A Taixuan Sutra, can it be written by you?

Changsheng smiled and white-headed, and he didn't know life and death!

The patterns are intertwined, the law is endless, and it pours into Kong Qionglou's sea of divine consciousness without defense. The three words contained in the mystery are extremely majestic, almost beyond the carrying limit of the physical body, and even the body twitches wildly, and a large amount of blood flows out of the seven orifices, and he looks up to the sky and roars, in pain. Fortunately, the mysterious texture quickly fell silent, and after merging with the divine sense, it disappeared without a trace.

"Still not grateful?!"

"I ...... I thank you for being a big-headed ghost!" Kong Qionglou didn't appreciate it, he almost exploded and died, he couldn't care about the other party's noble status anymore, and roared angrily: "Poor sour Ding, who asked you to ask you?!"

Shixian gave him an ancient artifact, although it is a generous gift from Monkey King, it does not represent any special significance, but the nature of the Supreme Dharma's teaching is completely different!

As the saying goes, the law is not passed on to the six ears, and the skills are not taught to the side branches, which is tantamount to passing the mantle of the immortal family to him. But such things are not child's play, and they are not simply inheritance of good fortune, but also include karma. In other words, anyone who has a big enmity with Shixian can come to Kong Qionglou to settle accounts. The father's debts are repaid by the son, and the master and apprentice are replaced, which is morally reasonable.

Shixian snorted, but did not force it.

Kong Qionglou just asked him if he wanted to attack the Realm Coffin? He said that he was going to die! Before he died, he casually passed on the Supreme Dharma to others, and it was better to say that he had no heart and no lungs, which was almost child's play. But what did he want to do, and why did he insist on doing it when he knew he was going to die?

Shixian seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "I'm going to do something that the Holy Gu Supreme doesn't dare to do!"

"For example?"

"For example...... Challenge a Grim Reaper in the graveyard and let the world bend for me!" The words are atmospheric, but the context is sad, "Run, the farther away the better, I'm afraid it's too late." Don't bear my Taixuan Sutra, and don't learn to write poetry. Fate is here, and the future life is good for itself. ”

Suddenly, the temperament of the poet immortal has undergone earth-shaking changes, as deep as the starry sky, as violent as the Hanhai, showing the posture that the immortal should have. His eyes turned purple, and he could no longer fit a small Kong Qionglou, and even heaven and earth were no longer enough to worry about.

"Hum—"

The long sword placed on his knee began to tremble inexplicably, as if he wanted to come out of the box and invite all enemies to fight!

"Boom ......"

This led to a series of terrible signs, and blood-red clouds pressed down on the top, close enough to be within reach. Behind the dark red, a long purple light seemed to be about to bloom, trying to break through the blockade of an unknown force and dyeing the sky purple before he would stop. But the blockade clearly took the initiative, and the thunder filled the ears, and the rain of "let's click" followed suit, knocking on the bones of different shapes, like a song.

A rain of blood swept the heavens and the earth!

Seeing this, Kong Qionglou did not hesitate, hurriedly bowed to Shixian to say goodbye, twisted his hair and ran wildly. The blood rain grew stronger, turned to torrent, and soon drenched him in blood. In my heart, I was already filled with infinite fear. The poet is here, and he actually wants to challenge a god of death and make heaven and earth bend their waists!

Death???

This is the second time it has been mentioned, but the "Grim Reaper" itself contains the word "death", how to kill it?

As a small miscellaneous fish that has just soared, Kong Qionglou is very knowledgeable about current affairs and knows when to make what kind of choice. At this moment, he wished he had four legs. The poet immortal claims to be the supreme, but the "Grim Reaper" sounds even more terrifying, and no one wants to stay on the battlefield between immortals and gods!

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng. The wine will be poured in, and the glass will not stop. ”

The poetry is great, and the whole world contends. Every word carries supreme coercion, and the earth of white bones is boiling and boiling, and there are thousands of ravines!

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me!"

The poet is lonely, and he will cry with me for a long time.

The immortals are dead, and the earth will mourn for me!

This is the true nature of the immortal family, and all the false names in the Nether Realm seem ridiculous compared to it. Although the death world is far from the legendary eternity, it is worth the trip to create a strong person like Shixian.

Kong Qionglou was full of awe, unable to describe the impact he was receiving at this moment, so he could only drift with the tide and sway with the earth. Almost using the strength to feed, he only ran a few kilometers away, and the size of the coffin didn't seem to change at all. Even if you do have four legs, you can't expect to get out safely.

The battlefield is heaven and earth!

"Let it go, it's all fate. His dissolute temperament troubled again, so he simply stopped, no longer blindly escaping, "I can see the fairy face like this, and I should have no regrets!"

"The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. "The speed of the recitation is getting faster and faster, and the frequency of the vibrations under my feet is getting more and more rapid...... The white clothes are not stained with dust, and they stand up with their swords, isolating themselves in the bloody wind and rain, and the momentary bloom is enough to illuminate the road ahead for eternity.

Suddenly, a round of purple sun crossed the sky!!

"That'...... That's the fate?!"

Shixian finally broke through the blockade of unknown forces, and the vast land was submerged in the vast glow.

