Just when Fei Wuji's hand touched Kong Qionglou's face, his left shoulder instantly became hot, and there was a handprint left by a good wealth boy. The handprint was like a moving tattoo, swimming along the surface of the skin, crawling straight up his cheek, blocking it for him!

The seven tricks still exist.

The facial features are still there.

Master Guanyin refused to help, but her disciple intervened. It was still the little kid who was kind, and after fulfilling his wish, he gave him another gift in addition to the fire-tipped spear and big money. I thought it was only used to sense two ancient artifacts, but it played a big role at the critical moment.

Fei Wuji was also surprised, and subconsciously touched it again, but was also stopped by the persistent little handprint.

"Ha, it's really an ancient holy baby red child whose sex is like fire. Your master knows how to leave a way back for himself, this apprentice is able to succeed, and this official will see that you can block it a few more times!"

The burning sensation caused by the small handprint quickly weakened, and after stopping it twice, it was already blurred to the point that it was about to disappear, and it would be a miracle to block it again at most. Although Kong Qionglou is fine, he has seen the miserable end of Ye Maniac, and his soul was almost touched by him, so naturally he will not stand stupidly and wait for that cheap paw to touch it again.

"Get out!!"

With a shout, he took the lead in flying towards the temple gate, but the two heavy temple doors suddenly closed, sealing the way out.

Fei Wuji smiled with a sinister face: "Hehe, although this place is the boundary of my king, this official is also a part of this place, and there are still some small means." Don't be afraid, young man, I won't kill you. Remember what I just said to you? There are many things in the world of death that are more terrible than death. What you are about to face is not death, but you want to die but can't die, forever!"

Nian Ci exclaimed, "Tuas, please have mercy!"

Kong Qionglou yelled at King Chuping, who was still stunned in the center of the hall, but did not receive a response.

If King Chuping is unwilling to admit it, even the Bodhisattva will be trapped here forever. If she can't get out, she will always face this group of unjust souls of the same generation, so she refuses to rescue them? Moreover, Kong Qionglou thinks things too simply. Don't forget, it's King Chu Ping who has the final say here, he really wants to see the truth, will he not see it?!

Hundreds of officials were stunned, smashing the masonry under their feet, breaking the eyebrow bone of their forehead, and the slimy plasma mixed with the white of the brain, but they still had to knock!

But these are just appearances, and this place shouldn't exist in the first place. I am afraid that the corpses of hundreds of officials have long since dried up their flesh and blood, so how can they bleed? Turning around, the lights in the hall have been turned off several times, and they are on the verge of ruin, but they will always stop at the last moment and stabilize a little. What Fei Wuji said is true, in the final analysis, it is still the choice of the ancient king!

"It's happened many times before and I can't count it, and this time it won't be any different. Fei Wuji let out a gritty grin, forcing Kong Qionglou and his party to a dead corner of the main hall, "What my king wants is eternal life, and what all ascended people want when they come to the death realm is not the same." No one can make the king give up eternal life, that person will not succeed, the Bodhisattva will not succeed, and you will be even worse. ”

Kong Qionglou sighed, and couldn't play any tricks anymore: "Alas, if eternal life is like this, I would rather never live." ”

On his body, there was an inexplicable boundless fighting intent, and even King Chuping in the macro light was stunned and glanced at this side!

He turned around and pinched the face of the boiled fish, touched Nian Ci's little bald head again, and grinned at a few people: "I wasted so much energy, I didn't expect to reach the end so quickly." But death is just like that, don't be afraid. I'm going to ask you to borrow something, and we're going to disgust this old ghost again when we're dying. ”

If you can't escape, fight!

If you can't fight, you'll die!

Life and death, and it's just a reckless husband in heaven and earth, who seems to have never died?!

Fei Wuji frowned, slightly shocked: "Why do life and death stay together? There are strange things in the kid, and it will be used to relieve boredom in the future!"

