The Soul Emperor immediately learned the news that the Soul Realm Prince had died in the Royal Post House of Liuxuan City.

He stood in front of the temple for an hour, without any movement, without expression, without saying anything.

Finally, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a rather meaningful smile, "Order, kill." ”

He raised his hand and waved it down!

……

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is a murderous night.

In Liuxuan City tonight, the night is thicker than ever, and there seems to be murderous intent in the air.

Surrounded by the elites of the Great Administration, he went to the City Lord's Mansion and found that the Zhihui was already waiting there.

"It seems that the master doesn't have to meditate tonight, and he doesn't need to return to the soul tomorrow. ”

Zhihui glanced at the neatly lined elites inside and outside the hall, and smiled indifferently, "The king wants the minister to die, the minister, he has to die." The little monk can die, but please open the net and let go of the others in the Golden Buddha Temple. ”

The chief of affairs was in awe, and after bowing, he said, "Your Majesty, this chief will try my best to persuade you, master, please go on the road with peace of mind." He knew very well in his heart that if he did things too desperately, it was difficult to guarantee whether Zhi would resist, and with the high and advanced cultivation of Zhi Hui, if he resisted, the consequences would be very serious.

"Thank you. Zhihui nodded and sat cross-legged on the spot.

Just between breaths, his skin was covered with golden lines, which were his Dao meridians.

The golden lines seemed to contain powerful golden energy, converging in the dantian at a very fast speed, condensing into something the size of an egg and flying out and disappearing into the void.

It was a relic.

The entire hall of the City Lord's Mansion was golden at that moment, like a golden world.

In the void, there is a hidden Sanskrit sound.

The monks knelt outside the hall, some silently recited Buddhist scriptures, and some wept bitterly

After that, I saw that Zhihui's entire body began to blur until it turned into a little golden light and disappeared into heaven and earth.

The chief affairs manager sighed abruptly, and his heart was also quite touched.

After a while, when everything was calm again, the chief of affairs reached the ground, solemnly bowed, and said with emotion: "The world is filthy, and a holy monk like the master will not be stained even if he enters the mud, but he will not be able to survive, I only hope that the master can return to the west and live forever in the pure land of peace." ”

Then, the chief affairs manager turned around, listened to the cries of the monks outside the hall, frowned, and said, "Return to the soul capital overnight, and report this matter to Your Majesty as soon as possible." ”

……

A golden light came from the sky, like a shooting star.

To the naked eye, it is really just a meteor, flashing in the night sky, not worth paying attention to, just a beautiful, but not eternal scenery.

Tonight's soul world is in an uproar because of the matter of the Wisdom Society, and it is simply going to turn the sky upside down!

However, the "culprit" who caused this incident, Bai Jian, was still watching the insects in the mountains, as if for him, no matter how loud the noise outside was, it was not as deafening as the insects in the forest.

Night, wine, and swords.

Bai Shear suddenly raised his head and looked at the golden meteor in the sky, then put down the flask and got up to leave.

He didn't take the wine with him, he didn't take the night with him, he only took a long sword.

For wine and night cannot kill, only taste, and only the sword can kill.

He went here to kill someone, or ...... Kill the Buddha.

The golden meteor quietly fell into the rugged mountains and forests hundreds of miles away from Liuxuan City.

Under that ancient pine, the golden meteor slowly turned into a figure.

This is exactly what wisdom will be.

Zhihui looked in the direction of Liuxuan City and sighed softly, his eyes revealing a little complexity.

He can't die yet, because he hasn't finished what he should do in this world, so he can't return to the Western Heaven Pure Land yet, although, he has wanted to go back there for a long time.

At that moment, a white meteor streaked across the night sky.

Zhihui's eyes froze suddenly, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was undoubtedly a meteor, but he knew that it was not a meteor, but a sword qi.

"The sword qi is three thousand miles long, and the sword light is cold and shocking Buzhou. Zhihui smiled slightly, looked at the direction in which the sword qi fell, and locked his eyes in the darkness in the dense forest, "I don't know Your Excellency's name to have such an earth-shattering sword dao cultivation." ”

In the darkness, a relaxed and chic voice came: "The daimyo doesn't dare to be, he is just a retired professional killer, not enough for a master to worry about." ”

Zhihui asked, "What is the intention of Lord Bai to come here?"

"You didn't die before, but used the relics to escape, and I came here to make up for a sword, which is enough for you to return to the west. The master's words are superfluous. ”

Zhihui: "It seems that Master Bai still knows a little about the little monk. ”

Bai Jian said seriously: "I am professional, and I should understand my goal." ”

"It's just that where does the confidence of the white donor come from?"

