"Unfortunately, you made a big mistake. ”

"Oh?"

"It's a very clever technique, it's so thoroughly purified that it doesn't leave even the slightest bit of purity, but even the nightmare remains perfect. But now...... "Soul Purifier is a person who is completely moody, but at this moment he can't hide his deep disappointment.

"This thought has been completely shattered by you. ”

"Since it's a bad thought, there's no harm in destroying it. ”

The Soul Purifier glanced at Yuan Zhen deeply, and said expressionlessly, "I don't care if you say that, it's just that I've lost a good research item." But that thought is the only hope for resurrecting your wife. In that case, this is now completely impossible. ”

Won-jeong couldn't believe her ears.

At that time, Yuanzhen was full of despair, and the envoy told him that he could let the soul purifier find a way to resurrect his wife in an incredible way, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and just wanted to find the murderer and kill the other party. He didn't believe that there was a spell in the world that could bring people back from the dead, and that his wife had died so completely and strangely. At this time, in this empty hall, at first glance, when he heard that the Soul Purifying Envoy really had a way to help him achieve his wish, it was tantamount to five thunderbolts, and he couldn't imagine that he had personally ruined his hope.

He took the contents of the four ebony boxes with him, one was to test and confirm whether the Soul Purifier was a murderer, and the other was to find an opportunity to get close to the Soul Purifier and kill him, and he would rather kill the wrong one than let it go - he had already killed many people anyway, and those onlookers were about to be killed. He would never allow his wife's unsightly moments to be seen, just like a selfish child who does not want to share his beloved toys with others, whether he likes or dislikes, it is the most intimate and intimate thing in his heart. Even if others just talk about it, it won't work.

He knew that the Soul Purifier was extremely enthusiastic about studying the strange things left behind after this "purification", so he entered the Soul Purifying Hall under the pretext of identifying strange things. He never thought of relying on the evil things left behind by these wives after being purified to resurrect her, but the envoy helped him take care of everything.

But in the end, it was a mistake.

Remorse and self-reproach consumed him again.

This emotion eventually turned into an unspeakable anger, and he felt that the Soul Purifier deserved to die. The loss of the face of the Pure Soul Envoy and the expressionlessness of the face at this moment seem to be a silent sarcasm and humiliation of Yuan Zhen.

Yuan Zhen covered his mouth and coughed slightly, and the anger in his heart was like magma rushing, only to make a few strands of hair beside his cheeks move slightly. Other than that, he felt as if he had a layer of dead flesh on his face, stiff and cold.

"She was purified too clean, or too unclean, and her last thoughts were shattered, and even if she was forcibly resurrected, she would be a walking corpse. Pointless. Besides, it's not called resurrection at all. ”

"You are known as the Soul Purifier, awakening the consciousness of a walking corpse, and you will surely not dishonor your name. ”

Yuan Zhen spoke calmly as she paced towards the Soul Purifier.

"My wife also wore a black gemstone with her when she died, and according to the ancestors, it was easy to ward off disasters and reduce misfortune. It can even provide soul protection for the wearer. Why don't you take a look, what if you have this gem?"

Twenty zhang.

"No, it doesn't. Consciousness needs a carrier, and the soul needs a home. A thought is broken, the carrier is scattered, and the soul and consciousness of your wife are not in this jewel. ”

"The Soul Purifier is also in vain?"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding tables and chairs shattered silently like crystal, turning into flying ashes, except for the four black wooden boxes suspended in the middle of the gray and white hall, which was extremely dazzling. Soul purification made a smell of something unusual.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Without him, please help the adults with soul purification!"

After hearing this, the Soul Purifier suddenly burst out laughing, "Why are you?"

"Just because you're a soul purifier!"

"And it's your daughter, though you've never liked her. ”

Yuan Zhen didn't say the latter sentence, he felt that it was the greatest irony and humiliation for the pure soul to observe his daughter's remains with such a demeanor.

Ten zhang.

The Soul Purifier waved his sleeves and calmly looked at Yuan Zhen who was walking towards him step by step.

"From the beginning, you thought I had killed your wife. You're here for revenge. ”

"Isn't it?" Yuan Zhen spat out the words, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and the Pure Soul Hall buzzed. "Even if you don't, you who think you are noble are damned!"

The Soul Purifier no longer spoke, but his cold eyes appeared more dark, and his gray hair fluttered gently.

Five zhang.

Yuan Zhen took a big step, bent his knees and clenched his fists, crushed the air in his hand, and with a "swish" sound, the bright yellow arc on the fist flashed, as if he was pulling the whole world and running forward, and in just an instant, he came to the front of the Soul Purifier, and smashed his head and face with a fist in a way that splashed and fought.

Even so, the Soul Purifier still held his hands behind his back and didn't even blink his eyes, when Yuan Zhen's fist was only three inches in front of him, suddenly a golden light flashed, and a bronze statue sitting in the air shrouded him out of thin air. This bronze statue is more than ten feet high, with a surging flame on the head, a dragon python wrapped around it, and many strange weapons behind it unfold like a peacock. On a pitch-black face, a pair of blood-red angry eyes glared like copper bells, and the red tongue between the two white fangs stretched out and rolled as if they smelled the world. The smoke from the nostrils fills the air and confuses the mind.

