Above the sky, there was a cloud of mist.

In the darkness, a group of demons and ghosts are still frightened, and they still can't stop running.

Yan Xiake and the others stood in the ruins, looking at the extreme distance where the mist was rolling, and they lost their minds for a while.

Who wins and who loses?

"Yan Daxia, we, what should we do?"

Wei Shaoyou's heart was tumbling, and he was a little overwhelmed.

His conjecture was so terrible that he was a little suffocated at this time, and he didn't even dare to say it.

Yan Xiake didn't look at him, still looking at the Netherworld City from afar, and her voice was low:

"Wait!"

This netherworld is like a cage, if no one leads the way, even the primordial gods can't enter or exit, all they can do at this time is to wait.

Other than that, they simply don't have anything they can do.

Mingxin Taoist sat in the ruins, out of nowhere to find a classic, kept flipping, and said something in his mouth:

"Netherworld Monarch Sacrifice, Netherworld Monarch Sacrifice ....."

Boom~

At the bottom of the netherworld, the huge dragon's head rose and fell, and the scarlet and violent eyes couldn't help but glow with a hint of disappointment.

Why stop?

Keep fighting......

He let out a low roar in his heart, causing the entire Netherworld to shake slightly.

He didn't know who this sudden Daoist was, but after a collision, he had already seen that this Daoist was definitely not an idle person, and Xie Qi was burdensome, so he might not be able to beat him.

But things didn't change with his will.

"Huh?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

He knew that this 'good' was not for him, but for another 'person'.

Because, with Xie Qi's voice landing.

Instead of sitting with his back to him, the black impermanence that had been silent for thousands of years had slowly raised his head.

It is clearly sitting with his back to him, and according to the direction, he should not see the black impermanence at all.

But Anderson saw it.

Black impermanence, not too dark, its complexion bronze, above the high bridge of the nose, a pair of dark eyes without the slightest white, after a trace of confusion, slowly regained clarity.

Then, An Qisheng heard the first words after the revival of black impermanence:

"Seventh brother, let's stop first."

His voice was hoarse and sharp, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, harsh, but exuding vitality, like the rising sun and the earth after a thunderstorm.

If it is said that the white impermanence Xie Qi is completely condensed by dead qi, and this black impermanence is the convergence of all vitality.

The two are also known as the messengers of life and death.

Interdependence and mutual restraint, it is precisely because of this subtle connection that Xie Qifang can carry his own origin and maintain the last wisp of black impermanence.

Only then did there be a chance of resurrection.

"Black Impermanence......"

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly condensed, and Xie Qi's stop was naturally because of this black impermanence.

In today's world, I'm afraid only he can change Xie Qi's desire to make a move.

However, this is not a good thing for Xie Qi, because carrying two people with the origin of one person is too much of a burden on him.

In fact, if it weren't for that, the aftermath of that collision wouldn't have spread to the Netherworld.

It's just that I don't want to affect the resurrection of black impermanence.

"Old Eight ......"

Xie Qi softly called his brother's name, and a gentle smile appeared on his indifferent face.

Just like the elder brother who dotes on his younger brother in a mortal family, there is no longer the slightest indifference and murderous intent.

If this scene is seen by the demons who have died at his hands for countless years, the monk is afraid that he will doubt his life.

In fact, at the bottom of the netherworld, the big demon ghost was stunned at this time, and almost thought that he had seen the wrong person.

"Brother Seven, over the years, I've suffered you......."

There was a hint of warmth in the black impermanence voice, as if it had just been freed from the silence of a thousand years, capturing every bit of this time.

"Brother, what did you say?"

Xie Qi shook his head lightly, and his voice became softer and softer:

"You can come back, Brother Seven is very happy."

The two brothers, one black and one white, sat with their backs to each other, and their voices were joyful, but unfortunately, under the maintenance of some invisible force, the two could not be separated, and they could not see each other at all.

And with the recovery of black impermanence and the recovery of his breath, the aura on Xie Qi's body also began to slowly fall, and in the end, the two maintained an extremely delicate balance.

Just like the sealing space that seals the 'toad', life and death are independent of each other, but they are interdependent.

The two brothers told about their parting and reunion, as if there was no one around.

An Qisheng stood in the distance, watching quietly, not disturbing, and not leaving.

After a long time, Xie Qi looked at An Qisheng again, his eyes calm with a hint of regret:

"Now, I really can't kill you......"

For more than a thousand years, and even longer, except for the Emperor Ten Heavens and the Netherworld, there seems to be no one in the world who is worthy of his help.

Even this An Qisheng, before he really competed, he didn't care much in his heart.

In the long years, he has seen too many Tianjiao and too many masters, but no one is his opponent, and even some people who are rampant in the world will go crazy when they look at themselves.

