The sky is spinning, ten thousand piercing the body, and all five are burning.

The Demon was shocked that Thirteen Lang could survive in the Underworld, and Thirteen Lang was not a big accident, and he was almost buried for a long time in the first place, and now he tried his best, struggling to endure the torment, and was always facing the danger of life and death.

Whether it is a ghost who is purely a ghost thing, or a demon that fuses demon mosquitoes, its root is not in the human world. If something that should not be in the world appears in the world, it will be punished by the Heavenly Dao, which is the law of the realm. Under the law, all kinds of powerful methods of the demon are restricted, and they must be reborn like reincarnation and grow again in a new state before they can regain their original glory.

On the contrary, Thirteen Lang is similar to it, entering the body of the underworld, it is almost equivalent to a living person entering the Netherworld Realm, the monkey is so powerful that even the book of life and death can force Yan Jun to change it, Thirteen Lang sent him far away, and he was immediately tied up in a knot.

There is no trace, no color, no pretense, and you can't even feel the amount of force, which is uncomfortable.

The real fire is born, only three feet outside the body, and then pushed it is like a fire in the water, wasting strength in vain; the thunder is released, and the surroundings are like a wet and thick mud swamp, hitting, hitting, and I can't see where the effect is. It is easier to use the wind, and there is also a yin wind in the underworld, and it actually feels cold when it blows together.

It's not psychological cold, it's real, it's cold that freezes the heart, solidifies the mana, and freezes the soul.

"Cold!"

Since he started cultivating, to be precise, since he cultivated the True Fire, Thirteen Lang hadn't felt the taste of it for many years, and now he has tasted enough.

As one of the few monks in this world who has comprehended the path of life and death, Thirteen Lang is qualified to think that only he can play a key role in this plan, trying to turn the situation around in one fell swoop.

It turned out that he was right, the ghost did not reach the realm of the gods, and its strength was mainly not in the Dao Law, and there was not much way to deal with opponents who dared to burrow into the body. It's still the body. At the same time, he was also wrong, it was true that the Dao of Life and Destruction could resist the Underworld, but it was only to resist. When the underworld qi contains depravity, and when there are countless demon mosquitoes around, Thirteen Lang instantly fell into a sea of suffering, and he was in a dilemma of life and death.

The battle of artistic conception. But not quite.

The battle of authentic artistic conception, unless the gap between the two sides is too large, no one can easily stop, let alone be disturbed. However, at this moment, the demon had to face the siege of the group cultivators, and he had to take care of his spirit, and Thirteen Lang was even more miserable, because he never expected that the demon mosquito was still alive when it was in the body of the demon and could move freely and even attack!

Roughly calculated, there are at least dozens of golden mosquitoes in the body of the underworld. Although they can't all be gathered together, they are theoretically at the same level as Thirteen Lang, or even beyond, and any one of them is a big disaster.

This is outrageous!

It's outrageous and ridiculous, and it's too late to think about it, all that Thirteen Lang can do is to face a strong enemy and fight with him in blood.

What's even worse is that he soon discovers that although he can compete with the Dark Qi. However, this effect cannot be spread to the treasure. Except for the Heavenly Bow, any magic weapon is tainted as soon as it appears. There is no power at all that it should have. This means that there are only two weapons that Thirteen Lang can really use, the demon slashing knife that does not contain mana at all, and his body.

The effect of the bow in the body is definitely very good, but it doesn't actually work. Not to mention anything else, it's something that requires all your energy, mana, and concentration. At present, Thirteen Lang has to fight against death intent on the one hand, and at the same time, he has to face the surging demon mosquitoes, among which there are even gold-level, trying to open the sky in such an environment, I am afraid that the bowstring can be pulled apart. He became a dried corpse first.

Again, who said that you can kill the demon with a bow? With Thirteen Lang's current cultivation, it will take a long time to cut the Heavenly Absolute Sword, even if it is in the body.

Originally, he wanted to repeat the matter of destroying the snail, but now he is in a dilemma, and he is in a dilemma; Thirteen Lang no longer thinks about it, the long knife dances like a turbulent vortex, and the thunder and fire Qi Shi and his body are arrogant and straight, and at the same time exhales the flow of life and death, trying to build a yin and yang bridge.

Body, mind, spirit, law, thirteen lang four techniques together, really do your best, forward!

Originally, it was Xiang Lu, and the demon fell to the ground and rolled and crushed, but Thirteen Lang followed it and changed direction. His idea is also simple, he finally came in, and for the time being, he didn't see that the demon had any powerful killing moves, and he could rush for a while, and until the moment when it was difficult to support the back, he must not let the demon rage, and drag him down.

In any case, it is also in its body, and anything you do can cause great damage to the demons, and the fighter must not be missed.

"Kill!"

With a sharp pain in his waist, Shisanlang twisted his body and lifted his knees, knocking the golden mosquito away before he had time to enjoy human blood. The long knife seemed to be tied with thousands of threads, even with the great strength of the thirteen langs still felt difficult, and began to shorten inch by inch; the teachings of the ancient king were not in vain, when the eight sides around were enemies, the thirteen langs could no longer pursue the force to break the enemy as before, what was needed was a skillful and timely one.

When the battle became like this, Thirteen Lang couldn't help but start thinking about the deity, because he knew that the same environment and the same conditions, if the deity came to do this, except for the strong mana, everything else would be stronger than the body.