What a fierce god!

As soon as the bronze statue appeared, he raised the copper shovel in his hand and hit Yuanzhen. Yuan Zhen didn't care about it, and the fit crashed into the arms of the bronze statue, the heaven and the earth seemed to shrink slightly, and there was a loud bang, and the bronze statue flew upside down, only three zhang, and it had slowly dissipated, and the pure soul envoy had already drifted back thirty zhang away, trembling slightly, and his eyes were bleeding.

"You're good at this kind of trick!" Before the words fell, Yuan Zhen's back bowed slightly, and his robe seemed to be absorbed to the surface of his body, and there was a soft sound under his feet, a few flashes, and then in front of the Soul Purifier, Yuan Zhen raised his foot and kicked him in the face. The Pure Soul folded his hands, then staggered and drew a semicircle, pushed it forward, and with a few wisps of white light from his fingertips, he knitted a grand picture scroll in front of him in an instant, long without beginning and end, wide without up and down. In the meantime, there are birds and beasts like a fairyland, and there are evil ghosts and cannibalism, like purgatory. The demons are everywhere, and the spirits and demons are longing, as if the strange and strange ambitions in the world are presented in a picture. But all these things on the picture scroll are bowed to the monk who sits down in the middle. This person has a square crown on his head, sits on the lotus platform with his eyes closed, and his robe is extremely simple, draped over his body like a mercury wrap, every fold is like walking an iron thread, and with the golden light emitted from his body, the rhythm of his clothes is like a wave of anger.

The golden light shines on the heaven and earth in the painting, those illusory creatures continue to sing, and white smoke slowly rises above their heads. As soon as he handed it out, he was kicked into his chest by Yuan Zhen's palm and his whole arm, and the golden statue immediately became fragmented, but the whole painting was closed like a spider web, wrapping Yuan Zhen firmly. The criss-crossing flecks of light formed on the surface of his body were like ropes, slowly soaking into his skin and disappearing. Although Yuanzhen's clothes appeared to be intact, his body had been cut with thousands of deep wounds that could penetrate into the bone.

One step further, the wound on Yuan Zhen's body rushed to blood, and the golden rope turned invisible, but stubbornly pulled Yuan Zhen's limbs and torso. Yuan Zhen knew that these ropes did not directly bind his body, but firmly bound his soul, and if he didn't break free, he would only become a marionette, or even a marionette that was very conscious but could not dominate himself, and finally turned into an insignificant part of the picture.

However, being bound by ropes, as long as you struggle a little, your soul will be broken, and eventually you will die without dignity.

Yuan Zhen didn't see through life and death, he was just not afraid of death. He dared to come and kill the Soul Purifier, and he had no intention of living. Maybe it was because he couldn't survive anymore that he chose to come?

With every step Yuan Zhen took forward, his soul was shattered. He could clearly feel that his memories were starting to crumble, and he was starting to forget something. He felt himself begin to die.

"It's fine. Yuan Zhen muttered in a low voice.

This forgetfulness was accompanied by great pain, but at the same time it seemed to bring him great relief, his face became paler and paler, but his smile became cleaner and more transparent. After three steps, black flames rose from the ends of his hair, followed by his eyes, and some black flames burst out from his mouth and nose, which soon spread to his whole body, which was the color of his soul burning.

Won-jeong raised her foot again and kicked forward.

The Soul Purifier still didn't change his face, but calmly took a string of gray and white bone beads from his neck, and took off three of them and sprinkled them on Yuan Zhen. After doing this, he turned to the side slightly, brushed the chair that appeared behind him at some point, sat up, and just watched Yuan Zhen crash into him.

As soon as the two bone beads came into contact with the black flames, they turned into flying ashes, and only one passed through Yuan Zhen's chest without hindrance. Yuan Zhen's body trembled fiercely, but he didn't retreat half a minute, but rushed to the front of the Soul Purifier faster, roared wildly, gritted his teeth and stepped him into the ground, and a large pit with ten zhang around him immediately appeared. The entire Soul Purification Hall was trembling. Yuan Zhen stomped a few times on the chest of the Soul Purifier in a frenzy, pinched his neck and lifted him up.

"Surely you know how she died!"

"Yes. Despite a large hole in his chest, his words were unusually clear, and his eyes were still clear and clear.

"How did she die?"

The Soul Purifier just smiled slightly, and began to dissipate like floating dust, and an inexplicable wind blew, rolling up these floating dust that scattered a glimmer of light and flew out of the main hall. The whole hall suddenly darkened.

Although he didn't speak, Yuan Zhen clearly knew that he had said to himself: "I'm leaving." In that look, there is regret, relief, no fear, no nostalgia.

"How did she die?!"

The sound echoed through the empty hall, and there was no response except the sound of dust falling down.

The voice swirled lonely in the darkness, and then vanished out of boredom.