"Why hasn't Qinghui returned yet?" Xie Hui paced back and forth outside the poisonous ghost forest, worried.

"The lord of the castle should worry about himself first!"

A deep and majestic voice sounded behind them, and everyone turned their heads in amazement. But they saw countless soldiers wearing battle armor, holding sharp weapons, and wearing strong bows on their backs, overwhelmingly forming a siege around them.

The soldiers were densely packed, like black clouds crushing the city. Such a large number of people moved, but it looked orderly and without the slightest chaos. It is obviously a well-trained elite soldier, and it must be led by a good general who is proficient in arranging troops.

"Pei Ju?!"

"According to the holy decree, Gao Gong, the general of the left guard, is the commander, and Pei Ju, the servant of the ministry, is the supervisor of the army, and he is crusading against the rebels and thieves such as the Southwest Duzun Fort. ”

"Amitabha. "Don't be greedy for Gao Xuan's Buddha's number, and said: "General Gao, we are the monks of the Zen Monastery and the monks, and we will lead a monk of the Xuanmen Righteous Way to come here to hunt down and kill the rebel Mo Xiaolou of the Demon Gate, and I dare not have the idea of rebellion!"

Pei Ju chuckled lightly and got straight to the point:

"You wait to chase and kill the demon of the Demon Gate, can you chase it to the Wild Goose Palace?"

"Uh......"

Pei Ju bowed to the east again and said: "The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister." The Wild Goose Palace is a mysterious thing in the world, containing the mysterious opportunity of immortality, which has appeared in Bashu in Sui, and you should report it to Your Majesty if you know its news. How do you know, waiting for the Buddha and Taoism Xuanmen, instead of reporting it, you want to join forces with the thief Xie Hui and others to explore the Wild Goose Palace privately, which is simply ill-intentioned and bold. He deserves to be punished!"

"Pei Shilang, I didn't know this was the Wild Goose Palace!"

"I don't know, I don't know......" Pei Ju sneered,

"I advise you, it's better to be caught. The emperor decreed that those who dare to resist will be killed. His crime is to plot against the Nine Clans!"

"Amitabha, Pei Ju, don't deceive people too much. When I enter Beijing to see the national teacher, I am afraid that the official position of your official servant will come to an end. ”

"What a Buddhist demon. The poisonous hand has reached out to the imperial court, and it is indeed intended to rebel!"

"Pei Shilang, what do you have to say to these rebellious ministers and thieves, I will do my best to command the Xiaoguo army, and I can't destroy these rabble?

Gao Gong was not as good at talking as Pei Ju, and when he saw that he couldn't talk, he directly ordered to attack.

Xiaoguo's military order was forbidden, and as soon as the order was given, there were overwhelming arrows shooting at Xie Hui and the others. The scene suddenly turned on their backs, and the outermost minions were instantly shot into a sieve, and the blood was wild.

"Damn it, get into the woods!"

......

At this time, in the illusion of the Temple of Greed. Fan Qinghui saw that Concubine Xuan had obviously recovered her memory, and even called Mo Xiaolou her father, she was immediately angry, and her voice was a little distorted.

"Concubine Xuan, when will you still recognize the thief as your father?"

The concubine raised her head with difficulty, looked at her master's eyes seriously, and her hoarse voice was unbearable.

"Division...... Master, Concubine Xuan is too tired...... It's so tiring...... I want to help you conquer greed...... Get out of ....... out of the illusion, but ...... Your obsession is too deep, Concubine Xuan can't do it...... Daddy, I know you're omnipotent, there must be a way, right?"

At this time, she could not find a place in her body that was intact, drenched in blood, her face was pitch black, and it was obvious that the poisonous gas had entered her internal organs.

There is only one pair of eyes, so bright that people can't look directly, and even the poisonous insects all over the body don't seem to want to touch this piece of light.

Mo Xiaolou mourned in his heart, even if he didn't know the specific rules here, but just looking at the current state of Concubine Xuan, he also knew that what she said about sleeping was definitely not just sleeping!

Fall asleep and never wake up again.

"Concubine Xuan! Abandon the vulgar appearance and protect the mind. Mo Xiaolou hurriedly reminded.

"Daddy...... Concubine Xuan is so sleepy....... Master, Concubine Xuan is sorry for you............ I'm so sleepy....... I want to sleep. ”

Drip......

Drip......

Drip......

Follow the column......

The few remaining beads of blood dripped on the dark gray ground......

Like a flower blooming in a black nightmare......

In the dead silence, I could only hear the murmur of the concubine:

"Rabbits, finch,

Lots of ......."

The last of the blood on the lips of the concubine was faded, and the voice of the voice was almost inaudible, and the breeze gently blew the corners of her tattered clothes, and slowly, her miserable little hands, weakly, hung to the side, allowing death to take away the last glimmer of light in her eyes......

