After entering the main hall, the man floated the woman into the air, her clothes fluttering, and the fragrance disappeared. The woman's face slowly became haggard under the starlight, and the scattered green silk faded into white hair.

The man took a guqin in the hall, and the lacquer of the guqin had a broken line, which was like a plum blossom and bloomed at the end of the qin.

In the wind and snow, there is only one person who is affectionate, and she once called the wind flower and snow moon qin.

The man sits cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, and his slender hands caressing the strings like a jumping koi.

The sound of the piano is clear, like a fluttering butterfly, and the broken butterfly shadow dances a permanent parting. The artistic conception is melodious and continuous, without half sadness, but it makes the listener feel deeply, and the tears linger silently.

As the piano sounded, the hall trembled. The amethyst black yao temple pillar carved with the phoenix totem began to crack, and in the music played by the man, it gradually shattered, turning into a dark amethyst black yao and flying to the woman's side, and forming a purple crystal coffin to protect the woman in it.

The sound of the piano continued, and the temple pillar engraved with dragon patterns also turned into an amethyst coffin and sat next to the woman's coffin. The two crystal coffins are each painted with dragon patterns and phoenix shadows, which complement each other.

The moonlight is elegant, the stars are lingering, and the road is inexhaustible, breaking the strings, paving the blood of the fingers, freezing the time of this moment. The sound of the piano echoed in the bleak place, and there were no two stars.

At the end of the song, the Star and Moon Temple shattered inch by inch, turning into mottled stardust that surrounded them, constantly rotating and shining, with the crystal coffin as the center, creating a huge nebula in a moment.

The "Star and Moon Temple" disappeared, which was built by the colorful glaze that the man went to the Caixia Immortal Palace to obtain back then, the amethyst black light that he searched for deep into the depths of the Yu Abyss, and the flame lava mined at the edge of purgatory. The temple that he had worked so hard to build for the woman was now scattered into stardust.

"Yue'er, this temple was originally built for you, and now that you have turned into red dust, I will let it pay tribute to you. The man looked at the woman in the amethyst coffin and said sadly. Looking closely, a sparkle of sparkle floated through the corner of his eye.

"Xingyue Temple" was originally named after the names of the two of them, the man's name was Chenxing, and the woman's name was Jiaoyue.

Chenxing held it with his bare hands, and a mixed yuan Fang Tian halberd appeared in his hand, the halberd contained endless star power, the double moon knife flashed cold, and it was juxtaposed on the head of the gun, and the red blood groove with the thickness of this finger hovered on the handle of the gun, like a smart dragon, winding from the handle to the head of the gun.

I saw Chenxing standing in the sky above the amethyst black coffin, and the red hellfire surrounded his whole body, burning wildly and insolently.

When the flames receded, a purple-red armor had already condensed on Chenxing's body, and on the armor, the magic characters outlined by the black lines on his chest revealed the domineering spirit of looking at the world. The back faintly shows the totem of some kind of holy beast, exuding the ferocity of an ancient beast.

Chenxing lifted Fang Tian's halberd and pointed to the void in front of him, and a crisp dragon groan sounded.

"Black and white imp, if you dare to touch her soul today, I don't mind killing your gate of the underworld!"

Chenxing's voice resounded in all directions, and after speaking, he disappeared above the crystal coffin.

And in the distance, the void that Chenxing had just pointed to was flooded with air ripples, and it took a long time to subside. It was the black and white impermanence sent by Hades to seduce the soul.

This time, he came to take the soul of the woman and take her into reincarnation, ending this life.

Hearing Chenxing say this, the black and white ghost actually hid back and disappeared into the vast stardust.

Hua Feng trembled uncontrollably, it was not because of fear, but anger, a kind of anger that wanted to destroy heaven and earth!

Another step forward, he was already sweating profusely, followed by the second step, then the third step. When the third step fell, the scene ahead changed again.

A green and quiet bamboo forest appeared in front of Hua Feng's eyes, with mottled bamboo shadows and rustling bamboo leaves.

Chenxing was dressed in a blue brocade robe, embroidered with red Yinglong, and the momentum was monstrous. Carrying a guqin, there is a lacquer at the end of the piano, and a broken line is cracked. The broken lines are so strange that they are born, like the plum blossoms that are found in the snow.

Slowly sitting on a bluestone, slender and graceful hands gently caress the strings, undulating, the air is flooded with layers of ripples. The timbre is like a pool of clear water, clear and fresh, overflowing and spreading, filling every space in the bamboo forest.

A woman in green clothes walked out of the forest, the woman had a pair of willow eyebrows, small cherry lips, and cheeks that were as fat as jade were flushed with peach.

It can be said that the hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, and the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrow.

In the midst of that wonderful sound, it is the beautiful woman who dances. It is like the fairy dancing in the bamboo forest, and it is like a fairy descending into the world without being tainted with dust.

As soon as the song fell, the dance danced, and the bright moon walked to the side of Chenxing, leaned and sat down, looking at him tenderly.

"Star, how do you think of my dancing today?"

"Beauty, beauty makes my heart move, but it still seems that something is missing. Chenxing lowered his head as if in deep thought and whispered.

Bright Moon leaned over to Chenxing and asked, "Oh, tell me, what's missing?"

The corners of Chenxing's mouth suddenly lifted lightly, and he smiled evilly, and his thick arms took Jiaoyue into his arms, leaned down and kissed it hard.

The wind blew through the forest, and the sunlight shone through the emerald bamboo leaves, rendering the two men.

Chenxing raised his head, looked at the watery eyes of Jiaoyue, and replied to her affectionately: "Missing my kiss!"

Kyaukyue sneered and slapped Chenxing's chest and snuggled into his arms.

