Temple of Doom

Asking Jian Guming looked at the smile of the god of death in front of him, and knew that someone had fallen into the trap of the god of death again.

The Grim Reaper looked at the Taixue Master in pain, his eyes were sometimes crazy and sometimes sad, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

He didn't care about the question sword behind him, and said to himself: "Lethe, the drifting life, what is the truth?" I am the Grim Reaper, coming to the world, not to kill, not to redeem, I just want to complete my game. ”

"I'm tired of the absolute invincibility, and the boring world has finally taken on a new twist."

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Yanmen Guxue was injured by this, the blood on her chest was dripping, the domineering breath of death was rushing back and forth in her body, the eight veins of the Qi Jing were gray, and her body was on the verge of shattering.

Xian Zhiyin shouted: "Senior! ”

I thought that I had seen through the world, but at this time I still felt so much pain in my heart when I parted, just like when Dongfang Yi left.

His hands were on top of the Yanmen Lonely Snow Door, and he was vigorous and unstingy.

The pale Yanmen Guxue's face finally had a bloody color, and he gently pushed away Xian Zhiyin's hands and said, "You don't have to waste the true yuan for me anymore!" ”

Mo poured his sword in front of the two of them, watching the Taixue Master who had deified death not far away fall into the battle between heaven and man.

Yanmen Guxue staggered up: "I shouldn't have existed, but now I have returned to my original appearance, and I have no regrets!" ”

After Yanmen Guxue finished speaking, there was a little aura all over her body.

After the aura was removed, the face covered by the lonely snow of Yanmen finally appeared. The eyes are like stars, bright as the moon, a little cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, and the end is chic and graceful.

"The sword is a flower, and the twenty years are drowned for whom; The heart is cold, the meridian is poured, who is it now? ”

The poetry is clear, and the eyes seem to be affectionate and ruthless. He bowed slowly to the string bosom friend: "Sect leader, but I haven't seen you for a long time!" ”

Xian Zhiyin nodded, but his eyes were sad and looked at Yanmen Guxue in the half-empty spiritual light and said: "Leave the last reputation for the Taixue Master, thank you!" ”

Yue Jiangliu said "ha", "The sect has entered the Buddhism, but has not understood the principle of cause and effect cycle?" At the beginning, Master Taixue left a mark on the boundless sea of learning and planted a good cause, and I used this imprint as a guide to reshape his soul, which can be regarded as a good result. ”

Above mid-air, Yanmen Guxue said to Yuejiangliu: "I am very proud to have you in the endless sea of learning, after I leave, you will be the new master of the sea of learning." ”

Yue Jiangliu shook his head: "What will happen in the future of learning the boundless sea, it has its own destiny." I can't accept the position of the master. ”

Yanmen Guxue Zou frowned, but he couldn't see through the man in front of him, he had done so much to protect the endless sea of learning, but now he refused to accept the position of the master of Taixue.

Yanmen Guxue didn't say much: "That's it!" ”

At this moment, the Taixue Lord not far away was lifeless, and in the darkness, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "Lethe, the drifting life, what is the truth?" ”

"The Age of the Dead Country, Chapter 14......"

The magic language is low and dark, and when the voice is opened, there is an inexplicable power of death that gathers from the depths of time and space, and the purity of the breath is a hundred times and a thousand times better than that of the Taixue Master, who is the center of this power.

Affected by this force, the Taixue Master, who had gradually given birth to two hearts, was once again drowned by death, and the budding original intention gradually fell silent in the darkness.

"Death, resurgence again?" Mo poured into the state of death from time to time, feeling the deep darkness in it, and only felt that he was in the deepest fear.

"The power of the Grim Reaper is indeed great!" Yue Jiangliu exclaimed. He raised his head and said to the aura of Yanmen Guxue in mid-air, "At this time, are you ready?" ”

Yanmen Guxue in mid-air seemed to be stuck in a difficult choice.

