Bai Luofeng took a deep breath, frowned between his eyebrows, and the sound of ink came out of the sheath, and the black sword body without carvings gave people a feeling of being extremely thick, although it was not clumsy, it was difficult to be flexible.

Just when Mo Ming was completely presented in Yang Qinglian's eyes, the calm scenery of the wind river flowers and trees suddenly changed suddenly, the heavenly dog covered the moon, and the thunder sounded on a dry day.

"This is a great evil image!" Yang Qinglian's proud face immediately became stunned, even though he began to understand the sinister nature of this sword from Bai Luofeng's words, he never imagined that the evil qi that soared into the sky could be filled with a horizontal vision.

Bai Luofeng, who was inseparable from the black qi, had no time to take care of Yang Qinglian's safety, and Mo Ming, who had been freed from the shackles, was like a newly released extremely evil person who had found the object of catharsis, and immediately divided into several streams and poured into his seven orifices.

As an ordinary person, Yang Qinglian has seen the scene of a cultivator's life hanging by a thread, and he hurriedly wandered left and right and stomped his feet, and the black qi of the airway coiled Bai Luofeng's arm, like a group of snakes hanging corpses.

As the squirming of the black gas became more and more violent, the surrounding environment was chaotic, all the tea cups on the table were smashed to the ground, the scratched window sashes were flipped in the storm with only the last few traces of involvement, the wind swept the whole room, scattered the books on the shelves, the candles were extinguished, the lamp oil dripped and fell on the desk, and the dead leaves that were slowly falling were comparable to bee swarms in an instant, flooding the roots of the trees exposed to the ground in groups.

Strands of black gas gradually diffused into mist, enveloping Bai Luofeng's whole person, he had a headache, he felt that there was no way forward, he stopped in place and waited for the darkness to corrode, obviously a few moments later, but he felt like he was in a coma in the spring and autumn, and there seemed to be a demon hand trying to pull something out of his body on the heavenly spirit cover.

He closed his eyes and wanted to get out of the illusion, but he suddenly felt that the past scenes on his eyelids were re-enacted-the white fox wheezing in the Demon Suppression Tower, the embarrassed self who fled for his life, the master who died tragically under the Ten Thousand Evil Cliffs, the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers that was full of blood, and the blind Nalan Wind on the Extreme Sky Peak...

"No matter how many lives pass, you can't save her, you can only rely on her to intercede and survive in the world..."

"I can't even go up to the Gangzhi Concept, I still want to take revenge, find a quiet place and wait for death..."

"Blood without a trace is so confused that I didn't expect to die that I had collected a waste, chirp..."

"Nalan Zhifeng has hated you all his life, but you used the evil sword to blind him..."

"It's all your fault that you're a fool, and no one was saved on the night of the destruction of Wanhua Valley..."

"You are the plague god, and no one will have a good time with you!"

......

"I'm not... You're wrong... I don't listen... You are all lying..."Bai Luofeng knelt down weakly, desperately covering his ears to block out the voice of complaint in his head, his head slammed on the ground, blood and tears mixed with spilled out of the cracks, and settled on his face into the dirt along the corners of his eyes.

He curled up in a dejected grip on the back of his head, and finally tried his best to compromise and echo the blame that echoed around him: "I'm sorry... I really don't want to... Master... Yun'er..."

"Luo Feng...", accompanied by a hoarse voice, the surroundings suddenly fell into silence, Bai Luofeng raised the head buried under his hand, and saw a pair of shoes appear in front of his eyes: "Luo Feng, raise your head! Raise your head for the old man! My bloodless apprentice is not allowed to kneel anyone!"

"Division... Master..."Bai Luofeng looked up at the old man who stood proudly, not angry and arrogant, as if he had returned to the bottom of the former Ten Thousand Evil Cliffs, he seemed to have found a child snuggling, hugged his bloody legs and cried: "Master, I don't want to leave yours behind... I want to take you out of the valley with me..."

