In the chaos, it was hazy.

A great monk held a simple knife, stood on a mountain cliff, looked at the chaos around Sumeru, and was silent.

The scene of déjà vu, the confusion of things and people.

He is a ghost monk, and he doesn't ask.

What his original name was, no one in the world knew except for a few people who knew it.

The simple knife in his hand is even more rare people have seen its grandeur.

In addition to Bai Changsheng, he had seen and understood before.

The Pu knife is very old, the knife is one zhang long, and the bottom is followed by Luohan wood, and the head of the knife is shining gold.

There are a lot of treasures on it, which makes people dizzy.

With a little luck, the true qi will go straight to the sky, and the head of the knife will also shine, as early as many years ago, this was the careful thinking of the ghost monk to show off his martial arts.

He was young, rampant, and ignorant.

But after so many years, no one knows how he survived, and no one knows what kind of beliefs and stubbornness he adheres to in his heart.

He had followed a person, and that person's name was Bai Sanshi.

At this time, Bai Sanshi was standing in front of the ghost monk, with his back to him, and the corners of his clothes were tornado.

It was a blue-gray robe, draped over Bai Sanshi's body, which had been shaken by wind and rain several times, tattered but never discarded.

Bai Sanshi's hands were very rough, and there were many calluses on his fingertips, and the friction was very heavy.

The hair is silver-gray, and Bai Sanshi is very old at this time.

Bai Sanshi didn't look back, as if he couldn't see someone behind him, his attention was all in front, and there was a young man in front of him.

With a smile in the corner of his eyes, the man was very arrogant, and his unruly appearance made people feel a lot of fear.

This person is very strong and has a strong kung fu, which can be seen at a glance.

Bai Sanshi was saying something to him, and the young man looked dismissive.

Holding a knife in his hand, this person compared to drawing, as if he was going to fight with Bai Sanshi.

Bai Sanshi smiled, and it was obvious from behind.

The young man, visibly enraged, rushed with his sword, but as soon as he took a step, he saw that the heavens and the earth had changed color.

One after another, the essence of light shone, and the wind and clouds changed color for a while, and the young man had already knelt down before he could make a move.

No one knew what was going on between the lightning and flint, only to see the young man look shocked and look at the ground in front of him.

Slowly, the young man bit his lip, as if he was unwilling, but he was helpless.

Tilting his head to the side, the young man threw in the towel.

At this time, Bai Sanshi nodded and waved his hand, only to see that the young man could barely stand up.

There were many vines wrapped around his feet, and he didn't know when or how they grew.

The ghost monk at that time was invincible.

At that time, Bai Sanshi was incomprehensible.

The ghost monk looked at the scene in front of him, clenched the Pu knife tightly, and made a slight sound, and Bai Sanshi in front of him seemed to be aware of it.

He smiled back, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

The ghost monk was in tears, looking at the old master from afar across the long river of time, and burst into tears.

The scene shattered, crumbling into nothingness.

The ghost monk took another look, but found himself standing in front of a green mountain, where a protracted battle was going on.

Countless bones were buried at his feet, and his unwilling eyes burst out of the deepest despair in the bottom of people's hearts.

They all died, without exception.

There is only one person, standing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, and it is Bai Sanshi.

He stared at the other man without saying a word.

That man was strong, too strong to look at.

kept shooting, and the man's knife head condensed countless sparks, and he slashed down, but he didn't say a word in his mouth.

Bai Sanshi turned sideways, as if he had expected this person's routine, he didn't panic, but he struggled.

This person turned the knife sideways and slashed at Bai Sanshi's shoulder, but Bai Sanshi didn't dodge and went straight up.

Poof.

In this void, there is no sound, and the ghost monk can't hear it, but he can feel the sadness and blood.

Bai Sanshi stumbled a few steps, unable to stand firm, but still very strong, looking at the person in front of him, sad and speechless.

"First Father!! What really happened that day!! ”

Before the scene collapsed, the ghost monk yelled at the sky, but he couldn't stop this ending, the cause and effect collapsed, and he returned to nothingness.

A tear slipped down his face and dripped to the ground, this is a Jedi.

There is no way for the ghost monk to resist everything that happens, because it is all predestined cause and effect.

He saw Bai Sanshi again, and he also saw himself.

At this time, he was standing on Bai Sanshi's side, using all his strength to fight with the enemy in front of him.

The knife licks the blood, the gods and demons do not stop, and every time the ghost monk takes out the knife, he will bury a human life.

Bai Sanshi stood beside him, pointing at the country, and carrying his hands behind his back.

Just looking into the distance, there are endless enemies, and in the middle of those enemies, there are people he is familiar with.

Why betray, because of the world.

Bai Sanshi said a word in this nothingness, but there was no sound.

The ghost monk knew what he was talking about, and here he was talking to himself.

The bloody battle of that year, the tragedy of that day, and today, many years later, can't let him go.

The ghost monk fell to the ground, turning his face and covered in blood.

He wore a mask, not wanting people to see his true face, which was what Bai Sanshi meant back then.

If it weren't for this mask, he would have died, and it would have affected many people.

The ghost monk was covered in blood, lying on the ground and struggling to himself, with a hideous face but no cowardice.

But there are too many enemies, they are simply endless, and they are simply ferocious that cannot be resisted by manpower.

At that moment, a man flew over, and without saying a word, the man picked himself up and quickly ran away.

The sword light and sword shadow flowed into the ground, but it did not hurt the ghost monk in the slightest.

The ghost monk roared angrily, unwilling to retreat, but the man ignored him and fled away with him.

That person is none other than the Dust Ancestor.

Before leaving, the old ancestor of the dust took a deep look at Bai Sanshi, sighed, and left.

From beginning to end, Bai Sanshi did not look back, looking at the enemy in front of him, he was not chaotic or cowardly.

Since then, the ghost monk has not seen Bai Sanshi again, but he knows that he is dead, and in that case, Bai Sanshi will definitely die.

In this world, there are not so many accidents, and there are not so many lucks, that day is the sacrifice day of Bai Sanshi.

"Why are you letting me see this?"

The ghost monk lowered his head, tears did not stop, and smashed his face on the shackles, and there was a dingdong sound.

He was in a cell, his hands and feet chained, bound to a cross-shaped wooden frame.

The vital points and joints of his whole body were locked, and the waist-wrapping steel chain with the thickness of the bowl was tied to his body, and he couldn't break free even if he was strong in martial arts.

In front of him, there was a man standing.

That person is called Lou Ming.

"Because I want to know if anyone survived that war."

In Lou Ming's tone, there was a rare cautiousness, he stood in the shadows, and he caught the ghost monk.

"No, all dead, all dead, are you satisfied?"

The ghost monk seemed to be talking to himself, without anger or panic.

"What about the eighth year of Wanli, what happened?"

Lou Ming asked, almost coming out of the shadows, but he still held back.

The ghost monk raised his head and said nothing.

In the shadows, a sigh came:

"Don't you want to know everything about him? Now that his son is still on earth, have you turned a deaf ear to everything he has done? Do you want to abandon this great cause in the world? ”

Lou Ming roared in a low voice, his tone becoming more and more urgent, but the ghost monk still refused to say a word.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

This is the sigh of the lotus.

"Because I'm stubborn by nature."

This is the sharpness of the Pak knife.

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