If possible, he really wanted to go all out and fight with this person who was valued by the prince, and share life and death.

Pity.......

Feeling the heavy pressure of the moon behind him, his heart gradually calmed down, and he stopped it.

"The eighth master is back, which can be regarded as a great joy, but the seventh master still has to think about it a little more......"

An Qisheng paced up to the top of the city and sighed softly:

"A thousand years of persistence will have the day when the eighth master returns, if you gather today and leave tomorrow, it will be a pity to ......"

In Qin Wuyi's memory, he could see that Xie Qi was a rare and pure person.

There are not many such people in the world.

"Daoyou is the one that Fu Jun once talked about, right? Sure enough, it is extraordinary, Seventh Brother is not a burden to me, and he may not be better than you. ”

Xie Qi was silent, but Hei Wuchang spoke softly:

"But, you persuaded the wrong person, the Netherworld Monarch Sacrifice, from beginning to end, it was my idea......."

Hei Wuchang slowly raised his head, obviously sitting with his back to him, but he seemed to be looking directly at An Qisheng.

"You?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Compared with Xie Qi's famous name, this black impermanence seems to have a very low sense of existence, and he is silent and extremely absent in various legends.

At this time, I feel that there is something unfathomable.

If his face is black, is his heart also black?

You must know that even Qin Wuyi, who has been stationed in the world for more than a thousand years, doesn't know about this matter at all!

It can be seen how deep this black impermanence is hidden.

"There are seven of us, and the third brother is the most bookish, but he is upright and strict in his heart, compared to many ghost tricks, he is not as good as me......"

Hei Wuchang sighed softly, as if he was reminiscing about the past, and as if he was organizing language.

An Qi stood at the head of the city, looking at the expressionless black face, and a deep ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Between the ripples, a wisp of pale imprint is slowly taking shape.

With the improvement of his realm, his attainments in the great supernatural power of dreaming Daqian have become more and more profound, but he still can't easily capture the traces of Xie Qi's destiny.

But once they fight, even if the Mandate of Heaven is not leaked after all, they still have to leave traces between heaven and earth.

"You're spying on us somehow?"

Hei Wuchang's eyes froze, and he suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

Xie Qi frowned slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Although he didn't realize it, he didn't doubt the judgment of black impermanence, and when the light of his eyes fell, there seemed to be a cold snap coming from heaven and earth.

"How so?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and as Xie Qi concentrated, the collection of spiritual imprints in his perspective suddenly slowed down to the point of almost stopping.

But he didn't panic, and still calmly looked at the black and white impermanence in front of him.

Dreaming may not be an invincible method, but it is impossible to find out about black impermanence, because in essence, he is still spying on the heavens and the earth.

Spying on the traces they have left between heaven and earth, not on their mysteries.

Yes, no one will feel it.

Unless, a person can take all traces of his existence in heaven and earth, past, present, future, what has happened and what has not yet happened, all to himself.

If there really is such a person in this world.

"What a clever means, even if it is close at hand, but you don't realize it......."

Hei Wuchang looked An Qisheng up and down, quite amazed:

"If I had a supernatural power like yours, it would be amazing......"

He seems to have been sure of that.

"How so?"

An Qisheng took the trouble to ask again, and he could feel that compared to Xie Qi's coldness, this black impermanence seemed to be more willing to confide.

Maybe it's his habit, or maybe it's the reason why he's been silent for more than a thousand years.

"When you spy on us in some way that I can't detect, I can probably guess that we pay more attention to you."

Hei Wuchang smiled lightly, and his voice was no longer hoarse, and became calm:

"Although I fell into silence, I am not really dead, what the seventh brother sees, hears, thinks and thinks, will be perceived by me, and in the silence and darkness that I have lost my perception of the outside world, the only thing I can do is to see, think, and figure out ....... over and over again."

To a certain extent, he and Xie Qi are already two sides of the same community, and what Xie Qi sees is also what he sees.

At this point, An Qisheng can also faintly feel:

"So what?"

"You came to this realm, about ninety-four years, nine months and thirteen days, according to the records of the book of life and death, your body also happened to die ninety-four years ago, and even, I can deduce the first moment you came to this realm......

Hei Wuchang's expression was calm, and he slowly said:

"Tai Chi induction chapter, Tai Chi gossip furnace, Tai Chi Shentong scattered hands, Qi seeds, Fengshen Tai...... Pile by pile, piece by piece, are where your flaws are, and from this pile of things, I guess you have some kind of means to peek into the mysteries of others......

Otherwise, even if you are a genius and a genius comparable to the Emperor of the Mansion, you will not be able to reach such a level in just ninety years......."

Speaking of this, Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows, and his pure black eyes were like the best mirror in the world, reflecting An Qisheng's face, and it seemed to penetrate his heart

"An Daoyou, your flaws,

Too much. ”

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