The hand that His Royal Highness pressed on the forehead of the City Lord of Silver City only needed a slight burst of strength to shake the small half of the soul of the first person in the world.

The so-called cultivation is the first person in the world, and he came to the world of immortal tablets with the "Taixu Phase", and in the final analysis, it is still the realm of the Purple Mansion.

If he had come to the Purple Mansion with a complete soul, it might have been a different scene.

The Silver City Lord's teeth had already been knocked out, his mouth was drenched in blood, he couldn't speak, his throat was rattling, and he looked desolate.

Yi Xiao was not in a hurry to take the soul of this Silver City Lord.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Through a piece of face, His Royal Highness sensed that there seemed to be a second layer under the middle-aged man's face under his hand.

Be...... The second layer of faces?

Yi Xiao was a little confused, and her face was silent.

The Silver City Lord seemed to sense something, and his mind trembled wildly.

The Green Ghost Puppeteer, who was far away from the Immortal Monument, had his eyebrows furrowed under the mask, and he seemed to be a little uncertain.

And farther away, thousands of miles away, is the Northland Silver City.

The deity's voice crossed the void and said softly, "Abandoned." ”

His Royal Highness's hands suddenly raised and landed on the middle-aged man's face, and each hand pulled to one side, wanting to tear off the real face of this unsightly old monster.

Bang.

The black dragon swelled suddenly, and exploded directly in the next moment, the wind and snow in the sky were like knives and swords, splashing like foam, and an ink-colored lotus-clothed figure was tiptoeing to the ground, and the speed swept away from the place where it exploded.

The small hall was expressionless, looking at the place where the soul exploded, and at this moment, the wind and snow followed him.

Yi Xiao reached out and clenched his fist.

Clench your palms.

The heavy snow that had been blowing up and exploding was clenched by an invisible palm of His Royal Highness, and it contracted in an instant, turning into a subtle and invisible "origin".

Yi Xiao raised his head and glanced at the "Great Banyan Temple" that collapsed everywhere.

His face was blank, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He landed on tiptoes, the lotus phase dragon and snake phase slowly returned to silence, and the lotus clothes returned to calm from the drumming.

Yi Xiao walked to Qingshi's side, looked at the immature little novice who was covered in blood, and said softly, "Monk." ”

Yangguan Valley, Great Banyan Temple.

At the beginning of the sixteenth year, all kinds of encounters, and now the deceased is already Jizo.

This Dao reincarnation whose Dao heart was cracked and now repaired to a certain extent was eighty or ninety percent widespread, grinned and said gently, "It's okay, I can't die." ”

The soul was wounded, and the heart of the Dao was cracked.

His Royal Highness lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Do you really regard yourself as a living bodhisattva with great powers? Do you think that you are omnipotent in heaven and earth? Do you have to be reckless in the Taoist altar and fight with Ye Shisan, saying, did you already guess that there would be today?"

Qingshi didn't speak, just grinned.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

"When did you know that the Immortal Monument is a game. ”

Qingshi coughed slightly, sat on the ground, had nothing to rely on, covered his chest with difficulty, and smiled hard: "Ye Shisan is not a good person, but he is not bad either. Before the lecture at the Taoist altar, he told me the truth through the mind-reading of the son's Xiao Tao. I sell some blood, and I can draw out that unspeakable demon to get involved in cause and effect, worth. ”

His Royal Highness clenched his fists slightly, and said softly: "Introduce Houqing into the immortal monument, you ...... Probably dead. ”

That ancient Demon Dao Patriarch was cunning to the point that it was proportional to his cultivation, even if the bluestone Dao heart was broken and his soul was severely damaged, he didn't want to be greedy for that little wisp of hidden soul.

The more daring, the more timid as a mouse.

The wisp of the soul of the Silver City City Lord has already been buried here, and when His Royal Highness confronts this City Lord, he is already waiting.

And after waiting for a long time, I never waited for Hou Qing's spirit.

When he didn't show up, the bluestone with a broken Dao heart was almost a big treasure that everyone was jealous of, and he could manipulate the immortal tablet to hide the divine soul, and even open the ghost gate Jizo dojo.

And after he appeared, Hou Qing could also form a battle with the city lord of Yincheng to fight more and less, forcibly kidnap the divine soul, and take away this anti-heaven creation.

It's really cautious to the extreme.

Lived too long.

So afraid of death.

is not only afraid of death, but also afraid of the painful days in the ghost gate, staged again.

That's a kind of life is worse than death.

Therefore, Hou Qing must ensure 100 percent success.

Qingshi gambled with half of his life, and did not exchange for the old treacherous and cunning Houqing to enter his illusion, he did not have any look of loss, and shook his head with a smile: "It's a pity." ”

Yi Xiao couldn't imagine what the situation would be like if that queen secretary was a little bolder.

He patted the monk on the shoulder: "You're not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid. ”

"I'm scared to death. ”

Qingshi smiled: "Master is so afraid of death, I'm also afraid." I'm afraid I can't do something before I die. ”

Qingshi, who looked like a little novice, said seriously: "None of those things in the Ghost Gate Dojo can be left. ”

He was a little painful, grinning his teeth, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly hideous.

Trying to squeeze out a smile, he patted His Royal Highness on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Isn't there still you?"

His Highness was silent.

"Don't play like that next time, something will happen. ”

Yi Xiao said very seriously: "You stay here and don't move." ”

Qingshi nodded and smiled hard: "Where are you going?"