With the Rouge Bird, the power of the true fire is increased by seventy percent, the flesh body refines dozens of scales, and the strength is not the same; in the face of a behemoth like the Hades Demon, especially when it needs to be divided to subdue it, the role of the small one is irreplaceable. Most importantly, feeling the effect of the meaning of depravity between life and death, the Thirteen Lang knew that he had a treasure that could absolutely restrain it: the claw of the Golden Crow.

The fire of Haoyang, the most vigorous force in the world, gives birth to all things and gives birth to life, and it should be here to show its magical powers.

Swinging his knife and rushing forward, Shisanlang was like a drill, and while flying the flesh and blood corpses, he was also pierced again and again by the demon mosquito, and even pierced.

On the line of life and death, lonely and self-controlled, Thirteen Lang gradually became fascinated, gradually immersed in the fight and did not know what was behind him, like drinking mellow and intoxicated.

Why?

"If you can't turn it into a physical object, what is the use of artistic conception?"

"The Great Dao is ruthless, because it is ruthless to be practical, everything is useful, and nothing superfluous is allowed to exist. ”

"Thinking about it further, any kind of Taoism, any artistic conception, and perception will eventually become concrete and have the appearance of facts!"

It's better to know death in the netherworld, to live in the world, from life to death, between life and death, what could be clearer than this?

It's a crisis, but it's also an opportunity.

Compare that to this. Thirteen Lang's birth and death in the blood domain was actually just an environment simulated by Nirzu, and it was not orthodox after all.

Compared to strength, Nirzu is thousands of times stronger than the Hades Demon, but if it is compared to the death will, it is real and pure. The Demon of the Underworld is a thousand times higher than Nirzu, and it is still in vain for him to let the Heavenly Dao Rope die outside.

"People say that flowers bloom and fall is life and death, and people say that clouds and waves are born and die, but they are actually wrong. ”

"If there is no soil, no trees, no water, and no sunlight, where will the flowers bloom and how will the flowers fall?"

"If there is no heaven, there is no earth. If there is no wind, no mountains and no sea, where will the clouds come from, and how will the clouds be extinguished?"

"Life and death are like rings, rings are interlocked, and each other forms a larger, complete ring. The flowers bloom and fall not in a ring, but a few dots, a small road in the ring; But it can give birth to other paths, other points. Eventually, it will merge into a complete ring. ”

"Life and death, the most intuitive expression of the world and the underworld, this is the true meaning. ”

When he said this sentence in his heart, far away from the realm, in the sword house, the Thirteen Lang deity suddenly opened his eyes. The figure then pulled up.

"Is it time?"

Raising his head and looking at the sky, it was just when he was stargazing in the middle of the night, corresponding to the stars in the sky, and there seemed to be a sky in the eyes of Thirteen Lang. The starlight flashed out countless bright flowers, deep and clear, and it was intoxicating to see it.

Around, including Yelian and Yanshan, more than a dozen people gathered their eyes, and suddenly had an illusion in their hearts.

Thirteen Lang is gone.

You can see it, you can feel it, you can't feel it. It's like this day, this earth, this wind, this rain, and the starlight sprinkled from the sky.

What is the wind? The clouds moving and the trees shaking are the wind, the hem of the clothes floating is the wind, and the green silk trembling on the forehead is also the wind, but what is the wind?

What is the earth? Rocks are the earth, silt is the earth, sand and dust are the earth, and every man has his feet on the earth, but what is the earth?

Everything is born, born for the Tao, the Tao is the master, the Tao has life and death, which is life and death.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" tiptoed close to the sword house, Xiao Budian asked softly, his voice trembling, and his expression was very uneasy.

The avenue is ruthless, and if you want to know the avenue, you need to be ruthless. At that moment just now, Shisanlang didn't seem to have changed much, but in fact, there was an extreme indifference, as if the stars looked at each other, and it seemed so far away.

Yan Shan was shocked, Yelian was envious, and the surroundings were in awe, only a little bit was small, showing the purest horror, fear, and worry.

"It's nothing, Daddy thinks about things. ”

It seemed to flicker, and it was like a soul, with a heartfelt smile on his face, and the person who fused with heaven and earth instantly returned to the world.

Shisanlang bent down and hugged his daughter in his arms, dispelling the emptiness and indifference in the spirit platform to the back of his head, and feeling the warmth and truth of that small body.

Father's body temperature made Xiao Budian quiet, stretched his neck to his father's ear, sniffed, confirmed, and then completely relieved his heart and closed his eyes comfortably. The starlight seemed to be attracted in some way, and the sword was sprinkled in all directions, like invisible silk wrapped around the two people, reflecting the small face straight and shining.

Shisanlang was fascinated, and couldn't help but flick his daughter's eyelashes, causing Xiao Budian to frown, raised his hand to open his hand, grunted twice, and continued to enjoy the sweetness in his sweet dream.

"It's time to go home. ”

There was no time to covet warmth, Thirteen Lang sighed and looked up at the few people who approached.

"How are you?" he asked.

"It's okay," the Flower of Eternity replied softly, rarely revealing a hint of weakness.

"Ancestor, where is the Divine Master?"

"Everything is ready to go. The ancestor of Yanshan twisted his beard lightly, and his eyes were deep.

"Ghost Old?"

"You want to call the master!"

Angry humming and correcting, Xi Zizi took advantage, and the ghost Dao waved his big hand vigorously.

"Hurry up, the old man can't wait!"

"Don't worry, it's in time. ”

Handing Xiao Budian into Princess Kasumi's arms, Thirteen Lang stretched out his hands around.

"Let's go home. ”

(To be continued......)