People die like lights go out!

Human life is like an oil lamp, the lamp is burning, life is going on, and when the lamp burns out, when the life span is exhausted, it is the moment of death. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cultivation of monks is to constantly strengthen their lives, so that the "lamp oil" in the oil lamp continues to increase, and when the lamp oil is not extinguished, the life span is inextinguishable!

In ancient times, the soul was compared to an oil lamp, luck to lamp oil, and life to a lamp.

The more powerful the existence, the more the lamp of life burns vigorously, and the more intense the luck will be consumed. The more powerful the existence, the more intense the qi luck consumed every day, and without the support of strong qi luck, the flame of life of the strong will quickly become dim or even extinguished.

As long as the oil lamp exists, even if the lamp is extinguished, it can be lit at any time.

People die like lights go out, and reincarnation burns again!

After the death of many monks, they do not really die between heaven and earth, they often enter the reincarnation, re-nourish the soul, strengthen the soul, and when the soul grows to the limit, they will be reincarnated and reborn!

Therefore, the monk attaches great importance to the soul, believing that as long as the soul is immortal, it is not truly dead.

Only when the soul is scattered and the oil lamp is completely shattered, then is the real death!

The crown prince Ji Qian has already been killed by Liu Xiu, and his soul is scattered.

It's just that the death is not complete, and there are still some scattered souls, scattered between heaven and earth.

And the black-clothed messenger, holding a bronze oil lamp in his hand, is made of secret arts, which can converge the broken soul between heaven and earth, recondense and return.

With a wave of his hand, the bronze oil lamp was lit, emitting a green glow, like a ghost fire.

"The Soul is back!"

The black-clothed messenger, chanting words in his mouth, cast a soul conjuring spell, summoning the scattered souls between heaven and earth.

Woooooo

The whistling continued, the wind gusted, and suddenly, in the valley, it was pitch black, as if it had entered the night, only the green lamps were burning violently.

Whoa!

The fragments of the soul returned separately and continued to converge on the green lamplight.

This bronze oil lamp, called the soul lamp, has a trace of soul power stored on it, which can cast spells, and use this trace of soul power as an introduction to lead the shattered soul between heaven and earth, re-condensed, condensed into a new soul, and resurrected.

On the bronze lamp, the lines on the lamp wall flickered, emitting a green light, sneering endlessly, exuding a cold atmosphere, which made people not feel creepy.

The lights flickered and jumped violently, like a living creature.

The green lamp was burning violently, and the more it burned, the more intense it became, and the ghost aura became more intense.

Woooooo

Under the spell of conjuring, between heaven and earth, ghosts are roaring, all ups and downs, within a radius of thousands of miles, each ghost is like a moth to a fire, one after another, one after another, the four sides of the world, more and more gloomy, as if turned into a ghost.

Between heaven and earth, most souls will enter reincarnation and be reincarnated.

However, between heaven and earth, there are always some people who are deeply sinful, and there are unwilling people who are discarded by reincarnation, and it is difficult to enter reincarnation, and ghosts continue to wander between heaven and earth.

And at this moment, under the influence of the conjuring spell, they all entered the lamplight, were burned by the lamp, and turned into fuel for the lamp.

Poof!

Poof!

The black gas was bubbling outside, and one by one the ghosts were dying, but there were too many ghosts around, and the cold was constant.

Ji Hanyue only felt that her heart was trembling, this was a forbidden spell, and she would be punished by heaven.

Whew!

Sure enough, a lightning bolt struck the sky, and it slashed down, which was clearly God's punishment.

Thunder and lightning blasted down, with a white light, and the surrounding ghosts touched, and in an instant, the ashes were annihilated and completely disappeared.

When the man in black waved his hand, a huge force rushed away, and in an instant, the heavenly punishment was broken.

The way of the monk, my life is up to me, not to God, and it is the path of rebellion against God, and this heavenly punishment can't help him at all.

The ghost was full of spirits, and gradually on the lights, he turned into the face of the crown prince Ji Qian, but his face was extremely hideous, and his eyes flashed with madness and unwillingness.

The ghost aura around him became more and more intense, and the lights burned more and more violently.

At the beginning, on the lamplight, only the head of the crown prince Ji Qian appeared, and gradually half of the body, the whole body.

At the beginning, it was extremely illusory, as if a gust of wind came out, that is, it could be scattered, but gradually, it became solidified, as if it was real and could be touched.

The lights were burning, and Ji Gan's soul was wrapped in the lights, and under the protection of the lights, it became more and more real.

When the black-clothed messenger waved his hand, another coffin appeared, and when he opened the coffin, he saw that it was Ji Qian's corpse inside.

Ji Qian had already been killed by Liu Xiu, and his body was broken into more than a dozen pieces, but he was forced together by the black-clothed messenger. Originally, after the death of this corpse, all the vitality was dispersed, but it was cast by the black-clothed messenger, and it was full of vitality.

This corpse is alive and full of life, but it lacks a soul.

"Oneness!"

With a wave of his hand, the black-clothed messenger smashed Ji Gan's soul into his body.

Click!

And the bronze oil lamp was also completely shattered at this time.

Whew!

The wind was ringing, and after a long time, Ji Qian opened his eyes!

Walking out of the coffin, Ji Qian knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you uncle for saving your life!"

"Prince, please!" said the black-clothed messenger.

Ji Qian stood up, his eyes were full of remorse: "Ji Kang, this time you kill me, next time I will kill you!"

"Prince, do you know what is wrong!" the black-clothed messenger asked.

The black-clothed messenger, with an extremely sharp tone, paid a huge price in order to save Ji Gan, reverse life and death, and perform forbidden techniques. The price is so heavy that I don't want to have a second time.

And that's the only time!

If Ji Qian is killed again next time, he can't save it.

This forbidden technique can only be performed for the first time, and the second time it will not be light!

"I ...... Extremely incompetent, he was defeated by Ji Kang and died tragically in his hands!" Ji Qian said.

"It doesn't matter, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers. It's not terrible to fail once, it's not terrible to fail twice, it's not terrible to fail three times, as long as you have the last laugh!" The black-clothed messenger said lightly: "In ancient times, there was an emperor who was defeated in a hundred battles, but in the last battle, he won the victory, and he was the king of the world;

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