Seeing this, Yue Jiangliu was very dissatisfied and said, "I respect your choice and give you the opportunity to wake him up. Now that you have been proven wrong, why are you still cringe! ”

Yanmen Guxue sighed: "As soon as it comes out, the impact is too great. ”

As soon as the name of "Divine Confucian Xuanzhang" came out, the string bosom friend's face suddenly changed greatly.

The preciousness of life lies in the freedom of the heart, and the Confucian Xuanzhang is a trick to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and this trick is even more widespread, and the middle one should turn into a walking corpse.

As soon as this song came out, the master of Taixue announced that this song violated Confucian doctrine and destroyed it, and no one should know about it, why did Yuejiangliu mention it again at this moment.

Yue Jiangliu said: "The kindness of women, as soon as death comes out, how can these people live. ”

Mo Dump Chi was originally a radical person among the Confucian sects, and if he could achieve his goal, he would never mind getting blood in his hands.

He said, "If you can heal the scourge of death, a little sacrifice is worth it." ”

"It's just that Yuejiangliu has just been hit by death, and you have been injured at the root. This trick comes out again, may it be supported? ”

Yue Jiangliu nodded at Mo Dumping's reminder and said, "It's okay! He turned back to the string and said, "Although I have made arrangements, I don't know what happened to Xuehai Wuyan at this time." ”

"Damn it, I can't save it. Those who remain depend on the will of God. ”

After Yue Jiangliu finished speaking, the brilliance in his hand flashed, the divine sword "All Things" exuded infinite brilliance, and the "Divine Confucian Xuanyin" had come out.

"There are five elements in the sky, which lead to the five aspirations. The heart is happy, the liver is angry, the spleen is thinking, the lungs are worried, and the kidneys are fearful. ”

"Heaven and man correspond, so there are five tones. The spleen responds to the palace, and its voice is diffuse and slow; The lungs should be quotient, and their voices should be cleared; The liver should be horned, and its voice is long; The heart responds, and its voice is strong; The kidneys should be feathers, and their voices are deep and thin"

Yuejiangliu is based on the five elements to forge the body of heaven and man, is an expert in manipulating the five elements, and understands divinity and human nature, and knows the secret of the seven emotions and six desires. At the moment when he forged his soul for Yanmen Guxue, he spied on his memory, and "Confucianism Xuanzhang" was also one of them.

Stepping on the first and second to play the horn sound is the original feeling, walking the propylene and Ding to play the Huiyin is the reason, You Wuji is the palace sound for the criminal situation, the trend Gengxin is the Shang sound for the love, and finally stepping on the non and the feather sound for the hook.

As soon as the five tones came out, the heavens and the earth suddenly became colorful, and sentient beings were bewildered by it and entered the realm of bliss one after another.

Xian Zhiyin and Mo Dump Chi withdrew from the battlefield when Yuejiangliu performed "Confucianism Xuanzhang" with swordsmanship.

Yue Jiangliu grabbed the aura of Yanmen Guxue in the sky and said, "Lend your aura to use!" ”

As soon as the divine sword was rolled, the aura was dispersed and turned into the qi of the five elements, and with it as a guide, the power of the Confucianism and Xuanzhang went straight to the bottom of the heart of the god of death.

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There is no end to learning, and the war is also in full swing.

Mingzhu Qiufu swordsmanship is like a bright moonlight, spotless, perfect and poignant.

The heart moves with the sword, and he realizes the sword, and his swordsmanship is clear and noble, just like his person. His swordsmanship interprets his life, so crystal clear.

The depth of Yang Sen's skill can be described as appalling, but at this time, he hesitated under Mingzhu's sword. Even against the enemy, he also admires it, what a pure swordsman.

And Tai Shihou was surrounded by countless students who were confused at this time, and it was difficult to play half a point in his life, plus he was poisoned, and he was entangled.

Yue Lingxi sent a desperate love letter to the woman in a cherry blossom kimono, recruiting and attacking, fighting for her life, and the battle situation was also anxious.

Presiding over the great array around the sad wind, his eyes are firmly locked on the battlefield, and when there is an accident, he will move with thunder.

The remaining person, Situ Yan, held the whip in his hand, urging the students and the people to evacuate.

