"Proud of the present and the ancient, the wind and thunder are angry and the waves are like torrents. Dust is like a shuttle for thousands of years. The ghost brake is back from the confinement, and the war drums shake the golden gong. Red blood sells white bones, and the world is dense.

"Yellow Springs Banpo. For obsession, go to war. Don't be afraid of ashes and kill all the Buddhas. Pointing to the sky as an oath, I am willing to become a curse and sacrifice my soul to the demons. As a sacrifice, the blood chaos long song. ”

Ji Danhuang looked at Ji Hongguang who was singing and dancing in mid-air, he was stupid, he never thought that Ji Hongguang could dance so pleasing to the eye. The movements are soothing and gentle, and there is no lack of masculinity, which is really like a frightening and graceful dragon.

In addition, the song sounded so magnificent. Although the language is pronounced in ancient Chinese in the Tang Dynasty, Ji Danhuang can't quite understand how the lyrics are sung, but after all, he has read the text version of the Sen Luo Blood Mantra, and corresponds the sentences to the song, and immediately feels a sense of arrogance that looks down on the world.

Singing and dancing steps are fused together, like a painting, a sea, a ray of sunshine, a moonlight, like the ebb and flow of the tide, the mountains and rivers, and the reincarnation of all things. This song and dance are all over the world, swallowing the sky and the earth, and it seems that the whole world has been sucked in.

At this moment, Ji Danhuang finally understood why a song and a dance could have the power to kill immortals and Buddhas. Because this is not just a song and a dance, but the whole world.

When the world collapses, how can the immortals and Buddhas survive independently without any reliance?

At this moment, Ji Danhuang finally understood why only the Senluo Blood Curse cast by Ji Hongguang had such shocking power. Because, this man's mind has been able to encompass the whole world.

With the world as a sacrifice, who can escape his pursuit!

After singing and dancing, Ji Hongguang slowly fell back to the ground, shook his wide sleeves, sat in front of Ji Danhuang, and asked with an indifferent smile: "How?"

Ji Danhuang looked at Ji Hongguang, who was close at hand. I didn't recognize who the person in front of me was for a long time, my eyes were hooked, and even the focus was messed up. However, the three people of the Imperial Spirit Hall reacted relatively much, and they were so shocked that they inhaled one by one, and they admired the magic.

Chen Huangying said: "This is not bad, it is really good, there is no murderous Sen Luo blood curse, it is simply ...... It's ...... It's just that!" I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't think of the right adjective.

At the beginning, when they first witnessed the blood curse of Senro. All I felt was a strong killing intent and the fear and despair of death, so I didn't really feel what was supposed to be contained in this Senluo Blood Curse.

At this time, Ji Hongguang, the creator of the Sen Luo Blood Curse, came to cast it, and they realized the feelings that should have been carried in it. It is the arrogance that is not weaker than others in life, the obsession that cannot be let go of the deep hatred and hatred forever, and the determination to burn the jade.

The three of them couldn't help but think about how crazy they must have been when Ji Hongguang cast this Senluo blood curse in the Battle of Huangquan Banpo back then!

Long Jin frowned slightly. Looking down at the emerald color lying in the palm of his hand, he suddenly felt the urge to cry. He felt that he seemed to be able to understand Ji Hongguang's mood a little.

Back then, when she closed her eyes in her arms. He was also heartbroken and almost crazy. That pain is also relieved by blood.

"Ahh

I don't know how long it took, Ji Danhuang finally came to his senses, and looked down to find the roast chicken in his hand. It has long been detached from his hands and fell into his pants.

Fortunately, he is not contaminated with dust now. Even if the roast chicken falls on your pants, it's okay. The roast chicken won't get dirty, and the pants won't be oily, so you can grab it and eat it.

Jiang Yushang covered her lips and smiled: "Hongguang, look, his eyes were straight just now." ”

Just now, she saw that Ji Danhuang was so shocked that even the half-chewed food in her mouth fell down with a "click", so she couldn't help but laugh secretly. And after that, Ji Danhuang's stunned appearance was even more ridiculous.

Ji Hongguang smiled: "Yes! Brother Ji's eyes are straight. Shang'er, this can only show that you have a good choreography. ”

"Huh?"

In a word, Ji Danhuang and the three of them were all stupid. Chen Huangying pointed at Jiang Yushang and stammered, "You, you, you...... Did you choreograph this dance?"

Isn't it said that the reason why Ji Hongguang wantonly slaughtered the Immortal Buddha in Huangquan Banpo back then was because Jiang Yushang was killed? When Ji Hongguang used the Senluo Blood Curse for the first time, Jiang Yushang had already died, so how could he still choreograph the Senluo Blood Curse?

Jiang Yushang nodded lightly: "Yes." When Hongguang and I had nothing to do, I entertained myself with music and dance, and the dance used in the blood spell was the last dance I choreographed. I think that Hongguang was in despair, and thought of the last dance I had choreographed for him, and when he thought of it, he improvised a poem as a spell for the blood curse of Senluo. He did this, perhaps in a way, as if I were beside him. As he spoke, he gently took Ji Hongguang's hand and looked at him with a stinting gaze.

Ji Hongguang said with a smile: "You can't hide anything." That's exactly what I thought at the time. ”

When Ji Danhuang and Yulingtang heard this, the whole person was not good. After doing it for a long time, the dance of the terrifying Senluo Blood Curse was actually the usual entertainment of the Demon Emperor and his wife!

The combination of the dance brewing in such a good time and the tragic battlefield is really embarrassing! But in this way, it also sets off Ji Hongguang's mentality when he first created this Senluo blood curse.

He started this epic battle in order to avenge his beloved wife!

Nangong Jun, Ren Bikong, and Wei Chi Xianzhang sat quietly on the side without saying a word, feeling a little uncomfortable. At this time, they saw the most real Sen Luo Blood Curse, and they invariably thought of the person who guided Ji Hongguang to use this terrifying move-Long Mengling.

The Senluo Blood Curse is still there, and the people who witnessed the decisive battle between the gods and demons are still there. But as the victor, she has already left. With the satisfaction of the final victory, she left these people who thought she was the whole world.

Thousands of years of life and death followed, and they lost her after all.

Long Muyan's expression was very flat, as if she was used to seeing it for a long time, and she didn't react at all. She quietly burned the mountain spring, took out the delicate tea set, made herself a cup of fragrant tea, and enjoyed the pleasure of death.

What I love the most is the fragrance of Qingyuan tea on this bloody battlefield.

Smelling the fragrance of tea in the cup, Long Muyan said lightly: "There is still a long distance from the destination, so hurry up and rest to hurry." Then he put down the empty teacup, and with a pair of cold and deep eyes, he turned to the other side of the wasteland.

There, there is the person she is looking for, waiting for her arrival. (To be continued......)