Unbelievable, unbelievable. The face in front of me is the unforgettable years in my heart.

Fighting spirit, pointing to the country, that is the blood boiling youth.

"You...... Lonely snow in Yanmen! The voice of the Death God Lord began to tremble.

"It's me, I'm the blood in your heart that can never be quenched." The young Taixue Master's eyebrows were full of heroism, and his words were full of pride in fighting heaven and earth.

It was this kind of pride that led Xuehai Wuya through one difficulty after another.

Xianzhiyin looked at the young face, and there seemed to be a war drum beating in his heart: "Senior, I'm back." ”

Facing the god of death, the young Taixue Master or Yanmen Guxue, pointed at the sword in his hand: "Let me awaken your forgotten memories." ”

As soon as the light shines on the ten worlds, the sword shadow falls from the sky, the law of man and the earth, the law of the earth, the law of heaven and the law of nature, and all things in nature turn into the sword of heaven and descend into the world. This incomparable sword technique made the Grim Reaper look sideways.

"Senior, I'm here to help you!" The string bosom friend turned into a sword, falling into the sky, causing thunder to shine.

Seeing the two of them rising up, Mo Dumpchi's "Public Opinion Campaign" also glowed with dazzling brilliance: "In the battle of the gods, how can I retreat." ”

The three swords came out at the same time, which made the Taixue Master of the god of death angry: "Even mortals dare to regret the sky." ”

Forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, the god of death shook his hand, and the Nine Hells opened, and the breath from the world of death blew into the yang world.

This breath was dark and deep, cold and piercing, and the heaven and earth that passed through it turned into ice crystals. With another grasp, the infinite breath turned into a death scythe.

At this moment when the power of the god of death was fully revealed, it awakened the infinite terrifying legend of the land of yin and yang.

"Excuse me...... Hate...... voices are male and female, old and young, the same is only the gritted tooth of resentment. Thousands of ancient resentments turned into shocking roars: "Death, death, where are you?" Where are you? ”

In a terrifying roar, a huge ship like a mountain suddenly crashed through the space. With bones as the body, the soul is the sail, exuding an endless dark atmosphere.

It does not belong to life, does not belong to death, does not enter reincarnation, and cannot rest in peace, the soul is forever trapped in the dead body, and is always tormented between life and death, so it is called the Huangquan Inducer.

They are all poor people who have been fooled by the Grim Reaper's deal. At this moment, feeling the breath of death, they instantly boiled, and finally had a direction to drive the "Ship Away" across the layers of void.

Above the bow of the ship, countless auras were vast and boundless, and the eyes locked on the layers of space with resentment: "Soon, soon, I have locked the target of the Death's location." ”

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Far away, the gloomy and sudden breath of the Grim Reaper's breath of the Three Treasures of the Grim Reaper in the public hall was like a drum.

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Farther up the mountain, a shocking sword aura cut the mountain into two sections, and in a sword light, the young white-haired swordsman rose into the sky.

I saw him carrying a withered corpse in his arms, tiptoeing down from the void. This person was instructed by Yuejiangliu to jump off the cliff and get the adventure of Shi Bo, who is now known as Wenjian Guhong.

"Senior, you have been fooled by death all your life and suffered a lot, I promised you that you will do it, and you will make him pay." After asking Jian Guhong, he easily untied the horn on his waist.

The horn was densely covered with Sanskrit and full of sacredness, and in the moonlight, the sword Guhong blew the horn.

This horn is the horn of hope, one of the Three Treasures of Death. Whoever blows the trumpet, death will grant any of his wishes.

The king of the Moon Clan, Youming, blew him, and the opportunity to resurrect his beloved wife also caused endless suffering for half a life. Qiu Daitian, who washed the scriptures for the sword Guhong, blew him and got the sword of death that did not belong to the world, but he also ended up in a miserable life and defended the wild cave. And now, with a promise to his benefactor, Ask Sword Guhong also blew it.

The horn sounded, the heaven and the earth suddenly thundered, and when Jian Guhong opened his eyes again, there was a world in front of him.

There is no sky above, no earth below, only endless fog in front of him, and Jian Guhong found himself standing on a secluded boat, and under the boat was the bottomless Lethe River.

This is the junction of life and death, the river of Lethe. Under the calm river is the lonely soul and wild ghost who cannot be reincarnated, and he doesn't dare to look at it more. In the face of this incredible magic spell, Jian Guhong was even more afraid of death.

Seluscular ferry, lonely forward. With a "calf" sound, the boat finally docked, and the fog that had always shrouded me finally dispersed, and in front of me was the Temple of Doom where the Grim Reaper was.

Looking at it, on the solemn throne, a person sits alone. Only the corners of his handsome lips are visible under the black cloak.

He looked at the chess game in front of him with relish: "Interesting, really interesting?" Asking Jian Guhong looked at it, and saw another figure dressed as a god of death fighting with the three Confucian masters in full swing.

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Looking at the god of death in front of them, the three of them did not flinch, and the sword light converged into a long river, using the peerless sword edge of the lonely snow of Yanmen as a guide to attack the god of death.

