The Grave Weepers, as the name suggests, are the characters who communicate with the spirits of all things in the world, whether the souls are alive or dead, light or dark, and have the ability to communicate with them. But this ability is not only communication, but also a kind of awareness and perception of all things. Most of the ancient witches were able to communicate with heaven and earth and all spirits, and could see what others could not see and perceive what others did not know, because they were weeping graves.

And at this moment, the nine and a half who have the ability of the weeping grave, when facing the seven lives with a vigorous killing machine, it is difficult for him to find a second emotion in his heart besides fear.

It seems that the former glory has lost itself, and the so-called Buddha and demon are only a line apart, and the golden Buddha nature is surging in the eyes of the nine and a half eyes, but it is a scene of vigorous demonic energy and being shrouded in pitch black. Qisheng is no longer a Buddha, his so-called prostitutes have gone the crooked way, he has stepped into the realm of the demon king from the most fanatical Buddhist disciple in the world, and all this truth is only presented in the eyes of Jiuhan.

Is the demon so terrible?

"I am God, the only true God. ”

"I'm not a disciple of Buddhism, I'm just a disciple of my respected teacher, a person who is about to become a god!"

"Why do mortals have to go through a lot of hardships to become a Buddha, and from a demon to a Buddha, they only need to put down the butcher's knife?"

At this time, Qisheng seemed to be crazy, the body wrapped in the dark demonic qi was vague and frantically saying one incoherent sentence after another, as if the donkey's lips were not on the horse's mouth, and they seemed to be related to each other. Jiu Ban just looked stunned and didn't dare to speak, but Wei Xicheng in his arms laughed when he listened.

"What martial arts seek is a refinement, your body and mind are swaying between Buddha and demons, you can neither become a Buddha, let alone become a demon!" The word "demon" exited, as if it was the roar of a King Kong lion, smashed straight into the heart of Qisheng. As if the old things had been put aside, Qisheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly there was a long silence between the hostile enemies of life and death, like death, silence.

After all, Qisheng slowly raised his right hand, and the eyes he looked at his right hand were almost lifeless. It is a kind of "mourning", losing one's conscience, losing one's nature, losing hope, and finally losing one's soul. He gently blew the dust off his hands, and said in a tone that was almost the hope of a thirsty man for the last sip of water, and the pleading tone of a starving man for the last bread: "Then I will take you away." ”

A minute later, he died.

All this was too fast for Jiuhan, so that when the corpse hung on the long sword in his hand, the young man's teeth had not yet been clenched, and he was still trembling slightly. Despite having the ability to weep and be able to see many things that others couldn't see, when the body that was surging black qi that had gradually faded rushed forward, Nine Half still didn't see the other party's movements clearly and met him recklessly.

"I must not let Brother Wei die here!"

With this thought, Jiuhan hurriedly raised his long sword to meet the pitch-black body, and the sound of a body being cut came into his ears, and the next moment, the dark aura that had been filled began to weaken sharply, and when Jiuhan opened his eyes, there was only a corpse hanging on the long sword in his hand in front of him, and that face, he should not know.

Everything came too suddenly, I don't know when it started, suddenly bursts of warm current were transmitted through the long sword into Jiuhan's body, and his whole body became numb. The tingling sensation was transmitted from the hands to the head and then from top to bottom through the body to the limbs, and finally the hands of the nine and a half were released, and the long sword fell down heavily, along with the seven lives.

It seemed that for a few moments, the consciousness of the nine and a half was lost, wandering out of the world, and disappeared.

The return of the nine-and-a-half consciousness was caused by the chirping of a luanbird. When Jiu Ban came back to his senses, the first thing he saw was the figure of Luan Niao flying farther and farther away from the nine heavens, and then what caught his eyes was his long sword that had been inserted into the ground, and the aging Qisheng on the long sword that was not human.

Ordinary people practice, and what they seek is a "rank immortal class". In fact, being ranked in the immortal class is just a nice way to say it, who doesn't want to be immortal and immortal, and immortal youth and not be destroyed by the years? Seven beings want to become a god, but in fact, what they want is just an immortality. He seemed to be standing in front of the Grim Reaper, in a state of some kind of rotten wood about to collapse. It's just that at this moment, the abbot of the Susu Temple is wrinkled, and even a single white hair has disappeared on his body that has not much hair. The flesh that was strong a few minutes ago was now like a dry skeleton, and around the long sword inserted in the abdomen, not even a drop of blood could be found, and even the wound seemed to have dried up the blood, leaving only the old exorcist shell and the eyes that were still shining and staring at the nine and a half years.

And those eyes are just a return to the light.

