The Immortal Fox Hall has never been calm since.

Mu Shuangying's figure was in the nine-tailed white fox, and his body was rippling with hazy brilliance, no longer expanding and contracting as before, as if everything was stable. And now, only she knows what she is, but the lot of blood that was spilled was spread on the ground, and with a slight shock from this fairy fox hall, it completely dissolved, and there was no longer a single thing.

A blood-colored glow emerged in the shadow of the white fox.

It seems to be a match, like a rainbow, flowing out of Mu Shuangying's body. Those mixed bloodlines are discarded one by one, leaving no trace behind. And the blood of the great demon gradually exuded a terrifying coercion here, and it roamed in all directions, dyeing the nine-tailed white fox into a mottled scarlet color, and it was even more condensed. Its eyes burst with divine light, as if it was really alive, and there was an inexplicable coercion that enveloped it.

This Immortal Fox Hall has been silent for too long, and its connotation has long been dispersed almost clean, but it suddenly vibrates lightly here.

The blood-colored white fox tilted its head slightly, and a slight wave suddenly appeared on its originally calm face. It seemed to have its own feelings, looking at everything in the Fairy Fox Hall in amazement, and saw the old ghost looking up in the broken qi. Then, slowly bowing his head, prostrate here, looking at the old ghost, his vertical eyes showed a little nostalgia and bitterness.

"Do you regret it?"

The old ghost asked suddenly.

The blood-stained white fox shook his head gently, as if he really had some residual consciousness in it. When the old ghost asked like this, he answered like this, and he never regretted his death.

Lowered his head, quite sad.

"So, let it be dispersed, let it be dispersed, he is no longer there, and there is not even a bone left. ”

The old ghost smiled bitterly, lifted the wine gourd, and poured a lot of it, his eyes were red.

The blood-stained white fox lowered his head, seemed to sigh, and then turned his head to look around. This former Immortal Fox Palace, the former Great Holy Dao Vessel, will also be broken to such a point, only the ruins and broken walls will be left, and there will be no more life. Everything has been drowned in the long river of history, and everything has been erased by the passage of time. The former great sage will eventually disappear, even if it is a true immortal.

"You have traveled all over the world for him, causing all kinds of mistakes, and the world will punish you. He entered the eight desolations in the universe again, and looked through Xinglan to look back. Suffering, life... In the end, he was also dead and his soul disappeared, and he realized that he was at fault. However, the big mistake has been made, and it is too late for you to see it. Otherwise, it should have passed away before the ancient era, so how could it stay here?"

The old ghost had drunk enough and began to babble gibberish.

He told too much about the past before the ancient times, but here, only he could hear it. The white fox could also hear it, but it ignored it, it looked around, and there was no nostalgia, so it condensed the blood red on its body, turned into its body, and formed a blood pill, among which Mu Shuangying was unconscious. The blood is condensed, the body is washed, the blood is cleansed, and the nine-tailed trend is restored.

Rumble!

The Immortal Fox Hall suddenly shook, and all kinds of divine light flowed, and 100,000 broken Dao marks manifested. They scrambled to circulate, slowly shattering, and turned into a mystical glow that enveloped the white fox and Mu Shuangying. Under the rippling qi, the condensed white fox shadow gradually became transparent again, and it became nothing, and it could be seen that a body of blood light was coiled around Mu Shuangying's body like a long river. In its flesh, another nine-tailed white fox phantom manifested, and then hovered over its shoulders, its eyes opened, and the magic was hidden in it.

The blood lines are intertwined, imprinted on the eyebrows, flowing and light, and finally a white flame mark will erase the traces left by the old ghost before, and it will be imprinted.

The old ghost naturally saw it, but he didn't say anything.

Hu Niangzi knows Mu Shuangying better than him, that drop of essence blood is always in his body, all the past, all the experiences, most of the Hu Niangzi can know. Under the Dao Heart Oath, there is no need to be so restrained.

The blood-stained white fox gradually turned into a virtual shadow after all, dim, but it raised its head again and looked into the distance.

Ang ——!

With a long groan, all directions are convinced!

There are five domains in the world, Dongsheng, Xiliang, Nanye, North Wilderness, Zhongzhou, and there are four seas rising in the four directions. The fox groans, under the sky, above the earth, through the past and the long river of time, reverberating in this world again. At this moment, too many people raised their heads to look, listening to the long chant full of reluctance and vicissitudes in their ears, and feeling the breath that did not belong to this era. The clouds in all directions are rolling and cloudy, there is no thunder, there is no roar, and the heavy rain is pouring down, and the entire Aragami Realm has to see it off.

There are hundreds of sons in Dongsheng, and the holy road is prosperous, all looking to the east of Dongsheng, and they don't know how to cry.

The Qin family of the Gongsun family, Qin Tian, who is called a ghost and a god, and the head of the Gongsun family, who is said to be a heavenly hand, are all stunned but don't know what it means, and they also lowered their arrogant heads and sent their lives to it.

Liangyi Gate has the inheritance of ancient times, the mountains are long chanting, and the black and white breath of Liangyi bursts out and points directly at Xiao Han. It cheered and rejoiced, as if it had taken revenge. The traces of the inner Dao that had been damaged for a long time finally dissipated the last strand of obstruction, and gradually regained its former majesty.

Tianxuanzong, Tianqingshan.

It was rare that the old man did not sit under the decaying wooden house, but came to the corner of Tianqing Mountain, facing the east. His face was full of amazement, he sighed deeply, and saw the barbarian and Qin Fang walking behind him.

"You two, it's time to go. ”

He sighed.