Looking around, there are not many Xuehai disciples left, but most of the martial arts people rely on their own strength and watch the battle.

Farther afield, very few people have withdrawn. Or the homeland is difficult to leave, or the family wealth is difficult to give up, or it is a fluke.

Situ Yan watched the disciples who went to persuade the common people to be surrounded by the crowd, so he gave an order. Let this group of disciples evacuate.

At this moment, boundless sacred music suddenly came from the sky, like the sound of heaven descending, and like the Buddha Lord Pudu in the world, everyone's hearts couldn't help but swing, wanting to fall into the holy sound.

Mingzhu Qiu swordsmanship directly refers to the six feelings, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, good, evil, the so-called six feelings of stagnation, the will to stay in God, to the heart of the heart and move, the sword intent rises casually, beyond the secular norms. At this time, when I heard this heavenly sound, I only felt that the sword heart was covered with dust, and the swordsmanship was extremely difficult, and the spirit of the body was intermittent, as if I had met a natural enemy nemesis.

Mingzhu is also a decisive person, covering up with a sword and withdrawing away.

As the deacon of the club, Yue Lingxi also realized at this time, this kind of happiness of cutting off the seven emotions and six desires is a divine Confucian Xuanzhang. In a panic, he was seized by the desperate love letter, and after a knife, his arm was dyed red.

Xia Yudu was originally a cautious person, and when he saw Mingzhu begging for time to withdraw, he knew that he couldn't do anything, so he quietly retreated.

At this time, the string bosom friend and the ink dumping pool retreated here: "Everyone, retreat!" ”

After speaking, regardless of everyone's reaction, Mo Dump Chi shook the students who had not been evacuated, and took them into action and galloped away.

And the string bosom friend cares about the people, throws the bowl, turns into infinite light, and earns infinite people.

Many martial arts people saw Xuehai's sudden evacuation signal, and they became alert in their hearts, and they began to gallop.

"Dingding... Dongdong..."Just like the mother's chant before going to bed, everyone was confused again.

Yue Lingxi, Situ Yan, Rao Beifeng, and others hurriedly collected their minds, and turned to the remaining unconscious disciples on the ground, and immediately turned into streamers and disappeared into the distance.

The desperate book obsessively looked ahead, as if he had finally waited for the return of that man!

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On the battlefield, Yuejiangliu used swordsmanship to interpret the "Confucianism Xuanyin", a sword and a sound, straight into the heart of the master of Taixue.

At this time, the master of Taixue, under the infection of the age of the dead country, sank deeper and deeper, and gradually lost himself in his heart, exuding a strong aura of death.

"Lethe, the life of drifting... What is the truth? ”

"Lethe, the life of drifting... What is the truth! ”

The two voices gradually blended into one. After a while, he finally turned into one: "I am the god of death, coming to the world, not killing, not redemption, I just want to complete my game." ”

And at this moment, the strongest power of Yuejiangliu's "Divine Confucian Xuanyin" was also stimulated.

Before death, four vortices gradually appeared. In the depths of the whirlpool, a terrifying shadow slowly took shape to absorb the power of death.

The eyes are completely dizzy, the deaf ears that pierce the ears are deaf and rebellious, the words of the iron fiber throat are ominous and concealed, and finally the cheeks are full of grimaces.

Each of the four holds a strange soldier, and his face is hideous, and he incarnates from the power of death.

Of these four, Yuejiangliu had already known the origin of the four levels of death from the power of death obtained from Haitang in the night.

All four are the result of the evil that the Grim Reaper extracts from the human heart, and are the opposite of the seeds of hope that Sirius obtained, with the only difference being the power that the Grim Reaper bestows on both.

The four levels of the god of death were sleeping in the power of the god of death, and at this time, they were forcibly hooked out by Yue Jiangliu using the "Divine Confucian Xuanzhang" that cut off the seven emotions and six desires.

Xuanyin attacks the seven emotions and six desires, and the four levels of death are in the foundation of existence, and the true power of the god of death has not been mastered by the master of Taixue, and he is in a deep sleep, which gives Yuejiangliu a chance.