Karmic fire calamity, with the karmic debt on the monk's body as a guide, burned from the heart, until it burned into ashes will not be extinguished, invisible, the most difficult to prevent, before in the Demon Buddha secret realm has tasted powerful, today when they meet again, how can they not make Wang Li frightened?

At this moment, his heart suddenly became hot, and a blazing and bright flame suddenly erupted, and then expanded at a rapid speed, intending to incinerate Wang Li to ashes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh no, ......", Wang Li was secretly anxious, the last time he was able to successfully survive this catastrophe, it was because at the critical moment, there was the purple qi in his body to help, and if he met again today, he was not sure if the purple qi would appear again.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, burning all over his body in pain, trembling slightly, no matter how his true qi contained, he couldn't stop the expansion of this karmic fire.

"Boy, can't you figure it out?", came the Demon King's gloating voice.

"Could it be that you still have a way?", Wang Li snorted and said unhappily.

"Yes, yes, but why should I help you?", the Demon King Shi Shiran spoke, thinking that he had taken the initiative, and he was very proud.

"If you don't help, you won't help, it's a big deal to die, this good body, and your demon bones, will also be wiped out with me, my little monk, to have such a burial, it's worth ......", Wang Li laughed, his mouth was ruthless, as if he had seen through life and death.

"You ......!", the Demon King opened his mouth angrily, but he didn't know how to justify, his demon bones were indeed hard and abnormal, and they could be called treasures, but this karmic fire was not the fire of mortal dust, it could burn everything inch by inch, and even if his demon bones were against the sky, they couldn't withstand the scorching fire of cause and effect.

"Count you as a winner", it seems that the Demon King and Wang Li have never taken advantage of all kinds of confrontations, and they can't help but be depressed, they can't cheat anything good at the moment, they can only make a move, even if it's not for Wang Li, it's for their own demon bones.

I saw that his soul trembled, spitting out a large amount of black mist, slowly enveloping the karmic fire, and then this karmic fire slowly shrank in Wang Li's surprised gaze, and finally became invisible.

"This ......", Wang Li was dumbfounded, such an evil karmic fire was extinguished like this?

Although the Demon King has extinguished the karmic fire, he has obviously withered a lot, and muttered softly, "My demon clan is carrying countless causes and effects, and the karmic fire tribulation is extremely powerful, if you rely on yourself, few can survive safely, so my clan has its own unique method to resolve this fire, but my soul power has been greatly reduced, I am afraid that I will fall asleep, but you should not fight the idea of this king, although this king is asleep, there is no problem with self-preservation."

Wang Li smiled dumbly, and said, "Although I, Wang Li, am not a righteous gentleman, but I am not a despicable villain, although you are a demon bone this time, but after all, you also saved me, I received this love."

The Demon King snorted coldly and did not answer, but his expression was obviously much softened, and he slowly drifted towards the corner of the dantian, broke through the soul defense, and wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

"Hey...... another piece of tortoiseshell inheritance ......", Wang Li saw that the Demon King was about to fall asleep, and opened his mouth in a hurry, he had exhausted his efforts here, for the sake of this news.

"In the Great Qin ......", the breath from the Demon King was extremely weak, and after only three words, there was no more sound, but for Wang Li, it was enough.

Everything was over, and after looking at the place of this messy crossing, Wang Li silently sacrificed his flying sword, stepped on it, turned into a streamer, and flew away quickly, disappearing between heaven and earth.

He is now going in the direction of the Wang family, where his mother is buried, and in the dementor picture behind him, his father is lying down.

Strictly speaking, in fact, in the Ji family that day, he had already died once, and those who had died twice had a slightly different mood from others.

If he was hysterical in the Ji family that day, he did not hesitate to fight for his life, but he also had to vent the anger in his heart.

So today's self, although there is a lingering deep sadness in my heart, it is so calm and sad.

Sometimes, calm is the expression of a person's pain to the extreme, just as the old saying goes, mourning is better than heart death.

The autumn night of Chu is very cold, and the sassy evening breeze blows the lush maple forests in Fengcheng, gently plucking the boundless maple leaves from the branches and throwing them into the silent night sky.

The maple leaf swirled, slowly falling, and gently landed on a motionless figure.

The person was wrapped in a black robe, and a circle of white silk was wrapped around his right arm, and from the white silk, a crooked word "filial piety" was written.

Presumably Daddy was going to be furious when he saw such ugly words written with a brush, Wang Li reached out and took a maple leaf from his shoulder, held it in his hand, looked at the red leaf that was as bright as fire, but had lost its vitality, and was silent for a long time before he suddenly spoke, "Autumn, it is really a withering season, ......."

He walked forward step by step, stepping on the moonlight, stepping on the bluestone, stepping on the fire-like residual leaves, walking forward, towards the incomparably familiar and incomparably unfamiliar place where he had lived for twenty years, the royal mansion, that home.

Gradually, there was a dark rubble ruin, like a delicate woman, prostrate on the ground in the dark night, crying silently.

It used to be brightly lit and full of laughter.

It used to be a crowded city with a lot of visitors.

It used to be high-spirited and uplifting.

Only now, it is scattered, leaving behind a pile of rubble and desolation.

Wang Li walked slowly in the ruins, and finally saw a tomb piled up of rubble in the former back house, where there were only two scribbled handwriting, "Mrs. ......", and the last word was obviously forcibly taken away by the Ji family because his father had not finished writing.

Seeing this, Wang Li's originally calm state of mind was broken like a stone in a lake again, and there were ripples, making his heart so sour and painful.

"Plop"

With a muffled sound, Wang Li knelt heavily in front of the tomb, silent, only a thousand lines of tears, in the floating of the maple leaves, it seemed so lonely.

"Mother...... I'm bringing my dad and I'm coming back to see you......"

Throughout the night, above the ruins of the Wang family, there was a suppressed sobbing sound echoing, and the voice was soft, sent far away by the autumn wind.

Many people in the vicinity heard this small cry, and their hearts were afraid, and none of them had the courage to come and inspect the ruins.

It was only in the early morning of the next day, when the morning sun was first born and the sun was shining all over the earth, that many people dared to come together to find out.

What stunned them was that in the rubble of the Wang family, a new tomb suddenly appeared, and on the tombstone in front of the tomb, a few lines of big characters were written crookedly.

"The Tomb of Loving Father Wang Xu, Mother and Lady Wang"

"Unfilial piety king"