The sensationalism was only half instigated, but Kong Qionglou's whole person was hit by a huge force in front of the door, and he fell out with his head upside down, hitting the palace wall behind him. But this was not Fei Wuji's move, but the little handprint on his face that disappeared from the surface of his skin again, but the next moment it entered Kong Qionglou's sea of divine consciousness!

The small handprint escaped into a cloud of darkness, and three large luminous characters were dragged out from the depths of his divine consciousness, and then he was unable to continue and dissipated.

Too!

I couldn't react for a while, how could the little hand pull out the Shixian's exercises, and this kind of operation?!

At the same time, a voice vibrated in the sea of divine consciousness.

"Baishou Taixuan, it is an exercise that I asked for from a friend with a poem. The man was extremely obsessed with the Ancient Dao Gate, almost lost himself, and threatened to meet the Dao Ancestor in a dream, and begged for the true inheritance of the Great Dao. When he woke up from a dream, he wrote a "Yangtze Taixuan Sutra", sprinkled with 10,000 big characters, each of which he recognized, but he couldn't even read half a sentence when he was connected together, and he was ridiculed by the world. ”

Poetry Immortal!

It was actually the voice of the poet.

Kong Qionglou tried to communicate with Shixian with his consciousness: "Aren't you dead, how did you hide yourself in the exercises?!"

Shixian didn't answer him, and only cared about himself: "But I believe that my friend is not crazy, he said that meeting with Dao Ancestor in a dream is an encounter." After asking for the exercises, I studied hard for many years, and after years of training, I finally merged the ten thousand words one by one, and finally there were only three words left, that is, Li Baizhi's Taixuan Sutra!"

Taixuanjing, it sounds very powerful, who would have thought that it was really just those three words?

Kong Qionglou was anxious: "Don't say so much first, in the face of picking up bones and flesh for you...... Help!!"

"Childe, be careful!!"

In his mind, a change was taking place, and Fei Wuji came to him again and touched his face as usual.

Kong Qionglou scolded: "Fei Laogou, you won't fucking order other tricks? After I get out of danger, I have to find your body and chop off your two dog paws!"

The little handprints are gone, why is he okay?!

Fei Wuji's whole person began to distort: "Okay, okay, this official will make you an adult, see if you dare to be hard-mouthed?!"

"Stop. ”

But in the next moment.

King Chu Ping disappeared out of thin air, broke away from the hundred officials, and appeared directly in front of Kong Qionglou: "Why did you suddenly add a pure Dao Gate aura?"

Hongguang spread out a corner for the first time, revealing a little true face, which was the same as that contained in the mural, but it was difficult to express the earth-shattering momentum of the whole body. Kong Qionglou felt that he was looking up at an ancient being who stood up to the sky. Master Guanyin also came over, it was said that she should have been stronger, but unfortunately the body was mutilated, and this was not her field.

"One life is two, two is three, three is everything!"

In the sea of divine consciousness, the brilliance is scattered, the voice of the poet is still vibrating, and the three characters of the Taixuan Sutra are flying sideways with the evolution of the voice.

"After the natal star ascends to the second heaven, the Dharma gate will be automatically opened. The 10,000 characters represent infinite numbers, which are attributed to three hundred and six in the week. On the third day, Zhou Tian ends at the fiftieth day of Dayan...... This method contains the true meaning of the ancient Daomen, which can suppress all evil and pass through hundreds of millions of methods, which is a repetition of the reverse deduction of the Xuanhuang of the Great Dao. In the end, if you can turn three into two and turn two into one, you may be qualified to ask for a heaven and earth that will not be buried, and it will be difficult to reap the creation!"

Unfortunately, pushing back the three words is the limit, but it has never been so close to the answer. ”

It seems that it is not the remnants of the poet's thoughts, but a teaching that enters the brain with three words, which is stimulated in advance by the small handprint.

The method left by Shixian actually needs to be raised to the second heaven to cultivate, and it is no wonder that since he got it, he only took a slight dip when he met the mermaid, and he never moved again!