"If I didn't have confidence in my art, I wouldn't be in this business. ”

"Yes, it seems that the white donor is very dutiful. ”

Bai Jian: "Master, in fact, you don't need to show such a face, I don't know what it means to you, but for me, your calm face at the moment is very hypocritical, you should follow your heart and show your true side." Do you remember the destruction of the painting clan in the first place?"

"You keep saying that you are the reincarnation of the gods and Buddhas, and you came to the mortal world to purify sentient beings with your memories, but I think your original intention changed very early, and you wanted to paint, so you pushed the various sects of the Divine Painting Continent to attack the painting clan. Now, you have locked your eyes on the Infinite Tomb, which must also be related to painting. ”

"Master, you've been enchanted a long time ago, haven't you?"

"I don't know what your ultimate purpose is, and I don't want to know now, because for to a dead man, any purpose is empty talk. ”

"I'm done, Master, it's time for me to kill you. ”

From the beginning to this point, Bai Jian's tone of voice was extremely serious.

Zhihui's eyes were shocked, and he suddenly slapped his palm forward.

Although he used the relics to come up with a golden cicada shell before, which caused his strength to be greatly reduced, the power of this palm is really not low.

Suddenly, the earth cracked, and there seemed to be a more Taoist charm in the air, which actually tore the night apart.

In the torn crack in the night sky, a golden light was quickly squeezed out, and it stopped in the void like a giant mountain, and it was actually a golden Buddha.

The Golden Buddha is alive, and all living beings shine.

The entire Liuxuan City was like daylight, and the light was dazzling.

In the void, it seems to sound again, forming an indescribable rhythm.

Everyone shifted their gaze to the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away from Liuxuan City, not knowing what was going on there.

The white-cut white-clothed sword, under the golden light, walked out of the bushes where he was hiding like a walk, with a few leaves hanging on his shoulders and his hair a little messy, as if he had just squatted in the bushes and pulled out of the he had come out.

"Such a strong cultivation has already entered the sanctification! Such a vision of heaven and earth is really rare. Bai Jian looked up at the golden Buddha and sighed sincerely.

Contrary to Zhihui, Bai Jian's hand does not have any vision of heaven and earth, and it will not even cause the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, because he is a killer, if he makes such a big move every time, then what kind of killer is it.

Zhihui withdrew his hand, and a string of Buddhist beads appeared on his wrist, and he chanted words in his mouth, as if he was chanting a scripture.

As soon as he spoke, the huge golden Buddha in the void also moved, and slapped his palm to the earth and slapped it towards the white scissors.

"The Great Day is like a palm!"

At this time, the white scissors also moved.

His posture was simple, he took a half-step forward, squatted slightly, twisted his waist to the left, and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

With a soft "Zheng" sound, he pulled out his nameless sword.

"All souls are blind!"

The golden light emitted by the Golden Buddha was swallowed up in an instant, turning into a scorching white light.

In the white light, the grass and trees shattered.

Invisible sword qi appeared out of nothing, appearing in the sky, under the ground, and even in the mountains, streams, flowers, and air...... Almost everything in heaven and earth was affected by the sword qi, emitting a scorching white light.

"A swordsman from the southeast returns to the west, and the world is in vain. ”

Obviously, there was still a distance of more than ten zhang apart, but Bai Jian suddenly made a stride forward and swung his sword.

In the white light, his seemingly ordinary and simple sword swinging action was frozen, like an ink painting with only black and white.

The sky is paper, and he himself is painting.

The painting is so relaxed and casual, as if it is made of a single stroke, flowing and uninhibited, without losing the atmosphere.

I saw that the sword-wielding figure frozen in the white light strangely moved forward, as if someone had pushed this simple ink painting away until it reached Zhihui's body.

Maybe it's because the ink painting that has just been painted has not yet dried, but after some pushing, it leaves the same afterimage behind it, and it is so beautiful.

With a splash of black ink, the white light in the sky disappeared.

It's not black ink that's splashing, it's red blood.

By the time the earth was once again covered in darkness, White Shear had already put away his sword.

He kills, always with only one sword, and he is either killed or killed.

His record of never failing with a sword has not been broken to this day.

A swordsman from the southeast returned to the west, and the world was in vain. This is the last style of the Southeast Sword Technique, and it is also the strongest sword of the White Scissors.

With the strongest sword, for Bai Jian, this is already out of respect for the Zhihui.

…… (To be continued.) ）

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The picture of the white scissors in my imagination when he kills people with a sword is very beautiful, just like an ink painting, simple and beautiful and monotonous but very atmospheric, although it is only for a moment, but it is eternal, as the so-called ...... Leave eternity in an instant.

I really want to paint this picture.

In the rest of this book, I will focus specifically on killers like White Scissors.

I think the killer profession is the coolest, even cooler than Zhu who played Kunlun Yama Dart at the beginning.

(End of chapter)