The Three Princesses of Nezha

Nezha walked in it step by step, the wind swept the sand and dust, and the crimson blood-like vortex was visible to the naked eye, whizzing towards it.

The top of the mountain is now covered with frost and snow, but the blood mist still lingers, so it seems that the snow on the ground is not white, but red, as if a drop of blood is about to drop every moment.

Occasionally, some rocks can be seen, and a layer of deep red is also attached to them.

It can be said that when stepping into Buzhou Mountain, the goal is blood, and there is nothing else.

The Wu family's soul returns to the earth after death, they have no primordial spirit, and do not know the destiny of heaven.

On such an occasion, the Yaozu will be left with their souls flying away. In the blood demon, even if their souls can survive, they will not be able to reincarnate, let alone get out of Buzhou Mountain.

The creeks converge into creeks and flow downward.

It is clean, very clean.

So clean that there is nothing else but blood.

This is the current Buzhou Mountain.

Nezha walked into it, but he was not confused, but he was really thinking about it for a while.

It's also a little more depressing.

Nezha didn't know how long he walked before arriving at his destination.

Or rather, an intuitive destination.

Purely by feel.

Boulders are scattered here and there, many of which were the main body of the mountain back then.

It just ends up being exposed.

With the Hot Wheels under her feet, Huntianling was on her body without any wind, and her red dress was as bright as fire, but it seemed to blend perfectly with this place.

Nezha raised his head and looked at the things in front of him.

Lightly tap the big rock in front of you with your fingers.

Close your eyes, and a picture appears directly in front of you.

A very familiar picture.

After all, it wasn't a dream.

The body of the Lingzhu re-integrates with Nezha's body, and all the pictures are no longer dreams, let alone vague, but real.

Just a lingering layer of fog.

In the end, coming here is purely an impulse.

An urge to see the sun behind the clouds.

What's the point?

It doesn't seem to make any sense.

After all, nothing to do.

That being the case, why don't you want to go?

Now the realm has been restored, and even if it has not been restored, and the state of mind is like this, it will not be confused by this place.

Nezha stood here for a long time.

The finger fell on the boulder, and after the light passed through the blood mist, it was a little gray, and the fingertip touched the boulder.

The boulder is extremely cold, as if it is touching a huge ice cube.

But it made Nezha's mind a little clearer.

a long time.

Nezha raised his hand.

Originally conscientiously holding the Qiankun circle of the bracelet in front of it, it instantly changed to its original size and was held in Nezha's hand.

There was only a loud bang of "boom--".

It fell directly.

The original huge stone was reduced to fly ash in an instant.

This is Da Luo Jinxian's full blow.

The surrounding blood mist was directly divided, revealing the original appearance of this place.

dusty.

Nezha silently added a layer of nodules to himself.

It is impossible to eat ashes, and it is impossible to eat ashes in this life.

Things like nodules are simply a must-have product for home travel.

After smashing the boulder, Nezha suddenly felt much better.

When I dream, I always dream about it, and when I wake up, I still feel that this big rock is in the way.

Especially in the way.

Looking at Ao Bing's real body is fine, the sun, the moon, the moon, and the year seem to be fine, but this big rock will look different after a long time.

Not only is it in the way, but it also feels like blocking the light.

Buzhou Mountain is still magnificent.

Even now it is stained with a thick layer of blood.

Speaking of...

It seemed that it wasn't just her and the master who were taken away.

In addition, there are a lot of spirits.

At least according to what Ao Bing said.

As to what and by whom, that is another question.

But to this day, she still remembers the feeling she had when she saw Buzhou Mountain for the first time.

Majestic, vast, and the coercion left by Pangu.

The backbone of the Great God Pangu.

Countless people pursue it.

Nezha did not leave directly on the hot wheels, but walked step by step.

Just like climbing Buzhou Mountain from the cliff back then.

Emmm...

Sure enough, she was cheated.

But right now, Nezha is not going upwards.

The flame in his hand was still burning, and the blood mist dissipated as soon as he touched it.

I don't know how far I have come.

Finally arrived at the camp of the Wu tribe.

It's also a coincidence.

She had been here before.

But now there is no sign of prosperity anymore, but this place is also a little bit different.

Everything is still neat and clean.

There is even a peach tree that has not withered.

And on the branch of the peach tree, stood a bird with only one leg.

Nezha looked at the bird not far away.

The feathers are extremely gorgeous, crimson. If it is in the distance, it may even be integrated with this place. The tail feathers are long, and it looks extremely proud at first glance. Like the most beautiful red flower, the bird's pupils are golden, and it really has a feeling of looking down on all sentient beings.

The peach tree is blooming with peach blossoms. The peach tree, which is not gorgeous at first, is the only tree that can survive in this somewhat barren place. Perhaps it should have attracted attention, but right now, the attention is attracted by the bird. In the past, it seemed that the peach tree was just a background board.

Nezha and the bird looked at each other.

