What is Ghost King?

The word ghost king is not just a simple title, nor is it just the king of ten thousand ghosts, the ghost king, that is a terrifying existence that has its own way, can be turned into an enchantment, and control the life and death of a realm, although Mu Yi has experienced the horror of the enchantment, but in fact, the power of the enchantment is less than one percent of the heyday.

Otherwise, if it were in its heyday, the ten Mu Yi would follow the mortal, and they would also be turned into ashes in an instant.

When Yan Qing was in mid-air, condescending, and said these words indifferently, Mu Yi had a bad premonition in his heart, the strength of the other party at the moment was somewhat beyond his imagination, he originally thought that he could recover quickly, and his strength could definitely suppress the other party, but he didn't expect that the other party could suppress him by virtue of the realm alone.

Especially right now, he has a bad feeling, this bad feeling is not only the upcoming crisis, but also Yan Qing herself.

"The Tao of this palace is to kill, kill all the men in the world, kill the people here, today, this palace kills the way and adds you another soul." When Yan Qing said this, she couldn't see half of her emotion, absolute reason, or ruthlessness.

"Killing?"

As soon as Mu Yi listened to Yan Qing's words, his eyes suddenly changed, the whole sky, or the world, turned red, and at Yan Qing's feet, there was an extra river of blood, and the blood waves were rolling in it, and even Mu Yi could smell a strong bloody gas.

In that river of blood, countless severed limbs and bones, some walked with the waves, some stretched out their hands, trying to grasp something, and countless resentful spirits were roaring, and the sound carried some strange fluctuations, wanting to suck the souls of people into it.

If it was before, Mu Yi might have a headache, but now, with the slight trembling of the salary lamp in the sea of knowledge, the voice in his mind was directly shattered and driven out, no matter what the sound outside, he could never be hooked in the slightest.

"This palace gives you death."

In mid-air, Yan Qing pointed at Mu Yi expressionlessly, and with this finger, the last two lotus petals behind Yan Qing withered at the same time, and the blood river under her feet shrank instantly, and it also merged into that finger.

In Mu Yi's eyes, this finger turned into a monstrous river of blood, falling from above the nine heavens, even the stars would be shattered in front of this river of blood, let alone a person who was just a mortal in the flesh.

And Yan Qing's words were directly imprinted into his heart, as if he had directly reversed the cause and effect.

"I'm dead."

Mu Yi suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was really dead, and he turned a blind eye to the blood river above his head, and even he gradually closed his eyes.

"Brother, brother!"

When Mu Yi's consciousness began to dissipate and his soul was about to sink, a call suddenly sounded in the depths of his heart, and the voice seemed to come from a distant place, which was not real, but that familiarity made Mu Yi's body shake.

"Brother!"

At this time, the call sounded again, and even more clearly.

"Who's calling me?? Brother? Mu Yi seemed to have forgotten who he was, he could only guess who this voice was in a daze, why did it give him a cordial and familiar feeling? Secretly, he felt that the owner of the voice was important to him.

"Brother, wake up."

"Wake up? Am I sleeping? Or is it just a dream? Mu Yi kept thinking in his heart.

"By the way, who am I? I seem to have forgotten something. ”

Mu Yi frowned, trying to think about the things he had forgotten, but there was a pain in his head, as if a force was preventing him from thinking about everything.

"No, I'll remember it."

Mu Yi roared in his heart, and his strong thoughts turned into a big hand and rumbled into the darkness.

Click!

After a soft sound, a pale blue light pierced through the darkness and fell on Mu Yi.

"I remember, I'm Mu Yi, I'm in... Fight! ”

When Mu Yi's words fell, his suppressed aura skyrocketed, breaking through Yan Qing's blockade.

"Dao, this is the Dao, such a terrible Dao, but even the Tao can't suppress me, can't make me lose myself."

Mu Yi kept shouting, the breath on his body rose again and again, beyond the limit that he could reach, this crisis, although it was dangerous for him, but it was also a grind, although the price was death, but he finally survived, the most important thing in this is the call from the bottom of his heart, that is the call of Nian Nu'er.

Because he refined the bamboo of the years and made it a natal weapon, he also had a heart-to-heart with Nian Nu'er, and at that critical moment, Nian Nu'er felt his danger, woke up from his deep sleep, and kept calling him.

Although all this is long, but in fact, it is less than a moment of time, the spiritual world is different from the outside world, if the consciousness is strong enough, maybe the spiritual world has experienced a day, a year, and the outside is only a moment, an instantaneous time.

