Yang Shi, Heart Refining Demon Sect.

Since thousands of years ago, the ghost whisperer has preached the power of the Tao, and the luck of the killing method in this life has reunited in this sect.

The new way is opened, all the sects are diligent and brave, and the Gu is an indomitable road, protected by the new way of luck, and the natural evils are easy to dispel, and the extraordinary prosperity can be seen.

Maybe this is the way to kill.

The one who wields the sword will face the enemy with one edge and the other against himself.

or hurt others, or hurt oneself.

In the past, the Demon Venerable killed all the powers of the old way, gathered surging luck, and lost his life in the hands of Su Musha, which led to more than a thousand years later, and the entire sect fell into unprovoked killing;

It's hard to say where the cause and effect come from.

The world is complicated, and the thousands of years that the new way has been nurturing have been turbulent times.

Looking carefully at the past, there is a bit of decay in the grand scenery of the mountain gate of the Heart Refining Demon Sect now.

This is the manifestation of the way of luck in the yang world.

Even the disciples who walked among them had a lot of sorrow on their countenances.

They had more or less heard of the chaotic two thousand years of the sect.

You can even know the key behind the chaos.

As soon as the demon venerable died, he killed each other.

Now that the head of the Ghost Yuzi has been cut off by the Yang World Venerable, he may also be destined to have an ominous arrival, and even use this as an incentive to take away the life of the Ghost Yuzi.

If another sect leader dies, God knows what kind of catastrophe this ill-fated sect will usher in.

......

"All living beings are suffering, and those who kill are also afraid of being killed......"

In the void, two thin figures came from a distance, and the two of them stood still, it was Su Musha and Mr. Qinghe.

Looking at the various beings in the Heart Refining Demon Sect, Mr. Qinghe slowly opened his mouth and said.

When Su Musha heard this, he just nodded.

There was silence for a long time.

"For you and me, this is still a very weak and young Dao system, but in their eyes, this is an ancient sect that has been passed down for nearly 10,000 years. In their eyes, there are only thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, and what we want to look at is even more distant years...... Today, it seems that sooner or later it will become a passing cloud, let's go, clear the river friend, and go to send the ghost whisperer a ride. ”

When the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled, and they shot out together, tearing the void together.

In the silent place, the two rays of light quietly disappeared in a flash.

From beginning to end, in the mountain gate, An Su was as usual, as if the two had never been here.

......

Heart refining Demon Sect, the main peak, the head of the Dao Palace, the quiet room.

Su Musha's footsteps were leisurely, like a literati in the world, and like a traveler who had just arrived in the fairyland, facing everything in the Jingjiao quiet room, his eyes showed a little curious look.

He paced softly in the ashram, even pausing occasionally, stretching out his pale, bloodless palm, and gently caressing the almost luxurious décor of the ashram.

"It's a very extravagant handwriting, which makes the old man marvel that the two generations of your sect have saved such a rich family foundation in thousands of years. ”

Finally, Su Musha stood still, with a warm smile on his face, and looked at a pool of blood in the quiet room.

Next to the blood pool, Mr. Qinghe held the purple jade wolf pen in his hand and stood leisurely.

In the pool of blood, an almost condensed soul body was suppressed by Mr. Qinghe, and there was hideousness, fear, and even a hint of distortion in his face.

It's the ghost whispering in front of you.

Hearing Su Musha's words, his soul light continued to vibrate, and a dull soul sound echoed in the quiet room.

"Venerable, killing people is not a nod to the ground! That day, your old man slashed down with a sword, and the poor Dao had already died once, hahaha! What does it matter if you taste it again? Come! Come!"

In the end, the ghost whispered word by word, almost screaming.

Hearing these words, Su Musha was a little surprised.

With a dumb smile, Su Musha slowly walked in the direction of the blood pool.

"In that case, how about the old decay fulfill you?"

As Su Musha approached step by step, the ghost whisper's soul light continued to tremble, and even stirred up a wave of blood.

"Wait!wait!"

"Oh, didn't you say that you should treat death as home, and what are you waiting for now?"

