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What Lichen is facing now is not only the raging karmic fire that will turn this thousand-year-old temple into ashes and rubble, but also the destruction of the heart under the loneliness of everything in his heart.

Among the three corpses, it is easy to kill, obsessive to be angry, but obsession is the easiest to lose oneself. After the dust and two thoughts are gone, there is no killing intent to face the doves occupying the magpie's nest in the sect, indiscriminately filling the number and even occupying the famous mountains of the sect with bad intentions, and there is no nostalgia for the sect that has been passed down for thousands of years in the face of his own department, and even after the thought of Gu Dao's immortality is abandoned. On the contrary, it makes the evil thoughts in my heart even higher.

Burn yourself in karmic fire and die in harmony with the enemy!

At this moment, Lichen not only regarded everything as an enemy, but also became an enemy himself.

Heaven and earth are unkind, since you can't get it, why not destroy it?

After I die, what does it matter if he floods? Those who are crazy because of madness are nothing more than that!

Lichen resolutely turned around, holding the Taoist temple in the thousand-year-old has fallen, the only unchanged "entrance view" door plaque strode into the sea of fire, leaving everyone under the mountain with a resolute and incredible back.

No one knew it was dust, not even who it was!

"I have seen that the warbler of Jinling Yushu is dawning, and the flowers of Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloom early, who knows that it is easy to freeze! Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse. This moss and green tile pile, I have slept in the wind and flow, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years. That Wuyi Lane, not surnamed Wang; Mochou Lake, ghosts cry at night; Phoenix Terrace, perched owl bird! The dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, and it is difficult to lose the old realm. I don't believe that this map is changed, and I chant a set of "mourning Jiangnan", and sing sadly to the old "In the fire, the dust has a dead heart." Completely ignoring the flames and heat waves around him, he sang a mournful elegy.

The singing is melodious, but the heart is desolate. The end of the road is endless, and the endless gloom is sung.

Lichen may have forgotten where he had heard the words in this play, but he sang it naturally and unintentionally.

Because this song is Chen's childhood, I often listen to the opera sung by Master Mingwei Daochang.

The young man is rich, and the middle-aged is displaced. Seeing the ruins of the country and the flames of war. The iron hooves of the alien races on the land of the Central Plains have trampled on the rivers and mountains, and also crushed all the dreams of the master and the earthly world.

Seeing relatives leave one by one, seeing the former home fall into rubble, when the prosperity is gone, only suffering is left.

When all the dust is seen through in helplessness, when all the souvenirs of the world are gone, disheartened, the middle-aged man who has seen through the world resolutely put on a broken scarf and walked into the deep mountains and threw himself into the entrance to the door.

Maybe the reason why Lichen's teacher sang it was just because of nostalgia. When the world is far away and all the memories are gradually covered with dust, the dusty master can only talk about the "lyrics" sung by the home hall in this young man's prosperous dream, and he can talk about it as a remembrance when he is bored and lonely.

The master is gone, and the entrance view is finally inevitably polluted by the world, and the materialism in the world is inevitably raging. Seeing that he had destroyed all of this with his own hands. The only thing left is this memorable elegy.

The singing was bursting, desolate and desolate. But like a morning bell and a dusk drum, it rang in the ears of countless people at the foot of the mountain. The voice of the heart, in the infinite mysteries, can be spread for ten miles, quietly opening everyone's heart.

The crowd at the foot of the mountain was silent for a moment, as if there was silence. When the song was far away and everyone came back to their senses, they were unconsciously infected with a heavy sense of desolation.

The mountains and forests are silent, only the fire soars into the sky. This is the last time that the entrance view "shines" in the world...

The police came, the armed police came, the fire trucks came, and more importantly, the leaders also came overnight.

There were more than 100 people in the entrance, but none of them escaped. Such a monstrous catastrophe and man-made disaster happened in the eyes of countless people, and it cannot be covered up in this era.

When the leaders saw that this fire had burned a majestic Taoist temple and the lives in the Taoist temple with irreversible momentum, the leaders turned pale in an instant, and there was no longer any human color.

This may be the outcome that these leaders resolutely stretched out their hands to this thousand-year-old temple and a jungle that they couldn't have imagined!

What Lichen sings is his own elegy, an elegy for the entrance view, and it is not an elegy for their career?

It's like a dream, it's not a dream, everything happens. He sat in the middle of the fire, closed his eyes and waited for death. Even if the fire around him did not invade, he resolutely waited for the "time of judgment".

Although I don't know why I was unharmed in the fire, there is always a premonition in the dark.

Sooner or later, all these karmic fires will come upon you.

But there is no fear or fear, no thought and no thought. There is only a piece of infatuation and transparency. If the infatuation retreats, the Dao heart will naturally be unhindered.

Life and death, success and failure. When the evil qi in the nameless mountain was like a storm crashing on the shore, rolling up one after another, whistling and impacting the thirty-six Tiangang Banner Array under the dust cloth, all the results were about to be revealed.

Above the sky of the nameless mountain, red clouds emerged. Under the sun, a fire blanket was spread out in all directions like a heavenly fire, quickly covering a radius of hundreds of miles around. A heavy amount of heavenly power descended on the world, showing the majesty of heaven all the time.