When Mu Yi opened his eyes again, all illusions disappeared, there was neither a river of blood nor death in front of him, there was just a jade finger, constantly approaching his eyebrows, if Mu Yi woke up a breath or two later, I am afraid that the finger eye was pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and at that time, even if Da Luo Jinxian descended to earth, it might not be able to save his life.

"Fist intent, in fact, is a manifestation of will, I have practiced nameless boxing for many years, this boxing method has long been deeply rooted in my bones, imprinted in the soul, and this set of boxing methods can attract the power of the mind, this mental power, in fact, is actually a kind of fist intent, in fact, I have already reached the threshold, but I have not been clear how to get in, now, for the fist will I have understood, fist will, that is, my will."

Mu Yi is clear-minded, the more crisis, the calmer he becomes, this is a talent, the most suitable for fighting.

As for the fist intent, when he realized it, he had already mastered it all.

Pinch your fist and throw it out with one punch.

This punch, there is no earth-shattering momentum, not even overlapping fist shadows, this is just a simple punch, but this punch has been integrated into all of Mu Yi's comprehension so far, so it is a fist, and it is also a whole.

Similarly, this punch is a painting, on which Mu Yi's life is painted, it is to follow the old way to walk the rivers and lakes, to cry alone in Funiu Mountain, to be firm after going down the mountain, and to be confused in the killing, this picture scroll is to draw Mu Yi's life, which is his intention.

Punch is meaning, but also life.

This is Mu Yi's comprehension, and it is also his fist.

In mid-air, Yan Qing, who had always been indifferent, finally changed color, and Mu Yi's simple single punch was an invincible and unbreakable punch.

"Click!"

The fist and fingers collided again, and then there was a crisp sound, and Mu Yi clearly saw that Yan Qing's fingers were broken, like ceramics, turning into pieces, from the fingers, to the palm, to the arms, and then to the entire body.

"This..."

After a punch, the momentum dissipated, and the courtyard gradually returned to calm, but Yan Qing turned into fragments in front of Mu Yi and floated away with the wind, and those fragments continued to shatter in the wind, getting smaller and smaller, until they turned into dust.

"How so?" Mu Yi was a little surprised, although he also knew that the punch that condensed his fist intent was terrifying, and it could be called his strongest attack at the moment, but he didn't expect that Yan Qing would turn into ashes under this punch.

In the ashes, a figure looked at him, it was Yan Qing, more precisely, it was the soul of the ghost king, that face was completely different from Yan Qing, although it was equally beautiful, but with a hint of woodenness, no expression, let alone life, there was no color in those eyes, only black and white.

The moment she saw these eyes, Mu Yi's heart trembled, maybe this is the real ghost king, and it is also her heart, her world has long been colorless, and there is only pain, because Mu Yi felt a sense of relief from the other party, and death is a relief for her.

At this moment, Mu Yi understood why the other party's reaction was so fierce at the beginning, and he would be so resistant to the path he chose for the other party, because she had long been fed up with others choosing for her, she wanted to go by herself, even if it was death, she was willing.

In other words, the moment Mu Yi found her, she had already decided to die.

It is not so much that the other party is scattered in Mu Yi's punch, it is better to say that she has prepared a withering feast for herself, the lotus flower represents her life, when the lotus flower withers, it is also the time when she dies, even if there is no Mu Yi's punch, even if Mu Yi dies in her hands in the end, she will also turn into ashes, this is her choice, or fate.

"Am I wrong?" Mu Yi was a little dazed, watching the other party's soul fly away, but he couldn't do anything, and even all of this was because of him, what would happen if he didn't come? At least the other party will not die.

"No, I'm not wrong, you have your choice, and I have my insistence." Mu Yi looked at the place where the ghost king's soul was scattered and said softly.

At this moment, a light breeze blew, and everything was gone.

Mu Yi shook his head and was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a wisp of fluctuation coming from the small building, which made him stunned, and then he entered the small building, and finally, he found a painting on the second floor, on which was a woman holding an umbrella, standing on a bridge, looking at the world on this side of the painting in a daze.

The woman in the painting is Yan Qing, the real Yan Qing.

Mu Yi didn't expect Yan Qing's soul to exist in this way, but thinking that everything was done by the ghost king, she didn't kill the other party's soul, but sealed her in the painting, maybe one day in the future, she can return to her body.

But now, everything is impossible, because her body has also turned into ashes, so Yan Qing in the painting will either exist like this for the rest of her life, or she will be reincarnated and become a new person.

With the previous lesson, Mu Yi will not help the other party choose, fate should be in his own hands, for him, for Yan Qing, and even for the wisp of the ghost king's dead soul.

"You are happy, at least you still have the right to choose."

Mu Yi looked at Yan Qing in the painting and said softly, the beauty in the painting seemed to blink.