In this strange space, if you look down from the sky, you can see the houses and buildings that stretch to the horizon, but only the middle road leads directly to the city gate, but in comparison, the whole city house is more like outside, and a city gate locks this abandoned and gloomy world.

The ghost tide emerged, from the edge of the sky to form a line towards the city gate, the place passed was instantly razed to the ground, as if a pen stained with ink on a painting one by one, has covered half of the paper, suddenly a white light through the scroll, pierced into the black ink pool, suddenly exploded a large blank, unstoppable cut off the long line, but the vacancy was soon filled by the black wave, as if to drown the world in the black tide, Su Wen once again opened the bow and arrow, the white arrow flew high, drew a full half-arc, quickly fell to the ground, turned into a stubborn stone into the surface of the pool, stirred up several zhang waves, but only let the earth reappear for a moment, it was covered again, and the ghost face in the void laughed wildly.

"There are a few Xu Muzi in this world, Su asked, who can still save you today. ”

"Wow. ”

The sound of arrows responded, Su Wen shot two arrows in a row, breaking a moat before the ghost tide, the two thin long arrows were separated by a hundred zhang, obviously empty, but at the moment when the ghost tide rushed closer, it was cut into two pieces by an inexplicable force, as if a group of loose horses suddenly tripped over a horizontal rope, and were trampled into meat sauce by the iron hooves that surged behind them.

Li Zaixin broke the knife in his hand, seven corpses that had turned into ashes were lying in front of him, no more words, the close-fitting armor had long been torn, the knife edge was clear, he didn't dodge each knife, it was firmly on his body, his long hair was soaked in blood, he looked at the body that was gradually staring in the void, before he needed to do another thing.

"Cui Jue, don't try, I'm sure it's him, both of them are Mo Xiuyuan. Li took off the armor as he walked, and the white clothes under it could no longer see its original color.

Mo Xiuyuan, who had a black aura in his body, looked at the other party with contempt, the swords of all beings in his hands hummed, this feeling has not been passed for a long time, he has been sealed in the darkness since the second time he lit cinnabar, he is the heavenly way that Ling Tiangong walks in the world, and he is also the brightest and most holy person in this world, but as long as there is light, there will be a shadow, no one is perfect, Mo Xiuyuan is still a human, the sage said that human nature is evil, so he needs to practice, Ling Tiangong wants to be perfect, but he never thinks so, because he will hurt his teeth when he eats sugar, there is no perfect person in this world, why bother to continue to hide, just deceive yourself, since there are too many people who want to see it, then let you see it clearly。

"My cultivation is not enough, and I can't control my state of mind. Mo Xiuyuan said in a deep voice, as long as I think of the scene in the dream, there is endless hatred from my heart, why sacrifice me to save others, even if I can save tens of millions, but I still don't want to, there is nothing more despair than everyone wants you to die, this is very despicable, with unwarranted morality and righteousness, buy cheap lives, but you can't refuse, the Buddha said I don't go to hell who goes to hell, but I'm not a Buddha yet, I still need to practice.

"I can save more people, so I can't die here, so please die here. Mo Xiuyuan began to rush forward, the luster of the swords of all beings gradually receded, and the black aura was swirling, even in this group of ghosts and dancing in the world, it still stood out, the momentum of the sword blade was like a hundred zhang long whip swinging in the air, Zhong Kui, who had cut off one arm, held a fried wooden sword, and there were words in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed in the space in front of him, like a rune spreading from the chains to the sky

It turned into a demon-slaying net, separating the sword qi on the other side of the firmament.

Meng Po raised the broken bowl in his hand, a drop of crystal tears dripped into the soup, the original old face was visible to the naked eye to turn back time, the shriveled body is also more and more plump, it is rumored that Meng Po was a beautiful young woman before the Yu Dynasty, her husband died in the war, after hearing the news, Meng Po cried silently, tears flowed into a river, tears turned into a Lethe River water into the Yin Cao, she saw the dead husband by boat, the husband and wife met, recited the oath of never separation, but the yin and yang are separated, the husband does not enter the reincarnation can only be tortured forever in the Lethe River, the husband can not bear to suffer Meng Po with his own tears into a bowl of soup, the other party drank the previous life forgotten, only to look back and smile, reincarnatedFrom then on, she stayed on the Lechuan River, watching that person reincarnate again and again, drinking Meng Po soup, even though she wanted to ask you thousands of times Do you remember me?

The water of the Lechuan River gushed out from the broken bowl, and in an instant, a three-hundred-zhang netherworld river hung high in the air, and the river water fell on the top of Mo Xiuyuan's head, and countless lonely souls and wild ghosts who did not want to forget the past wailed and hissed, but they could not escape the bite of the ghost fish poisonous insects in the river, Yin Cao was immortal and indestructible, just to leave a memory to endure thousands of years of pain, mortals are equally powerful, because there is an obsession in the heart, how much can you save Mo Xiuyuan.

The Lechuan River is on top, the essence blood rune net is in front, Mo Xiuyuan dragged his palm into the air, the power of Qianjun penetrated through his body through the ground, the earth split, and the blood-colored net restrained it in it, the slender judge pen pierced through the air, and the hairs of the tip of the pen were just on the cinnabar on Mo Xiuyuan's eyebrows, and suddenly the flames rose, and the hairs were scorched black, Cui Fujun was unmoved, and the pen continued to move forward, as if to pierce the other party's brain.

