Qingshi clasped his hands together, the wind and snow in all directions were shrouded in golden light, the sky and the earth were shaking, and the green robe and the white lily were glued together.

He knew that the immortal body in front of him couldn't be stopped, and he couldn't beat it, even if he had attained the bodhisattva status now, the power of the earth's hidden wish failed to clear the hell, and it was not considered to have fulfilled the oath of the year, and at this moment, his sleeves were empty, except for this immortal body, there was no other bargaining chip against Yuan Tiangang.

Even so, he did not hesitate.

Yuan Tiangang sneered.

This monk has an almost immortal physique, if he is entangled with himself, then the monk is unremitting, and he can't kill him.

So he slapped it again, rubbed the eight heavenly phases in the palm of his palm, and smashed it on the top of the blue stone.

Blood spurted out of the young monk's mouth and nose, and the whole person staggered to the ground, and when he fell, he gritted his teeth and held his breath, and raised his hands to form a seal of the immovable Ming King.

Qingshi raised his head, and the shadow of his palm had fallen from the sky.

The heavens and the earth were dark, and gold and blood were splashed.

In the storm, the bluestone with both hands is like sitting on the big river, the waves are turbulent, and the boat is crumbling.

His gaze was already a little dazed, and when he opened his lips, blood was dripping between his teeth, and then he suddenly woke up, and suddenly shouted again—

"Push the door, push the door!"

The white-clothed figure was only a few dozen feet away from the last door.

Yuan Tiangang laughed softly.

Bluestone's pupils constricted.

Outside that door.

Jian Zongming's flying momentum came to a screeching halt.

The huge high door was surrounded by clouds and mist on both sides, and just as Sword Sect Ming drew his sword and was about to push the door, two purple gold chains shot out like lightning in the clouds and mist on both sides.

Jian Zongming stepped on the door with one foot, ran up, drew his sword and cut left and right, and the two chains that were cut were unbelievably not broken, but were slashed by the sword qi with a click, the texture was brittle and tough, and it shot back, and then the clouds and mist quickly drowned the man who drew the sword on the door, and after the moment when Jian Zongming was stagnant, hundreds of huge purple gold chains burst out-

The entire giant gate was overwhelmed by the purple-gold thunder crackling sound.

On both sides of the mist-shrouded giant gate, there are two pairs of huge vertical pupils, one on the left and one on the right, ghostly and gloomy.

Jian Zongming's face was calm, he stepped on the façade, and cut through the huge chain current, the sword qi could not break those chains at one time, but overlapping and slashing, and the two chains had already shown signs of shattering.

As he ran, the closer he got to the top of the door, the closer the owner of the two huge eyes drew to the door, and the wind pressed down on the heavy wheezing sound.

The Lake of Souls boils.

Jian Zong suddenly put away his sword, inserted a sword, put one hand on the hilt of Dugu's sword, and the whole person still stepped on the door, turned around, and looked at the bluestone under the clouds.

The "Dugu" in his hand was forcibly used in half of the sword...... Inserted into the giant door.

On both sides of Jian Zongming, there were Dugu sword marks of varying heights.

Dense.

Tens of thousands.

Qingshi looked at this scene in distraction.

"Open this door...... Do you think he hasn't thought about it?" Yuan Tiangang chuckled softly and said, "Jian Zongming has his back against this door and has been guarding the ghost gate for so long...... He had tried countless times, not a single one of them had succeeded. ”

The white boy put one hand on the top of Qingshi's head.

Yuan Tiangang sensed the qi and blood of the monk in front of him, his breath was relieved, and his soul was unstable.

Even if you have an immortal body, what is the use?

Yuan Tiangang glanced back at the man in white with the pestle sword above the ghost gate, and said softly: "Sword Zongming's sword path, after arriving at the sword of all things, came to an end. So he came to the Ghost Gate, if he could open this door with the Kendo realm...... Then he will be perfected. It's a pity that he couldn't cross that threshold in the end. ”

On both sides of the door, between the clouds and mist, there were first two fierce faces breaking through the mist, and then there was a whole sky-high burly torso, one left and one right, golden armor and red feathers, the eyes were not bright, the tall figures on the left and right, the hands clenched the "purple gold chain", if the body was touched, it would be hooked out of the soul, entangled by the "reed rope" in this world, the left and right bows, and the flesh was torn.

Jian Zongming stepped on that door, and he took a deep breath.

Yuan Tiangang is right, he really wants to take the last step with this.