Hou Qing ...... I should have gone to other immortal monument illusions. Yi Xiao's face was calm, and he said: "I'm going to find another person's illusion, if he is unfortunately met by me in the Purple Mansion, then this South China Sea farce ...... It's time to end. ”

Qingshi sighed with emotion: "Tsk, the first person in the Purple Mansion, mighty and domineering." ”

......

......

In the illusion of the great god of Jane.

There was an uninvited guest who came here early.

Hou Qing ignored what happened in the most important "Great Banyan Temple" illusion.

From the bottom of his heart, he thought it was a game.

The ban in the South China Sea is so easy to solve? Just because there are so many cultivators stepping into the immortal monument for no reason, and it just happens to be just in time for the ban to be broken?

All this happened by coincidence.

He even thought that the "kind-hearted" Silver City Lord who let him out, although he had the Taixu Divine Soul in his body that had intersected with him in that ghost gate, he might have already blended with each other in his bones and became a member of the human cultivators, deliberately luring himself into the Bluestone Illusion Realm.

Even if that Silver City City Lord didn't take the lead, he would never step into the Bluestone Illusion Realm.

It's just acting.

I don't know how long I have lived under the seal of the eight or nine immortals of the Ghost Gate, and Hou Qing has already been familiar with his countless faces.

Sincere, hypocritical, evil, righteous.

Just choose the right time.

Outside the immortal monument, show the enemy to be weak.

He has been waiting for himself to really enter this stele, even if he can't wait in his heart, he has to pretend to be calm and play a greedy man, so that at the last moment, as if he can't suppress his greed and lose his mind, he will step into the immortal stele and run to the bluestone bodhisattva.

Hou Qing looked at this interesting human cultivator with interest at the moment.

"Jian Zhaoxin?"

Great God Jian will be the fourth divine general of Qi Liang, and among the cultivators of the Immortal Monument, he is not the top level, but he is not weak in terms of qualifications and divine soul.

With such a man, how could the Dao heart be so fragile?

Hou Qing's divine soul is all over the immortal monument and many illusions, and it only takes one thought to capture the soul of those young people who have a fragile Dao heart.

This Demon Dao Patriarch was not in a hurry to make a move.

He indifferently watched as the great god Jane drew his sword in anger and pounced on his beloved woman.

This demonic giant seems to have touched a certain string in his heart.

The hidden divine soul instantly burrowed into the body of the great god general Jian.

The tip of the sword was pressed against Shimizu's neck.

The man with the sword suddenly did not move, and his body stiffened for a moment.

The woman stubbornly bit her lip and didn't say a word.

"Clear water. ”

"General Jane" slowly read the name again.

With a slow sense of nostalgia.

Qing Shui was a little confused, looking at the man in front of him who was slowly retracting his sword.

If she only noticed the difference between Brother Jian in front of her and what she knew before, now she really felt a sense of strangeness.

"Jian Dashen General" read out the word Qingshui.

His soul is like a fluttering spirit, echoing to ancient times, that turbulent era, when the gods fought, the demon Buddha, and the cultivators could cultivate great supernatural powers, where is there a happy place in the world?

A long, long time ago, before I practiced the Demon Dao, I seemed to know a woman.

That woman's name, very coincidentally, very unfortunately, is also called Qing Shui.

Whether it is his qualifications or understanding, he is much stronger than the owner of this body at the moment.

After stepping on the demon path, he killed the woman named Qing Shui with his own hands.

Then the heart is like ashes, killing people is like drinking water, and the cultivation is extremely fast, because there will never be a soft-hearted heart again.

Demon cultivation is a road of no return, and Hou Qing finds it interesting and ridiculous.

He doesn't know what compassion is, what compassion is, what the world is, and what it is to reach out to all sentient beings.

He doesn't even know that he is alive, if one day it is not for the purpose of killing, then for what?

After becoming truly unspeakable, everything seems to become bland and tasteless.

Those immortals, Buddhas, demon sages, and Taoist Confucian saints are hypocrites who deceive others and deceive themselves in their own eyes.

Where is true compassion, true goodness?

Don't you still want to verify your longevity, ask for a good fate from God, and give you a glimmer of life when you cross the catastrophe?

Hou Qing listened to the man who was too vain and said that there are rivers and lakes in the world now.

The word Jianghu is much more interesting than the fight between the gods back then.

Hou Qing also heard that people on the rivers and lakes don't ask for much.

One is to wear a sword and a sword.

The second is to grow old.

How fragile is the sword?

It is even more of a big joke when the white head is old.

These cultivators only have a lifespan of a hundred years, and they are not as good as ants, and their white heads are just a flick of their fingers.

After Hou Qing stepped into the immortal monument, his soul divided countless points.

He saw the illusions of countless people, and the things he regretted back then.

Ask for a knife, ask for a sword, ask for a person's sideburns to grind, until the white head.

He still doesn't understand the rivers and lakes.

But he thought about it, what if he hadn't killed that woman named Qing Shui a long, long time ago?

Maybe I'll die in that era.

But that's no longer the case.

Hou Qing slowly withdrew his sword.

He touched his strange face, and for so many years, he had forgotten what he looked like, what he looked like...... It shouldn't matter anymore.

He looked up at the dome.

Above the dome is its own stele.

This stele can make people go back to the time when they regret it.

Hou Qing never knew what regret was.

He suddenly touched his chest lightly, and through this man's spirit, he sensed this strange feeling.

It's like something important has been sucked away.

I wanted to pull it back, but I knew it couldn't be.

Originally...... That's regret.

(There's something to do tonight, so update in advance)