A pitch-black chain shot out from the void, entangled the unsuspecting Mao Xiaofang's divine soul, and the divine soul struggled to break the pitch-black chain, but was dragged out of the formation by the chain.

"Stop."

"How daring."

Roars came and went, and Shachen moved the fastest, holding the Seven Star Glaive Knife in one hand and slashing at the pitch-black chains.

With a "clang", sparks splashed everywhere, and the Seven Star Glaive Knife failed to cut the chains, for this, Shachen had already expected it, and the other hand grabbed the chains and pulled them, and a grim reaper in a black tunic flew out and fell beside Shachen.

Shachen's eyes were cold, and there was no extra movement, and he slammed a punch on the god of death, and the god of death "boomed" and disappeared into black smoke.

"Master, the Five Elements Escape Method."

"Bold, dare to obstruct the law enforcement of the prefecture." Mao Xiaofang was about to cast a spell to break free from the soul chain, when an angry voice sounded.

Six Grim Reapers, all dressed in black tunics, appeared ghostly with their hands behind their backs, their eyes staring at the dust with fire.

"Who are you?"

The ninth uncle and the four-eyed Taoist stood in front of Mao Xiaofang, staring at them suspiciously, all the people present were cultivators, and they were no strangers to the breath of the Yin God of the underworld.

"The Grim Reaper."

"The prefecture enforces the law, the idle people dodge, and the violators hook their souls on the spot."

"Mao Xiaofang, you should have died in the hands of the blood demon, someone is willing to borrow your life, Jizo is merciful, and agrees to extend your life, but you are destined to have no immortal fate, and the day of your cultivation breakthrough is the time when your soul returns to the underworld, this is the decree of Jizo, Mao Xiaofang, come with us." A Grim Reaper said coldly.

Uncle Jiu, Four-Eyed Daoren, Ma Xiaohai, you look at me, I look at you, at a loss, seeing that Mao Xiaofang has become a night tour mage, the Maoshan faction is getting stronger and stronger, and suddenly a group of deaths ran out and said that Mao Xiaofang was dead, and if he wanted to hook his soul, it would be difficult for anyone to accept it.

"Cultivators make breakthroughs in cultivation and extend their lifespans, this is the principle of heaven, you say that if you have enough souls, you will hook the soul, where is the majesty of cultivators?"

"The affairs of the yang world, the yang world will take care of it, it is not your turn to dictate the underworld, I have already shown mercy to my subordinates, don't force me to kill you." Shachen said coldly.

"Presumptuous."

"Get out."

The six Grim Reapers' faces were gloomy, staring at the dust, if their eyes could kill, the dust would be full of holes by now.

"The decree of the Jizo law must not be disobeyed."

"The order of life and death, no one can break it, if you continue to be stubborn, we will hook your soul together."

"Get out of the way!"

Shachen's eyes were cold, he took a step forward, and the cultivation in the late stage of the night tour broke out, the whistling wind suddenly stopped, the swaying leaves and flames were strangely frozen on the swinging trajectory, and the whole world was silent.

"I'm here, you can try to move a hair of my master?"

Feeling the oppression of fear, the six gods of death showed a trace of fear in their eyes, took a deep breath, and the soul chain appeared in their hands with a "clang" sound, and the atmosphere tensed up in an instant.

"Dust, stop."

Mao Xiaofang spoke, the expression and tone on the face of the god soul were very calm, as if he had already known that he was going to die, and said politely to the god of death: "Please don't do it, I'll go with you, but before I go, I want to know who is the person who borrowed my birthday for me." ”

The leading Grim Reaper's face softened slightly, "I'm sorry, it's not something we can know, Jizo Mercy will do its best to help the Yin Soul eliminate its obsessions, if you must know, I can apply to the top for you, and you can ask the King of Jizo yourself." ”

"Thank you, I still have a question, what will happen to the person who lent me Shouyuan?" Mao Xiaofang asked.

The god of death said: "Borrowing longevity, that is, someone lends you their own longevity, you live one more day, the person who borrows longevity will live one day less, and will fall into aging in advance, life is better than death." ”

Mao Xiaofang was silent, his eyes involuntarily swept over the faces of Shachen, Ma Xiaohai, Uncle Nine and others, and Uncle Nine also looked at each other, and finally fixed their eyes on Shachen.

