"The eyes are extremely thousand-mile-old, the heart is sad, the soul returns, the ...... mourns the south of the Yangtze River"

The heavenly chant of infinite resentment fills the six harmony of heaven and earth that we have entered.

"There are people below, and the soul is scattered; ”

A man's singing is quaint and far-reaching, spreading within the Liuhe.

The other three tactful female voices are clear and harmonious,

"Go to the king's constant body, what is it to go to the four directions? Abandon the pleasure of the king, what is the ominous to the other? The soul returns! Return! Return! Return to the old home!"

Two lines of tears did not feel like they were hanging down from the face of the girl in red.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

I asked.

"Bastard, thief, aren't you also crying?"

Princess Lin covered her face in a panic and turned back to refute me.

I touched my face in surprise, my collar already wet with tears from nowhere. I looked around at all the people on the Teng Snake, except for Liu Ziyue, including the iron-hearted Nangong and the human-faced beast-hearted Long Shao, everyone unconsciously shed tears. The three people on the big peacock in front of them also shed tears, and Lin Zhenren was not exempt.

I drove the purple electric teng snake to catch up with Lin Zhenren's big peacock in front of me and asked him for advice.

"Are we under the influence of the demonic sound in the Dharma Realm?"

"It's okay, it's just a normal singing. It's just that they sing beautifully and sincerely, and they have both beauty and truth, and they bring out the dust in everyone's heart-too forgetful love, only immortals can do it, and the bell of love is in the depths of our hearts. We all have inseparable characters in our lives, and the impermanence and withering are also the origin of our dedication to cultivation. Hearing the sound and tears, there is nothing abnormal, there is no need to think that the demons are attacking. ”

- What he said was that when I heard the requiem, I couldn't help but think of my dead parents, and Princess Lynn probably thought of her mother. Nangong, Pianpian and so on must also have their loved ones falling.

"Lin Zhenren, then why didn't I shed tears?"

Liu Ziyue tried his best to cry a few times but didn't cry, and asked him strangely.

"The lowest beings don't know what love is. Lin Zhenren responded coldly.

"Then I'm really a rare wonder in the cultivation realm. ”

Liu Ziyue no longer squeezed tears in a fake way, and took his rebuke as a tonic, and laughed.

The peacock and the snake flew over the tea kung fu, and the cloud dream world suddenly opened up

——Thousands of miles of heaven and earth, the water waves are vast, the countless sandbanks in the heart of the water rise and fall, and the stars and moons surround the red city that stands to the sky on the big island in the middle of the river!

Chicheng is divided into seven city walls, and the scale and the famous capital of the ends of the earth are like Lingyamen. However, compared to the Lingya Gate, which was crowded and rubbed shoulder to shoulder, the seven-story castle towers on all sides of Akagi were lifeless, only the seventh-story city wall at the top of the city had a high platform with five ant-sized dots moving on the platform.

Circles of golden light rippled on the high platform of Moyun, like the sun shining, but it did not dazzle at all.

On the Teng snake, I took a clairvoyant mirror, and carried Jin Dan's eyes to stare - on the stage, three gorgeous beauties in the allure of the city sang a slow festival, each of them covered with a heavy treasure flame, and danced around a coffin with a yellow intestine as big as a small boat with an expressionless face - this must be the three witches of the witch religion who listened to the explanation of the Yuan Shen: Wu Xianyang, Wu Gaoyang, and Wu Longyang. The monsters of the Northern Wilderness only know whether human flesh is delicious or not, and they can't distinguish the beauty and ugliness of human appearance, but I didn't expect that real people are actually daughters of special colors! I couldn't take my eyes off and look at them a few more times—if I didn't listen to their singing, just look at Sanmei's dance steps, they don't seem to be living people, but puppet dolls who act according to the melody of the predetermined beat.

The lid of the coffin was opened—in the coffin was a man in a golden jade robe, the man was full of heaven, and he was not angry, and another man wearing a phoenix bird mask sat in the void above, and above his head rose a dazzling golden wheel of inner and outer treasure flames, which was the source of the golden light on the Moyun platform. The man in the phoenix mask moved his palm to the golden-wisped jade-clothed man below, his five fingers changed and flexed and stretched, and the golden-wisped jade-clothed man then sometimes lay down, sometimes prostrate, as if Nangong Panshi used the heavenly machine silk to control the thief spring

- Presumably he is the person of Yunmeng, the demon beast Bai Ting said "the great virtue of nourishing the universe", and the sleeping man in golden jade clothes does not know what kind of character it is.

("That golden-clothed man is not a living person, but a supreme heavenly corpse made with a powerful golden body of a powerful primordial infant - my heart beats in the chest cavity of the heavenly corpse, and there are several Dao fetal golden pills in the body of the supreme heavenly corpse - but unfortunately those people have been dead for a long time, and the intestines have been mixed with the golden-clothed man, only my rock heart is not in tune with it—so the people of Yunmeng still have the slightest disharmony with the supreme heavenly corpse. ”）

Nangong covered his heart, his face twitching—the closer he got to Cloud Dream City, the more his qi shrank. I know that Nangong's perseverance and tenacity are different from those of mortals, and he shows such a painful appearance, I think that the combat power he exerts may be about to fall out of Jindan.

