Qicai walked in front of Zhao Wuxian with two swords in hand, even though the two broken knives were extremely sharp, but they could never get close to the sides of the two people, the sword blade slashed through the ghost suit that made the Northern Wei Dynasty frightened, without the slightest pause, as if a knife cut tofu to harvest and take away one life one by one, but there are still countless ferries that are not afraid of life and death, and the street that is not too long is like a ferry connecting the two worlds of yin and yang at this moment, and the corpses are all over the field.

Mo Xiuyuan's cuffs shook slightly, the palms hidden in them were gathered together, and the three figures jumped up from the crowd, looking at him from all over the street, Yan Luo is easy to see, the little ghost is difficult, not to mention that these three people will chill down their spines even when they see the little ghost, the chief judge Cui Fujun, the holy monarch of the town house, Zhong Tianshi, and the former dust forget Meng Poniang.

"Stop me?" Mo Xiuyuan asked, the newly changed Mai Qi machine swelled, and the bricks and tiles clicked under the shock.

"It's to kill you. "The person who opened his mouth was dressed in a red robe, holding a life and death book in his left hand, and holding a soul hook pen in his right hand, his name was Cui Jue, who was the head of the four judges of Yin Cao, and his other identity was the commander of the Beizhen Fu Division.

Without waiting for the other party's words, the Heavenly Master Zhong Kui, who was holding a wooden sword, made a nasal sound, an eight-foot-tall man, with a cast iron face and sideburns, a strange appearance, as hideous as a ghost, the fried wooden sword in his hand pointed far away, and in the next moment, Mo Xiuyuan stood in a muffled thunder, a cluster of flames rose from under his feet, like a fire snake soaring into the air, Mo Xiuyuan stepped on one foot, his body was in the air, the soles of his feet stepped on the void, and the fire snake that scurried up was extinguished by the strong wind in an instant, and before the thunder fell, Mo Xiuyuan opened his mouth, and suddenly swallowed the world with endless suction, and the white mang flashed away and turned into a silver snake and was swallowed by him into his abdomen, his eyes opened angrily, and two fine lights shot out, pointing on the broken bowl that covered him, and the sound sounded like an ancient bell, The broken bowl was heavier than the mountains, and the eyes that condensed the power of the thunder could not shake it, but the light green soup in it spilled slightly, falling into the body of the lifeless ferryman on the street, the dead wood was in spring, and it was submerged in the blink of an eye, a pair of empty eyes flashed with an indescribable glow, and the body was deformed and struggled to get up, and rushed towards Mo Xiuyuan.

The ferryman who was reincarnated from death was even more fierce than before, a pair of two broken knives were interspersed in the wind unimpeded, Mo Xiuyuan pressed the head of one of them with one palm, and the five fingers were about to open the heavenly spirit, and suddenly a layer of forbidden power emerged from the other party's body, Mo Xiuyuan not only failed to hold his palm, but was cut off by the short blade, and the palm bounced off, and when he landed again, the bricks and tiles under his feet seemed to melt, turning into a puddle of mud.

A ferryman abandoned the short knife, held the long blade with both hands and chopped it down, the visible air wave was divided into two sections by the long knife, ferryed to the past, passed the Lethe River water, drank Meng Po soup, and then cut off the past with the future, forgetting this life and reincarnation, this is reincarnation, the blade quickly slashed down, Mo Xiuyuan looked up, a strange long sword cut through the quagmire under his feet, and the surging sword qi was like countless staggered flying blades, the ferryman still maintained the action of swinging the sword, but the body was wiped out in the invisible wind.

Mo Xiuyuan, who came out, ran with a sword, a sword crossed, more than a dozen human heads spurted blood and flew up, the ferry that had died twice made the headless corpse tremble, and the drop of light green soup slowly surfaced to the broken bowl that was regathered in Meng Po's hand, and then looked at the corpses, only a white skeleton was left to support the exaggerated ghost suit.

Cui Fujun, who had not made a move from beginning to end, stood in place, and the Reward Division, who was only at the peak of Lichen, could forcibly break through to the realm of non-confusion with a good book, and Cui Fujun, who was the head of the four major judges, only needed to tick a little bit in the book of life and death, who should die and who should live was only in the moment, he just looked at Mo Xiuyuan quietly, because he had never been able to find the name of the other party in his life and death book, which made him confused, but anyone born in this world, no matter birds and beasts, every flower or grass needs to leave traces in this book of life and death, but there is only one place that is not, the two realms mountain that has always been wrapped in miasma。

Zhong Tianshi, whose flaming red eyebrows were upside down, had a bloodshot face, and there were bursts of demonic roars from his nose like a bull's nose, and the belly under his robe quickly bulged, even through his clothes, he could still see a hideous face as if he was imprinted on it and wanted to escape, his mouth opened suddenly, the black wind howled, rolling countless sparks, as if stepping on a brazier full of charcoal, the fire ignited, and it was actually kneaded out of the ashes a terrifying body, mutilated like a monster that had been stiffly pieced together, fangs soaring to the sky, rated as a single horn, skinny like a dried corpse, and the deeply sunken eye sockets had no eyeballs, but can reveal endless gluttony from the dark hollow.