Even if Mr. Qinghe suppressed the heavens and the earth with one stroke, the ghost whisperer was still under this terrifying coercion, forcibly moving his soul body, and raised his head with difficulty.

Xu is a very draining action for him.

It's just that in an instant, the ghost whisperer's almost condensed soul body became dim because of it.

is no longer so condensed, Su Mu looks at it, but has a bit of an illusory taste.

He raised his head like this, his eyes staring at Su Musha.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or if it's the refraction of blood light.

There was a bloodshot patch in those eyes, reflecting a red.

Ghost Yuzi looked straight at Su Musha like this, and finally his lips twitched slightly, and his voice trembled.

"My life and death are only the business of one person, but ...... This inheritance should not be in my hands! I am not sorry to die, I only ask His Holiness to leave some time for the poor path, and I will leave some thoughts for the younger generations!"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Qinghe next to the blood pool was already moved when he heard the words.

Even Su Musha's face no longer had a smile.

The road to immortality is long, whether it is Su Musha or Mr. Qinghe, they have all traveled too long and tasted too much of the cold of the world.

The inheritance of the earth master is to Mr. Qinghe.

The Hanging Moon Demon Sect is to Su Mushao.

The words are all invisible blades, but they pierced the hearts of the two for no reason.

His eyes lowered slightly, and Su Musha's voice became hoarse.

"You are a good disciple, a good master, and a good master. ”

When the ghost heard this, he smiled a little sadly.

"A case of life and death is tied to the hands of others, where can I dare to call a good word. ”

"You're wrong. ”

"Huh?"

"From the very beginning, you thought wrongly, if you want to kill you, on the top of the mountain that day, the old decay will not be your body alone. ”

"That ......"

"The cause and effect of the year has already ended that day! I came here today, but I am giving you a piece of fate, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you just need to know that today, the old decay will do its best to help you achieve enlightenment and ascend! In the past, the Dharma of your master would be the Fa, the old decay would be the Fa that your master would not know, and the old decay would too!"

"It sounds like the younger generation has no choice. ”

"Bet on a genius to achieve a sect! If you preach the Dao, you will be the first immortal to ascend in this era! The Dao of Killing will be the protagonist of this era! The Heart Refining Demon Sect is also destined to be the Demon Dao Leader of this era!"

Silence, long silence.

There was silence in the pool of blood, except for the slightly heavy breathing of the ghost whisperer.

"That's it, I don't understand the thoughts of the two, the poor road is already a fish on the sticky board, if there is such a good thing, give up your life left and right!"

"Good!"

......

On that day, yin and yang are divided, dragons and tigers are intertwined, purple qi comes from the east for three thousand miles, and the sky is vast and nine heavens!

The Heart Refining Demon Sect teaches the ghost whisperer, lives to death, has great creation, lives the second life, and ascends to the Tao!

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The next day, Daoxuan Palace, Zhangjiao Palace.

The Qingmeng Fairy suddenly opened her eyes, as if a sword light flashed from the depths of the eyes.

The Void Barrier shattered.

A jade slip fell into the palm of her hand under the traction of the Qingmeng Fairy's divine thoughts.

Pause for a moment.

Qingmeng Fairy's good-looking eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Ghost whisper...... Ascension?"

muttering softly, she recalled in her heart all the things that had come to the Heart Refining Demon Sect since its establishment, the emergence of the Demon Venerable, and then the fading fall of the Epiphany......

Raise your eyebrows.

In the void that day, a figure like a god and a demon appeared in the mind of the Qingmeng fairy again.

Is that...... Yes, that day was the day when the power of the palm yuan soared.

As soon as he thought of this, all kinds of thoughts came to his heart, this was almost a whim throbbing, and in a trance, the Qingmeng Fairy seemed to have captured something, and suddenly got up, his eyes penetrated the universe, but he did not look at the Heart Refining Demon Sect, but looked at the direction of the Venerable Dojo from afar.

Sure enough, on the top of the mountain, the body of the former ghost whisperer who was cut off has long since disappeared.

"Venerable, this path ...... Where the hell have you been......"