Zhuge Chen walked up the stairs that had not been destroyed by himself, and walked slowly to the second floor, where in the innermost room, there was a faint black qi seeping out. He also wondered how the old man could be so careless, but since he had already come here, he would be able to return to the group in time after killing the other party.

For Zeng Ruoyu to slap himself loudly, Zhuge Chen didn't take it to heart. After all, it is a woman, what do you care about with her? Take 10,000 steps back and speak, at that time, she still spoke as Zhu Jiangshui, and it was naturally ridiculous to want to be alone with the old man.

Bai Yi walked through the corridor, stopped in front of the door of the room, and said, "How can you say that you used to be a cultivator of the Pure Dao realm, although the realm has fallen differently now, but you like to be a rat hiding in Tibet?

And the old man's voice also came at this time: "What I didn't expect is that your killing power is far beyond your realm, kid. But there's so much more you don't expect. ”

"What do you mean?" Zhuge Chen raised his eyebrows and asked: "Could it be that you have used the death talisman, and you have little qi left, will you have other means?" Even so, what can I do, since I can force you to escape once, I can have countless times later." ”

Saying this, Zhuge Chen walked into the house. In the corner, the old man smiled and said, "There is no door to hell, you have broken in, boy, you are too confident in yourself! A young cultivator like you is indeed extremely talented, but it is too easy to die. Today I will teach you a lesson, but at the cost of your own life. When you die, I'll take out your soul and refine you into a higher-grade death talisman. ”

Zhuge Chen listened to the voice and looked around, it was pitch black everywhere.

"This is my true bamboo basket technique, the purgatory of the soul. In order to be able to fully evolve it, I even did not hesitate to consume most of my own essence blood. If this doesn't kill your little destiny, I don't have to continue to live in this world. The old man's monk came again: "Thousands of unjust souls have gathered in purgatory, and I deliberately did not deprive them of their spiritual wisdom, and naturally accumulated countless resentments over the years. As long as they are alive, they will become the target of their dragging. I wouldn't even dare step into it, let alone you. I have heard that swords are cultivated out of swords, and there has always been a lot of weather. Let's try it and see if we can break my purgatory?"

Zhuge Chen had heard of the legend of a drowned ghost, and many mortals who died in the river could not be regarded as real drowned ghosts. According to ancient books, when these mortals fell into the water, they died and died. Only those who are dragged into the water by the drowning ghost will take the other party's position, and there will be no end to the retribution. One goes ashore, the other goes into the water, and the cycle repeats. But the one who really can't get rid of this identity is the cultivator who was submerged by the monstrous flood in ancient times. Ironically, the greatest credit for letting the flood waters recede lies with him.

Bai Yi is in the purgatory of unjust souls, and he always feels that these unjust souls in prison have similarities with drowned ghosts. The sword qi was surging, blocking these unjust souls, even if they couldn't get close to Zhuge Chen, he couldn't stay here forever. He stretched out his palm and swung away the sword qi, put it in his big sleeve, and then said softly, "You guys...... Since you haven't been erased by that evil cultivator, you should be able to understand my words, right?"

The unjust soul roared by, ignoring Zhuge Chen. His white clothes had been torn to shreds, and his naked body had wounds.

Zhuge Chen didn't choose to make a move, but still said: "Staying in this purgatory and not seeing the light of day, after all, it is not a personal experience, but I can understand your pain very well." I have a way to make this end, if you can trust me. Is it important to you to get rid of your resentful identity?"

Seeing that he still didn't get an answer, he continued, persevering: "Once upon a time, you were also mortals, maybe cultivators with a low realm, who were detained here by that evil cultivator, and could not be reborn forever. Gradually, you gave up your intellect, and it is no wonder of you. After all, in this purgatory, the only way to do this is a kind of relief for you, and naturally I don't blame you. If it were me, it would be like this. Now that there is an opportunity in front of you, you should cherish it, and I will spare no effort to break this purgatory, how about it?"

"But we ...... How can I trust you?"

finally had an answer, which made Zhuge Chen overjoyed.

"Now of course I can't ask you to believe me, but I'll do my best to give you a transcendent one. Zhuge Chen said firmly, and then he used his sword qi to run the reincarnation: "Please step in!"

Countless unjust souls hesitated for a moment, and then walked into it. And more of them also rushed to Zhuge Chen's side, walking through the path of reincarnation, there was no resentment in their eyes, and some even turned around, bowed deeply and thanked the white clothes: "Thank you, I beg you to help us kill that evil cultivator after you get out of purgatory, this is our last wish." ”vp

"Naturally, after you go through samsara, your resentment will naturally be eliminated. Zhuge Chen said slowly: "In this case, the power of resentment might as well stay here, I want to take this opportunity to break through the peak of the Heavenly Destiny!"

When all the unjust souls heard this, they invariably shattered their own souls. They can't go through reincarnation with such a body, so it's better to put the resentment accumulated over the years on Zhuge Chen's body. As long as the old man can die, they can get real peace of mind.