("It's okay, I'll climb over.") ”）

Nangong pierced his vital acupoint with his nine fingers, and with a "boom", he stood up straight, his qi faintly swelled again, and in an instant, he climbed back to Cheng Dù, who was on the same level as Long Shao and Zhong Dajun—but his face was covered with a rich dead color.

Gongsun Wenlong was stunned——

"I see a sign of death on your eyebrows—you used the Nine-Character Dao Secret to stimulate your remaining potential, but you only have nine days left to live. ”

"If you take back your heart, you will be reborn, and if you don't take it back, there is no point in living for a few more days. ”

Nangong said.

"Good. ”

I say.

"I know who the supreme heavenly corpse of the golden-clothed man is!" Shangguan Pianpian pondered for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

Princess Lin urged her not to sell her son.

"Our Dragon and Tiger Sect is the leader of the sect alliance in the Battle of Yunmeng seven hundred years ago, and the sect has detailed records of the great battle of that year. Judging from the appearance of the golden-clothed man's body, it is the prince of Chu King Jin Chan, who has competed with Zhou Zushi for a hundred years in the literature—— that person was also a real-life master in the world, with the ambition of subduing the world's monks, and there are twenty-eight yuan babies under his command, known as the twenty-eight generals of Yunmeng - it's just that Yunmeng City was destroyed into broken ruins by Zhou Zu back then, why is the city in front of me looking like new? I am puzzled. ”

Pian Pian sighed,

"The King of Chu Jin Chan is a generation of heroes, and now the true god does not exist, and only the remaining body has become a doll in the palm of the evil demon, which is really unbearable. ”

I shook my head:

"Cultivators practice against the sky, and once they stumble, most of them will end up desolate. Now it's just that his cicada is being recycled, similar to how we use the body of a demon beast to refine medicine. Sister Pianpian don't take it to heart. ”

"As a human being, it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will die. ”

Pian Pian smiled sadly. Jizo and Yumon nodded helpfully.

"Then you say, this soul conjuring ceremony can really bring back the soul of the King of Chu Jin Cicada?!"

My heart tightened, and a stern question suddenly popped up - no matter what the "alive" Chu King Jin Chan wants to do, if he suddenly resurrects a real person who can be at the same level as Lin Daoming in the enemy's law realm, then we have to quickly retreat and wait for reinforcements from the sect.

"Impossible! Sooner or later, mortals' souls will disperse. The Yuan Infant may be able to turn robbery, but the King of Chu Jin Cicada is a dead thing that has been repeatedly confirmed by the four major sects, but it is just buried in Yunmeng Dead City with the gift of the king. He must never come back to life. Never. ”

Pian Pian frowned, her face full of disbelief.

"Or maybe it could - that's the secret of the witchcraft's spiritualist rituals. ”

Lin Daoming's eyebrows let out a white millimeter and swept the heaven and earth Liuhe, and then said.

We were stunned.

"After the living beings and gods are destroyed, they dissipate the heavens and the earth, and naturally they cannot be resurrected - but in this spiritualism ceremony, the people of Yunmeng are not trying to resurrect the King of Chu Jin Cicada himself. ”

Lin Daoming paused,

"When a person dies, he thinks of his relatives and disciples, and although he dies, the shadow of his soul remains in the thoughts of others. Sages with great achievements, their merits, words and deeds, or creations can even last for thousands of years - the soul that Yunmeng's people want to recruit is not the deity of the King of Chu Jin Cicada, but the world's thoughts of the King of Chu Jin Cicada are integrated, cast into a heart shadow under his control and engraved into the body of the master, and he can turn a real puppet into his own thug - it is really wonderful. ”

Lin Zhenren said the last sentence and snapped his fingers at Akagi.

"Sting!"

It seems that the spring thunder that makes all things come to life bombarded Chicheng, I didn't expect Lin Daoming to have such profound attainments in the thunder method—— he learned from the sword sect's heavenly sword thunder sound, and the thunder method that he learned from the heavenly sword thunder sound of the Yuan Infant has opened up a new face.

- But the stinging thunder sank into the sea like a pebble, and there was no repercussion.

The people of Yunmeng didn't have the slightest divine thought to give back.

Lin Zhenren applauded:

"It's really a well-run mandala. ”

Zhong Dajun opened the sword box, and twelve divine swords flew out like a dragon and a phoenix. The twelve laws of the phoenix encircled the rides of the two of us, like a phoenix roaring, and the chorus was sonorous.

Around our center, colorful light ripples for a mile. The Yunmeng World within a mile collapsed, and of course the river quicker sandbar was gone.

"There is reality and illusion in this Dharma realm. Outside the Akagi, there are all voids, the rivers and sandbars are all illusions, and the ruins of the Akagi located somewhere in the dragon snake Daze are already dry bones in the mound. The people of Yunmeng are just filled with some flesh and blood on the ruins of the city, and the surface is bright. ”

Lin Daoming sat cross-legged on the peacock, and stroked the guqin "The Way of the World" in the tone of conjuring spirits

- "Such a good song of the conjuring spirit, I can't bear to destroy it." Alas. ”

The Way of the Lady bursts out with a sharp sound of change, interrupting the tune of the conjuring!

The vast smoke and waves were surging, and there were thousands of beasts and dragons that could capsize the building and ship and tossed up to us!