The snow sword flew, and the white light diffused in the hall.

It was like a heavy snowfall.

"Xiao Wu, don't ......"

Sikong Changye, who was shrouded in sword light, showed a heavy sadness in his eyes.

He whispered in his heart: "Don't ruin this illusion, don't see the real me, I don't want to mention the old things in the past, there are some things that should be forgotten or forgotten......"

Snort!

Thirty-six snow swords, such as the thirty-six blood swords, all stabbed on Sikong Changye's body.

Everyone stared at Sikong Changye, whose body was covered with snow swords, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sikong sat down on the dragon chair in a dejected manner, staring at the snow sword on his body with low eyes, shaking his head slightly, blood flowed down the dragon robe, gurgling to his feet, blurring, like red flowers blooming all over the ground.

As if he didn't want to die, he clutched the dragon chair tightly with both hands, the green tendons on the back of his hands exposed, and tried to keep his breathing.

Meng Fan and the others had already heard Duan Zhengwu say that this Sikong Long Night was just an illusion, not an ontology.

They didn't know why Sikong Changye was so afraid that this illusion would be destroyed by Duan Zheng Dance?

Do you want to maintain a dignified image when you are dying?

No wonder he once wanted to be the first person in the world that day, it turned out to be such a good face.

The fire spirit sighed slightly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes full of spirituality that was not easy for outsiders to detect.

"Don't let the real body come to see you yet!"

Duan Zhengwu raised his hand and waved, and the thirty-six long swords buzzed, flew out of Sikong Changye's body, condensed into one again, and returned to her hand, Sikong Changye supported his body, sat upright on the dragon chair again, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the ground, and the entire hall began to shake, and the rubble fell from the broken roof of the hall one after another, and then turned into flying ashes and dissipated, and then the quaint sandalwood hall beams dissipated, and the dragon golden pillar of the main hall dissipated, and the two incense burners that interested the fire spirit also dissipated......

The main hall of the palace seemed to be weathered, turned into a little dust, and quickly dispersed.

"The illusion is about to collapse, everyone be careful!"

Seeing this, Meng Fan hurriedly issued a warning, and ran to Duan Zhengwu's side with Su Pei and the others, but suddenly, it became pitch black in front of him, even if he was now a pseudo-Xuan cultivator, he couldn't see anything, and then his mind was in a trance, and an indescribable feeling of discomfort diffused in his heart.

After a long time, the vision was restored again, but the scenery in front of me changed!

Meng Fan found that they had returned to the dilapidated and depressed courtyard when he first entered the illusion realm!

What is different from before is that there is a white expanse around it, hiding an endless nothingness, as if nothing exists, only the courtyard is lonely surrounded by white nothingness.

Huo Ling gently grabbed Meng Fan's hand and said in a low voice, "This is actually really my home, and it is also Uncle Sikong's home. ”

Meng Fan shook the little hand of the fire spirit, knowing that he was finally going to see Sikong Changye's true body, standing in the courtyard with everyone, staring at the closed wooden door.

Duan Zhengwu's hand holding the sword began to tremble irrepressibly.

She could calmly face Sikong Changye's illusion, but when she was about to see his true body at this time, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Do you want to kill him again?

A woman's heart, after venting resentment, is always prone to softening.

"Squeak!"

After a long time, the tattered door slowly opened by itself.

Meng Fan looked in, the room was no longer the original decoration, empty, there was nothing, except on the ground in the middle, there was a figure sitting wrapped in soft flames, looking at the outline, it was Sikong Changye.

Meng Fan frowned, thinking back to every bit about Sikong Changye.

After the bloody battle in the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes, Sikong Changye, who was injured in the bloody battle, closed the secret realm of the Yuxian Sect, and then suffered the invasion of the heavenly fire, according to the news that Meng Fan learned from Duan Zhengwu, after Sikong Changye was severely injured by the heavenly fire, he relied on his Dan Dao attainments and survived by luck, but he became a ghost or a ghost, and he didn't expect it to be like this.

It is true that people are not people, and ghosts are not ghosts.

And the flame that wrapped his body was the Nine Heavens Divine Fire that Meng Fan was trying so hard to get!

"Xiao Wu, when I shouldn't have seen it, I still saw it, I made people, do you want to come in and sit down?"

The voice of Sikong Changye came out of the flames, sounding full of endless vicissitudes.

Duan Zhengwu didn't move, just looked at Sikong Changye in a daze, and tears couldn't stop flowing down her pretty face.

The handsome and carefree man who was full of pride turned out to be what he is now, no better than her in the sinkhole, his heart ached, he bit his soft lips and said, "Long night, why is this all necessary? Why, why did you do it in the first place, why?"

"Xiao Wu ......" Sikong Changye's voice was slightly hoarse, "I don't want you to see me, because I'm afraid that you will see me now, and I'm even more afraid that you will ask about the past, but since you are here, you should know, and you should always let you know, but after you know...... Ay...... What a wreck!"

"Say it, Long Night. Duan Zhengwu took two steps forward, and the snow sword in his hand slowly dissipated, "When you're done, you really should forget it." ”

"The Eighteen Mountains ......" When Sikong Changye spoke again, the flames on his body suddenly became vigorous, as if they contained a thick anger, "Xiao Wu, you and I both know that there is no reincarnation in the underworld, every few years, there will be an extradition of the souls, or a hundred years, or hundreds of years, as long as there is a need in the underworld, the Nine Ghosts Soul Locking Array will be opened to carry out the extradition of the souls, and the hundreds of millions of souls will be taken away, and those souls should have become food in the underworld......"

Duan Zhengwu nodded.

Meng Fan's heart trembled violently when he heard this, and he naturally knew about it.

At that time, Xiaoxi's parents, Zhuzi, Zhang Carpenter, Zhu Butcher's old father, Jia's family, the sister of the neighbor Lao Wang, and the younger brother of the village chief Sun......

These folks he knew well were all extradited!

Even Ye Xiaoxiang's father, the former head of Fengyi Palace, was extradited!

If it weren't for the old immortal Liu Zhixuan Fen's reckless obstruction of the faceless general, I am afraid that more souls would have been extradited, and in the end, in order to let the souls re-enter the reincarnation, in order to prove their own ways, the old fairy sacrificed himself into the underworld with his old body......

His belief in hard cultivation, in addition to rescuing Xiaoxi, also wanted to go to the old immortals to see if he could do a hand, even if he couldn't make those dead souls re-enter reincarnation, he had to save them!

Especially the pillar, the death of the pillar, he still feels guilty......

Unexpectedly, at this time, I heard this matter from Sikong Changye's mouth again.

Could it be that the big battle between Sikong Changye and Duan Zheng Dance in the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes has something to do with this matter?

Meng Fan stared at Sikong Changye, waiting for him to continue.

As a result, Sikong Long Night then said a horrific thing......

(End of chapter)