If it weren't for the great sin of the body, the sin of the six realms and the seven worlds would not be tolerated, and the sinners would not be forgivable in all calamities.

Ordinary cultivators are afraid that they are still in this deserted city, and their physical bodies, souls, and even consciousness are afraid that they will be torn into nothingness by this great technique of recreation in an instant.

Distorted space, naturally, cannot transmit sound and light.

The man buried deep in the black sand, bathed in emptiness and darkness, only the rusty sword in front of him, in this deserted city, emitted this faint sword light, like the embers of iron fire about to be extinguished.

But no one knew that this ember sword light, which seemed to be extinguished in the darkness at any time, had existed for nine thousand years.

The sinners who have just fallen into this realm are deeply terrified by the boundless darkness when they are punished.

Even though they couldn't hear any sound in their ears, the remaining sword light became the last ray of light in their hearts.

They were greedy, eager to stare at the light, looking at the dim and hazy figure of a man in front of the light, even though the figure was very dead and motionless.

They still think it's the best thing in the world.

Ten years is like a day, and the light that can be reflected in their eyes is only the corner of the stubborn light in the darkness in front of them.

Just when they thought they would look at this small picture and return to chaos.

The man's fingers seemed to ...... Moved slightly.

They thought they were wrong!

His eyes widened desperately, his breathing became rapid, his chest rose and fell violently, and he desperately longed for him to move again.

But the man didn't move again.

It didn't take long for the man to hum a strange folk tune.

"Copper bells, black flowers, white flowers, flowers bloom from the heart, flowers fall from the broken bones, melt the blood, instant ten thousand years, hatred and joy, three lives and three lives, ten thousand laws are difficult to solve. ”

The tone is not very good, it is small and fluttering, as if it is blurred by the sound of the wind in the wind.

The sinners in the deserted city widened their eyes and trembled, unable to imagine who the man behind the remnant sword was.

Its voice was able to break through the Netherworld Divine Law and penetrate the space of the Thirty-Three Universes.

A wisp of sound can shock their hearts, and it will be difficult to extinguish for thousands of years.

The man in the light and darkness finished singing the ancient song and smiled.

His voice is mellow and mellow, not like a madman who has been imprisoned for many years, but more like a gentleman: "Flowers are blooming in mortal dust, and all laws cannot be broken. ”

From the darkness, he slowly raised his head, and the black chains around his neck seemed to be angered by his slight but extremely rebellious action, and they trembled like mountains, and the whole deserted city trembled.

The rest of the sinners suddenly became clear in their bodies.

Just because the coercion of the thirty-three techniques was all tied to his body in an instant, and the entire space was condensed to the extreme, like a black pillar that penetrated the heavens and the earth, absorbing the power of the dark sand of the entire deserted city, and engulfing him in it.

The man smiled: "I want to take the sword that Mr. left me, God, but I can't stop it." ”

The brilliance on the pitch-black chain in his right hand brightened and faded, and the four chains that were as long as a dragon quietly turned to ash and sand.

A withered, dehydrated palm broke through the pitch black time and grasped the sword that was close at hand in front of him.

The sword is in the hand.

The ember sword glow suddenly brightened, like a sacred torch that lit the darkness of the night.

The pillar of pitch-black light that enveloped his body was swept by thousands of sword intents, shattering into a pitch-black and terrifying sword shadow.

Half of the man buried in the sand holds a sword in one hand, and the palm of the other is nostalgic

The caress of the sword.

The palm of his hand suddenly emptied, and he didn't know the familiar sword length.

A trace of bitterness appeared on his vicissitudes of life, and his calloused fingers gently rubbed the broken blade:

"I really deserve to die, the sword that Mr. left to his disciple was actually damaged in the star sand like the disciple's disastrous body. ”

He smiled wryly for a moment, like an ordinary person, clumsily crawling up from the dark sand sea with his hands and feet.

And his lower body, from the waist and abdomen down, is completely white and boneless.

"The Death Realm Star Sand in the Heavenly Realm, it turns out that it is nothing more than this, nine thousand years, and it is only half of my mortal body that has been rotted off half of my flesh and blood. ”

After the man finished saying this, the sinners in the ghost domain deserted city and deserted city who were still struggling to breathe were shocked and frightened for a while.

Who the hell is this person!

Nine thousand years, not to mention blood and bones, even reincarnation can be consumed for you, so that the Emperor of God is difficult to find.

You've been in this realm for 9,000 years, and you still say you're just a mortal!

In the darkness, countless pure-bred demons were deeply speechless for a while.

The man sitting on top of the black sand dune ignored the strange colored gazes that were thrown at him around him.

He laughed: "Killing people with a sword, it's been a long time since I've been like this, and when I was born today, I will borrow the blood and flowers of that world to wash away the thousand-year-old rust marks of my sword!"

After a smile, the man raised his head and inhaled.

In an instant, he actually exhaled the power of mountains, rivers, sun and moon in this breath, and in the thirty-three layers of space, the floating yuan force that existed like nothingness was actually squeezed out by him in one breath.

The tip of the nose was full of white air, and the tattered clothes were blowing in the wind.

The remnant sword in his hand broke through the long dark void, as if in the polar day, splitting a piece of the sky.

The sword qi will not be extinguished, soaring upward, breaking through the eighteen layers of hell, and listening to the evil ghost's wail and heartbreaking.

Then he broke open the ghost hall of the ten kings, and the ghosts and gods of the ten directions all shook the Yellow Spring angrily!

Finally, the bank of the Santu River was broken, and countless ghost babies and giant trees were sleeping, the baby's cry was sharp, the blood red river of eight thousand miles was eight, and the evil spirit was all over the wilderness!

