Rumble!

Flames poured out of the ground and into Lee Yong-dao's body. Li Yongdao's body moved again, and he grabbed the golden Changge.

"Oh no!" Iron Gold shouted, his thick arm pulling his longbow open and firing an arrow.

An arrow was as fast as lightning, and in less than a blink of an eye, it had already hit Li Yongdao. The two sides were too close to each other, so Li Yongdao couldn't react at all, so he was hit by an arrow and pierced his body.

With a "boom", a big hole was opened in Li Yongdao's chest, and the huge arrow disappeared into the darkness and disappeared without a trace. Fragments of flaming flames shot out from behind him, and some even flew several feet away with the arrows.

One spell after another fell, however, Chang Ge swung it, and every time it hit that key point, most of the spells collapsed directly, and they failed on the spot, and a small half of the spells bombarded Li Yongdao's body, and the flames on his body were only a little dimmed, and they returned to their original state in an instant.

There are too many grievances, and they can't exhaust everyone's demonic energy with their current consumption little by little.

Seeing that, Li Yongdao's hand pressed on the head of the iron horse. Seeing that the flames were injected into the iron horse's body, the iron horse, which had become a mass of scrap iron, began to repair with the help of the flames.

Everyone was in a hurry, and rushed towards Li Yongdao in stride, trying to stop him, but it was too late.

Once the Iron Horse was repaired, Li Yongdao stepped onto the Iron Horse, and with the speed of the Iron Horse, he could easily break away from them, and then, set the whole city on fire with flames.

At this moment, Ghost Cry and Da Hei were like a ghost, quietly passing over everyone and heading straight at Li Yongdao.

Changge crossed, and the big black horse man stood up and avoided this one.

Ghost Cry stepped on the horse's back, jumped up, jumped into the air, like a big bird, and swooped down.

Li Yongdao pressed the iron horse with one hand and turned Changge with the other, hitting the ghost cry in mid-air. The Ghost Cry long knife was in his hand, raised it high above his head, but he didn't block, just turned to the side slightly, and let Changge hit his chest.

In his ears, there was a terrible scream from the Iron Armor of the Wronged Soul.

Chang Ge slashed across his chest, sparks burst out on his chest, several pieces of scale armor flew out, flames burned in Ghost Cry's narrow eyes, his body fell straight, and the long knife raised in high slashed down.

Dawn of God's Light!

The bright white flames were slashed out with a single sword, and collided with the crimson flames, devouring each other, consuming each other, and protecting the ghost cry behind them.

The long knife fell unhindered, and all objects, under the knife edge, were like tissue paper, easily split in two.

Everything is frozen.

The golden Changge, under the knife of the ghost crying, was cut into two pieces. This magic weapon that once accompanied Li Yongdao and broke into the story of Jin Ge Iron Horse that has been sung through the ages, is now broken with the end of the story.

There was a crisp sound of "clanging", and half of Jin Ge fell to the ground.

Li Yongdao's broken body was nearly half cut by the long knife in Ghost Cry's hand, penetrating his body.

The remaining half of Jin Ge was thrown to the ground by Li Yongdao, and a pair of big hands burning with flames grabbed the wrists of the ghost cry tightly.

呲呲~~!!

White smoke rises, and the smell of meat spreads.

Ghost Cry's cheeks twitched, and in his long narrow eyes, the blazing divine light did not waver for half a minute.

"Why, why, they committed such a sin, but they were able to escape!"

The flames condensed into a human face, but if you look closely, this human face is made up of countless human faces. It was the souls who died tragically that year who spoke, and they were unwilling to ask the last question.

This, Ghost Cry really knows.

"Because, O Hell, there is no mercy and no sex, there is no good or evil. Dragging you into its arms is not to see how many sins you have committed, but whether you are willing, whether you are relieved, whether you let go, let go of your obsessions, and let go of your attachment to the world!"

He looked at the crying flame face in front of him, his expression was solemn, the face of a naturally wicked person actually showed compassion, like an immortal standing in the clouds overlooking the world, and like a Buddha sitting on the lotus platform to purify all sentient beings.

Once, he couldn't do that, but now, he can. It's only because of the special circumstances that you can't get out. But the unjust souls in front of him still have a chance.

"Rest in peace, let go of all unwillingness, go in peace! When you come from the world, return to the world, turn into rain, snow and dewdrops, turn into thunder and lightning, melt into nature, listen to me, don't be sad, don't be angry, don't be resentful, let go, let go, let go, let go......"

The ghost cried and raised his head, and his mouth whispered, his demeanor as if he was chanting a Buddhist scripture. The face of the flame shattered, as if the levee had been broken by a flood, and countless sparks rose into the sky like angry fireflies, rolling up the sky.

The whole sky was dyed red. It was night, but it was like day.

The air currents are sweeping, the hem of the clothes is shaking, and a trouser belt is flying up, as if wrapped in a cloth, making the ghost cry like a fairy.

The sparks in the sky circled in the sky, and the flames in front of him gradually extinguished, and Li Yongdao's broken body shattered, turned into ashes, and walked away with the wind, leaving behind Changge broken in two and an iron horse like scrap iron.

Devil Cry lowered his hand, his sleeves had been carbonized and turned into black ash, shattered and blown away by the wind, and his wrists were badly burned, exuding the smell of flesh. However, the hand holding the long knife was still so steady.

The big mouth was enough, and he handed over the scabbard, and the ghost cried and slowly put the knife back into the sheath.

When he turned around, he saw that the masters of the Heavenly Master's Mansion were already stunned.

"Amitabha. With a Buddha call, one hand held the iron plate of the vajra shovel out of the crowd, took off the hat, revealing the bare head, the vajra shovel was heavily inserted on the ground, and then hung the hat on it, and then put his hands together: "Amitabha, I have seen the Dharma King." ”

The ghost cried and was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"Shameless monk. One person threw down the hat and cried like a ghost: "Immeasurable Tianzun, I have seen the immortal chief." ”

At this time, the ghost cried and reacted, no, I pretended to be too forced just now.

And at this time, Tie Jinjin laughed and came to relieve the siege.

"Hahahaha, you two, don't embarrass him, he's not a living Buddha, nor is he a human immortal. ”

The monk suddenly realized: "Oh, that must be from my Buddhist family." ”

Another Taoist priest shouted, "No, no, he's not bald, he has long hair, he must be from my Taoist family." ”

The monk scolded: "You stinky Taoist, where is he a Taoist, do you see that he has a Taoist bun?"

The Taoist priest also scolded: "You bald donkey, haven't you seen people's hair in their heads?"

"What's the matter with long hair, maybe it's a lay disciple. ”

"That may also be a lay disciple of my Taoism. ”

"Okay, you two, don't be embarrassed here, his name is Ghost Cry, not Tao or Buddha, but a disciple of the outer sect of Shushan. ”

"What?" the Buddha exclaimed at the same time, and then rushed to Ghost Cry.

"This donor, what's so good about Shushan, come to our Buddha Gate, I know at a glance that you have a fate with my Buddha. Not only the means are related to my Buddha, but even the name is also related to my Buddha, you see, ghosts cry ghosts cry, what my Buddhas are best at is to make ghosts cry. ”

"Roll on, this layman, there is nothing good in Shushan, and there is nothing good about Buddhism, it is better to enter our Daomen, there are many beautiful fairy sisters!"

Ghost Cry ignored these two goods, squeezed them away, and when he arrived in front of Tie Jin, he looked at Tie Jinpai suspiciously, only feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity: "Senior, you know me, where have we met?"