"Who is it?"

It seems to be a question of such a move, even if the head of the dream is not asked, everyone present knows that the monk outside the door is the one who has been sitting at the city gate for many days. It's just that the two sides who have never been in contact still need a gap to understand each other, and the arrival of the monk also interrupted the tense atmosphere in the room, after all, externally, they have always been one and one red crown seven yuan.

"Who was I before I was born, and who I was when I was born. Who is it when you come and you are happy and sad when you go, and who is it with tears and hazy?"

The voice of the Zen machine is not a response, but a question of the self of the comer, and the monk who does not know how to reach the tiger's den seems to be still immersed in his own world: "The value of names is not in remembering, but in the meaning of each other, Bodhi Changji told me that you need to know my name, and the blue bird is looking for the dragon!"

I have never heard of the name, nor is it like the monk's name, when the sword bell of the dream rang, the figure suddenly became misty, and in the clear bell instantly brought out a series of afterimages to kill, but I saw a few long sword scabbards on the back of the dragon on the back of the Bodhi, and then a few drops of water scattered from the red Bodhi leaves, bit by bit on a remnant, and in an instant, the remnants of the dream were shattered and forced out of the prototype.

"Bell~~~"

"Let go!"

The Bodhi who finally came out of the sheath was a few long, only a little sharp, and the one-handed Buddhist monk only sighed, and the bell was shattered, and the illusion was shattered. But under the ochre-colored hood of the dragon, a pair of bright eyes were as clear as a secluded spring, and it seemed to be like a mirror, reflecting the truth in the charming ringtone.

"The Blue Bird is in Search of the Dragon, a name I've never heard before!What is the matter of finding the Red Crown Border City?"

The brass bell and sword blade embedded in the ground represent that the dream has been defeated by Long Zhen, and the strong man is undoubtedly worthy of respect, at least the tone of the Xuzi questioning has been much more polite.

"The god of heaven and territory is the grace of the gods, originally I just heard that the red crown red king participated in the siege of the god of faun, and I came by the way~"

The unhurried words were polite and courteous from Long Zhen's mouth, but the Buddha ceremony posed with one hand has never been put down, and the Bodhi Kaifeng standing in front of him does not hide that cold light.

The tense atmosphere at first seemed to ripple with Long Zhen's words, but the ghost Fang Chiming, who was the person concerned, was slightly closed at this time, and under the thick eyebrows like red flames, a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes only showed a trace of half a wisp of light, half leaning on the back of the chair and half touching his cheeks, and only a hand caressing the long knife, indicating that he was not asleep.

"So, you're really here for the Faun?"

The invisible fierce light is fleeting, but even the wind is a little hot under the deep sound of the ghost Fang's red life, as the so-called Guan Gong does not open his eyes, he wants to kill when he opens his eyes, and the squinting ghost Fang's red life at this time is ready to attack in this way, once he makes a move, it will inevitably be a blow to the earth and even to your death.

"Irritable sounds can be deaf and deaf, and blockages can be ignored, but kindness is the cause and effect in the heart, and it has to be returned. ”

Before the words fell, the ghost Fang opened his eyes in an instant, and the coercive pressure that rose up in an instant forced the rest of the seven yuan people to retreat step by step, but this was not only because the ghost Fang's red life cultivation was boundless, but also because he was incomplete in his body and had already burst out with all his strength at this moment, as long as Long Zhen could block a maximum of three swords, he would not attack himself.

"Creation of the Gods: Heavenly Cry!"

In a moment, the ice and snow froze between heaven and earth, and the martial arts creation chapter from Xia Bodhi Longxia did not know how many times it shone in the hands of his brother Long Zhen, so the wind stopped, the knife stopped, and the stagnant action was only unaffected by Bodhi. Then, I only heard that the ghost Fang Chiming suddenly howled angrily like a roaring wave, and the arrogance burned the ice and snow around him, but the footsteps that could be frozen by the sky weeping had offset the raging momentum accumulated by the ghost Fang's red life before, and then I saw Bodhi Chang a few times to restrain a thought, and the dragon Buddha ceremony was changed to a sword fight:

"Bodhi One Thought: The Killing of Crossing Life!"

In the face of the enemy, Oni Fang Chi Ming would never give up easily, but whether it was the loss of his body caused by being imprisoned in the deep brain by the King of Hades for a long time, or the defeat he swallowed in the Dao Realm as soon as he left the pass, he suffered a heavy burden. So much so that at this moment, although the ghost Fang Chi Ming had the intention to kill the enemy, he was short of the foundation, and the encounter between the ghost Fang Red Blood Slash and Bodhi Changji was only a short time, and then Bodhi passed through his chest, and the Ghost Fang Ba slash fell to the ground.

"Wow! Why don't you kill me!"

A mouthful of old blood gushed out, and the already red ghost Fang Chi Ming was quite inconspicuous, but what made him even more angry than this was that he was actually spared, and Bodhi Chang consciously avoided his heart, which really made him feel despised.

"Fate is always like this, unfathomable, yet subtle. It's like when I came here just to repay my gratitude, but now I'm looking for an opportunity, an answer.

Hatred is the most tormenting of human nature, and now I must follow the fragments of my memories to piece together the whole picture of my memories, solve my doubts, and gain new strength for life. ”

In an unhurried tone, Long Zhen gently pulled out the sword blade inserted in the chest of the ghost fang's red life, and Ren Shoumeng helped him to glare at him angrily, not lingering at all. With the sound of Bodhi re-entering the sheath, Long Zhen swept the faces of the red crown and several people, although his feelings told him that these people had a lot of fate with him, but the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and it was also the time to leave.

"If the scene you see when you close your eyes is not a dream, what is it? Is it the most cruel image of the human heart? Or, is it an excuse that you can't afford to indulge? Because you are already sinking, you are sunken, so you can't find any medicine, because you have sunk into the quagmire, so you can't help it, and there is no cure, so sinking into the quagmire is the only prospect? How can you open your eyes and get rid of the nightmare~"

The deep tone, as if immersed in the murmur in his heart, the back under the hood Yu Yu walked alone but no one dared to stop him, only the ghost Fang in the arms of the head of the dream was confused, as if he was in a trance, and from time to time he was muttering "You are my person in life, and my ghost is also my ghost in death~~"