When he looked at those eyes, Jiuhan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. What kind of eyes are they that have such complex emotions? Greed, remorse, and even a hint of pity? How do these three completely incompatible feelings come together into one pair of eyes? But before he could make the next move, Qisheng's eyes suddenly closed, and both eyeballs became extremely black, as if something terrible had happened.

"So...... Your name is Nine and a Half, right?" the autumn wind blew up, bringing a slight coolness to everyone's bodies. At this moment, Qisheng's voice was like that of an old man in the twilight, slow and powerful. Only his head could move on his old body, but he still raised his right arm with difficulty to reach the ninth half, but he failed in the end.

Nine and a half did not answer his words, but stared firmly into his eyes, and Seven Beings responded with deep eyes. The two of them just stared at each other like that, looking like a pair of old enemies, fighting with each other. It's just that the difference is that Jiuhan's eyes are still clear and bright, while Qisheng's eyes are becoming more and more cloudy and dim, and the light has disappeared.

The surrounding sounds had gradually subsided, and the Luan Bird flew away and Yue Mangong fell unconscious, leaving only the sound of Wei Xicheng's slow but powerful breathing. The man's breathing was soft but deep, and between the ups and downs it was like the breath of the waves, it was the old rivers and lakes. As Wei Xicheng breathed, Jiu Ban secretly slowly clenched his fists. What he may not even have noticed is that even if his fists are clenched at this moment, his movements are much more powerful than before. It is said that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, although he can see relatively clearly the white silk threads that are still constantly leading from Qisheng's body to his body, as if they are transmitting something, he still focuses his main attention on Qisheng's body.

That dangerous man will never let his guard down until he dies.

It seemed that the corner of his eye swept to Jiuhan's clenched fists, and Qisheng, who also seemed to be aware of something else, suddenly smiled. It was a hearty laugh, neither high-flying nor hateful or malicious, just laughing. The laughter was deafening, and it passed through the head of the nine and a half to Wei Xicheng's ears, and the latter was so startled that he forcibly raised his head to see what was going on.

It was a lot of fireworks.

With the burning of the Susu Temple, the already old and shriveled shell of Qisheng gradually began to burn and disintegrate. In the midst of the raging flames, the old white flesh began to drift away little by little, starting with the feet, and the flesh was scorched and blackened little by little, and then returned to nothingness. The body was gradually disappearing, but there was no painful look on Qisheng's face, he just kept laughing, smiling, as if he was laughing at Jiuhan, and as if he was happy for him.

But what's the joy of? Nobody knows.

"For you are me, and I am not God. These were the last words that Qisheng left in this world, and then his entire remaining body suddenly turned into a stream of white light, and it rushed straight into the center of the nine and a half eyebrows and disappeared.

And that white light was also the last memory of the nine and a half coma.

When he was conscious again, Nine and a Half found himself in a pure white world. He himself woke up from a "plane", and everything around him was white. It's not so much a white world as a world where there's nothing. Everything is as smooth as a mirror, as if there are no boundaries, but it seems to be close at hand.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew behind him, and the hair on the back of his neck was upside down, and he knew that someone had appeared behind him. The instinct of self-preservation made his muscles tense instantly, and then a straight punch slammed into his back, and then, the straight punch hit the air.

An unfamiliar voice appeared in front of Jiu Ban's eyes with an unfamiliar face, the voice was very ordinary and even simple, and it was a character that had never appeared in Jiu Ban's memory: "Why, are young people so irritable now?" The unfamiliar and young face smiled, which really made people unable to mention hostility. However, Jiu Ban still put on a fighting posture, after all, it was dangerous enough for an inexplicable person to appear in such a strange place.

"Who are you?

"I, someone who just been killed by you. ”

"Let it go...... Fart!Pretending to be a cow, a ghost, a snake, and a god, how can a person come back from the dead!" Hearing the other party's words, a layer of cold sweat surged out of Jiuhan's body in an instant. Standing in front of him turned out to be Qisheng who had just been killed by himself? How could this person who looked and voiced not at all like Qisheng be him? It must be a scam!

So, almost like an instinctive reaction of the muscles, Jiu Ban swung another straight punch towards the opponent's face, but this time it still didn't hit: because he clearly saw that his fist went straight through the opponent's head and hit it directly!

"How is it, are you still fighting?" "Qisheng" still looked at Jiu and a half with a smile, which made him feel furious in his heart.

But just as Jiu Ban was about to speak, the white barrier around him shook violently, and a trace of hesitation suddenly appeared on the face of the "Seven Lives" opposite. But the hesitation was fleeting, and the tone of "Seven Lives" was as usual: "Actually, you guessed right, I am Seven Lives, this is what I looked like when I was young." Before I died, I forcibly left myself in the world with my last breath, just to ask you a few questions. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Like, are you from outside the world?"

