It turned out that after the Soul Devouring Banner was broken just now, the souls that escaped all flocked to Tang Zui's body. Because of Mo Daohan's deep resentment, after he became a soul, he gave birth to consciousness, and the soul power of the soul devouring banner inspired Mo Daohan in the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Period. He unconsciously made a breakthrough.

This time, it is still entering the foundation building period. I entered the ghost path, and at this time, I just woke up.

The advance of the ghost spirit is already a thousand difficulties, and it has just woken up, and it has not yet consolidated the realm, if it can take time. The recovery is as before, and the future of the avenue is still unknown. It's a pity that now, he can only fight hard to fight the duel at the beginning of the foundation building period.

The blow of the Lord of Poison Xuan Xuan just now also made Mo Daohan's soul figure a little dim. He unsealed it with both hands, pressed a part of the stone wall, and the secret passage that had been closed before was reopened in an instant.

"Quack, it turned out to be a soul body. has become a conscious soul, you were only in the spirit period during your lifetime, and the Lord of this Xuan is not afraid of you, and now you have advanced to the foundation building period with your soul, how can I keep you. I want to make your soul fly away at this moment!" said Kill Absolute viciously.

"Let's go! Tang drunk!" Mo Daohan himself definitely couldn't resist the attack of the killing, and hurriedly urged Tang drunk to leave.

Tang was drunk and stood up. Gritting his teeth, he immediately ran to the last exit of the secret passage.

"I want to go!" "The man who killed the Soul Eater was leaving, and he wanted to intercept it. but also attracted Mo Daohan's entanglement.

Mo Daohan received another slap on his back and spit out a mouthful of blood. But he still unprinted with both hands and patted the wall. The door to the secret passage closed slowly. Tang is drunk and has already escaped.

Killing the seal of both hands, using all his strength, it was another heavy blow, hitting Mo Daohan, Mo Daohan's eyes were a little dilated. But still, the last spiritual power was condensed. rushed towards this demon who destroyed the Mo family.

But it was still a trapped beast fight, and when Mo Daohan turned into green smoke, Mo Daohan let out a deep breath of meaning. He saw someone who loved his daughter so much. He, as a father, was pleased......

Outside Qingming Town, Tang Zui was dragging his tired body. Continue to walk forward, looking back more than once in the direction of his hometown. This escape, I don't know when I will return to Qingming Town, and I don't know what the bloody Qingming Town is like now.

The day has seen the whiteness of the belly. The appearance of the sun seems to be hope. Just like Xiao Mo's little face, so brilliant. Full of vigor and beauty.

Tang drunk ran to a mountain cliff, under the cliff is a long river, winding and extending into the distance, I don't know the source and the end, the river is flowing rapidly. It's like the dividing line between life and death.

On the opposite bank, you can see a jujube tree full of fruit. The sun is shining down, and the shadows of the lush trees are so beautiful.

"Quack, I must pinch your heart!" Not far behind Tang Zui, Kill had already caught up. There were some bumps in the road, but it was still steady. His body was covered with blood-colored scars of various sizes. All of this was bought by Mo Daohan sacrificing himself. And the poison that Mo Daohan planted in the chest of killing also faintly attacked.

Kill Jue kicked up a stone as big as a skull with his foot and smashed it Tang Zui's back. Tang was drunk, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood after being smashed, as if the bones in his entire back were shattered. He fell to the ground and slid forward for five or six meters before stopping, his clothes already shabby.

Waiting for death is death, facing the river in front of you. Tang drunk clenched his fists. Jump! Maybe there's a little bit of life to speak of. Tang drunk no longer hesitated, jumped from the edge of the cliff, and the rushing river flowed rapidly.

Tang Zui looked up at the sky, and the sun had risen. Shining on his face, as warm as his mother's hand. He stroked the alien iron on his chest, as if he was hugging his mother and father. Slowly closed his eyes and fell headlong into the turbulent river.

Is it over, and the end is also a kind of beginning......

A metamorphosis, a fresh beginning.

Since then, Tang's drunken cultivation has officially kicked off.

7. Under the scorching sun, the earth also became hot. Sandalwood incense in the shrine fills the temple courtyard, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old novice is gently sweeping the dust with a broom.

Faxiang Temple is a dilapidated temple in the remote part of Yanxuan Kingdom, according to legend, it was inherited from the territory of Chenzhou one of the ancient Buddhist sects of Faxiangzong, but at its peak, there were only 300 monks.

Today's Faxiang Temple, there are only more than 20 people. Faxiang Temple is located in the east of Yanxuan country, the terrain is remote, and it is a place of poor mountains and bad waters. It is also a hundred miles away from the town of Qingying.

"Uncle Shi, when will I finish cleaning?" asked a middle-aged monk who was meditating, brushing the beads of sweat from his head.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be dry, don't speak, be cautious! Shanqing, since you have entered the Buddha's door, you should have a Buddha's heart. Persistence is the most important thing in everything. After saying this, the monk said no more.

Xiao Shami, whose name is Shanqing, scratched his head, a little puzzled. He only entered the temple in recent years. He was originally a child begging along the street, wandered to the vicinity of the Faxiang Temple, and was presided over by the ferry, so he stayed here.

Shanqing secretly cursed in his heart for "dead bald donkey", and began to clean the courtyard again. He always felt that it was very sinful to stay in this environment, and in the face of a group of seemingly nervous people, he couldn't eat a rabbit yet.

He sniffled, looked at the center of the monastery, sighed secretly, and suddenly remembered that when he was wandering, many people were starving to death, and he felt that he was the luckiest.

"Raise the fire temperature by two minutes and put in the three green lotus Bodhi flowers. The monk's sonorous voice echoed through the temple.

I saw that in the Faxiang Temple, a huge bronze tripod was standing in the courtyard, and the flame was burning with dry wood under the tripod. And in the boiling water in Dingzhong, there is a person.

The body **, a little thin, frowned, revealing a perseverance that did not admit defeat, and there was a red iron pendant on his chest.

It's Tang drunk.

"Uncle Shi, when will this human flesh be cooked and how will it be eaten? Shanqing looked at the big ding, pointed at Tang drunk and asked.

"It's time to fight!" the middle-aged monk tapped his finger on Shanqing's head, and immediately puffed up a red envelope. He also preached to Shanqing: "Your Buddha heart, it seems that the dust is still not exhausted. ”

"Uncle Shi spares my life, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Shanqing covered his head and ran into the distance. He touched it lightly, and it hurt to crack his mouth.

"The lotus finger of the dead bald donkey has improved again. Hmph, don't let you eat, don't let you eat, why do you beat people. Shanqing scolded a few words secretly, pouted and walked away. He looked at the Tang drunk in Dingzhong hatefully, as if he saw a fat duck, and he really wanted to eat meat and wanted to fall into the devil.