"Nonsense!" The old man was furious: "When did the teacher blame you, crying and crying, do you want me to die without turning a blind eye?!"

"But... Master..."

"What are you doing so much?" Blood Traceless lowered his tone and sighed: "I'm afraid that you stupid boy won't be able to think about it, and you will become a demon on the road of cultivation in the future, so I can't rest assured, and I can leave some residual knowledge with the help of the ability to seal the soul of the evil and seal it..."

"Luo Feng, the master regards human life as a mustard all his life, and never expects that one day the bones will be buried..."The cold-blooded and sharp eyes of the old man before his death gradually emerged kindness: "Seeking such a affectionate and righteous apprentice, it is the heavens that treat me well, you don't have to be ashamed, don't listen to the slander of the ghosts in the sword, you have to remember: the most regrettable thing in this life is to rescue you from the cliff of ten thousand evils." ”

The old man seemed to have been waiting for this day for a long time, his body gradually dissipated and hazy, and he smiled with relief: "You are a human being, why give way to fleshless weapons?

Bai Luofeng watched the old man pass away again in a daze, and after a long time, he respectfully kowtowed and thanked him and saw him off.

At the moment when the afterimage disappeared completely, the ridicule around them returned to their original rampant, and Bai Luofeng finally understood why at that time, the blood without a trace said that only the golden Buddha or the ruthless and unrighteous demon who had truly eliminated the seven emotions and six desires in the world could control the ravages of Mo Ming.

He stood up with his thighs on his hands, and the noisy and annoying toying stopped, and the surrounding dark curtain gathered together like worms, forming a dense crowd to surround Bai Luofeng in the center, and each figure was like a living dead who had lost their sense of self, shaking their heads and walking towards him.

"I won't die, but the Meng Po soup on the bridge has never made me forget her appearance, how can a dream of a thousand years be shattered by you!" Bai Luofeng clenched his fists, still surrounded by a group of demons, when he was determined to die, he walked towards the cold wave, but saw that the previously congested shadow stream automatically opened a sunny avenue for him.

"I didn't expect the charm of the Seven Tricks to not let him be trapped by the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, and annihilate himself!" There was a heavy snort from all directions, and many powerful ghosts hidden in the body of the Ink Sword were unwilling to say: "For thousands of years, for the first time, someone has not abandoned human nature to resist and give up..."

"Hey, there's always a chance... As long as one day he has no attachment to the world and can't keep the soul of man, then it will be the time for us to take the throne..."

The noise gradually faded away, Bai Luofeng seemed to be like a spring breeze, thousands of years ago, the vicissitudes of life of the fierce sword heirs of the past generations did not know, in the turbulent years, the victory of evil has an extra sword heart:

There is affection and heart, and the dust is exhausted, and only the knowledge is the only way to read the law.

At the same time, Yang Qinglian's heart had already mentioned that the unprovoked thunderstorms in the outside world were combined, and the dense dark clouds formed a whirlpool in the sky with an unstoppable momentum, and then began to spiral down, turning into a huge tornado in the blink of an eye, penetrating the heavens and the earth and descending on the world.

"Luofeng, Luofeng!" Yang Qinglian pressed his crown and hat, and the air in his robe was lifted upward, and he looked back at the approaching tornado, and shouted at Bai Luofeng, hoping that he could get out of danger as soon as possible and turn the crisis into safety.

Just when he wanted to reach out into the black mist and pull Bai Luofeng into the house, a dazzling vermilion light illuminated the entire courtyard, Yang Qinglian hurriedly stopped his movements, and the ink that was first revealed seemed to shed dead skin at this time, and the surface of the originally black sword body suddenly turned into a black shell and collapsed.

Yang Qinglian found that once upon a time, the danger in the sky had changed: the endless long clouds in the west seemed to be a black dragon churning, and the fire under the claws burned the clouds.