"Like, do you have no memory?"

"For another example, is there a person's qi that you absorbed?"

The three questions were like three heavy hammers slamming into Jiuhan's heart. Obviously, he said everything, but the man opposite had already seen through all his secrets. Although even he himself is not sure whether he is a "foreigner" person, the memory loss and the ability to absorb the three coins are undoubted. Could it be that people are dying and their words are good? Could it be that these "seven lives" are actually psychic when they are about to ascend to heaven?

No, it won't. Even if he sees through it, what can he do, "borrowing the sky" has already made a good start, and I will never give up! Thinking of this, Jiuhan's originally lowered eyes opened, and his eyes looked firmly at the "Seven Lives" in front of him, but at the moment when the two sides looked at each other, he suddenly found that the person opposite him had begun to age at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Not only the physical aging, but also the original vivid eyes of "Seven Lives" in the eyes of the nine and a half years also dimmed instantly, and his eyes lowered while his body gradually fell apart with the collapse of the white world around him, as if from this moment on, the big world began to collapse. Compared to this, what made Jiuhan feel even more frightened was the layers of deep black that appeared after the collapse of the white world. Black is boundless and there is no end in sight, and the world in which the white nine and a half live is wrapped in black like a hard-boiled egg, but what is beyond the black?

Think about it.

The white world is shattering faster and faster, and those rich and deep blacks are gradually falling, which is unsettling. Jiu Ban stared at the eyes of the "Seven Lives" tightly, as if he wanted to see something from the gloomy eyes, but with the collapse of the small world around him, the will of the "Seven Lives" seemed to collapse with it.

The collapse of the body of the "Seven Lives" is comprehensive and fragmented. He was like a doll that had been torn apart, reassembled, and then peeled back apart, and every part of his body was scattered and scattered one by one. His appearance was too abrupt, and his passing was too dreamy, which made Jiuhan's heart a little unacceptable for a while, but at the same time, Jiuhan felt a little self-blaming and even sad, after all, no matter how powerful Qisheng was, he would die on his own knife after all. Watching a person die twice in front of him, this feeling makes Jiuhan feel like he is in self-denial, beyond words.

It seems that he felt the mood fluctuations in Jiuhan's heart, or maybe it was a return to the light, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of "Qisheng", he raised his head and looked at Jiuban in a daze, and the next moment the only remaining head in the fragmented body turned into a ball of light, and when Jiuban had not yet reacted, it went straight into his mind.

At the last moment before the coma, Jiu Ban seemed to feel a hazy consciousness passing two sentences:

"You are who I am, and I am the better me. ”

"Watch out for that person. ”

The Imperial Palace, a courtyard somewhere, at night.

A man wrapped in bandages sat alone in the middle of the courtyard, motionless. The only thing on his body that wasn't covered in bandages was a pair of eyes, which he used to look up at the stars, and in a daze.

That person was Wei Xiyan.

After the battle of the Tsusu Temple, Luan Bird flew away, and he, Jiu Ban and Yue Mangong all survived. After the battle, Jiu Ban fell into a coma directly, and he Wei Xi took the seriously injured himself and Xiao Fan, who showed his original form, to be brought back to the palace by Yue Mangong after he had been awakened. At this moment, Xiao Fan, who had not yet recovered his human form, was healing in the room behind him, and although he had lost his ability to fight, Wei Xicheng still felt that it would be more reassuring to stay in the courtyard.

The sky is very clean tonight, there are no stars, no moon, and no dark clouds, and the only thing Wei Xicheng can do under the starry sky that is not oppressive at all is to be in a daze. Maybe it was because he was too stunned, he didn't notice Yue Mangong's arrival at all, until Yue Mangong spoke:

"Brother Wei, there is nothing in the sky, what are you looking at?"

Wei Xicheng turned his head, Yue Mangong was leaning against the pillar behind him with a pot of wine at the moment, and he was full of wine, and it seemed that he had already drunk it. "Oh, your wine. Yue Mangong casually threw the wine jug towards Wei Xicheng. Despite being covered in bandages and still troublesome to move, Wei Xicheng managed to catch the flask with difficulty.

Wei Xicheng, who caught the flask, turned his only pair of eyes that were not wrapped in bandages, looked at the flask, then looked at Wei Xicheng, and then looked at the flask, and said nothing.

"What, don't you drink because you dislike me?"

"This is a thirty-year-old peach blossom brew, and I only have ten pots in my hand. ”

"Oh, Brother Wei, don't be so restrained, what can you do with a pot ......of wine?

Yue Mangong seemed to want to chatter, but Wei Xicheng raised his hand to interrupt his chatter:

"I'm wrapped in bandages all over my body, do you want me to drink with my eyes?"