"The Great Chu God Dynasty has always been related to the Daomen, not to mention that you have the altar of the god of wine on your body, and you smell of the living, and there is some dead smell left. How strong life is, how choking is death. Now that it's involved with the Daomen again, what's the surprise?"

Kong Qionglou lowered his head and sniffed under his armpit, why couldn't he smell it, blood spurted from his mouth, in addition to smelling the heroism of his body, where was there any smell of death?

"King, you are finally willing to admit that you are dead?!"

The macro light weakened, King Chu Ping's eyes became much clearer, and the sun and moon reflected together, which should be different from the previous state of sudden dreams and wake-ups.

"Tell the widow first, what is life and what is death?" King Chu Ping said, "Is the widow dead? Outside where you came, perhaps, but still alive here." Don't underestimate the great ambition of the ancients to aspire to immortality, and don't underestimate the means of the ancients to play life and make death. He pointed to the headless bodhisattva next to him, "Master Guanyin has no head, but is she dead?"

Than poor mouth?!

A gentleman speaks better than a man.

It's still the gap between Haoyue and Mayfly, but things seem to have taken a turn for the better, and King Chuping's words can't pick out any bones!

I think, therefore I am.

I am here, so what I have experienced is the past, what I have established is the present, and what I have been for the future.

The ancient supreme passed through heaven and earth, just looking at the two in front of him is enough, no one can get closer to the level of "heaven and earth are not buried" than them. Where does life come from and where does death go, this is another esoteric question that can be compared with the Great Dao, the universe, and existence, which cannot be solved in ancient and modern times, or may not be solved in the first place.

Kong Qionglou slandered: If I understand it thoroughly, I will still be chased by you and a bunch of dead ghosts? No matter how much I come, I will blow my breath and kill them all! Wouldn't it be happy?

"Whether it is the pawns of the peddlers in the lower realm, or the gods and demons of the dead realm, there will always be some that are clear and clear, and the rest are muddy. ”

Kong Qionglou couldn't answer, so he didn't answer, he changed the topic and turned defense into offense!

You can blow hard.

"The boy is a rough man, and he has peeked at the widow bathing in the street, and he has talked to the beggar in the alley about brothers. The emperor of Fanchen kowtowed to us, and the pious lady also went to the martial temple to serve yellow incense, bless his son to please a good daughter-in-law. But in the final analysis, he is still a rough man, and he is down there, and he is also up and down. ”

King Chuping was aroused by him and said, "Go on." ”

"There are three thousand, Vientiane red dust. ”

"Those who understand, and those who think they understand, some say that they live for pleasure, even if they step on the shit on the street, they feel that the sky treats me well, hey, this foot is really fucking meaningful!"

"Others say that they live to suffer. To live is to be offended, all kinds of troubles, karma is difficult to pay, and if you don't die, you will be mixed up for another day, and there is nothing you can do if you die. Then, year after year, it was really mixed up and died. ”

"But there are still some who always feel different from them!"

"I don't understand, I don't want to pretend to understand, but I don't want to be confused. Shouting all day long to ascend, to preach, to be eternal, sharpened his head to the sky and thunder, and finally came to the death realm of nine deaths, and found that it was still nine deaths and one life, and he couldn't see the head. They say they live for eternal life, but that's actually, used to fool themselves and others. ”

"The reason why I tossed so much was just to ask for an answer, such as a rough man. ”

"The king wants to live, but for what?" He asked, "Shouldn't it be to be trapped in a ghost place that can't even be called 'existence', coaxing a bunch of tired ghosts." If you want answers, there is none, and never will be. Why don't you let me wait for a way to live, and let us beg for it. I beg for it, you can't miss it. If you don't ask for it, we will send you to death, and you have nothing to lose. ”

King Chuping looked at Kong Qionglou with admiration, the clarity at the bottom of his eyes increased a few points, and the grand light on the surface of his body completely retreated, and he was just about to open his mouth to say something, when the Guanyin master next to him moved!!