Chapter 209: Crossing the Soul and Returning to the Underworld

After Mo Tong regained his senses, the Shuanglong Phantom stopped the offensive under Mo Tong's control, and after Zhenwen appeared, it was exhausted by his mana, and Mo Tong, who was weak to the limit, retracted and dissipated into the void as light and shadow, leaving only the vision of heaven and earth tumbling endlessly;

"You ended up like this, in order to send the soul of the unjust death to reincarnation?"

Zhen Wentou asked softly without replying, his indifferent voice was neither sad nor joyful, but there was a trace of imperceptible regret in the vicissitudes of life, Mo Tong's current pale appearance was the reason why he shot angrily, but now he was a little relieved;

"I don't know if the master has a mystical method that can give these poor souls who have died unjustly a chance to be reincarnated?"

Mo Tong thought about the previous judgment of forgetting his worries, looked at the tall and majestic figure full of hope, and asked tentatively in a weak and hoarse voice;

"Well, since you have such a good heart, you should help your teacher!"

Zhenwen's sleeve robe waved in the air, dissipating the Xuanguang magic sword in the sky, and he didn't look back;

"Thank you for your kindness and kindness, but the disciple has caused trouble to you!"

Mo Tong was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly thanked Zhenwen, his tone was full of guilt, and his words were quite self-reproachful;

"You can heal with peace of mind, and wait for the teacher to use his means, after this cause and effect are understood, you will return to the mountains and fields with the teacher and concentrate on cultivation!"

Zhenwen waved his hand, noncommittal, and commanded indifferently;

"Yes! The disciple obeys the teacher's orders!

Zhenwen nodded without a trace, looked up at the sky where the ink clouds were rolling, flashing with a trace of electricity, his eyes flashed faintly, his hands suddenly raised, and he recited softly in a voice full of vicissitudes in front of a group of corpse refining puppets.

"Haoran righteousness is a wonderful method!

Endless milky white points of light manifested from nothingness, quickly condensed in the void in front of Zhenwen, and turned into two sentences of poems with simple fonts, flowing with mysterious and unpredictable rhymes, filled with the majesty of the avenue of heaven and earth, and a misty momentum like clouds, rolling and sweeping in all directions;

"Linglong Wen's heart has a mysterious light!

Zhenwen's chest bloomed with milky white divine light, and the volley flew out to bless the four lines of poetry, one by one the characters were circulating, and the mighty coercion was even stronger, and a group of corpse refining puppets involuntarily knelt on the ground, bowing to the position of the poem, as if on a pilgrimage;

"The Secret Technique Seals the Divine Soul!

One by one, the characters were as bright as stars, sprinkling a milky white starlight, reflecting on the bodies of a group of corpse refining puppets, and an incomprehensible power of heaven and earth poured into it, wrapping a group of corpse refining puppets together with the divine light;

"Zizizi!"

A large cloud of gray-black smoke evaporated from the bodies of a group of corpse refining puppets, and their flesh gradually turned into powder, as if weathered, dissipating with the evil mist;

"Grievances and debts will be destroyed with you!

After the corpse dissipated, the ownerless lonely soul was wrapped in the Xuanguang and flew to the bottom of the poem, the black dead air, the miserable green resentment, the dark red blood, and the dark green corpse gas, all dissolved by the Xuanguang blooming in the poem, and dissipated into the nothingness of heaven and earth;

"Buzz!"

Eight lines of poetry dazzling circulation, divided into the eight directions of heaven and earth, surrounded by a group of lonely souls, a huge gossip phantom, under them illusion, eight lines of poetry each dwelling in one of the hexagrams, releasing the mysterious and unpredictable power, the Taiji diagram in the middle of the gossip, slowly rotating into a circle of light;

"Come along!"

Zhenwen turned to look at Xiaolan, and commanded with meaning, although his tone was indifferent, there was an undoubted majesty;

"Dao Chief?"

Hearing this, Xiaolan looked at Forget Worries, and called softly, as if asking for his advice;

"Huh?"

Forget to be Zhenwen's subtle means, shocked and breathtaking, admiration in my heart, at this moment I heard the words like waking up from a big dream, my eyes were a little trance, and then I suddenly woke up, nodded at Xiaolan, and said comforting words in a soft tone, with a trace of helplessness in my words;

"Those lonely souls are the same as you, they are all souls who died in vain, they want to come to the Dao to live with you, they have their own arrangements, you don't need to worry too much, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, as long as you have this heart, no matter where you are, it is the same!

When Xiaolan heard this, she closed the Xuanyin talisman umbrella, floated to Forget Worry, bowed down, and returned it to Forget Worry with both hands;

"Thank you for your guidance, this kindness, if Xiaolan and the Taoist have a fate in the next life, she will definitely repay the kindness of the Taoist, and now Xiaolan has nothing else to ask for, I just hope that under the avenue of heaven and earth, in the reincarnation of cause and effect, I can have this opportunity to report Chang's kindness!"

Forget about taking back the Xuanyin talisman umbrella, inserting his backhand in the bamboo box behind him, nodding lightly noncommittally, and waving silently;

"Mo Tong! Thank you!"

Xiaolan turned around and floated in front of Mo Tong, bowed to the same Yingying, and thanked him softly;

"Thank you for your kindness and kindness!

Xiaolan floated in front of Zhenwen's body, bowed down tremblingly, and was shocked by the qi that Zhenwen naturally emanated, and said thank you softly in a trembling tone, and then under Zhenwen's signal, she turned around and flew towards the reincarnation aperture, standing with a group of ownerless and lonely souls;

"The Wonderful Law Leads to the Heavens! Seal the Heaven with One Word! Reincarnation Reappears! Crossing the Soul and Returning to the Underworld! The Hidden Heavenly Master! The Human Teacher Zhenwen! The Divine Power Edict! Appeal to the Soul! Tell the Yama! Convey the Judge! The Soul Is Wronged Here! Sentencing at Discretion! Urgent as a Law!

Zhenwen pinched the sword fingers in his hand, wrote and depicted in the air, and one by one the quaint fonts manifested with the incantation, gathered together and turned into a ball of Xuanguang, which was beaten out by Zhenwen's shaking hand, and flew in the air to a group of lonely souls, suspended above their heads, blooming with a soft Xuanguang;

"This is a mantra of affection, and the karma and sins of your life and after death, there will be Yama and the judge to observe and ruling, so let's go!"

Zhenwen danced his hands, and his sword fingers crossed the mysterious trajectory, condensed into a complex and mysterious magic seal, and glowed together with the eight verses of poetry, wrapping a group of lonely souls, and after a distortion of the void, they fell into the circle of reincarnation together, and then entered the netherworld and disappeared;

"Mo Li! You are vainly greedy, reckless of human life, for selfish desires, cultivating evil arts, ruining the lives of people, for the sake of one party, creating sins, trapped in the demonic obstacles, the poor Dao adheres to the Dao of Heaven and Earth, today for the Heavenly Dao, abolish your demonic cultivation, and send you into the underworld after hearing it!"

Zhenwen turned to Mo Li, who was paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and he said in an extremely indifferent tone, and quietly walked towards Mo Li, the sword finger in his hand flashed with the mysterious light, and as Zhenwen's arm was raised, the divine light gradually became stronger, flowing with mysterious and unpredictable power. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info (To be continued.) )