The whole world was dark, and with the help of the firelight, Kang Zhuang could vaguely see the long knives under his feet. The wind in his ears is full of sorrowful voices, who is crying helplessly?

The ghosts in front of them drifted and fled, and a few imps ran to chase after them.

Kang Zhuang didn't care, squatted down, grabbed it, and ate it.

Yelin floated behind him, and it was hard to believe that the unrecognizable monster in front of him could be the handsome son who had once been wise in Yongzhou, shaking his head and sighing.

"Wake up. ”

Who is talking? Kang Zhuang suddenly turned his head, his eyes were scarlet, reflecting the figure of Yelin, and he raised his palm and waved it down.

Empty. The claws of Kangzhuang emptied the entire belly of the mountain, and Yelin was the only one to be seen, and the murmur sounded in his ears again, "Wake up." ”

Looking around, the white-shirted young man stood on the knife mountain. Kang Zhuang stomped down on his knees, and the knife mountain was as fragile as a paper fold, collapsing directly, and the long knife and gravel fell to the ground, but the soles of his feet were unscathed, and the blades never passed through.

The call rang out to my ears, "Wake up." ”

Kang Zhuang roared angrily: "Roaring ——!" fists slammed into the ground, like a storm, and in an instant, magma overflowed, blood pools poured out, and a sea of fire ignited.

The boy's call was still there.

Kang Zhuang almost fell into madness, standing in the sea of fire and beating his chest, frantically trying to find Yelin and then pinch him to death.

Until Kang Zhuang found that he couldn't help this palpitating sound, he began to run wildly.

The two horns overhead broke through the clouds and ploughed out two extremely long ravines.

Where Kangzhuang passes, all ghosts are easy.

Countless unjust ghosts trembled under the feet of this behemoth, and before this moment, it had emptied seven levels of hell to grow to this size.

The anger is monstrous.

Between heaven and earth, a ray of light suddenly appeared, very abrupt, and incompatible with everything here.

Then, two wisps, three wisps, until a light curtain was formed, which struck through the cracks in the clouds, and gradually, the light curtain was strong enough to cut through the layers of dark clouds and illuminate the entire earth.

A round of the sun appeared in hell.

Ten thousand ghosts saw that the light dissipated, and in an instant, only puffs of green smoke remained.

Kang Zhuang felt a burning pain all over his body, stretched out his hand to block the light, and after clearing the clouds, he clearly saw-

It wasn't the sun, it was just a word in the hand of the young man in the white shirt, a "swastika".

Where do you think you've seen it?

Unable to stand Yelin's provocation anymore, Kang Zhuang's eyebrows and eyes were full of red light, and then purple flames rose all around him, burning brightly, wanting to compete with the sun.

A white rainbow appeared in Yelin's hand, slashing down, shocking the cold dragon raging, and the sky and earth turned white.

The purple flame was silently extinguished by the extremely cold sword qi, and Kang Zhuang was shrouded in the golden light of the sun again, and he was in pain. Just as he was about to attack, countless golden characters were woven into strands of rope, binding him, and before he could react, those silk threads had already woven a robe and firmly put on him.

The Buddhist mantra and Haoran righteousness were born to restrain ghosts, and Kang Zhuang was besieged by the two, and immediately knelt on the ground, black smoke came out of the seven orifices, and his body gradually shrank.

Before it was over, Kangzhuang's eyes full of red light looked straight at the sky, and the dark clouds seemed to be brewing inside.

The first thunderclap rang out, followed by a thunderbolt of thunder and lightning.

The blue light kept magnifying, even overshadowing the red light in Kang Zhuang's eyes. It was the thunder above the nine heavens that condensed into a blade of light, falling straight down, stabbing at the center of Kang Zhuang's eyebrows.

Like the sound of a mirror shattering, it spreads from the densest place to Kang Zhuang's whole body.