Mo Xiaolou pillowed Concubine Xuan's head in his arms, although there were no tears in his eyes, his heart was already sad.

"Silly girl, I'm ...... I lied to you. ”

"I said I would take you to the desert to fly the eagle...... How can you die here...... Fan-Qing-Hui!"

Mo Xiaolou's voice went from low to high, from the initial low, and gradually turned into a roar.

Putting down the concubine, Mo Xiaolou stood up and looked at Fan Qinghui coldly. ：

"Mo Xiaolou, it was you who killed the concubine. If you don't tie her up, she will become the next lord of Cihang Jingzhai and become the pillar of Kuang Fu Tian, how can she end up today. ”

"Fan Qinghui, it's useless to say more, you will die in this Wild Goose Palace today. ”

"What?"

Mo Xiaolou smiled miserably and closed his eyes, as if he was brewing.

And the moment he opened his eyes, his body suddenly appeared with a strong light, blood-colored light!

After the light, his body was suspended in mid-air, his fluffy hair was spread in the wind, and his posture of looking at the world made Fan Qinghui's whole body tremble just by looking at it.

And his outfit is also very different from before.

Wearing long blood-red hair, draped over his shoulders, wearing a dark black python robe and armor, stepping on gold silk to climb the clouds, on his back, a dark red cloak hunting sound, a pair of intimidating eyes, proud of the world, and extraordinary.

The eyeballs are also blood red!

"The power of the heart ......," he whispered.

At this time, his eyes were deep and his posture was arrogant, and there was hardly any human emotion in his eyes.

Fan Qinghui turned around and ran when he realized that the situation was wrong, and fled frantically into the main hall of the palace.

Mo Xiaolou flew down and hugged the petite and delicate body of the concubine.

Whoosh –

No one could capture Mo Xiaolou's trajectory, and in the blink of an eye, he was already above the palace.

"You all have to die. ”

A demon-like voice came from above the palace, Mo Xiaolou stood in the sky, condescendingly looking at the beings on the ground, and his momentum was like a mountain.

In the midst of the rumbling roar, the whole world seemed to tremble.

"A bold thief, he dares to disturb the imperial city!"

Countless guards slammed into formation, swords and halberds reaching the sky.

"It's time for you, the False Holy Emperor, who is high above, to taste the pain. ”

Before the words fell, I saw him wave his hand gently.

In an instant, a column of guards turned into a mist of blood.

And as he landed, the guards who dared to approach him fell one after another as if they were harvesting wheat.

"How...... How is that possible?!"

He ...... Is he a human or a ghost?"

"Run, we don't have enough ...... for him."

Mo Xiaolou walked leisurely, pacing slowly, and walked into the main hall of the palace.

Along the way, corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood stained the ground red.

In the palace, the tall Fan Qinghui was still sitting on the dragon chair, Mo Xiaolou sneered, staring at Fan Qinghui,

"Miscellaneous, you like to be tortured, don't you......"

He chuckled with a hint of mockery: "I don't know if I live or die......"

Fan Qinghui felt a chill in her heart, the aura of Mo Xiaolou in front of her was terrifying, countless times stronger than her outside the illusion...... No, this power does not belong to the world at all!

The red-haired Mo Xiaolou then waved, Fan Qinghui, his left hand was broken!

With another wave, the right hand is broken!

Left leg, right leg, ear, nose, eyes......

Under three moves and two styles, Fan Qinghui was dismembered, no, he was cut into a stick!

She wasn't dead yet, her mouth was moaning in pain, and she was squirming on the ground with difficulty, and it was unbearable to see.

"Amitabha. ”

At this time, the mantra is long overdue.

"Amitabha. As soon as he saw Fan Qinghui's tragic condition, he glanced at Mo Xiaolou reproachfully, and with a flash of golden light on his hand, Fan Qinghui healed instantly, and there was not even the slightest scar on his body. It's just that there is still a look of horror on his face.

"Amitabha, Lord of Fasting, haven't you understood yet?"

Fan Qinghui pressed the horror in his heart, sighed, and stopped speaking. There are some things that I don't understand, I just don't want to understand.

At this time, Zhenyan found out about the state of the concubine, frowned, and said: "Why did you ...... so quickly?"

As soon as the words fell, the golden light in his hand flashed again, sprinkled towards the concubine.

Suddenly, the little girl also came back from the dead.

"Master, you ......"

"It's too late, listen to me...... The House of Greed and the House of Sorrow have become one...... And the ...... of the House of Mourning"

The mantra closed his eyes, gently turned the rosary with his right hand, and fell into meditation.

Long.

"The grief is not over, and the longing is not forgotten. I'm afraid that even if we have a big grudge this time, we will have to work together. ”