Long Fei felt that his head hurt and was about to explode, and it was pitch black in front of him, maybe he was going to die, right?

It felt like a long time, and then it seemed like a moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

An unwilling roar echoed in his ears, and Long Fei was sure that this was not his own voice.

Could it be that there are other people on this Yellow Spring Road? Listening to the boundless hatred and resentment in this voice, what kind of situation did they suffer in their lives?

Long Fei comforted and sympathized with this "fellow practitioner" in his heart. I don't think I'm too bad, although my luck is really worse this time, there are still many regrets in life, and there are many people and things that I can't let go, but I should be content.

There is no harm without contrast, and it has always been.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and the devil is immortal!"

Long Fei sympathized with this benevolent brother even more, if it weren't for the darkness in front of him, he would have wanted to see where this was sacred.

"Ahh

Long Fei had no concept of time for a long time, and when his consciousness returned to his brain, the world was quiet, and there was no longer the roar of that benevolent brother.

Long Fei felt the breeze blow the ends of his hair and brush his cheeks.

Long Fei opened his eyes violently, the light flashed and flickered, and there was a tingling feeling, but what puzzled him was that there was a golden light shining in that hell, could it not be the fire of the boiling oil pot?

relieved for a while, and opened his eyes gently, the imaginary bull head and horse noodles did not appear, the oil pot ghost did not appear, the judge of Hades did not appear, and there was no trace of what hell should be.

There are only lush trees in front of you, and the clear blue and clean sky in front of you. He hung in the air, the ground under his feet and the trees in front of him were a little messy, as if they had been ravaged, but he could still see the verdant appearance of before. Not far away, an old monk stared at him intently, his face was serious, and his brows were furrowed.

What kind of place is this? Am I not already dead? Long Fei was at a loss in his heart.

If he hadn't died, where was this, he should have been in the desert, although he was swept into the air by the wind, he wouldn't have drifted so far, and he didn't see any scars on his body, but there was still some swelling pain in his brain. And how can you float in mid-air?

"Shhh

The old monk frowned secretly, this Black Dragon Venerable's every move was too strange, and it seemed that the demonic qi had been dissipated, if he hadn't experienced the previous scene, anyone would think that this was an ordinary thin young man.

The black dragon seemed to be powerless, and even the technique of taking off could not be maintained, so it was carried down headlong.

Damn, the feeling of watching myself smash the ground out of a hole is so sour, it's almost refreshing.

The old monk stepped out in one step, and came in an instant.

"Amitabha, Black Dragon, the old man will settle your sins for you today, and it can be regarded as an explanation to the people in the world. ”

Long Fei didn't know why, but seeing that the old monk's head was shining, he instinctively felt that he was going to be unfavorable to him.

"Elder!" Long Fei shouted.

Although the old monk did not restrain the golden light, the movements in his hand stopped, and asked, "Black Dragon, what else do you have to say?"

Long Fei endured the pain on his body and struggled to get up, "Elder, well, I think you may have misunderstood, I am not the black dragon you said. ”

Hearing what Long Fei said, the old monk was thoughtful, the situation of the black dragon just now, he saw it in his eyes, it seemed that he had suffered a backlash, and his vitality was scattered, but he came back to life in an instant, and it was very likely that the young man regained his body when the black dragon's soul disappeared, although it stands to reason that the black dragon has dissipated, and the young man has no reason to survive, but his demeanor and demeanor do not seem to be fake.

If you have doubts, how can you make another death?

It's better to kill by mistake than to let go, what is the difference between that and people in the Demon Dao?

The old monk was very puzzled by the title of "black dragon".

Holding back the feeling of swelling pain, my brain was spinning sharply. After a while, Fu Ling's heart came to the heart, as if he knew everything, and he understood the cause and effect of the matter.

It turned out that he was a generation of giant demon cultivators, and it was rumored that in order to break through the gap that had hindered his cultivation for many years, he paved the way with tens of millions of unjust souls and flesh and blood, and thus attracted countless monks to crusade.

Three years ago, I met the monk in front of me - Zhixuan, although he had just stepped into the Mahayana realm, but he relied on the treacherous and domineering magic secret method to deal with the monk Zhixuan in the middle of the Mahayana for a long time, but he was destroyed by Zhixuan half a month ago, and was chased and killed until this time he was possessed by the young man of Tianluo Town.

In fact, how could this door connecting the Demon Domain be so easy to open?

Gradually sorting out his thoughts, Long Fei was both hesitant and excited, and it was difficult to control himself.

Is this a time and space where immortals and demons are in the sky? All this is so incredible, and I am obviously ready to go to Huangquan.

Monk Zhixuan was pondering, this situation made him a little difficult to deal with, and it was best to find a proper way to distinguish the authenticity.

"The people of the devil's way are scheming, the old man can't let you go with your words, and look at the little donor, Amitabha. ”

"Elder, I am indeed not the person of the Demon Dao as you mentioned, and I don't know how to prove my innocence, and I hope the elder will make it clear. Long Fei bowed and saluted, acting as humble as possible, he was really afraid that if the old monk did not agree with the killer, then he would really be done with the game.

"Well, the old man needs to cast a spell to identify one or two, and the little donor must not resist, but you will be safe. ”

Long Fei slandered, I am a mortal, and I can't resist if I want to. But he still said respectfully: "I believe in the elders, and you can do whatever you can." ”

"Okay, but this process is a bit painful, and the little donor needs to be patient. ”

"Hmm. ”

Long Fei nodded, looking at Monk Zhixuan's golden light, and was amazed, how did this supernatural power come about?

Long Fei couldn't be allowed to think too much, a beam of golden light enveloped his whole body, like a massage sauna, his whole body was comfortable, and he felt a warm feeling, thinking to himself, what kind of pain is this? This old monk must be mistaken, right?

"Little donor, let go of your heart, don't resist. ”

The words of the old monk knocked to his heart, but he used the method of Buddhist mantra.

The head is like being pricked by a needle, and the feeling of pain fills the mind.

Finally understood what the monk Zhixuan said about the pain, the whole body and mind had to resist, after Zhixuan's words sounded, the nervous mood relaxed, and the whole person fell into a state of ignorance.

Monk Zhixuan washed every inch of Long Fei's flesh and blood, every wisp of divine consciousness, and from the outside, he looked like the light of the Buddha who had attained the Tao, exuding dazzling golden light, as if he was about to fly into the sky.

Ji-hyun believes that any demonic power and soul power will be wiped out under such a cleansing.

Within the sea of knowledge of the thin young man, Long Fei had not completely fused the divine soul of this body, slowly radiating to every corner, and a trace of obscure things was slowly evaporating.

Long Fei felt like he had a long, long dream.