The evil aura on the nameless mountain should not have appeared in the world. The nameless mountain is surrounded by a radius of 100 miles, and it should not be under the threat of ghosts and disasters in the world. Since it arises because of the dust, the dust will naturally bear this boundless negative karma. If the dust banner array can't lock the evil qi in this mountain, so that the living beings will be ruined, and all things will be extinct. Then Tianhuo should clean up the mess. At the same time, even the dust was cleaned up.

Let your dust and mana reach the sky, let you be invincible in the world, under the way of heaven, you can't even count as an ant.

Life and death are gone, and the only possibility is to destroy the soul.

Is it true that the dust can kill the three corpses, and from then on there will be no obstacles to the immortal path of the avenue, or will it be wiped out forever. It's now.

The red clouds in the sky, Yunhua saw it. Yun Lingzi saw it. Yun Hengzi, who was rushing from the west, saw it, and Yun Fox, who was rushing from the east, also saw it.

The old Taoist elder saw it, and so did the ordinary people who lived hundreds of miles around him.

, the beings under the red cloud are trembling, and they are weakly praying to God. Yunhua and the others (they) are pale-faced, only the old Taoist and a few people who sit and watch the conspiracy about to succeed are complacent!

One ring, one buckle, one step at a time. What if you see through it? Under the irresistible temptation and impeccable layout, all the conspiracies have become conspirators.

The dust is willing to enter this game and gamble on this. The old Taoist has worked hard for decades and worked hard. Isn't it a blockage?

As time passed, the impact of the sinister aura on the nameless mountain became bigger and bigger, roaring into thunder and impacting like a tide. Although it was impossible to see where the dust array flag was, the trembling wails all indicated that the large array under the dust cloth could be broken at any time.

"Boom!" A loud bang finally resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the thirty-six Tiangang Star Dou Array Flags that had been painstakingly refined by the dust turned into dust, and the gloomy aura on the nameless mountain rose to the sky, and then swept down in all directions like a torrent, and the plants and trees that the evil qi had reached were all wiped out.

"Jiamu Qinglong in the East, Gengjin White Tiger in the West, Dinghuo Vermilion Bird in the South, Kwai Shui Xuanwu in the North, Qilin in the Central, Five Towns in the Five Directions, Urgent as a Law!" At the foot of the nameless mountain, a sword light rose into the sky, triggering the five directions to converge. As the array flags began to echo, the gloomy black clouds that were originally like the tide of the embankment burst came to an abrupt end. A translucent light mask with a five-colored brilliance flowing endlessly appeared out of thin air, tightly locking the surging evil qi within a radius of ten miles.

Yunhua stood tall on the altar, but around the altar, there was a rolling evil qi like a cloud. The small altar is like a ship in the angry sea, and the evil qi around it seems to pounce on the altar at any time, submerging the clouds above the altar.

Born and died in the same acupoint, Yun Hua, who was blocking the evil qi, completely ignored himself and was also surrounded by the evil qi, and gently glanced at the hill not far away, with a hint of determination, he didn't care about resting, and only inserted the Shaking Light Fairy Sword in his hand into the center of the altar with both hands.

At the same time, the hundreds of miles around the nameless mountain had already turned into daylight, and a hundred ghosts had begun a night walk.

In contrast to Yunhua's grandiose approach in broad daylight, Yun Lingzi was much more low-key. The ghosts, gods, and yin things do not see the light of day, and Yun Lingzi drove the surrounding ghosts and wild ghosts this time, and the earth spirits and ghosts and the exploration of the big daylight everywhere are indeed a bit against the sky.

In the shade of the sun, in a simple grass hut, an eerie and tyrannical atmosphere permeated the entire hillside. People are greedy for life and afraid of death, and so are ghosts. Although his mind is not clear, the instinct to survive is still there. Yun Lingzi's imperial envoy Yin God in the daytime was originally half the effort. Not to mention how many wandering spirits and wild ghosts will be scattered and annihilated under the light of the sky.

Clusters of ghostly fires appeared and disappeared from time to time, and Yun Lingzi's mouth was full of difficult and strange incantations, and one after another runes turned into green smoke and rose. Small whirlwinds rolled up everywhere in a radius of hundreds of miles.

This is the earth spirit yin god investigating inch by inch. It's just that behind the countless whirlwinds wandering, I don't know how many whirlwinds stopped abruptly in the middle of the journey, and then a stream of green smoke was born out of thin air, and occasionally a few indifferent howls could be overheard.

Just when Yun Lingzi was driving countless Yin Soul Wild Ghosts to explore everywhere, on the wild mountain dozens of miles away, the old Taoist priest who was practicing the law suddenly turned pale, stopped the magic sword in his hand, and looked at the team guarding Zhou Tianxingdou's banner at the bottom of the mountain.

The armor soldier is sensen, mighty and solemn. A thin breeze gently passed through a corner of the guard at the bottom of the mountain. Swift and slight, fleeting. The old Taoist priest's face was slammed, and before he could do anything, a sword light had already shot from the sky.