Wang Qingyuan frowned and said, "Why?"

The young heir of "Moke Fudo Ming King Law" sneered, his eyes were unruly and gloomy: "The little monk said that you are the prey of the little monk, so no one can touch it." ”

Airplanes!

The blue iron long knife shook, Wang Qingyuan stood by the lake, his whole body began to flow chaotic qi, qi and blood were bulging, and the invisible field was pressing, pushing the carriage out thirty zhang away.

Rumble!

The next moment, Wang Qingyuan shot directly, the long knife was directed, the edge was cutting, as if the heaven and earth were reversed like a furnace, in the light of the knife, the gods roared, and the knife roared like thunder.

This shot is Ziwei's fifth knife.

Clang!

The black and gold eyebrows were raised, and the eyes of the young monk dressed in black became scorching, and the phantom of the dark blue king behind him also let out a silent roar.

A vacuum spread out, the magpie lake set off a huge wave more than ten zhang high, the fish and shrimp jumped wildly, the magpie was frightened to fly, there was no way to dodge, was hit by the huge wave, exploded into blood foam.

Wang Qingyuan retreated and said in a deep voice: "Your Daoji has changed." ”

The black-robed young monk also sneered: "Your sword technique is more mellow and condensed, but it is really a disgusting aura. ”

"Where crape myrtle shines, all evils naturally retreat. ”

Wang Qingyuan said lightly: "Leiyin Temple is also a holy place for Buddhism, and it is really a great irony that there is a fallen evil Buddha disciple like you." ”

"The old monk said that he wanted to transform me, but unfortunately he couldn't do it, so I was born," the evil Buddha disciple said coldly, "As long as you are detached, what kind of good and evil can you distinguish, how can there be any eternal pure land in the world, the power suppresses everything, when the darkness covers the earth, the darkness is the light!"

"Evil hearts, where do you know how to live a brilliant life!"

Wang Qingyuan's long knife pointed out that the true meaning of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is boiling, the so-called "Bingtian Inheritance, Red Dust Refines the Heart", and this evil monk fights, his "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" The more condensed, many understandings come to mind, almost only slightly inferior to the empty monk of the Lianhua Temple.

Call!

After an instant, the two of them moved together, the black gold eyebrow stick and the blue iron long knife collided, "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" and "Moke Fudo Ming Wang Law" poured each other, and the true intention was crushed, and the place where the two intersected was like an oil pot poured into boiling water, churning endlessly.

Wang Qingyuan took out the knife, the fifth knife of Ziwei, he stepped on "Endless Steps", absorbing this rich and abundant, the life vitality of the rotation of heaven and earth.

The evil Buddha disciples of the Xuanxi monk's robe continue to borrow soldiers, and the three Buddhist soldiers of the bowl, pestle and stick are constantly changing, and the moves are unpredictable, or strange or fierce or fierce and majestic.

In this battle, in the blink of an eye, half of the incense passed, and in just half of the incense, the two of them fought nine hundred and eighty-one moves, one was full of chaotic qi and blood, endless, and the other Although he had just turned the Dao base, his own vitality was profound, and he also absorbed the ancestral qi of heaven and earth in the depths of the void, which was extremely long-lasting.

Bell!

The sound of the blade clashing was endless, and the vacuum continued to spread as the two fought each other, and the magpie lake seemed to have exploded, and there were thousands of fish and shrimp in the half-burnt incense that were stunned and killed, and the lake was full of corpses.

Eighty-second move!

The evil Buddha disciple roared and borrowed soldiers again, this time it was not the previous three Buddha soldiers, but the fourth Buddha soldier held by the Phantom of the Dark Blue Ming King, a black gold Ming King Wheel.

He turned the Ming King Wheel, this Ming King blade only had six gears, and as soon as it turned, it seemed to open the six reincarnations of the ancient legend, revealing a deep and dark entrance, which was the place of reincarnation under the underworld.

Six reincarnations, harvesting life, the wheel of the king of the Ming Dynasty rotates, and where it passes, the vacuum faintly gives birth to fine folds.

Wang Qingyuan's gaze became unprecedentedly solemn, hidden and suppressed for a long time, this young evil Buddha disciple finally took out the kung fu to press the bottom of the box, and in front of his eyes, the door of the six reincarnations opened, which was the portal of the land of the underworld.

Taking a deep breath and spitting it out again, Wang Qingyuan held the knife in both hands, he seemed to have returned to the first day of practicing "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", at the top of Ziwei Peak, he glanced at each other, and waved the knife at the stars.

The starlight was blazing, Wang Qingyuan remembered that he wanted to open his eyes at first, but it was also very difficult, until he was magnificent, and the emperor's power entered his heart, and he gradually entered the threshold.

And since he received the demon slaying order and walked down the Xuantian Dao Mountain for the first time, a few months have passed, and I have experienced the Mochizuki Mountain Range, seen too many corpses, the cruelty of the Dao Infant Sacrifice, and the fresh lives withered in front of my eyes, which is a demon disaster.

Then on the bank of the Yangtze River, I watched Song Yushu, a simple young man who had been wandering outside and crawling in Kyushu for many years, die in front of him, the silence of the old smoking gun, and even Xiaoyuan Village, holding a clay pot full of ashes for his son, a pair of old people with tears streaming down their faces.

Even the little girl's persistence, even if she understands that her grandfather has left the world and will not wake up again, she is still unwilling to give up and begged bitterly in front of him.

"Life is precious, you know!"