Resentment poured into Zhuge Chen's body, making him can't help but snort. In the entire purgatory, he is now the only one. He wants to concentrate on breaking through the realm here and become a cultivator at the peak of the Heavenly Mandate. And within a year, you have to step into the bamboo basket to draw water and return to heaven. Now, he desperately wants to return to the vast world there. The younger generation of cultivators in the world, in the final analysis, are still shackled, and their realm climbing is already inferior. Not to mention the same is true of lethality. He also had to settle a new feud with the Imperial City, and the latter naturally set up a situation for him to kill the god king. As for the former, it is Zhang Yunya. In any case, he is his former Taoist companion, although Zhuge Chen, who thinks of his old love, will no longer have the slightest relationship with her. But the imperial city behind the scenes, really thought that everything was over?

Outside purgatory, the old man laughed loudly: "I have finally solved such a difficult role, but I still have to leave quickly." Maybe the academy won't notice me for the time being. But the royal worship is not necessarily, and before I return to Zhendao, I better keep a low profile. Otherwise, if you are discovered, you will have to live a life of hiding in Tibet. The first priority is to devour the souls of the people in this city in order to bring back the five skeletons. As for the death talisman, I won't think about it yet, and it won't be too late for the unjust soul in purgatory to completely assimilate the young man in white. ”

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a loud noise, and Zhuge Chen walked out of the heavy black fog and appeared in front of the old man. He held the rubber pillar sword in his hand, and changed into a clean white coat again, how personable he was. Just like the son of Ma Jia in fresh clothes, he is also a proud sword cultivator in the world.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Zhuge Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to leave before you kill me?"

The Gap Flying Sword had pierced through time and stabbed at the old man's eyebrows. At this moment, the opponent's qi has been completely exhausted, and it is difficult to resist the flying sword or raise his arm to block it. But the ensuing Haoran sword qi rushed his whole person into the wall. Zhuge Chen put his sword into the sheath and pulled out the fist frame, letting the fist intent of the Stopping Mountain Peak Fist flow slowly around his body. He was not in a hurry, because the old man had completely lost the strength to resist. What he has to do is to crush the other party's belief and slowly torture him, so that he can appreciate the infinite pain that those unjust souls experienced after being placed in purgatory!

"What I hate most in my life is you evil cultivators who disregard people's lives. It's just a matter of walking on the left side of the door, but it's just a high-sounding thing, as if the cultivators in the whole world should be like you, and they should see mortals and cultivators as completely different. But have you forgotten that before you built your spiritual path, you were also ordinary mortals, who could be harvested and taken away by others? Zhuge Chen raised his fist and slammed it on the old man's nose, and his fist was like a blast of wind, directly shattering half of the opponent's face, revealing the sunken bones in it: "When I was weak, I hoped that such a fate would not fall on me, even if other prisoners died, sadness was sadness, but it was also a disgusting rabbit death and fox sorrow." When the realm is high, it is even more unscrupulous when it can decide the lives of others. I'd like to ask what it's like to be a mortal soul, isn't it?"

The old man nodded no, and neither did he shake his head. After all, he was also an evil cultivator who had lived for thousands of years, and he knew in his heart that if he still couldn't find a way to get out after waiting for the meeting, he would really die in this tavern.

Zhuge Chen said with a sneer, breaking the old man's thoughts: "Don't think nonsense, you will definitely not be able to escape today." ”

As he spoke, he sealed this place with the Xiaolou Heaven and Earth Sword Formation, unless another cultivator of the Bamboo Basket Water Realm joined forces with him from the outside world, it would be impossible to rescue him.

"In order to punish a wealthy merchant father and son, I once drained their souls and placed them next to the graves of those who were kind to me, and bowed down for eternity. At the time, I thought it was the most vicious thing I had ever done, but when I met you today, I thought it wouldn't be enough. How many of those unjust souls who were tortured because of this had to give up their beliefs in life, and changed from being kind to others to being evil spirits who wanted to drag others into the water. After all, how can I understand their suffering!" Zhuge Chen punched the old man's chest, shattering the Heavenly Diagram wrapped in a fist, directly shattering the opponent's chest cultivation path. And the blood spurted out by the old man was also blocked by the sword qi and dissolved between the two: "But you will understand, because I will also let you go through such torture." I believe that if you think that the will of the evil cultivator should be firm enough, at least you won't become an unjust soul, right?"

Saying this, the gap directly pierced the old man's eyebrows. And Zhuge Chen stretched out his hand to grab it, and the remnant soul of the old man appeared in his hand, and a wisp of cyan sword qi was pulled out of the big sleeve in the slight movement of Zhuge Chen's mind, and the sword qi turned into a dragon and wrapped around the body of the remnant soul of the old man. Zhuge Chen's face was expressionless, and he said indifferently: "From today onwards, you will stay in this city to atone for your sins! When your realm can surpass me, you should be able to obtain liberation." It's just a wisp of remnant soul that will definitely be shattered on the path of cultivation, can you really practice? I hope you can give an answer. ”

Zhuge Chen said and strode away from the tavern.

At this moment, it was already late at night, and the white clothes swept into the air of Jicheng, looked down, and then walked towards the outside of the city.

Just as he was about to enter the desert, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Your Excellency, can you stay?"

Zhuge Chen stood still, turned his head, and said to himself: "It won't be another trouble, right?"