In the distance, Xing Tian was a little different when he saw Nezha's arrival.

"Spirit beads?"

Hearing this, Nezha turned his head to look at where Xing Tian was.

There is a clear red line on the neck. At a glance, it looks like it was painted on. It is not thick, but it is eye-catching enough.

After all, Xing Tian was directly naked from the upper body.

Of course, Nezha, as an insider, could probably guess that it was the trace of Xing Tian being beheaded.

However, according to Xing Tian's ability, there shouldn't be any traces left.

Or maybe there may be some sequelae that cannot be repaired?

There are many strange things in the wild, and it is not surprising if this is the case.

Seeing Nezha's gaze towards his neck, Xing Tian said, "Not long ago, Hou Tu Zu Wu sent my head back. As for this pattern, it's easier to change the head, so I didn't change it. Repaired."

Hearing Xing Tian's words, Nezha was touched by the huge amount of information in Xing Tian's words, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Change the head... save trouble?"

"Yeah, the fake head I made as a decoration is also very useful. I haven't had a head for so long, and suddenly I have a head. It's still the original head. It's still a bit uncomfortable, so I changed it." Xing Tiandao.

"Speaking of which, if I come here with my fake head, or if I don't take the lead, just come here, you and I face each other, you probably won't recognize me, hahahaha..."

Hearing this, Nezha looked at Xing Tian and pursed his lips slightly. Maybe he didn't recognize the fake head, but if he didn't take the lead, then she would definitely know.

Of course, this requires the premise that Xing Tian does not speak.

Seeing Nezha like this, Xing Tian simply raised his hand and took off the head.

"look!"

"..."

Then I saw Xing Tian raised his hand, took out another head, put it on his head, and then vividly interpreted the difference between the original head, the headless head, and the replacement head.

A tall, strong, headless man toyed with his two heads.

Take it out and replace it every now and then.

When there is no head, the chest is directly differentiated into a face, an incomplete face.

The breasts are the eyes, and the navel is the mouth.

When the head is replaced, the original position will return to the original appearance.

The surrounding area is quiet, it looks like the tribe is clean and tidy, but it is desolate, and this place is also shrouded in blood mist, and it is a little unclear to look at it with the eyes, that is, here, from a distance, it is full of blood red.

The same is true whether it is caused by the blood mist or the rocks that were originally crimson.

It just adds a bit of blood and evil spirit here.

Just the scene in front of me, combined with the current scene, this is simply the scene of a ghost movie.

"..." Nezha.

I haven't seen you for many years, Xing Tian, ​​why did you look like this?

I saw that side before, although I didn't have close contact with him, but I still thought that he had grown into a generation of God of War, but now...

God of War seems to be still there, but...

Why is the gap so big? !

Moreover, Xing Tian back then seemed to be...

Emmm...

Forget it, don't compare it with it.

Thinking about it this way, the personality of Xing Tian, ​​the straight man of steel, has never collapsed.

It's just that the average straight man of steel doesn't have the experience of wearing these two heads.

Ok……

In this way, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Nezha stared at Xing Tian.

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Regarding Nezha's appearance, Xing Tian didn't feel any abnormality at all, so he straightened his head, retracted the substitute's head, looked at Nezha's appearance, and then smiled, "Do you feel that you don't recognize me?" ?”

"..." Nezha.

"Yes, I don't recognize it."

Now, she has an urge to not know Xing Tian.

Hearing Nezha's answer, Xing Tian smiled heartily, and then said, "By the way, Lingzhuzi, why are you here?"

"I came to Zhoushan to have some matters. After I settled them, I walked this way, but I didn't expect to see you here." Nezha replied.

"I'm here to tidy up this place. In less than a hundred years, this place has become red." Xing Tian pointed to the rows of houses behind him and said, "It's strange to say that nothing has grown here for a long time. Something, this one is quite tenacious. I don’t know where a bird flew over, it’s the one you just saw. I saw it there last time I came here. This time, it’s not dead, it’s still alive , is also very talented.”

"Lingzhuzi, since you are here, it is also the vitality of this bird. This thing is not mine. If you want to take it away, take it away. I won't stop you." Xing Tian came over and patted it. Zha's shoulder said.

"But"

"It's nothing to worry about, I really don't mind! You've come, how can I care about such a broken bird?" Xing Tian walked up to grab the fate of the bird by the back of the neck, and waited until Xing Tian caught it. The bird, looking at all directions for a moment, opened its teeth and danced its claws, wishing to tear Xing Tian directly, but the jio was too short, and there was only one, and two flapping wings were useless.

Immediately, Xing Tian stuffed the bird directly into Nezha's arms.

"..." I didn't say I would take it away.

Nezha looked at the bird that was stuffed in his arms, and suddenly seemed much quieter than before, and silently retracted what he wanted to say.

With a thought, he immediately glanced at the claws under the bird, no matter how he looked at it, it was just one.

Nezha immediately put away his extra heart.

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