"Tianxuanzong has this catastrophe because of the two of us, if I really leave Tianxuanzong alone, you let me wait for the future to be a person?"

Qin Fang raised his thick eyebrows and snorted coldly.

Suddenly, he laughed again.

"If my father is here, he knows that I abandoned Tianxuanzong and ran for my life, so I have to open flowers on my ass. ”

The barbarian did not speak, but his face was resolute.

Only the old man of the foolish wood was silent, and then turned his head to look at the east, a pair of eyes with mysterious illusions, as if he could look through the mountains and the sea, and could see everything that was slowly dissipating. The long groan flowed here, and the old man slowly closed his eyes and sighed again.

"If you don't go, you don't have to go, but you don't have to take everything on yourself. The natural Tao method is coveted by others, and if you re-enter the world, you should have this calamity. For now, there is no need to say that. ”

After a pause, the old man sat down in place.

"The two of you, recite the Great Dao Sutra of Death with the old man, and see off the person who should have left a long time ago. ”

"Someone who should have left a long time ago?"

Qin Fang was stunned, then looked up at the east again.

He couldn't hear the long groan.

The barbarian didn't say much, but also stepped forward and sat cross-legged in front of the old man Yumu. Her face was full of sorrow, and she seemed to be able to feel the bitterness and sorrow. But she didn't say it, maybe it was caused by the natural avenue, so that she could hear and feel, so she chanted with the old man Yumu.

Qin Fang didn't realize the Ming calendar, but when he saw that he was like this, he also stepped forward and recited sincerely.

There is a Su family in Sioux City, the holy road is not prosperous, and the mandate of heaven is in charge.

"She went, after all. ”

The old man of Destiny is still the same as in the past, burly but dusty in temperament, surrounded by stars, hazy and magical. He walked to the Heavenly Mandate Pavilion and looked at the railing, and Su Qianlie hurriedly chased after him, his face was quite solemn.

"Senpai, this..."

"The water flows eastward, irretrievably, the person who should go has to go after all, even if he is obsessed, but he should also be dissolved. ”

The old man of the Mandate of Heaven said a mystery.

The divine light in his eyes is born and destroyed, he can see through everything, and the law of destiny calculates the terrain of heaven and earth, and he can probably know a lot. Hu Niangzi's only remaining obsession is hidden in the essence and blood, and it has only appeared now, but it has also reached the day of extinction. The old man of Destiny can calculate it, and Hu Niangzi has not covered it up, so he can see it.

A soft sigh.

The fox groaned, passing by with a wisp of breeze.

"You and the old man, recite the scriptures of the past together, so that this person who should have chased him a long time ago can find him. ”

The old man of the Mandate of Heaven stared at this, chanted the divine text in his mouth, and chased the fox away.

Su Qianlie didn't dare to disobey, so he followed the recitation.

There is a demon clan in the Northern Wilderness, and an old woman also stepped out of the retreat, full of gloom.

Xiliang Dynasty, Buddhism 3,000, there are scriptures to cross the people who should cross, the three generations of Buddha inheritance here, send the old people to the past.

Nanye is mountainous, and wars are everywhere, but it is rare to calm down today, and 100,000 demon kings dare not make trouble.

The Zhongzhou Dynasty, dominating one side, 100,000 disciples of the Holy Dao fell to the ground and sent them off.

On this day, too many people know, or don't know, to send back those who should go, even if the ancient great sage has fallen, it has never been like this. The fox groan, flowing with the long wind, walked the world again, and looked at the road again. Vicissitudes, ancient, deep and low. It has an indescribable feeling, wherever it goes, where there will be rain, the sky is sad, the ground is also sad, and the fox is confused by the general trend of the day.

It was circulating, walking, stepping through the five domains and four seas, and came to the Burial Immortal Mountain.

The dark red blood knife was thrown on the ground, and Lu Chen suddenly knelt there, covering his heart, unable to stop crying.

The wind here has also become a little urgent.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know why there was such a fox moan. Just hearing it, I felt a pain in my heart, and even my soul trembled. Just like this burial immortal mountain, just like this bloody ghost ridge, the blood-eyed ghost demon was rarely quiet for a day, and there was a faint sobbing sound echoing under the stone tablet. And this already gloomy sky is also more depressing, the drizzle is like a silk mist, but it has not been cleaned, only making everything heavier.

The ghosts that wander aimlessly, the wisps of soul breath that should have dissipated and revived...

The shadows of the mountains, the dancing fire, the silent and cold atmosphere.

Millions of ghosts cry!

The sound is sad, and the way of heaven is the same!

Rumble!

A thunderclap tore the sky apart, leaving a dazzling mark on the dark and oppressive sky.

A wisp of wind flowed, and the fox's voice was in the ears. It fell lightly and reached Lu Chen's shoulder. That trace of warm softness, gently brushed, if the lover's fingertips flow warmly, and then leave. Lu Chen barely raised his head, and many masks had melted, and the rain of tears on his mask slipped quietly.

The shadow that should have dissipated, the man who knelt down and was immortal at the thought, seemed to appear there again.

The wind, which fell into a low grave in front of him, and carried the fox that had walked through the world, finally fell here.

The figure, after all, was no longer straight, bent down, knocked deeply on the ground, and its body was trembling.

His proud bones were finally overturned, and his head was finally lowered for it.

Lu Chen could see that the woman wearing the mask of the white fox had left a shadow in front of the low grave. The gentle gaze, the affection, can be seen through the mask. She crouched down, lifted him up, hugged him, and dissipated...

"It's... Have you forgiven him..."

Lu Chen looked at it blankly, and wiped the wet marks on his mask again. Looking up again, the world seems to be clearer.