On the road to the Yellow Springs, Sadness and Wumenggui stood opposite each other, and Sadness looked at Wumenggui and said, "Senior, I don't know this Yellow Springs Road, do you still like it?" Here, there is no life, only death, and only death chatters people, can you step into the way of the Yellow Spring, in order to comprehend the joy of death, what do the predecessors think? ”

  Wu Menggui looked around, frowned, and said: "I can't imagine that there is a madman who cultivates the Tao, don't you Taoists always be above board, and don't believe in any ghosts and gods?" Is your sword path against the Taoist path? ”

  "No, we are in awe of gods and ghosts, and for my swordsmanship, I don't bother my predecessors, it's quite strange to get up, the extremely sad swordsmanship I practice is indeed contrary to the purpose of this sect. But you don't understand the Tao at all, the Tao is in your heart, not in your practice, so I'm different from you, even if I'm stuck in this Yellow Spring Road, I'm not afraid. ”

  Wu Menggui sneered and said, "It's really possible, I want to see how powerful your so-called Extremely Miserable Sword Dao is." Wu Menggui raised his palm and was about to attack, Sorrow Mo sighed and held the night of the undead, facing it calmly, no matter who the other party was, he would always be so calm and free, and Wu Menggui's palm strength seemed to be restrained here, and it was completely unable to put pressure on Sorrow and Sigh.

  The strangest thing was that Wu Menggui could always hear some sounds, which disturbed his mind and made him a little overwhelmed, even if he was so close to him that he couldn't respond to the attack quickly. Finally, these voices became more and more, more and more noisy, and Wu Menggui was finally able to hear clearly, and the sounds that came out of here were mostly crying, the kind of heart-rending crying and sadness, which made Wu Menggui very uncomfortable.

  The most important thing is that in front of his eyes, it seems that he can see those people who have been refined into corpses by him, and he can always see that kind of hateful gaze, angry eyes, plus their grief and crying. Finally, Wumenggui stopped his attack and said to the surroundings: "Shut up for me!" In this world, the law of the jungle eats the strong, they have no ability, they are destined to become only a chess piece, to be able to be favored by me, that is their blessing, you don't understand me at all. ”

  Mo looked at Wumenggui with a sad sigh, smiled, and said, "What, did the seniors see something that didn't go their way, or did they hear something they didn't want to hear?" Do you know that before a person is about to die, he will see the things that he is most afraid to see, could it be that his predecessors were scared just now? ”

  "A stinky stink, who thinks this will defeat me? Your so-called Extremely Tragic Kendo seems to me to be just a trick, but I also want to thank you for letting me see my own demons. As you can see, everybody is afraid to see things that they don't want to see, to hear things they don't want to hear, and I just saw it and heard it. But there's one thing, all the while, I never felt like I was doing anything wrong, so they couldn't shake me at all, and I thank you because you made me understand it, and it was nothing to me. ”

  Although Wu Menggui could still hear the sounds around him, after getting used to it, he lost the irritability and anxiety at the beginning, but felt that what he had done was great, and he did not feel a trace of guilt for those who were ruined by him. Mo looked at Wumenggui with a sad sigh and said, "Since that's the case, then come." ”

  Then, the Sheng Tai Chi Sword Formation suddenly spread at the feet of Wumenggui, and the black qi surrounded the two of them, and he sighed sadly that he had to use twelve points of strength to fight Wumenggui alone. And now Wumenggui, there is no longer the previous influence, his strength has fully recovered, he can't resist it at all, just one punch, Sad Mosigh was shocked back dozens of steps, even in this Huangquan Dao, he can't take any advantage.

  At this moment, Sorrow Mo sighed and waved the Huangquan Sword Dance, and all the surrounding dead qi poured into the night of the undead, under the sword dance, it condensed into the real shadow of the black sword, and Sorrow Mo sighed and raised the night of the undead, shouting: "The edge is incomparable, ten thousand swords are coming!" Go! With that, all the black long swords all headed towards Wumenggui, and there was a strong death qi surging, which made people very uncomfortable.

  Wumenggui took a few steps back, seeing that ten thousand swords were coming, Wumenggui's palms gathered all the strength, only to see that he waved his palm out of thin air, and completely resisted the black sword, none of which could get close to his body. Sorrow Mo sighed and frowned, ten thousand swords could not return to the sect, he had no means, this was already the biggest limit he could do, if it wasn't for the Huangquan Dao, his strength would be even worse than now.

  Wumenggui broke ten thousand swords and returned to the sect, Huangquan Dao collapsed, and the two of them all returned to the sacrificial dragon pool, looking at Wumenggui in front of him with a sad sigh, now he has no strength to fight anymore, if he forcibly supports, he will definitely be injured. Wu Menggui looked sad and sighed, and said: "You are a little interesting, if I have the opportunity in the future, I would like to see you again, if I refine you into a corpse, will the power of Huangquan Dao be stronger?" ”

  Ignoring him, he walked down the Dragon Sacrifice Pool, but at this moment, Zheng Lin suddenly jumped into the Dragon Sacrifice Pond and said, "Daoist Yu, don't mind if I do a favor, at least seven people can't be less." "The reason why Zheng Lin came to power was because Yu Rui had told him before that Yu Rui helped Ling Luoxuan and others design a Gang Beidou Array, and this array is based on the Big Dipper, so there must be seven people to form a formation.

  Yu Rui had already taught Zheng Lin the general meaning before, in order to deal with such an emergency, and after Zheng Lin jumped into the sacrificial dragon pool, he was also very curious when he saw Wumenggui, and said: "Hello senior, under the Blood Shadow Swordsman, to be honest, I am very happy to see you, but this may be the last time we will meet, what a pity." ”

  "Blood Shadow Swordsman? Oh? Sure enough, it's the Blood Shadow Swordsman, but I've known the Blood Shadow Swordsman for many years, and I don't remember that I know you, the Blood Shadow Swordsman, where did you impersonate it? Moreover, the Blood Shadow Swordsman has long since died at the hands of the Blood-Eyed Dragon King Xiao Sha, can you lie to people and find a more reasonable way? ”

  Zheng Lin coughed twice and said, "I'm not the Blood Shadow Swordsman, I was an orphan he picked up, and then when he died, I learned his Blood Shadow Swordsmanship, and naturally inherited his mantle and became the current Blood Shadow Swordsman." But you're right, he was killed by the Blood-Eyed Dragon King, but the Blood-Eyed Dragon King is dead, and I want to take revenge, so I can only find his apprentice Wei Rousi, do you know where she is? ”

  Wumenggui paused and said, "Are you really the orphan he picked up?" In that case, well, I want to see how you avenge him, Wei Rousi is in Nanzhao, and I saw her not long ago. Hearing Wu Menggui's words, Zheng Lin was relieved, as long as he knew where Wei Rousi was, it would be easy to do.