And in the days and nights of the ghost gate, he suppressed ten thousand ghosts with sword intent, and there was only one Dugu in his hand, and the qi machine practice was as continuous as water, sitting here all day long, once the thinking was blocked, if he had a comprehension, he would pick up his sword and run to the door.

Just to open the door.

Regardless of the results.

It's a pity that there have been thousands of attempts, but none of them have succeeded.

for they who are guarding this door.

It is on par with Hou Qing...... God, Yu Lei!

The man in white pulled out Dugu, he looked at the huge door, and further up, how many more there were, it is not yet known.

Maybe it's just one step away.

Maybe 108,000 miles.

But this time, it's different.

Jian Zongming muttered softly, "This is ...... One last attempt. ”

Yuan Tiangang watched Jian Zongming disappear into the clouds with extreme calmness.

The light in the pupils of the god was full of light, and the two burly figures looked at each other, and the "reed rope" in their hands flew out, rampaging across the façade of the entire door, staggered and horizontal.

The young man looked down at Qingshi and said calmly: "It's a pity that there is a peerless genius in kendo. ”

Bluestone lifted up and looked at the giant door in a daze.

Ten breaths.

There was no movement.

Twenty breaths, still.

Yuan Tiangang's palm kept hovering above Qingshi's head.

The silence of the world came from the top of the door.

There was a sharp sword roar.

Bluestone watched as a severed sword fell from the clouds, slashing through the reeds along the way, and finally roaring into the earth.

But he didn't see the white clothes.

But he knew that for Jian Zongming, if the sword was broken, the person would be gone.

The swordsmen in this world are all like this.

The white young man exhaled softly.

He said softly: "There is nothing to be nostalgic about in the world, if he dies, you will accompany him." ”

Yuan Tiangang didn't use much strength.

That monk's physique can't be broken by brute force.

But Bluestone's soul is too fragile.

Keep your palms close to the top of your head.

If it is not unexpected, it is the pouring of soul power.

In an instant, there is no bluestone in the world, and there is no place to hide.

The world is empty, and the ghost gate is also empty.

But with the fall of Yuan Tiangang's palm-

The white boy's pupils shrank suddenly.

The monk, who had closed his eyes peacefully, opened his eyes a little confused.

A cloud of blood exploded in front of Bluestone.

Half of Bluestone's cheeks were stained with hot and burning immortal blood.

The young man with half of his body blown through was first stunned and looked at his left arm, and then stumbled, staggering, almost unsteady on his feet.

The Taixu Wind and Snow froze half of his side, recondensed into a perfect arm, and countless immortal blood beads rolled in the air like thunder, rushing towards the young man's body.

Between Yuan Tiangang and Qingshi, there was a distance of three feet at this moment.

Between these three feet, there was an extra figure of lotus clothes.

No one knows how he appeared.

From the human world to the ghost gate.

Bluestone's six divine powers did not capture the slightest trace of him.

Yuan Tiangang also didn't have it.

The figure of the lotus robe maintained a posture of raising one finger and drawing down the void from left to back.

He looked at his teacher and spoke softly.

"Eight Heavenly Phases ......"

"Immortal Shell ......"

Yuan Tiangang, who was covering half of his body, his eyes were stunned, and his fingertips trembled.

"It turns out that you are not really 'immortal'......" Yi Xiao smiled: "Otherwise, why can't even I resist a sword?"

The young man who began to retreat one after another, stared at the lotus clothes who had escaped from the Tianji Sea, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Lu Shen didn't kill you?"

The lotus cloth smiled again: "If you have the ability, it is better to gather the entire Lu Shen, I will stand here without dodging or dodging, and let you poke a sword with all your strength, maybe ...... Am I really going to die?"

Qingshi's lips were pale, and he looked at Yi Xiao in front of him, and seemed to see an extremely familiar figure.

The woman on the lotus peak, the bodhisattva.

Yuan Tiangang's fingers curled up in his sleeves began to rhythm, and countless lines of nothingness began to spread.

Yi Xiao said calmly: "You want to use the previous trick to summon all the remaining ghosts in the ghost gate...... Come hold me down so I can push the door open?"

Yuan Tiangang's face was gloomy, and he couldn't stop pinching the trick in his hand.

His Royal Highness raised his head, the black mist was surging, and he said softly: "This hell should have imprisoned dead beings. But the way of heaven collapsed, the reincarnation was incomplete, and some people did not die and went to hell, just to seek eternal life. ”

Yi Xiao turned around and said softly in Qingshi's voice, "I'm sorry...... On the way from the world, there was a delay of some time. I have brought with me one thing, that those who have died because of me will come back to life after this day. ”

He turned around with a smile and faced Yuan Tiangang, his smile was restrained, his face was solemn, and he slowly raised his arms.