The man's body is full of white bones and white temples, but it gives people an indescribable fairy demeanor.

He traveled long with a sword in one hand, and rode the nine yin and evil winds with his feet, millions of yin soldiers, and ghosts and gods from all directions could not be stopped.

With a shackle, he flew up to the world and saw the snow-capped, magnificent mountains and rivers.

The ghosts and gods of the ten directions were furious, and they knew that they were invincible, so they had no choice but to invite the lord of the netherworld, the ghost king.

Who knew that they, the lord of the netherworld, were clearly the first to notice the changes in the ghost domain and the deserted city, but they looked like they didn't know it.

The ghost king lazily rolled in the arms of a beautiful woman, eating the crystal grapes fed by the beauty.

He lazily lifted the pair of long, naturally gloomy and narrow eyes:

"If you escape, you will escape, the group of bigwigs and gods in the heavenly realm who have a stinky and impulsive temper have set up the dead deserted city in this territory ten thousand years ago, and this seat has long been dissatisfied.

Later, one after another, some big rebels who they all had a headache were stuffed in, and I asked the nether to help take care of them, which was ten thousand years long, and they were not paid at all, and it was even more excessive!

This man has long legs and wants to run, and the Protoss has a headache for them, what are we going to do with that idle bird!"

The ghost king's scarlet lips spit out a bunch of grape seeds, and said with a cold smile: "If you really have nothing to do, that guy broke through the Eighteen Prisons Yellow Spring Barrier with a sword, if the evil ghost escapes from the world, it is my duty in the netherworld, it is better to cultivate the barrier first." ”

The ghosts and gods of the Ten Halls looked at each other with covetous faces: "But the Great Rebellion Ye Junqian's escape from the world, do you want to inform the Heavenly Netherworld Emperor?"

Ghost King Yi

The old look was soft and boneless, and his expression became more and more impatient:

"Tell me, what is there to tell! The bitter gourd faces in the god realm with nostrils on the top of their heads don't want to see our ghost clan in the first place, so why bother with hot faces and cold butts now.

We are separated from him by heaven and earth, and you are not too tired to panic, and you are honest enough to cultivate the enchantment, just a human being, and this seat will see that he can still turn the sky upside down. ”

The ghosts and gods of the Ten Halls secretly slandered themselves: Looking at your expression that your eyebrows are about to fly to the sky, I'm afraid that you are the happiest one if you are naïve, right?

There is such a ghost king on the stall, and there is no way......

The ragged man stood above the city, his five black chains broken, and he raised his hand to pull out the black iron thorns that were deep in his ears.

Only he ignored the black runes that stitched his eyes together.

He slowly raised his head, sniffed the wind and rain in the city, and a soft but warm smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's really been a long time, the world." ”

I thought that I had been far away from the world for 9,000 years, and when I first met it today, I smelled the smell of human blood and the sores of beacon fire and wolf smoke.

The corners of his mouth gradually sank, and his fingers caressed the sutured wounds on his eyes.

A thread of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his eye, and his voice murmured softly like the wind: "The world that Mr. likes is not called a group of people like you to bully and spoil ......"

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The wind and snow have passed the mountain rain, and the light rain smells the lonely hall.

A pair of dark and unparalleled eyes through the window lattice of the post house, looking at the mountains in the distance, the wind and rain fell sharply, and the dark clouds above the mountains rolled and poured down, as if the day was pressed very low, and the mountains passed.

Innocent bit the chicken soup bag in his hand, and the juice flowed out of his hand and he still ate seriously.

Yu Guang glanced at the northern sky along Wu Ying's line of sight, and always felt that the rain falling there was as long as countless sharp swords.

It's a bit oppressive to watch.

Wu Ying faintly retracted his gaze, his pale and handsome face was the same as before under the dim light, and there was not much healthy blood color to speak of.

looked at the empty bowl in front of the table, and I don't know when there were two more fat white buns.

Her eyes, which were still soaked in the bloody wind and rain, couldn't help but feel a little more shallow and warm.

The young man's innocent eyes fell on her clean and slender hands and paused for a moment, thinking that she was afraid of getting her hands dirty so she didn't eat for a long time.

Three or two mouthfuls stuffed the buns in their hands into their mouths, and then picked up the buns in her bowl and fed them.

Wu Ying was slightly stunned, and just chuckled without eating: "It is rumored that in the Yong'an Imperial City of the Great Jin Dynasty, the prince of the Ye family favored his newly selected princess very much, and on the day he returned to the city, he personally selected the concubine and carried her back to the palace step by step.

And before that, the Ye family went to the Qinglou every night, and he didn't forget to take the little yellow waiter next to him, and there was a good story in Kyoto, Ye Shizi liked the yellow waiter, and the Qinglou didn't drink or have fun every night, but just ordered a table of desserts, and fed her like a cat.

At that time, the magnates in the capital didn't understand the meaning, and only thought that he was teasing the woman's plaything, but he never thought that he would feed a princess like this. ”

Her lips were slightly curled, and her eyes twinkled slightly, with an indescribable smile.

Wuxian frowned slightly, although he didn't understand what she said about the Ye family's prince, Huang Shi, and princess, none of these seemed to have anything to do with him.

But faintly......

He felt like he was being molested......

The gaze was very naked, very aggressive.

No wonder Sister Qing would say that her gaze at him was dangerous.

(ps: Thank you for the huge reward of "Wu Ying is an orphan without a mother", and the Beibei who fell under the money squeaked weakly, and there was a change at night, so that Brother Shang Ke said that your ID...... ）