The Demon Gate fell apart, leaving only the skeletal platform. The demon clouds in the sky were rapidly dissipating, and the demon clouds covering a radius of hundreds of miles had become very thin, and they could no longer stop the sunlight from falling. On the outskirts of this haunted realm, for the first time in many years, the fearful farmers saw the sun appear in the place where they lived, and it was the warm yellow sunlight.

They unconsciously let out cheers, and for the first time in their lives, while carefully plowing the fields, they straightened up and cheered at the sunlight in the sky, and then knelt in the dirt, not knowing what to thank, but finally they all decided to kowtow in the direction of the sun. Maybe in the future, when the ghost domain disappears here, there will be an official government to knock on the bones and suck the marrow, but at least for now, at least for now, they are happy.

That's good......

There were still thin demon clouds in the sky, making it impossible to make this place as bright as it was when the Demon Gate had never appeared. Not only here, but the whole world is shrouded in demonic clouds, and the whole world spends its days in cold and darkness.

The skull emitted a thin black mist in the sunlight, and these mist kept disappearing in the sunlight, and as the mist faded, the bones turned more and more from the original black to yellow, as if they had been caught up by time, and were gradually graying. There was a pile of pale golden ashes on the skull, and a long rusty knife stuck in it—it wasn't supposed to be, but now it was.

The wind could not shake the ashes, as if they were as heavy as gold sand. And among these golden ashes, there have been amputated finger bones, although the Sanskrit chant is so low that it is almost inaudible, but there is still a sigh in it, "After all, there is no liberation......

How many times has this been, how many times Sen Luo has thought that he can be liberated, he can't realize that he can only seek liberation by killing demons and monsters, how many times he has been shattered due to the backlash of strength and the strength of his opponent, but he still can't find liberation, but as his demonic sword cultivation deepens more and more, it becomes more and more difficult to be destroyed. There was really nothing to say, and now that he had turned into ashes, Sen Luo still found his spirit haunted here.

He can't see himself, he can only know that he exists, he can see the scenery around him, but it is difficult to stay away from his ashes. Time has no meaning to him, and naturally he will not fall for the poison of time - he can completely cut off his six senses, directly hone his sword path in meditation, and practice his own compassion - how to kill his opponent with faster speed, this is his compassion.

Time passed like this, and the skull finally collapsed into ashes, but only the golden ashes remained.

No one dares to enter the center of the ghost domain until now, and although most of the power of those residual "images" has dissipated, even if there is only a little left, it is not a horror that ordinary people can bear. Over the years, plants and trees have grown out of the land again - those countless ashes have seeped into the soil under the rain and become fertilizer, and in the land that was once infiltrated by yin qi, those plants and trees, even if they have grown, are crooked and not like the plants and trees in the world.

Only where Sen Luo's ashes are located, those trees have grown straight, and they have grown into towering trees in these years, and they are outstanding. Gradually, animals appeared here, but the animals here all looked a little eerie, and none of them wanted to approach the place where Senro was. The skeletal warrior had now condensed two arm bones, but he still couldn't move, and Moriro himself hadn't woken up from meditation for a long time.

The chanting of Buddhism has long since stopped, and the Pure Land he created has spread to the entire ghost realm—except for the remnants of yin qi in this place, there is actually no danger.

Over the years, the thickness of the demon clouds in the sky here has become a little thicker, and even in the Japanese sky, although the gates of the demon realm in the north and south have been shattered, the demon clouds covering the sky have not completely dissipated, and there has been a resurgence over the years. This is a good thing done by the Demon Realm Gate in other parts of the world, and these demonic qi will naturally drift towards the low-lying ground, but since the Demon Cloud and the Demon Realm Gate below have been shattered, it is impossible to return to their original appearance under the light of the sun.

Senro's recovery was an accelerated process, and it took the longest time to condense the phalanges, and not long after the arm bones were condensed, the shoulder blades and rib vertebrae had grown out of the golden ashes. After taking as long as condensing the phalanges, all the bones in the rest of Senro had grown except for the skull, and the iron-colored headless skeleton sat cross-legged under the tree, and the long knife was stuck right between his pelvis and ribs.

It took the same amount of time for the skeletal samurai to grow his iron-colored skull as long as his body, and when it finally grew, the long knife in his chest also bloomed red, shooting out of his ribs like a stream of water, then turning into cherry blossom petals piled up in his palm, and finally into a sheathed long knife again. The long sigh echoed here again, "Hahaha....." The low laughter without any smile echoed softly here, and the double tone sounded again, "All beings are suffering." ”

This time, the skeletal warrior didn't rush to his feet, his finger bones tapped the ground one by one, "That's quite rude." However, it was a last resort. As he spoke, the leaves of the trees gradually stuck to him, and black-red flames burned beyond the bones, but in an instant, the leaves were burned into a dark red tattered barrel of rotten barrels, and a star pocket with a hole on his head.

After years of grinding, it turned out that Sen Luo still looked like he had just woken up from the Yellow Spring. The skeletal samurai stood up, grabbed directly from the floating soil on the ground, and grabbed a ten-character spear with a long blade - "I haven't used it for a long time, and it's difficult to use this gun, after all, I can't turn into a beauty under the moon like the five generations of Kunimitsu......"

The skeletal warrior slung his sword to his waist and used his spear as a cane, and chose a direction to go again—of course, he took out a small flask from the ashes and hung it around his waist. Before hanging up, Sen Luo shook it carefully, and then let out a wry sigh, "No, it's a pity that the wine hasn't been drunk for a long time." How many years have passed, I can only leave a memory. I don't know when I will be able to drink the wine of the red dust again. ”

There was no singing, only the sound of tuk tuk footsteps of the soles of the skeletons on the ground, and Sen Luo walked into the distance.

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