In the end, all the great sun, cold ice, golden characters, and thunder disappeared along with the giant ghost, and Yelin stared at the purple-clothed boy lying on the ground, meditating.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Wake up. The young man's call passed quietly, but the woman's voice sounded again: "Husband, it's time to wake up." ”

Childish and innocent: "Daddy, let's clean up the bad guys and protect our mother." ”

The old man scolded: "Wu'er, wake up!"

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, Kang Zhuang suddenly woke up and sat up, and shouted: "Don't ——!" I saw that his face was hideous and painful, but I didn't know what I dreamed of.

After calming down, Kang Zhuang sat on the ground and looked for it blankly, Yelin's figure was gone, only a little cool beside him.

The ice in Hell can be broken, it can disappear, but it will never melt, where does it come from?

It was a bowl of water that the white-shirted boy scooped out of the fire.

At the bottom of the bowl are two words: "Alive." ”

Outside the tower, Yongzhou Longmen, Yelin returned to his chessboard and slowly fell.

Li Yu stepped forward and asked, "How is that guy?"

Yelin shook his head and said: "His hatred is too deep, I can only help here, whether he can get out depends on himself." ”

Li Yu was a little worried, after all, Kangzhuang was now counted as his own person, so he asked, "Is it difficult?"

Yelin's expression was solemn and he said, "What would you do if someone asked you to watch me die with your own eyes?"

"Heh... Heh......" Li Yu tried his best to breathe, trying to calm his mind, but the scales were like spring weeds frantically showing the surface of his body, thundering.

No matter how he controlled himself not to think about it, what Yelin said frightened him, and Li Yu said astringently: "I'll be crazy." ”

Yelin said again: "Do you want revenge?"

Li Yu didn't make a sound, just nodded, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to suppress his emotions and reveal his true form.

Yelin sighed deeply, the spell flowed in his hand, comforted Li Yu to fade his scales, and said: "Why doesn't he want to?" But he was made into what he was before by the national teacher, reduced to a ghost, and lived in a panic, not to mention revenge, he has forgotten who he is...... This hatred cannot be experienced by those who have experienced it firsthand, and it is not easy to let go, even you and I have never done it. ”

Li Yu raised his head suddenly, and the fierce light in his eyes was revealed: "If the son can't make a move, then I will do it, let me kill the national teacher, and I'll be done!"

Yelin reviewed the game and sighed: "If I could have done it, I should have let you do it a long time ago, why should I play this game of chess?"

Li Yu asked eagerly, "When will I be able to do it?"

Yelin said helplessly: "Wait for you to become an adult, but that is thousands of years later, it is difficult to say whether the national teacher is alive." As for now...... Just to protect yourself. ”

Li Yu squatted down in distress, he is only ten years old now, and when he becomes an adult, Shenzhou will also change hands for several dynasties. Suddenly, a chess piece hit his head, and the white-shirted young man dropped the chessboard, and he had no time to care about anything else, and said, "It's better to find something to do than to come and count you down after a while." ”

Bored, Li Yu took out the small ding, overlooked the water curtain in the ding, and skipped the scene from near and far.

It's raining.

The rain was falling, and the planks made a dull sound, and the strong man ran to the greenhouse with the planks on his head to take shelter from the rain, and the mud splashed down his trouser legs, and the mud was endless.

The overseer shouted, "Call it a day." ”

The men walked through the large and small wooden piles and stones, covered them with tarpaulins and evacuated, and in a blink of an eye, there was no one on the ground.

Only the sound of the rain was dull.

Depressed, depressing, the little guy sat in the shed guarding the wood and stone, looking at the heavy rain outside the shed, inexplicably panicked.

Suddenly, he noticed something out of the ordinary.

With such a heavy rain, how could there be fog? The fog drifted along the ground, spreading silently, and when he saw his feet, the cold breath penetrated his heart, and the little guy shivered and let out a breath of heat.

Rubbing his eyes, he found that many figures were bustling, and a smile gradually rose on his face, and he said, "The rain is so heavy, why do you still have to go to work......?" Halfway through the words, the little girl's throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't go on.