The bamboo leaves are scattered, spinning and falling with a light posture.

The figures of the two froze in place, the sky above the bamboo forest was slowly covered with dark clouds, the slightest lightning filled the air, the space began to fall apart, and everything fell into the boundless chaos.

An image was refracted in the chaos, it was the wreckage of the Star Moon Temple, Chenxing was covered in blood, his armor was broken, and he knelt in front of the purple crystal coffin of the bright moon with the broken Mixed Yuan Fang Heavenly Halberd.

Chenxing raised his head to the sky and roared, and countless demonic qi wrapped around his body, which also turned into a crystal coffin, and lined up next to the coffin of the bright moon.

When the demonic energy dissipated, the crystal coffin slowly merged into one, and the star and the bright moon were attached to each other in the crystal coffin.

Chenxing's primordial spirit was separated from his body, and his hands were sealed, sealing the two crystal coffins that carried their bodies in the nebula of this Star and Moon Temple.

The primordial god held the broken Chaos Fang Heavenly Halberd and swung it towards Chaos, the Chaos Void trembled for a moment, and then a pitch-black crack appeared, and without the slightest hesitation, he stepped in.

The chaos then turned into darkness and spread, the darkness gradually became clear, and what appeared in front of Hua Feng's eyes was the riverside full of flowers on the other side, and the flowers on the river bank were still the other side flowers, but the difference was that these flowers were white, called mandala.

A little ghost wailed, dragged his scimitar and ran to a dead tree by the Santu River, and one staggered and crawled on the ground, worshipping the two old men on the dead tree, and telling something in horror.

There is a dead tree called the collar tree where the river flows through the three ways, and the two ghosts of the cloth-snatching woman and the hanger live on the tree, who specially take the clothes of the deceased and hang them on the branches, and judge the severity of the deceased's sinful karma from the height of the drooping branches, and then send them to the next hall.

And the hall guarded by the two ghosts of the robber and the hanging clothes is called the Sin Sect Hall, which is one of the eighteen halls of the underworld.

At this time, I heard the report of the little ghost, and there was an evil spirit in the front hall, and it would not be long before he entered this hall. The cloth-snatcher opened her eyes angrily, leaned over the tree, and said to the hanger, "Old man, how long has it been since no one dared to make trouble here, it's time to get up and move this old bone." ”

The man in the hanging clothes closed his eyes tightly, and was not moved, but just muttered softly: "This person was by no means an idle person in his life, why did he fall to this place when he entered the mansion?

Before the words fell, I saw a man outside the door, dragging a dying imp in his left hand, and a broken Fang Tian halberd in his right hand, rushing in quickly.

Seeing the man's appearance and momentum, the hanging man trembled, and laboriously spat out a name he couldn't believe: "Chenxing?"

"It doesn't matter what star or moon he is, if he dares to come to my sin sect hall to make a mistake, he will not be able to go to reincarnation!"

Chenxing suddenly sensed a cold aura coming from his face, and he dodged backwards with the force of his toes, dodging the scythe sliced across his neck.

Chenxing froze down, unloading his strength with his left hand on the ground, and reflexively struck a blow against the whirlwind of the scythe.

"Hugh is going to get in the way of this seat, hurry up and dodge, maybe I can spare you from death!" Chenxing was anxious and uneasy, because the bright moon was about to enter reincarnation, and at this moment he was stopped again.

The cloth-snatching woman looked at him playfully, and her piercing voice permeated the entire Sin Sect Hall, "You have already been a sin of annihilation when you come here to make a mistake, and you actually want to take my life?"

As she spoke, the scythe in her hand emitted countless black shadows and swept towards Chenxing. The shadows of the scythe were like evil spirits, and they were extremely fierce.

Looking at the black shadow rushing towards him, Chenxing stood the broken halberd on the ground, his hands sealed, and his whole body gradually turned into a virtual shadow. The shadow of the scythe whistled by, disappearing into the shadow.

And behind the Cloth-Snatcher, another phantom slowly emerged, followed by the countless sickle shadows, slashing towards the Cloth-Snatcher.

Everything happened in an instant, and the Clothsnatcher didn't realize that the Scythe Shadow she had unleashed was about to end herself.

"Bang Bang"

A bright white chain encircled the cloth-snatcher in the middle, meeting the fierce shadow of the sickle.

At this time, Chen Xing didn't look back, holding Fang Tian's halberd, and jumped into the next hall door.

The hanger stretched out his hand to store the chain in the cuff, stopped the robber who wanted to chase him, and said, "Don't chase anymore, you can't fight him." ”

"Why don't you chase after you? Do you want to bear the wrath of Hades?" The cloth-snatching woman was unwilling to defend herself, but she still couldn't let go of that breath.

Looking at the direction where Chenxing was gone, he sighed with palpitations, "Did you ever know that a day ago, the Protoss had a vein that was washed by the blood of the Demon Venerable?"

The Lady asked him disdainfully, "What does that have to do with this evil spirit?"

"This evil ghost is the Demon Venerable of the Mixed Heavens, the King of the Demon Race-Chenxing!" said the Hanging Clothes Man with his long beard.

She still didn't want to believe it, "He is not at the end of his life, and he is the supreme of the demon world, why did he appear in the underworld?"

The hanger shook his head and returned to the tree, "Since he came, it was not a good one! It's not the anger that you and I can bear, and there are indispensable ghosts on this Huangquan Road." ”

And in the place where the shadow of the star disappeared, the petals of a flower on the other side turned blood-red, floating in the wind, standing among the sea of white flowers.

On the road to the Yellow Springs, Chenxing carried Fang Tian's halberd through several halls of the underworld until the bank of the Lechuan River.