"Let's divinate the whereabouts of Bai Yu first."

"Are you sure she's right here? Entering is the way of reincarnation? Junxian confirmed the news again.

Jun Mo nodded: "She is a remnant soul." ”

Junxian's eyes were a little surprised, there was no such thing in the news brought by Wucai.

Junxian's fingers jumped on the compass, thoughtfully, and muttered, "A trace of remnant soul? This is not easy to do, if people enter reincarnation, if they do not have a sound three souls and seven spirits, they will not be able to enter reincarnation, even if they take a step back and think about it, and enter reincarnation, how can that trace of remnant soul withstand the surging reshaping wounds in the reincarnation path? ”

"What do you mean?" Jun Mo saw the uncertainty in his eldest brother's eyes.

"In the path of reincarnation, because of the reshaping of the soul, you can be a person again, just like the life of a person after the dissolution of life, recasting, it can be said that a person who has no memory, may be able to resist that pain, because the new life has a weaker sense of tearing, if as you said, it is a direct reincarnation path, then, I am afraid that a trace of remnant soul has long been in the reincarnation path, torn to pieces."

Jun Xian's face became serious, Jun Mo frowned, his cold eyes were like hooks, and his fists were clenched, as if it was him who was torn apart.

Junxian glanced at Junmo, and the painful expression made Junxian feel that Junmo had changed, changed a lot, and this was the first time he saw Junmo have a painful look on his face because of others.

"However, there is also a glimmer of hope, that is, the remnant soul is pinned on others, and what is torn apart and permanently remains in the path of reincarnation is only memory."

Junxian said lightly, but this possibility is almost small, very small, and when he suddenly saw his younger brother's appearance, he was always a little surprised.

Jun Mo sighed, the faint red light filled with the way of people, eerie and terrifying, now that I think about it, which cave is like a big mouth of blood, devouring the consciousness and soul of each reincarnated person, thinking of this, Jun Mo's eyes flashed.

"Junxian, have you ever seen someone who looks exactly like you?" Jun Mo's face was still thoughtful.

"Nope." This question seems very strange, even if it is twin brothers, there is something different: "Junmo, eldest brother thinks you are very different from before, what happened to you?"

"It's nothing ......" Jun Mo said coldly, the man in white in the Infernal Hell was very strange, he was sure that the person was not an illusion, it was like another self, he said that he had been waiting for himself for three thousand years, three thousand years ago, what did he do?

Three thousand years ago, he was punished by heaven for the crime of slaughtering living beings, it was the time when the old ghost imprisoned him on Chilian Island, before that, he knew that he had killed countless people, but he felt that the smell of blood made him very happy, and the place that made him puzzled was here, the old ghost did not accept him directly, is it really for the sake of the colorful face?

Thinking about it, Jun Mo rubbed his temples and stopped thinking about it: "Big brother, if Bai Yu stays in the reincarnation path, can you count it?" ”

"I can't talk about whether it counts or not, if she doesn't fall into the world, she will naturally be in the path of reincarnation, and if the world can count her traces, it proves that she has not stayed in the path of reincarnation."

Jun Mo nodded slowly: "You cast a spell, I wish you a hand." ”

Jun Xian raised his eyes and glanced at Jun Mo unfamiliarly, this was the first time he had heard Jun Mo say that he would help him.

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Less than ten miles outside Dongchang, the heavens are menacing, standing on the top of the high mountain, staring at the Dongchang country not far away, the painting scroll in his hand is clucking, and he looks down at the painting scroll in his hand.

Slowly opened, this scroll in fifteen years ago, his mana was low, at the beginning of the could not be opened, now, is no longer as incompetent as before, the picture scroll of the king of the Bodhisattva, holding a tin staff, crossed knees and lotus flowers, behind the glow of the sun shining on the earth, looking at the boundless rivers and mountains under him, it seems that the twilight can penetrate the mountains and rivers, looking directly at the underworld.

The raging fire in the hell is roasting sinners, the endless hell, tormenting the souls of all the evil consequences of life, the blood flows like rivers, the bones are like mountains, at first glance, the eyes of the king of Jizo drooped, there are tears of compassion, the ghosts of the underworld seem to be ready to move, they are all alive, like an illusion, God-given gaze, this is not an illusion.

He had been standing here for three whole days, and he had to find a way to take out the soul of the white jade in this scroll before he could use this soul as bait to find the person she had reincarnated.

He has tried to tear and incinerate, forcibly sucking with mana, and he has also tried, and the suction power of this painting scroll makes it useless for Tianci to pay all his strength.

I remember that the master mentioned before his death, to do good deeds in the ninth son of the body of the gods, people with compassion for the heavens and compassion may be useful, look closely at this king of the earth, with a heart of compassion that shocks the heavens and the earth, and will eventually become a Buddha and return, just like the predecessors of the pyrrole three thousand years ago, the nine generations of good deeds become the body of the son of the gods, and the merits will be completed to return to the auspicious clouds and become immortals.

He knew that he was bent on revenge, and he had never felt any compassion.

"Brother Cheng, I've finally caught up with you......"

The voice of joy and tiredness sounded behind him, and the heavens looked back, and the joy was carrying his bags, his clothes were ragged, with many delicate wounds on his face and neck, and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes, his toes were exposed, and he was embarrassed, and he sat on the ground panting heavily.

"When will you follow me?" Tianci placed the scroll on the mountain stone at will, and the pier body checked the wound for Huanxi.

"As soon as you left the underworld, joy followed." Huanxi smashed his aching legs.

"Princess Shadow asked you to spy on me, right?" Tianci hummed, regardless of the embarrassment of joy, raised his hand to pinch her legs, withdrew his shoes and socks, tore off a strip of cloth from her underwear at will, wrapped it around her toes, put on shoes and socks for her, and said softly: "Let's just take a moment, after entering the city, buy some clothes, shoes and socks." ”

"It's not ......" looked at Tianci in a daze, Mali's movements didn't have time to make her little face burn, it was already over, and she raised her eyes to look at the mask on his face, her heart was sweet, strange, and a little itchy.

Tianci hummed, no, it's strange if it's not, with the small-bellied and chicken intestines of Princess Youyou, she has never trusted anyone.

"In my opinion, there may not be a slave in the world who is as faithful as you." Tianci sneered.

Huanxi had a crush in his throat, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, he drooped slightly, his eyes fell on the Qiankun painting scroll, he pointed to the painting scroll and asked, "Brother Cheng, this Qiankun painting scroll is helpful to you?" ”

Tianci raised his eyes and said word by word: "Do you know this painting scroll?" ”

"Know, this painting scroll is said to be painted by the body of the god Pyro himself for the king of Jizo, so the letter of compassion and compassion for the people, so that the king of Jizo Bodhisattva also looked at it differently, cast a spell on the top, and heard that it can subdue demons and eliminate demons."

God-given eyebrows, the master originally said that this painting was a painting written by the King of the Earth Bodhisattva, is this a legend, or is it true? Now Huanxi said that this was painted by Pyrrole, and while pondering, Tianci said softly: "Really? Are you sure this painting is from Pyrrole? ”

"Of course, although Huanxi is a girl, she has also lived in the underworld for nearly 4,000 years, and I have also seen the Pyrlos Daoist with my own eyes, because he is said to be the body of the son of the god, and he can become a Buddha if he does the good thoughts of the ninth generation, and when he is in the ninth life, he has reported eight times in the underworld in a year, all of which are to save people and die, so that year, Huanxi was fortunate to see him."

God-given thoughtfulness.