The lotus clothes boiled, drummed, and lifted.

He brought something from the earth.

Above the ghost gate, a ray of sky light gushed out, and there was a drop of turbid water, smashing into the ghost gate, rising and falling.

Then came the second drop, the third drop, and so on.

Booming river.

Surging.

"I ...... from the world Brought Qijiang!"

In the ghost gate, a tall figure like a mountain and a sea poured out.

The fallen people of all eras, those who are really hidden in the depths of the ghost gate, only have vague consciousness left, and even have the remnants of the soul of several sentient beings.

The most crazy thing about immortality is the realm of sentient beings who are only one step away.

Among the ghost gates, only the dead should be taken in, but there are too many cultivators who are dying but not dead, and their time is eternally stuck at the moment of dying.

If this broken rules of heaven and earth cannot be repaired, then the entire ghost gate will be defiled by those cultivators who have fallen into the demonic path.

Thereupon...... There is a small world of its own.

Specializes in picking up those important characters who may be tainted by the ghost gate.

Yuan Tiangang's voice trembled a little, and he read those two words.

"Pi...... shore?"

I once sensed the existence of the ferryman, and the appearance of that man was too brief every time, and then the whole person seemed to disappear into the world.

Such an existence has nothing to do with its own plans, so why bother?

Yuan Tiangang never thought that the original "other side" ...... It exists for such a purpose.

And the ferryman has no substance.

He is the Qijiang River that runs through the Central Plains.

Looking at the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the world, some people laugh and some cry here.

Gently take one amazing and brilliant cultivator after another to the other side.

Just for today.

Today's final battle.

Yi Xiao raised his head, looked at the top of his head, and then said softly: "Mend the ghost gate...... I'll leave it to you. ”

The wind and frost of the Qijiang River suddenly rolled, there was a small boat floating at the bottom of the river, and the ferryman sitting on the boat held a Buddhist card in his hand.

The man chuckled softly, "Okay." ”

The water of the Qi River spread violently.

The light of the sky shot out, and in the eternal darkness of the ghost gate, those magnificent ghost shadows hidden in the depths of darkness were burned by the scorching light flames, revealing their respective outlines.

Someone was the first to come out of the other side.

It was a young man dressed in an ancient beard, with an air of desolation, a soft gaze, and a resolute countenance. On his shoulder stood a flaming flaming finch.

Standing in the skylight, the Maharaja looked at the darkness in the distance of the ghost gate, and said softly: "We are waiting for this day...... I waited for a long time, but I didn't expect that the opponent was so weak. ”

Then the purple gold Buddha light fight, the general trend of the Bodhisattva in the robe holding the treasure bottle trampled on the auspicious clouds and fell, he looked at the bluestone, and smiled softly: "It's rare to see Jizo and today...... Interesting, interesting. ”

Dao Ancestor, Confucian Sage, Ten Great Demons, Ancient Sword Immortals, all fell one by one.

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

Back in the day.

Qingshi touched his head, the blood had dried up, and several Bodhisattvas on Putuo Mountain came behind him, but only one was missing.

The general trend said with emotion: "That young man has a real 'Great Immortal'. ”

Manjushri muttered, "See...... Master Guanyin, behind him. ”

Qingshi looked at the figure, the sleeves of the lotus coat, and the white scarf was flying.

"Remember what I said—" Yi Xiao didn't look back, and said in a loud voice, "They will all come back to life." ”

The tip of the monk's nose was sour for no reason, and he shouted: "Okay! I'll wait for you!"

Yi Xiao smiled happily.

Yi Xiao didn't look back, circled his thumb and index finger to the monk behind him, and raised the remaining three fingers.

He closed his eyes and laughed.

Extremely static into extremely moving——

With a bang, Yuan Tiangang, who was standing like a mountain, was smashed upside down and flew out, his feet stepped on the ground, a ravine was constantly opened in front of him, his eyes widened, and a lotus coat pressed in front of him, pushing him back and forth.

The eight heavenly phases all collapsed at this moment-

The immortal's body burst out with an overwhelmed voice—

Two people collided with a magnificent front, with this long line as the two sides of the strait, light and darkness are staggered, colliding with each other!

The black lotus robe, the white robe, shattered the void and slammed into the door.

The "gods" and "Yu Lei" on both sides were implicated by the qi machine, pulling the "reed rope" tightly, and then they were pulled and smashed together by the unstoppable huge force, shattering the sound.

That door...... Dump and open!