"If the avenue is not observed, the Buddha will not judge.

The good die in vain, and the wicked get free. ”

While listening to the verdict and staring at the Soul Slayer Sword in her hand, Jing Xi was a little dumbfounded. He is a Buddhist cultivator, and it is common for him to recite sutras excessively, what is the situation now? Does this voice mean that he wants to disperse the ghosts of the evil ones?

Feeling the strong malice coming from the bustling ghost in front of him, he believed the judgment of the voice for seven points. However, isn't this more suitable for the benefactor to do?

I couldn't figure out who the voice was chosen, and I didn't know where Gu Xizhan was right now, Jing Xi shook her head, sighed, and put the sword down.

"Death in vain is all for this life, good and evil can determine the next life. ”

"Amitabha. He opened his mouth and drank a breath sound, and the golden light around him was vibrating, parting the blood and water, and paving a golden road in the sea of blood that could only accommodate one person.

A ghost stepped on the golden road in a daze, without the slightest pain, which calmed its expression, and then walked forward involuntarily along the golden road.

At the other end of the golden road, Jing Xi sat on the ground, with a water mirror in front of him, which could illuminate the yin soul in this life, he looked at the content on the water mirror, and said a lotus flower, "Bullying a wife, harming people's lives, and having no remorse, should be a pawn!" (refer to "Eighteen Mud Plough Sutras")

Words and spirits judge the aftermath.

As soon as the words fell, the ghost was dragged to a huge fire pit that appeared out of thin air, and a hammer fell from the sky, smashing it, and after a weak wail like being choked by the throat, only the sound of intermittent flesh and bone shattering remained.

Jingxi's face remained unchanged, and another yin spirit stepped on the golden road......

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"Whew-" The tongue of fire jumped up, bursting a little bit of sparks, Gu Xizhan was stunned, she stood on the edge of the sea of blood, raised her sword, and split the sea of blood with a sword, and then the aura became a rope, pulling out the exposed few ghosts.

The scope of influence of this formation is not large. Sure enough, out of the formation, the aura on the bodies of several yin spirits slowly calmed down, and their figures gradually blurred.

Gu Xizhan nodded at a few ghosts that were already looming, "Go ahead." Hearing this, the ghosts thanked her and disappeared completely.

The nun had been paying attention to their aura, and when she saw that the aura had completely disappeared and had not encountered any barrier, she was sure that this was feasible, and she held her sword and turned around again.

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“…… When you enter Wuluo!" Jingxi's face was pale, there was a little blood foam on his mouth and nose, and he used a lot of words and spirits, and finally received a backlash, he thought with some bitterness, Amitabha, if Gu Shizhu is here, it will save a lot of trouble with a sword.

It's a pity that the reality is that he can only come by himself. Swallowing the fishy sweetness in his throat, he opened his eyes and looked at the empty golden road, gone.

In the sea of blood, the ghosts rolled and howled, but they were all outside the golden road.

This voice really hurt him. Thinking so, he stood up.

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Out of reach. Gu Xizhan twisted his eyebrows and looked at the empty sea of blood at the end of the road, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, like an unformed wry smile.

In the end, she pursed her lips again, held her sword, and walked towards the sea of blood step by step, and the yin spirit that could be pulled up by standing on the shore, she had already finished pulling.

For the rest, her kendo attainments are not high enough to split a longer opening without hurting the Yin Soul a point, so if you want to continue, you can either wait for the Yin Spirit to wander as far as she can, or go into the sea of blood.

The blood water of the "Zizi ......" collided with the spiritual power cover, emitting a steady stream of fine buzzing, countless corpse hands slapped the spiritual power cover, and from time to time there were corpses with their mouths wide open and bitten up with their sharp teeth.

Gu Xizhan parted the flames, stepped on the bones, and slowly went deep into it with the waves of the sea of blood.

There was blood in her eyes, and there was a flash of sword light in her eyes, "Bang!" The blood waves were monstrous, and in the blood, the female cultivator stretched out her hand to the yin soul who was struggling in pain in the flames.

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"Pong...... "......In the sea of blood, there is a golden light that grows into a cover, and the Buddha is cultivated in it. He didn't seem to feel the greasy and soft touch of his body, nor did he see countless ghosts surrounding the cover, hitting the cover again and again, and the expression on his face was full of madness that wanted to eat its flesh and blood.

He only stared at the water mirror in front of him, and the ghost that slowly came from the other side of the golden road.

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"Wow-" The blood wave was separated and smashed down in all directions, revealing the figure below, and suddenly, a thin blood line drilled into the gap in the spiritual power cover, and rubbed half a blood mark on the side of the female cultivator's waist, and before it could go deeper, it was grabbed by a slender hand.

The five fingers suddenly closed, crushing the blood line, Gu Xizhan sealed the meridians on the side of his waist, and his index finger brushed along the wound, forcing out the yin and evil qi before he exhaled gently.

She casually brushed the strands of hair stuck to her face, and then reached out to the ghost.

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"Huhu ......" Jingxi was a little panting, he covered his mouth and nose with his hands, blood dripping between his fingers, and the surrounding yin spirits became even more crazy after feeling the fresh blood. After a long time, he put down his hand, casually treated the wound, straightened the somewhat tattered monk's robes, and continued to break the aftermath.