Among the people carrying the wood was a woman, who looked up at the servant.

The woman had only half of her face. Grinned at him.

"You, you... You!" the little guy trembled, couldn't say a word, unconsciously took two steps back, and was about to go limp, and was suddenly held up.

Wiping the cold sweat off her forehead, the female ghost is gone, is it his hallucination?

I don't know which worker supported him, and the little guy wanted to thank him. Holding his arms, why doesn't he look like a human hand? The little guy looked up and saw a grimace, "Ah——!" and he was so frightened that he fell unconscious.

The Mighty Ghost King scratched his head and said, "Coward." After that, he threw the little guy aside, copied the drawings on the table, looked at them carefully, and exclaimed: "Boys, the adults above said that Yongzhou City must be completed as soon as possible, we don't raise idle ghosts in Longmen, work hard for Lao Tzu, do a good job of appreciating the ghost house, you don't have to nest in the jar anymore, if you don't do it, ask me if the mace in my hand is okay!"

The one-horned ghost king spread his wings and propped up a thunder curtain for miles to keep out the rain, while inspecting the entire construction progress.

Organized, and tireless.

Li Yu thought for a moment and said, "No wonder the son persuaded me to manage the power and save a lot of trivial things." Nianba stretched out his hand and brushed the mirror screen, and the scene switched again.

Bu Chi and Bu Ku separated their hands and each held a handful of iron bars, holding them flat, and their whole bodies were tense and straight, as if an immortal was pointing the way.

The two siblings had red faces, their shoulders trembling from time to time, and they stood under the eaves, and the raindrops kept falling on the iron bars to add a lot of hardships.

I never shouted tired.

Lin Qinghong lay on the bed, relieved and guilty, but it also became more and more prosperous.

Thinking that he has practiced swords for many years, he is not as good as a Jingzhou witch?

If you say you don't feel guilty, it's false.

To this day, whenever he holds the autumn water, Lin Qinghong will always unconsciously recall the scene when the Witch King threw himself into the ground with a punch.

Even then, he had already been defeated.

The sword is unstable, and the heart of man is trembling. Everyone in the world says that victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, but how many people in the world have passed this hurdle?

As a swordsman, Lin Qinghong was lonely, arrogant and arrogant, and this defeat made him disheartened.

The head of the sect is full of laughter.

His hands unconsciously clenched the futon, and Lin Qinghong was physically and mentally tormented.

The poor master loves me and protects me, and the head of the dignified sword mound only accepts himself as an apprentice, and he has devoted most of his life to it, but he has not yet become a talent, so what face does he have to go back to see him?

Fortunately, the barren mountain was recuperated that day, and found that the young man who carried the water was very talented, so he had the idea of accepting apprentices, and never thought that his sister Bu Ku was also a good seedling for practicing swords, and immediately collected them together.

Thinking of this, Lin Qinghong said: "The steps are late, the steps are hard, the hours are enough, come in, the master has something to tell you." ”

"Huh!" the brother and sister replied, and the iron bar fell to the ground, and when they tried to pick it up again, they could no longer pick it up, their hands trembled, and they walked into the door to listen to the teachings.

Further down is a long talk, Yongzhou Ding can only reflect the scene, can not convey the voice, Li Yu looked bored, no longer watched.

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to change the curtain, Yelin, who was sitting behind him playing chess, suddenly stopped him, Li Yu was puzzled, but he didn't ask, and Yelin didn't explain.

It wasn't until Lin Qinghong's reprimand was over that the brother and sister dispersed happily, and Yelin didn't leave.

Yi Xing Shan sat alone on the steps outside the door, looking at the sky in a daze.

The indescribable loneliness of the young man's back.

When watching Ding, Li Yu clearly saw that there was no Lin Qinghong in Yelin's eyes, and there were no Bu brothers and sisters, only a small self.

And, alone.

Who is he?