The god of death did not flinch, the death sickle in his hand turned into a scythe, and the heaven and earth reproduced the style of the god of death: "Death, play and kill." ”

The Taixue Lord lived high for a long time, his eyes widened, looking down at the sword qi of the three of them, and he snorted coldly: "Before death, no one can be presumptuous!" ”

A horizontal slash is like opening the heavens and the earth, distinguishing the turbidity, and cutting the yin and yang.

Before the power of death, the heavens and the earth were shattered, and wherever the breath of death swept away, they were swallowed by it.

The long river of sword qi was like being thrown into a bottomless abyss, the golden light was extinguished, pale, and finally turned black and was swallowed by it.

The three of them only felt that the shadow of death was getting bigger and bigger, and the pressure seemed endless. "Sure enough, Shenwei can't compete with humans?"

Yanmen Guxue immediately made a decision, did not wait for his own decline, raised another sword, and cut off the sword qi and sang: "Master Taixue, eat my heart sword!" ”

The sword pointed at the center of the eyebrows, and a sword tire slowly revealed inch by inch from the center of the eyebrows.

The sword fetus is like a dream, like a murmur at midnight, and like an autumn sigh.

"The One of Hearts, the Lord of Form, is also the Lord of the Gods. Master Taixue, do you remember what your original intention was today? The sword was three inches up, and Yanmen Guxue's eyes seemed to dim a little, and the true yuan with no visible bottom began to float.

When Xian Zhiyin saw Yanmen Guxue's move, he couldn't help but change color. "Senior, why do you need to be like this?"

"Don't forget the original intention, you have to always; The original intention is easy to obtain, but it is always difficult to keep. Too much learning, no regrets for the master. "Mo Dump Chi has been loyal to Confucianism all his life, and the people who have traveled with him have forgotten their original intentions and have become corpse guards, and this is the case when they see it. Therefore, he lived in isolation and ran away from the court. At this time, I saw that the master of Taixue sent his heart sword and showed all his life's wishes, and his heart was shocked.

As soon as the heart sword came out, Yanmen Guxue seemed to be drained of her spirit, but the sword fetus was shining more and more.

Seeing this life-fighting move, the god of death sneered: "If you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will be able to do it for a long time." How foolish it is to cling to the incompleteness. ”

Pointing his hand, he saw a black sword tire appear, "Go!" The god of death shouted, and the black sword heart carried an incomparable death qi to meet the brilliant sword fetus of Yanmen Guxue.

In a split second between the two sword hearts, the glass sword fetus suddenly spread out, allowing the death sword heart to attack itself.

"Senior!"

"Master Taixue!"

Such a sword, even in its heyday, it is difficult to take it, not to mention that at this time, Yanmen Guxue is already at the end of the strong crossbow, and all the true yuan is taken away by Jian Xin.

Seeing this scene, the string bosom friend was moved, and the true yuan was no longer reserved, and he used the strongest move of the three absolute "rain falls, and all Vientiane chaos is destroyed!" ”。

String bosom friend with a Zen heart as the guide, the great wish of the world to purify the world, only to see the golden rain of heaven and earth.

"Self-refuge in the Buddha, one should wish all sentient beings to realize the Great Dao and have a supreme mind."

"Self-refuge in the law, may all sentient beings go deep into the scriptures and wisdom like the sea."

"If you take refuge in the Sangha, you should wish all sentient beings to rule over the masses without hindrance."

With supreme bodhichitta to induce the indefinite form, turning the anger into peace, and for a while, the breath of death was suppressed.

Out in one style, hit the pitch-black sword heart, but the difference between man and god is more healing.

The sword heart came out, and Xuanhuang overturned. The string bosom friend only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the true yuan was like a wild wave rolling upside down, with a "poof" sound, and blood spilled the heavens and the earth.

The black sword heart was hindered by this, and its power was greatly reduced, and when the ink poured into the pool, the sword was pointed at it, and the stunt came out again.

"A Thousand Waterfalls"

With a cold drink, the sword light rushed straight towards the black sword heart like a waterfall. After Qianfeng, although the sword fetus is the same as the rock, it also consumes half of Tai.

On the other hand, the streamer sword heart, at the moment of a moment, it dodged the black sword heart and dissipated it, and then turned into a streamer and injected it into the chest of the Taixue Master.

The sword heart of Taixue entered the body for a moment, and endless memories came to mind.

"Those who want to be clear and virtuous in the world will rule their country first; Those who want to rule their country must first gather their families; Those who want to gather their families must first cultivate their bodies; Those who want to cultivate their bodies must first correct their hearts; Those who want to correct their hearts must first be sincere in their intentions......"

"Confucianism, should establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a way for the people, go to the saints to continue learning, and open peace for all generations."

"There is virtue in the Tai, followed by meritorious service, followed by speech, although it has not been abandoned for a long time, this is immortal."

Countless great wishes and great deeds came to mind together, and it seemed that a hand had swept away the dust of time, making the silent chest of the Taixue Master's chest start beating again.

"The original heart, the original heart! If the heart goes back to the beginning, can everything be repeated? "Master Taixue only felt that he was trapped in a cold box, and although he could feel his every move, he couldn't control it at all.