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Red and black blood gushed out of the wound, leaving a few red marks on the arm, and finally fell "ticking" from the fingertips into the sea of blood.

Gu Xizhan's description at this time was a little miserable, a long wound stretched from her left shoulder to her lower back, the clothes on her back were stained scarlet with blood, and there were unextinguished red and black flames burning on the wound.

In addition, her whole body was covered with large and small cuts, her clothes were tattered, and her face was bloodless. By this time, she had already walked to the side of the volcano.

Gu Xizhan held the hilt of the sword tightly, her waist was tense, and in the wound on her back, Zimang jumped to drive the yin fire out, and when the last trace of fire was extinguished, she slowly relaxed.

The scorching heat of the yin fire brought a pain like crushing the spine and sucking the bone marrow, which went straight to the soul, and now, that pain was finally gone.

She moved her waist, blood beads spilled from her back, fell into the yin fire and were burned clean, the female cultivator raised her sword to split the side of the volcano, grabbed the fallen yin spirit, and slowly walked towards the blood sea.

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The sea of blood had quieted down, the volcano was much shorter, and even a little quiet, Jing Xi didn't pay attention to the dried blood stains on his mouth and nose, he looked at the other side of the golden road with a peaceful smile on his face.

There, alone, stood a figure.

That is the last ghost in this sea of blood.

After a long time, it tentatively walked towards the other party under the compassionate smile of the Buddha's cultivation, wandering step by step, panicked and uneasy.

Jing Xi didn't have the slightest impatience, he kept looking at the Yin Spirit, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, and there was encouragement in his eyes. His expression soothed the ghost, and it finally let go of its uneasiness and slowly walked over to the water mirror.

As before, Jing Xi looked at the water mirror, but let out a low "Huh?", and he once again focused on the Yin Spirit, which was obviously much calmer than the others, and smiled in his words.

"Self-denial and dedication, good words and deeds...... Great goodness. If you don't go into the mud plow, you deserve to be reincarnated. ”

As soon as the words fell, a golden light fell from the sky and shone on the Yin Soul, and in an instant, the sea of blood dried up and the Yin Fire was extinguished.

Jing Xi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly complained in her heart, Amitabha, I don't know who made this play, but he actually left a hand, fortunately it was not Gu Shizhu who came here, otherwise it would be difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and it would be difficult to determine cause and effect, which would be bad.

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The sword light was as clear as autumn water, and the snow-bright blade slashed towards the volcano, and after a few times, the fire gradually went out, and the sea of blood was opened by the sword qi, and at the end of that mouth, there was a kneeling figure.

The corpse was a prison, trapping it in a square inch, the yin fire was a chain, one end locked its limbs, and finally it circled around its neck, and then went deep into the corpse, the chain of yin fire was extremely short, so it had to kneel there with its face tightly against the corpse, in an extremely humiliating position.

Countless corpse hands were attached to it, and Gu Xizhan could see that there was a thin black flowing into the corpse hands, and every time it flowed away, the figure would tremble slightly, and then dim a little.

This is the place where the aura fluctuates most fiercely in the entire sea of blood, and Gu Xizhan can feel an inexplicable force that spreads from here to all directions, supporting the entire formation.

This formation is based on it as the source to operate, but after so many years, it has not dissipated...... The corners of Gu Xizhan's eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart. With a low sigh, the sword qi did not hesitate to shatter the corpse hand and the chain of fire.

She squinted her eyes and faintly saw that there was a black line in the other party's heart.

That's right. With a flash of cold light, the long sword cut through the invisible black line, and the figure was shocked, and finally slowly sat up straight.

It was an extremely handsome face, with high green silk, black eyebrows, like a peach blossom with ink in its eyes, a tear mole under the eyes showed its grace, thin lips were gently hooked, and a faint smile seemed to be nothing.

When it looked at it, its voice was like a broken jade, and it smiled, and it asked, "Is it worth it?" Is it worth it to use the sword to save the soul, even at the expense of digging it out from under the volcano?

Her pupils shrank, and the embarrassed female cultivator clenched the hilt of her sword violently, the emotions rolling in her chest almost choked out, and after a long time, she felt a faint fishy smell in her mouth, so she tried her best to restrain herself and slowly spoke, "You shouldn't ask me." ”

Don't you think it's worth it, and why bother asking her?

Hearing this, the other party laughed again, and there was a little more surprise in his tone, "Little girl, you are also a disciple of Ling Xiao?"

Gu Xizhan lowered his head slightly, and his voice revealed respect, "Heng Ming, the one hundred and seventy-fourth generation disciple of the Ling Xiao Sword Sect, has seen his predecessors. ”

"It's been one hundred and seventy-four generations...... it sighed a little and asked again, "Little girl, do you know me?"

"The younger generation was born in the Gu family. ”

"Gu's child...... Little girl, you and I are destined. ”

"Yes. Gu Xizhan's lips trembled a little, and a low breath came out of her throat, and after a few breaths, she finished the rest of the words completely.

"The younger generation got Wuyan in the Linglang Secret Realm, and got your swordsmanship inheritance in the Haoting Secret Realm. "I met you again in the Nantong Secret Realm.

In the future, when he was outside, Hengming dared to say that he had a fate with Master Xuanyou. ”