"Come out for me. ”

Cui Jue sighed, the pen was pulled out suddenly, the hairs of the tip of the pen were connected with thousands of blood lines from the center of Mo Xiuyuan's eyebrows, and at the end of the blood line, a hideous roaring face entangled Mo Xiuyuan, just at the moment when it was about to be peeled off, the sword of all beings suddenly rotated, stirring the blood-colored net into inch pieces, Mo Xiuyuan raised his head and drank angrily, and the water of the Qianjun Lechuan River rushed down, Cui Jue hurriedly disconnected the blood in front of the pen and retreated, and the three-hundred-zhang long Lechuan River was drunk by Mo Xiuyuan's head, and a more and more majestic Hongmeng Qi Python rose to the sky behind him, went straight to the ghost body on the sky, winding and meandering, and stood up behind him, as if the Buddha King Kong was holding a Jiao。

"Li Zaixin, you didn't expect Mo Xiuyuan to communicate with Yin Cao!"

Li Zaixin's footsteps moved, stopping in front of Mo Xiuyuan between breaths, one palm stroked the top, the immortal stroked my top, the knotted hair was immortalized, the yin Cao pressed the top, the thought was broken, the palm was suppressed, and the restless black qi became extremely well-behaved in front of Li Zaixin, and the ghost Jiao that coiled out was pulled back.

"The Book of Life and Death. ”

Li Zaixin raised his hand and grabbed it, the book in Cui Jue's hand quickly flew out, fell into his hand, the pages flew, and the surname of the Zhao family changed rapidly, His Majesty Zhao Chuan in the Southern Tang Dynasty, Zhao Feifei, the head of the school, Zhao Qiansun, the vice president of the Hengyuan, and Zhao Wuxie, the fourth prince, finally Li Zaixin's gaze stayed on the last name.

"Zhao Wuyuan. ”

"Start writing. ”

Cui Jue hurriedly poked out the judge's pen, the tip of the pen was already charred black, and without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly stabbed the pen into his chest, and blood spurted out

When he took it out again, the tip of the pen was a little heavier on the name with a trace of flesh and blood.

The rich power of cause and effect instantly penetrated the chaotic firmament, turned into countless sharp blades and pierced into Mo Xiuyuan's body, in an instant, layers of afterimages rushed out of Mo Xiuyuan's body, his face was hideous, but he disappeared before he took ten steps, and Qicai in the distance saw this scene with a touch of relaxation in his expression, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his mouth, looked at Su Wen, who was already out of strength, and quietly retreated under his feet, disappearing into the darkness.

"Click. ”

The crisp sound continued to sound from Mo Xiuyuan's body, like a broken shackle, and the black gas that diffused out faded with the layers of falling off afterimages, Mo Xiuyuan's face gradually changed from fierce to calm, and finally it was like a god and Buddha-like peace, the point of cinnabar at the center of the eyebrows emerged, becoming more and more rounded, with the last trace of black gas detached from his body, the whole person was full of light, the golden body of Buddhism, and all impurities could be removed to cultivate into an incorruptible body, Mo Xiuyuan was like a piece of red gold, after thousands of tempering, the impurities in it were forced out, but it was never able to retreat from the darkness hidden in the deepest depths, because that was him, but today he died, and finally achieved the perfect Mo Xiuyuan。

"Poof. ”

Cui Jue suddenly spurted dirty blood from his mouth, and there was constantly dirty blood gushing out of the seven orifices, and the skin on his palms was rotting inch by inch, even if he didn't confuse his cultivation, it was difficult to stop it, and the breath of decay and corruption continued to emanate from his body, and the weight of his body that could no longer support his withered legs broke suddenly, like a puddle of rotten meat falling to the ground.

"Cui Fujun. Zhong Kui exclaimed.

"Lee Jae-sin, you lied to me. Cui Jue used his last strength to shout angrily, and countless karmic powers poured into his body from Mo Xiuyuan's body, but he failed to shape a golden body like Mo Xiuyuan, but turned into a pool of foul smelling flesh and blood that could not die again.

Zhong Kui and Meng Po glanced at each other, and hurriedly fled into the distance, Li Zaixin did not stop him, standing beside Mo Xiuyuan, the blooming light wrapped him, countless yin and evil breaths were forced out of the body by the light, and the miserable white face finally returned to a trace of blood, Li Zaixin raised his eyes to look at the restless ghost face of the void, and smiled gloomily.

"Lee Jae-sin, you, what have you done. Ghostface rebuked.

Li Zaixin stood against the wind, and the long hair that blew up was free and natural, "If you want an immortal, I'll give you one, but if you can't catch it, it depends on your ability." ”

"If you look for death, no one will be able to leave today. The ghost face was furious, and the one-armed smash the sky, the thick clouds reappeared, and the eight figures broke through the ground and rushed out, revealing eight god bodies in the void.

"Li Zaixin, although this barrier is isolated from the world, don't forget, this is the Yin Cao, and you are already a turtle in the urn. ”

"Don't talk too much, who is the turtle, there is the urn, you better see clearly. Li Zaixin laughed coldly, looked up, and a big hand covering the sky was suddenly pressed, and the whole space was like a pearl being grasped by that big hand.

"No matter what enchantment you have, as long as you are in Pingjing, you will all enter my realm, King Qin Guang, with the idea that a few of you old ghosts dare to beat me in vain. ”

The sound of pure sound came from the sky, like earth-shattering thunder, resounding throughout the space, Su Wen looked at the big hand holding the unknown thousands of feet, but he didn't see the person but knew the person, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly, it seems that this master has to worship if he doesn't worship.

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