Wang Qingyuan drank violently, at this moment, his eyes bloomed with immeasurable light, as if two rounds of stars were rising and falling in his pupils, he held the knife in both hands, aimed at the open six reincarnation gates, and slashed down.

Laugh at!

The sword light is sheng, this knife surpasses any previous knife, Ziwei Heavenly Knife's true meaning soars, on the tip of the green iron long knife, it is full of nearly nine inches long mixed yuan knife qi, blazing like a flame, in the firelight, you can faintly see a vivid face, whether it is the simple young Song Yushu, or the human monk who fell in the Mochizuki Mountain Range and could not get up again, the human monk with the horse leather shroud, and the infant sacrifice altar, a young and peaceful little body, the little girl opened her arms, stubborn and unyielding figure.

This knife carries what Wang Qingyuan has seen and heard, and all his desires for life.

Accept your destiny in the sky, and be majestic in your heart, the life and death of the Beidou Lord!

This is the sixth knife of crape myrtle!

Burst!

The blood splashed three feet high, the knife was shining, and Wang Qingyuan was expressionless. Looking at the magpie lake, the evil Buddha disciple in the black robe covered his left shoulder, and the pitch-black Bodhi leaf appeared under his feet, and he went dozens of zhang away in a moment.

Save a lot. Finally slashed out this sixth knife, Wang Qingyuan did not feel any relief, but felt a little heavy in his heart.

Now, his sword can only carry the desire of life, but it is far from being able to redeem. Even relatives have not been perfected.

The road is still very long, and the road of immortals is long, and you need to go up and down to seek.

Boom!

The long knife was put into the sheath, Wang Qingyuan turned around, and on this day, the earth shattered the fifth kill, four kills and five kills.

......

Holding the reins, Wang Qingyuan walked into the town, and the granite road was cool. The little girl poked out her little head, her big eyes blinked, and she was a little curious, is this the hometown of Brother Qingyuan?

The ancient town of Meishan is not big, in Wang Qingyuan's memory, the town is all ancestors who have lived for generations for several generations, more than ten generations, and even dozens of generations. Every day is filled with the smell of fish and rice.

However, after a stick of incense, Wang Qingyuan, who was walking on Mashi Street, frowned slightly, because the pedestrians on the street were sparse, even if it was apricot blossom rain during the Qingming Festival. It shouldn't be so cold.

Wang Qingyuan noticed that even the townspeople walking on the street were in a trance, and after seeing Wang Qingyuan, they first showed a little curiosity, and then stopped talking. Finally, he shook his head and walked away.

No!

Wang Qingyuan quickened his pace, walked through Lixu Mashi Street, turned at a familiar corner, and walked into an old alley that looked a little old, the alley was wide enough for several carriages to enter.

Soon, a courtyard with a luxurious decoration and mossy corners appeared in front of me.

The familiar courtyard, a half-human-high water tank, and a narrow ditch leading to the magpie lake, leading to the clear lake water, but at this time, Wang Qingyuan's heart was chuckling, and there was a faint sense of foreboding.

"Brother Qingyuan, it's so cold. ”

The little girl poked her head out, shivering all over, since entering this old alley, the air began to become cold, at this time she exhaled into a mist, and it was already close to the cold winter wax moon.

Wang Qingyuan's eyes also became cold, weeds had grown in the yard, he remembered that when he returned in early spring last year, the second elder was still in good health, he worked in the field easily, and grew up in the field for half his life, the second elder was diligent in his hands and feet, and the yard was often weeded, and in ordinary times, it was impossible to be as overgrown with weeds as he is now, and it had even grown to more than two feet high.

"Time Knife" was running, and the majestic spiritual power broke out, Wang Qingyuan suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the closed wooden door in the courtyard, and scolded: "Get out!"

Click!

More than ten zhang apart, Wang Qingyuan ran the true meaning of the fist method of yin and yang differentiation, only to see the wooden door broken, a young man wearing a coarse cloth and a turban was shocked, and the whole person flew out of the air, fell into Wang Qingyuan's palm, and was pinched by the neck.

"Spare your life!"

The young man spoke with a local accent and looked frightened, he didn't expect it, he hid behind the door and stared, and even held his breath.

Wang Qingyuan frowned and said, "Where is the second elder in the house now!"

He didn't care what the young man's intention was to hide here, the most important thing at this moment was to make sure that the second elder was safe.

"Childe spare his life, the little one doesn't know!"

"Didn't know you were here!"

Wang Qingyuan snorted coldly, his palm was forceful, the young man's face turned red, and he reluctantly spoke: "Small...... True...... I don't know, Gong...... Son, go quickly. ”

Well?

Wang Qingyuan's heart moved, and he directly used the mind confusion technique.

For ordinary people, almost instantaneously, they are subjugated to the spirit and enslaved the soul.

"Where is the owner of the yard?"

"It's all in a cell. ”

"Who did that?"

"The kid is a bit of a doorway, he actually knows a spiritual exercise, which can confuse the spirit, no wonder he is so calm, you don't have to ask again, I'll tell you!" Suddenly, a somewhat playful voice sounded.

Wang Qingyuan put down his hand and withdrew the mind confusion technique, the young man regained his senses, as soon as his eyes turned, he showed a look of horror, strode back, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, it's not my fault, my lord spares his life." ”

"Demon Clan!"

Turning around, Wang Qingyuan looked at the person, a young man who looked graceful, dressed in a pure purple silk brocade robe, holding a folding fan, and even carrying an emerald green jasper wrench on his thumb.