Wherever the purple sun goes, the sea of bones is scattered into dust. Except for the difference in color, it is no different from the "sun" in Kong Qionglou's cognition, but it is even hotter. He thought that the end would be like corpses everywhere, and they would be wiped out under the bright light. But the purple light fell on his body very softly, and it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

Shixian drew his sword: "Death...... Let's fight!"

At the same time, the purple qi hung in the sky, blessed the sword, and slashed forward.

On top of Hong Da Wuji's coffin, a sword wound was added, which was as huge as a moat. At this moment, the space above the coffin seemed to be induced by some kind of induction, adhering to the vision, surging with evil energy, and weaving into a vast vortex of destruction like a dragon. Suddenly, a pitch-black lightning bolt rang out for no reason, and all the sounds of this heaven and earth were still in the next moment!

"What?!"

The blood clouds were dense and inexhaustible, and they began to fill the gap in the sky, and it didn't take long to cover the purple sun again.

Shixian was stunned, like a madman, and roared in the sky: "It's not fair!!"

"Sigh the law ......"

The low neighing of the horse in the ears was the first to sing from nowhere, followed by the rhythmic sound of thick hooves. A dead horse, as muddy as ink, complemented by evil aura and grace, covered with rotten skin that had not yet fallen off, and half of the delicate muscle texture and teeth were exposed, suddenly appearing on the edge of the coffin.

On horseback, sat a young girl, surrounded by the power of death, indifferently looking down on the white-clothed immortal on the earth!

In the blink of an eye, the dead horse landed from the clouds and stood opposite the white coat.

The wide hooded cloak enveloped the whole body, revealing only half of the cold face and two slender white hands. One holds the reins, the other holds a long-poleed scythe with a strange shape. On both sides of the horse's back, there was a bloody cloth bag, which was filled with shriveled human heads!

Shi Xian's face turned pale, and he no longer had his previous majesty, and muttered: "The great man of chivalry, blood splashed five steps, and the rebel of the immortal, slash the god in anger!" Half in vain and bitter, he swung his sword again, plunging the blade into the side of the dead horse's neck with all his might, but it had no effect on it.

There is only indifference.

The giant scythe was raised from the girl's shoulder, and the crescent-like scythe blade was only born for harvesting, and condescendingly hooked the poet's neck, and went back to the area. Quietly, the head full of poetry and pride separated from the body, and Wu Zi flipped a few times in mid-air, and fell into one of the cloth pockets impartially.

The bright red pillar of blood was a tall one, the white clothes were painted red, and the corpse stood without falling.

"Wow!"

The dead horse under his crotch jumped for joy, raised his hooves and stepped forward, greedily licking the blood gushing out of his neck, as if it were just red honey.

Xu is the sickle is too fast, or the poet is unwilling, the head in the cloth pocket is too late to die on the spot, frantically rolling his eyelids, and the handsome facial features of the wind god are distorted, becoming a nightmare that Kong Qionglou will never forget for the rest of his life!

After a few breaths, he said: "Li Bai is not convinced." ”

...... No more follow-up.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The chewing sound of teeth grinding against bones was creepy, but the dead horses ate with relish, and swallowed together with the blood-stained white clothes.

......

The downpour of blood will stop, and the world will return to tranquility. What can we do even if we drink through the earth and the purple sun crosses the sky? Everything is not the same as before, and it does not bend for anyone. Although the god of death had long since left, Kong Qionglou still couldn't suppress the tremor from the depths of his soul. Until then, he would never believe that he would be afraid to be like this.

I was even a little glad in my heart that he was an ant and didn't deserve the attention of death!

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

I don't know how long later, he returned to his place, staring at the pile of gnawed remains on the ground, Kong Qionglou said.

He painstakingly gathered all the pieces of flesh and blood in one place, and found a few huge pieces of animal bones to decorate. Subsequently, urging the weeping blood burial power in the body, the index finger carved the words "Tomb of the Poet Immortal Li Bai" on the surface of the animal bone. Bestowing and giving treasures is a great favor after all, at least this little thing is within our ability.

"Maybe one day, I'll come back and do the same!"

Kong Qionglou put away his cynicism, solemnly bowed a few times to the immortal tomb, and made a promise. Turning around and glancing at the coffin that reached the sky, he walked towards the vast land of white bones, and his figure disappeared into the misty distance. It won't be long before the raised bone dust will bury the surface. I'm afraid no one will know anymore that there is an immortal who can write poetry buried here!

But he didn't just want to avenge Shixian, they had just met, and they couldn't talk about sadness, but they didn't want to be bugs.

Be invincible!

......

Outside the distant cemetery, there are many holy places, and in countless sacred mountains and fairy soils, the door is shaken!

The Taoist who dances the sword leisurely, the first emperor who wears the dragon crown on his head, the overlord who carries the tripod with one hand, and the Zen ancestor who doesn't like words...... The big people who stood up to the sky and the earth all stopped what they were doing and stopped to look at the sky, all because of the purple sky full of the supreme life star...... A great star went out.

"Fellow Daoist, let's go!"

"Li Wa, Li Wa, you are a hanging skin, you know how to die all day long. Die, feel good, huh?!"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The death knell of some great forces with a long tradition rang for a long time, and the inkmen mourned together, and the people who wore linen were all in order to pay tribute to that person.

Tonight...... Shenggu is destined to have no sleep.