"Hungry, so hungry. ”

Like a miserable wail that spanned thousands of years, a pair of eyes were fixed on Mo Xiuyuan, as if he had seen the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Heavenly Master Zhong Kui feeds on ghosts and monsters, likes to eat alive and peel them alive, gouge out his eyes and drink, a Heavenly Master Taoism, neither the Tao nor the Ten Thousand Methods, I don't know how many evil ghosts and remnants are swallowed in that belly, and there will be no reincarnation after that, for thousands of years, I have not been born or died in the darkness and suffered, and my body has already been mixed and born, and it is no longer myself, countless souls are intertwined, afraid of the dark, endure loneliness, and hunger.

The evil ghost is coming, here is the abyss, followed by the yin, lack of people, but not lack of ghosts, the black gas of Sen Ran came out from the depths of the city, turned into a cloud of smoke and smashed towards the evil ghost, the original thin body seemed to be full of black gas, constantly expanding, the red lines as if alive in the body, Meng Po dragged the bowl with one hand, and pulled out an emerald willow branch from Zhong Kui's waist with the other hand, swept through the bowl, the branches and leaves were contaminated with soup, as if the willow nectar was scattered into the black gas, and instantly turned into a clear rain to wash it away, Zhong Kui did not close his mouth, and a ball of charcoal black flame poured out of his abdomen, rushed through the black gas, bathed in nectar, and turned into countless behemoths with green faces and fangs。

At the same time, in the face of the two Lichen peak monks, Rao is Mo Xiuyuan did not dare to be careless, two fingers and in front of him from the center of the eyebrows, a little cinnabar oozed red from under the skin, like an eye, in an instant, Mo Xiuyuan's body was radiant, like a god like a fairy, the holy breath flowing out of the body was like a spring breeze, Ling Tian Palace's great divine light technique can break all the evil in the world, purify the world, a bright light at the center of the eyebrows is close to the sky, the divine light is through the sky, gathering the minds of believers in Kyushu, stepping sacred, but the brilliance is only a hundred zhang to the sky and is scattered by the strange aura that envelops the city house。

"It's useless, this place has been connected to the underworld, I know that you have a little cinnabar, you can't break through the dead air, even if you come to the world, it's useless. Zhong Kui whined, and it wasn't until the last cloud of black qi gushed out of his stomach that he finally closed his bloody mouth, grinned and sneered, shook the explosive wooden sword in his hand, and said, "From the moment you came in, this is no longer Kyoto, Mo Xiuyuan, you should die, Ling Tiangong should also die." ”

"Shake the Demon. Mo Xiuyuan didn't answer, and inserted the sword in his hand into the roof tile, only to see layers of holy halo spreading from the end of the sword, like a spell outlined in the void, the ghost tide surged, but it hit the space in front of him, there was an invisible wall of qi across Mo Xiuyuan's side, and those evil ghosts were still one after another, and the violent force even squeezed the evil ghosts at the forefront into meat sauce, and the blood splattered in mid-air, like a dye splashed on the paper lingering.

Zhong Kui suddenly swept up, put the wooden sword behind his back, and rampaged among the ghosts, the bright fire rose from under his beard, and in an instant the whole person was surrounded by flames, burning out a heavenly fire channel, his right hand made a fist, and a more terrifying temperature came out of the flames, as if even the flames wrapped outside were swallowed together, turning into a fire meteor and slamming into the invisible qi wall in front of him, the force directly penetrated the wall and fell on the beam behind it, and the entire house was burned in an instant, and a circle of fire spread along the place where Zhong Kui fell into the fist, burning into a fireball with a diameter of ten zhang in the void, and a force fell ten harmony, burned out Mo Xiuyuan's demon suppression talisman.

At the moment when the flame was extinguished, a sword light dozens of zhang long swung straight down, but the house of the light blade that came into contact with it melted inch by inch, the evil ghost roared, and the power of judgment burned up bursts of smoke, and the sword light unreasonably passed through Zhong Kui's body, cut off an arm and did not stop, and approached Cui Fujun in the back, Meng Po hurriedly clasped the broken bowl in her hand and wanted to smash it towards the sword light, but saw the red clothes walking forward, the book of life and death in her hand flipped quickly, countless names flashed, a slender brush quietly poked out, and the hairs of the tip of the pen were instantly stirred up by the impact of the energy, but with the wrist holding the pen suddenly turned, the hairs were twisted and full again, just on the white sword light, like flying white, dragging the sword light from the top of the head, the sword light suddenly soft like a scarf, condensed into a white dye moistened in the brush, Cui Fujun's wrist turned faster and faster, like a pole in the river, and finally the book of life and death stopped at a blank page, the pen was also full of polish, lifting the pen and writing, free and easy, but the white paper and white pen, after all, nothing was left.

"You're not one of the people here. Cui Fujun closed the book and spoke, the red robe was even brighter than the big red robe of Ling Tiangong, as if it was dyed with blood, he looked at the holy aura with interest and gradually dissipated, but highlighted the cold son of the Heavenly Dao, the two diametrically opposed breaths, like a different person, it was not curious or afraid, the last sword he always felt that it was not from the other party's hand, but it was indeed the sword that the other party danced, otherwise Zhong Kui was not as simple as breaking an arm.

"You are much stronger than the two who took the book of good and evil. Mo Xiuyuan, whose eyebrows seemed to be open, sneered.

"That's nature. Cui Fujun said proudly, the four divisions of Yin Cao, even if the other three divisions are added together, may not be better than him one of the Yin Law Division.

Mo Xiuyuan's eyes gradually crawled out of inexplicable madness, and even Qicai in the distance suddenly turned his head, his brows furrowed, and the young master in front of him finally became more and more unfamiliar.

"Then you should taste better. The scarlet tongue licked the corners of the mouth, and all beings have two blades, and people are not.