CHAPTER XIX

Hell is gone

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Jiang Heng's right hand stretched out, and the Xuanzhong Sword flew back into his hand.

Luo Jiao's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but say, "A green bamboo!"

"Madame recognizes this bamboo?"

Jiang Heng asked when he saw Luo Xuan, who was a little surprised.

Luo Jian shook his head, but said, "I don't recognize it, but I know that there was once a person in this world who used a green bamboo stick to reach the point of being beyond the reach of the gods!"

"Oh?"

It was the first time Jiang Heng had heard about the green bamboo stick, because before that, this thing had always been just a piece of bamboo in the eyes of others.

But Luo Prison, a ghost that has existed for more than 10,000 years, actually said that someone once used a green bamboo, is it the same?

Luo Prison recalled: "That should be a rare good person in the world, in his eyes there is no difference between ghosts, gods, men and demons, and some are just creatures in this world!"

Her memories were as if she was in them, and Jiang Heng thought in her heart, what should that person look like.

It's a pity that people should not have a chance.

Luo Jian continued, "I don't know if the green bamboo stick is the green bamboo, but it can be regarded as a good thing that the small one can reach the master's hand. Only those with good hearts and innocent hearts can master the green bamboo, otherwise there will be a disaster of killing. ”

"Madame is overrated!"

Jiang Heng smiled lightly, holding a sword in one hand.

Flying into the sky, the sky suddenly became dark and thick clouds were thick. A sword slashed in the direction of the sunset, and in an instant, time and space were crushed. A spatial crack the size of a city gate was cracked, and the edge of the crack was covered with lightning, and sometimes there was a roar of thunder.

"A stick shattered the space, something that only leaders from all walks of life can do, what realm has he cultivated to, he has already done it!"

Zhou Chong was shocked.

"Master Hou, it's a little bit more! I used the power of the emerald bamboo stick to split the space, not my skill. Besides, this opened space is still far from what the lords of all walks of life have opened up!" Jiang Heng explained to Zhou Chong.

In fact, he just borrowed the strength of the Martial Emperor Feicheng in his body, and instantly reached such a high level of cultivation.

Even he didn't expect that Martial Emperor Feicheng would have such a ability to split the crack in the world and enter the Yellow Spring.

It was also the first time he had seen the entrance to Huangquan Road.

What is that ghostly wandering underworld?

Jiang Heng, who had practiced a ghost technique, wanted to know everything there...... It's a pity that my strength at the moment is far from the level of going there.

The old ghost said that he still needs to improve, because that world is far from being understood by ordinary people.

"Thank you, sir!"

Luo Jian thanked Jiang Heng and continued: "My Mr. Guan has a ghost spirit, and he should have cultivated the art of my ghost clan. The art of the ghost clan is not easy to master, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the devil's path. Sir better be careful, Fang is good. ”

"Thank you, ma'am, for the reminder!

Jiang Heng thanked him: "It's Huangquan Road in front, Madame should hurry up and get on the road, the space I opened can't even maintain half a cup of tea." In case there will be accidents. ”

"Sir, farewell!"

Luo Jian turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly jumped out of the prison and pulled Luo Prison to prevent it from entering.

"Mother!"

It turned out that the son of Luo Prison had come to the people.

I saw that he suddenly turned around and knelt in front of Jiang Heng, and asked Jiang Heng emotionally: "Please sir, spare my mother! ”

"Kid!"

Luo Xuan, who had already stepped into Huangquan Road with half a foot, looked at that figure, and her emotions instantly fell to a low point.

Jiang Heng turned to Luo Prison's son and said, "Your mother is no longer half human, staying by your side will only bring you disaster! ”

But in the face of a son who only has his mother in his eyes, his emotions are only concentrated in one place: "No, as long as I can be with my mother." I don't care if I fold my birthday!

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Just as Jiang Heng hesitated, a butterfly came and fell into Jiang Heng's hand, but it was as white as paper.

Jiang Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed the white butterfly, and after the butterfly unfolded, there was a line of words inside.

After seeing the content of that word, Jiang Heng's body was shocked.

The reason for this is that the butterfly made of paper reads:

"Luo Ji, the son of Luo Prison, will die today, and Zhou Hanchang, the husband of Luo Prison, has been waiting for Luo Prison in the Lechuan River for more than 5,000 years. What do you do?"

Who wrote this to themselves?

Who is it?

Jiang Heng felt a pair of strange eyes staring at him behind him, and that feeling was very bad.

Whether it was danger or good luck is impossible to say.

Jiang Heng put away the white paper butterfly, and the paper butterfly instantly turned into a fire and burned to ashes.

Jiang Heng gritted his teeth and turned to stare at Luo Xuan's mother and son and said, "Madam, I'm sorry!"

Jiang Heng stepped forward and grabbed Luo Jiao's son Luo Koji and made a seal with one hand.

I saw that Luo Ji's soul was immediately separated from his body!

Everyone was amazed!

Looking at Luo Prison, whose body and soul were instantly stripped away, as a mother, she instinctively roared: "Why are you doing this?"

Jiang Heng didn't explain, and continued to draw the magic seal on Luo Ji's body!

Then with a palm, he pushed Luo Prison and Luo Koji into the Huangquan Road.

The rift in the space healed.

A gust of wind blowing with yellow sand blew, and where the spatial crack disappeared, only an inch of desolation remained.

While Zhou Chong and the others were still hesitating, Jiang Heng grabbed the bodies of Luo Ji and Luo Jiao.

One hundred miles into the Zhenluo Mountain.

When it arrived, Zhou Chong and others arrived. Jiang Heng was standing in front of a new tomb.

The tomb is located in a calm place in the mountains, and the beautiful view of the whole mountain range is in front of you. There is a monument in front of the tomb, which reads: The tomb of Luo Ji and his son Luo Ji. Jiang Hengli.

"Sir!"

Zhou Chong looked at Jiang Heng, who was stunned, and said.

Jiang Heng came back to his senses and said to Zhou Chong: "I hope that Master Hou can let people come to give the mother and son some incense and burn some paper money every year today." ”

Although Zhou Chong didn't know what Jiang Heng had done, he still replied, "I will do what Mr. wants!"

After all, Jiang Heng is powerful, perhaps it is precisely because of his strength that it is not easy for ordinary people to understand what he wants to do.

Since then, the "Xiaozha in the World", which has been circulating in the world, suddenly has an extra "New Chapter", and there is an additional story of Luo Prison in the "New Chapter".

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No one knows what Jiang Heng thought of after the paper butterfly, but it is true that Luo Prison's mother and son did not resent Jiang Heng. As for what happened to the mother and son, no one knows. Only the ghosts who pass by the Lethe River will see three ghosts who seem to be a family of three wandering back and forth in the Lethe River! This family of three did not feel pain because of the torment of the Lethe River, but their faces were full of happiness. Let every ghost who passes by be moved!

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It may be good to be reincarnated. But if there is no you on the road to the next life, then what is the meaning of being a human being......

Because there is nothing more painful in this world than parting.....