in the King of Hell's Palace, illuminating a man in a black robe.

He sat high on the throne, his face showing a barely perceptible irritation, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring intently at a woman in emerald green clothing below him.

She was sitting with three ghost officials, playing mahjong and laughing, having a great time.

"Why are you, a demon, coming to my Netherworld? Lingyue Youtan is so big, how can you not find even three demons?"

The man's voice revealed obvious dissatisfaction.

Song Yuesheng skillfully threw the last card on the table, a bright smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Most of them want to occupy the human world and attack the Nine Heavens. There are very few monsters like me who prefer to be free and unrestrained. What's more, they have left Lingyue Youtan one after another and went to live in seclusion in other places. Only your place is relatively quiet."

After saying this, she stood up, her green dress swaying in the wind like a willow in spring, standing out particularly in this dark environment.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes slightly: "No matter what, I helped you stabilize Xia Fangzhi two hundred years ago, and saved your Netherworld Division from further destruction. Yan Limo, people should be grateful and repay kindness. As the King of Hell, are you going to be ungrateful?"

Two hundred years ago, Jing Qiudie, who was a human, died of illness.

Xia Fangzhi chased her to the Netherworld, but couldn't find her soul, so he angrily destroyed the Forgotten River.

Song Yuesheng happened to be strolling in the ghost market when she heard that Meng Po had returned from the human world after experiencing a catastrophe. She was curious and decided to go find out what happened.

When she arrived at Wangchuan, she saw the furious Xia Fangzhi and ghosts fleeing everywhere, so she took action on her own initiative to stop him.

However, I didn’t think about it.

A smile appeared on Song Yuesheng's lips.

Meng Po turned out to be Jing Qiudie. She had previously admired King Yan, and when she heard that he had come to the mortal world to experience trials and tribulations, she followed him.

Lord Yan... is Yan Limo.

Meng Po’s mission is important. Before finding a suitable successor, Xia Fangzhi stays with the little butterfly in the Wangchuan River.

So, everything fits.

The Soul-Guiding Candle belongs to the demon clan and is related to Feng Zhi.

Tianluo Hook is in the Netherworld Department, which is under the jurisdiction of Yan Limo.

Although the Lingxin Drum is in the God Clan and is held by Xuan Xiao, since Jun Yu asked for it, Xuan Xiao had no choice but to offer it to him.

What the original owner's substitute possessed was the key medicinal ingredient - a thousand-year-old demon pill that did not accept meat or blood.

Yan Limo snorted indifferently: "Don't you happen to have three people who are neither human nor ghost around you?"

Song Yuesheng shrugged: "They always let me win. They have no sense of competition. It's better here. There are many ghosts. You don't have to worry about not having opponents. Let's go."

The information she collected from the ghost market said that a demon who wanted to pass through the Divine Seal Mirror must have more than five hundred years of cultivation, so she didn't pester Luochuan for the past two hundred years to ask how to get to the end of the Luochuan River.

Now that two hundred years have passed, it is time to go to the Ninth Heaven.

After getting the Soul-Guiding Candle, the current task value has increased to 90%. A trip to the Ninth Heaven should be able to fill up the remaining task value.

However, I have to go to the ghost market to buy some life-saving gadgets.

As soon as Song Yuesheng arrived at the ghost market, he was blocked by two figures.

One of them was someone she was very familiar with, Song Zhiyan who had regained his status as an Immortal King.

Judging from the other person’s attire, she looks like the Fairy Yaoguang.

Many ghosts are afraid of the gods, and since they are in a ghost market where no one cares where they come from, no one dares to take a step closer, for fear of being caught up in this sudden storm.

Yaoguang frowned, and the long sword in her hand instantly took shape, pointing directly at Song Yuesheng, and shouted coldly: "Stop! How did you, a witch, get the power of Lord Changxin? What did you do to the Lord? "

Song Yuesheng was stunned for a moment by this sudden question, then came to his senses and realized that the Lord Changxin mentioned by Yaoguang was Jun Yu.

She shook her head: "I don't know any God."

Yaoguang's eyes were deep and her words were cold: "Don't you know her? Your appearance is so similar to A Yan, you must have used her face when you transformed!"

She looked at Song Yuesheng and sneered again.

"Now, everyone knows that Ah Yan and Lord Chang Xin are about to get married. You, a witch, must have deceived Lord Chang Xin with your appearance! Die!"

Song Yuesheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. He flicked his fingertips and an ancient green paper umbrella appeared leisurely.

She gently twirled the umbrella handle, and her figure followed the elegant shadow of the umbrella and disappeared into the bustling ghost market.

Song Zhiyan called out to her, "Stop chasing me, Yaoguang."

She took a step forward and continued gently, "Perhaps the demon girl just now was a kind demon. When she was injured, Jun Yu felt pity for her and passed some of his magic power to her."

Yaoguang retorted: "Everyone in the God Clan knows that Lord Changxin has never saved a demon since he was born. How could he suddenly have mercy on a demon? Even if he did, it was because that demon girl used your appearance to deceive him."

She was indignant for Song Zhiyan and put away her sword.

"I will go back to the Ninth Heaven right now and ask Immortal Lord Fanyin to find the hiding place of the banshee and kill her for you!"

"Actually..." Song Zhiyan hesitated for a while, her eyes flickering, as if thousands of words were condensed in her throat, and finally turned into a sigh, "I once saw her by the Yingxi Lake by chance."

"You knew that and yet you didn't kill her? Ah Yan, your kindness is so untimely!"

Yaoguang looked at her with disappointment, then teleported away.

Song Zhiyan smiled silently and followed.

Yaoguang’s magical power is not low, even if Feng Zhi helps Song Yuesheng, he can still kill her.

However, she would not kill Song Yuesheng immediately.

When dealing with an enemy, it is naturally better to torture him slowly.