"I don't ask who borrowed my life for me, I have lived all these years in exchange for other people's lives, which makes me very painful and sad. I'm not afraid of death, I've been doing what I should do, I have no regrets in this life, and even if I die now, I don't have many regrets. ”

"You're stupid, I'll never have peace of mind when I live." Mao Xiaofang didn't know who he said this to, and Shachen felt that he was saying it to him.

Shachen wasn't sure who borrowed Mao Xiaofang's birthday, was it him? Although such thoughts had occurred in his head, he felt that it was not.

"Master, you have your free and easy openness, and I also have my persistence, I won't let them take you away in front of me." The sand and dust slowly walked out, and the silver light on the Seven Star Glaive Knife flickered, and the voice was very small, but it was unquestionably resolute.

"Ah Chen, life and death have a fate, wealth is in the sky, this is my life."

"Then I'll help you change your life."

"Dust!" Mao Xiaofang shouted, his voice was very loud, containing majesty and anger, "Never forget your identity as a disciple of the Maoshan Sect, always remember what I told you, or do you feel that your wings are stiff, and I can't control you?" ”

"If you still treat me as a master and respect me, get out of the way and don't let me be disappointed in you again before I die, you have already disappointed me once."

"Providence is hard to disobey, don't be emotional. Death, for a person who is not afraid of life and death, is just an innocuous reincarnation, bringing him a new life, if there is fate, we will meet in the next life. Mao Xiaofang said.

"Master!"

Shachen's nose was sour, and he held the Seven Star Glaive Knife tightly, he felt frustrated again, when he did not hesitate to violate the rules of the door and pick up the Yang Returning Forbidden Spell to summon Mao Xiaofang's soul to return, Mao Xiaofang was so resolute, he didn't even have the idea of survival.

Does he really see through life and death?

Or are you bored with this life?

"Senior Brother Sha, respect Master's choice." Ma Xiaohai patted Sha Chen's shoulder and pressed down the Seven Star Glaive Knife that he was holding across his chest.

"Ah Chen, you are too attached to your feelings, this is an advantage and a disadvantage, cultivators must let go of attachment."

"Grim Reapers, let's go."

The six Grim Reapers, vigilantly glanced at the dust, grabbed Mao Xiaofang's soul left and right, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"No, Master......"

A heart-rending voice came, and the grief-stricken dust in his heart was covered with chills, and his face turned pale and disappeared in an instant.

When the sand and dust reappeared, he felt that the world was quiet, the wind had stopped, and he could not hear the ugly cry of the spirit bird and the cry of Rosan, but only saw her cold little face hazy with tears, looking at him helplessly.

But he only had her in his eyes.

The woman who fell into Rosan's arms and slept quietly, yes, she just fell asleep and would wake up in a moment.

Shachen comforted himself like this, the Seven Star Glaive Knife fell to the ground with a "clang", squatted down to take Ren Tingting from Luo Sang's hand, and he smiled at her.

Ren Tingting's body temperature cooled down quickly, there was no heartbeat, and Shachen said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'll save you." ”

Two zombie teeth burst out of their lips, and Luo Sang and Uncle Nine turned their heads one after another, unable to bear to look at them, and no one stopped them.

He bit Ren Tingting's fair neck without hesitation, one second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes...... The temperature of the blood cooled, and a tear slipped from the corner of the sandy eye.

Standing up slowly, letting the cold tears slide down his face, he felt that his blood was getting colder, his heart was getting colder, the whole person was very calm, and everything lost color in his eyes.

"Rosan, come here."

Rosan's face was stained with tears, her heart was beating faster, she felt a chill to the bone, she was afraid of the dust at this moment.

"Master."

"Take this well......" He handed her his Qiankun bag, Luo Sang's face turned pale, and he looked up at him bravely, and was shocked to find that his green eyes were crawling with bloodshots, red and dazzling, and vaguely, she saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Master, don't."

"I'm going to bring them back."

The voice fell, the space in front of him cracked inch by inch, and the sand and dust disappeared in one step.

Thank you for your generous reward.

I haven't had a cold for a long time, and when I get sick, I will try to keep it updated.

(End of chapter)