On the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, where the red clothes dissipated, a teardrop fell silently, smashed to the ground, and soaked the resentful soil.

The narrow road connecting the imperial tomb and the mass grave, after blending into that tear, is like a hidden door being washed open by surging water.

Landslides and ground cracks.

Nine shades open the door.

In a panic, Ma Mingluo held a black gas spear and a bull-headed ghost with an axe, leading thousands of yin to spray from the cracked gate of the underworld like locusts, wantonly absorbing the resentment that lingered in the sky.

The resentful ghosts in the imperial tomb were led by the nameless middle-aged man with his soul, and his spirit was used as medicine, and he burned it out with the yellow talisman. On the mass grave, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts were leaderless after the female ghost in red dissipated, swimming like headless flies, and was swallowed up by the yin cha crawling out of the underworld one by one.

The underworld has the rules of the underworld, and the opportunity to absorb resentment so recklessly, even if the bull head and horse face have been handsome for hundreds of years, they have never encountered it.

The red-clothed Lu Nishang used the most poisonous and resentful death method to make his resentful spirit the king of the hundred ghosts in the mass grave, but the purpose was to suppress the hundred ghosts with his own body.

Her resentful spirit, because of the red-clothed blood coffin, buried alive, achieved the most evil resentment in the world, and the resentful spirits in the mountains are like a group of beasts seeing the king of the mountain, and they will pay tribute to their ghost king who has accumulated grudges for many years.

It's a pity that the resentful spirit only has resentment, but no divine sense, otherwise it would have been discovered a long time ago that the terrifying red figure still has a trace of heat in his heart.

It is with this trace of love and kindness that she has scorched a new life for this land.

After years of resentment, he turned into tears, and finally opened the door to the Nine Shades.

The resentment of the forest in this place in the world alarmed the king of the underworld and sent a ghost to strangle him.

This was her plan, the plan she made with the nameless middle-aged man after she learned of his death.

A hundred years of mass graves, millions of unjust souls, the world is powerless to stop it, only by inviting the ancestor of the nameless middle-aged man Ma Mingluo can the chaos be quelled.

Seeing that the yin cha surrounded and suppressed the resentful spirits, the red-robed man dissipated, and the yellow-robed man lowered his hands and turned to look at the Shura Emperor's Mausoleum.

The nameless middle-aged man and the red-clothed Lu Nishang both fulfilled their long-cherished wishes, dissipated in the world, and had no chance to be reborn.

This time, it was his turn.

At this time, Xu Chaojie did not recall the past, he only knew that he had gained the world in his life, lost the world, loved and been loved. No matter how the history books of later generations crusade against this fallen king, he no longer cares.

Enough has been lived in this life.

If there is an afterlife, I want to meet her again.

If there is no afterlife, it is enough.

"I have never regretted it. Even in the face of the ancestors and ancestors of the entire imperial mausoleum, this king of the dead country can calmly say such shameless but still heroic words.

He thought of the young man, and said sincerely, "Boy, take care of my people. ”

I saw the condensed Emperor Chao Ji fly down to the place where the skull was, light wax in front of the tomb, and after the three candles were lit, the stone tablet in front of the tomb fell, revealing a headless corpse with an unsealed coffin.

The white skeleton was wearing the same yellow robe as Xu Chaoji, lying quietly in the tomb.

Xu Chao put his skull into the coffin and merged it with the yellow robe and white bones.

I saw that under the white bones, the blood-colored rune array was overflowing, and it was obvious that the formation had been launched.

Xu Chao turned around and walked out of the tomb, extinguished the lamps and candles, and the stone tablet rose again, sealing his mausoleum.

The volley swept rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the yellow robe went to the Ding furnace in the center of the imperial mausoleum. Emperor Chao Ji sat suspended in the air, and the Ding furnace under his seat emitted the same blood-colored glow as the rune array, and fell violently.

A crack was opened in the central part of the Imperial Mausoleum by the Ding Furnace, and the ghostly light penetrated through the crack, hitting the ground and pulling open a long crack.

Then the ghost light squeezed the ground, and the blood qi came out again, and the square in the center of the imperial tomb collapsed, and bright red blood light gushed from the ground.

The last emperor of Shura's face was as pale as water, and when he saw that there were no more rocks under him, they were all a sea of blood, and he closed his eyes and fell.

"Boom!"

Like a glass of water into boiling oil, the blood gas bursts after surging, and the red light soars into the sky.

The old eunuch Chen Zhigui was in Chang'an City, and he also saw the scene of blood in the east, he put down the treasure letter he had been holding high, and saw that the skull in it was no longer there.

This old man, who has watched Chang'an in the world for ten years on Suzaku Street, finally at this moment, blood and tears, hoarse crying: "Your Majesty ......"

Outside Chang'an City, under the Mingde Gate, Nangong leaned against the city wall, waiting for the knife to fall.

Since you can't keep Chang'an, let's die with Chang'an.

Anyway, he didn't want to live anymore.

I have never experienced any real suffering, I have never lost someone close to me, but because of setbacks and disappointments, I have already thought of life and death.

After all, it's too fragile.

Bai Ye in the crowd shook his head lightly and said to himself, "You have to grow up quickly." Not every time someone will block the knife for you. ”

Fortunately, this time, there is.

Nangong, who hadn't felt the Chiyan long knife for a long time, finally opened his eyes and looked up at Fu Yu in puzzlement.

It was not too far away from him, and the shadow that was not familiar enough was shining under the Chiyan long knife.

"Cistanche ......" he blurted out a little distractedly, but he didn't shout too loudly, and after he reacted, he shouted hoarsely again: "Cistanche!

The figure didn't respond, only to see her take a step, and actually forced Fu Yushengsheng back two steps.

Nangong no longer had the sober mind to analyze the battle situation, so he was about to step forward and drag Cistanche away, but when he got up, he was held down by a big hand on his shoulder.

Looking back angrily, it was the general Bai Liyao.

"Father, save Cistanche!" Nangong pleaded eagerly.

Bai Liyao pressed Nangong back to the city wall, stared at the battlefield with both eyes, and said to Nangong gently: "You have done a good job. ”

"Father, please save her. Nangong didn't listen to Bai Liyao's relief, and was only worried about Cistanche's life and death.

It's only been four days since they've known each other, but he doesn't know when he has regarded her as family.

Bai Liyao still ignored Nangong's request for help, and said, "Fu Yu's knife, you have already stopped it." What you didn't stop was a knife from Garu. ”

Nangong didn't listen, but begged Bai Liyao to let go, if the latter didn't save him, he would go by himself.

Bai Liyao continued unhurriedly: "What is covered with the black knife is the legendary Jialou luck. The fire of the Karm burns up all evil. The world is born sinful, and coming to this world is to atone for sin, and before entering the immortal gate, the karmic fire cannot be burned. ”

Nangong struggled to no avail, and finally listened to Bai Liyao's words, and then looked at Cistanche and Fu Yu, and saw that Cistanche seemed to be slightly better.

It's just that the red light on Cistanche's body is circulating, is it Fu Yu's karmic fire burning?

How did she stop the karmic fire?

Nangong said to Bai Liyao: "Isn't there no one to stop the karmic fire?"

Bai Liyao said: "Taoism is natural, and yin and yang are born together. Everything in the world always has a mutual restraint. ”

Nangong said: "What is the keke?"

Bai Liyao said: "Karmic fire is the luck of Jialou, and in the Great Zhou, there is naturally the luck of the Great Zhou." ”

Nangong seemed to have an epiphany and said, "Shennong?"

Bai Liyao said: "It's Shura." ”