Su Changan's hand was stretched out by him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Slowly but surely.

He held the palm of the hand that Wan Yan Zuo Ying was about to clap tightly.

At that time, Wan Yan Zuoying felt as if his hand had touched some barrier, and he could no longer move forward even half a minute.

"You!" he looked at Su Changan, his eyes full of shock and puzzlement.

Not to mention that Su Chang'an's spiritual power has long been exhausted, not to mention that his soul has been shattered under the scorching of the ghost fire in the hidden capital.

Even Su Chang'an in his heyday had no reason to take over his palm.

But when he saw Su Changan's appearance clearly, all such doubts disappeared.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and a look of fear appeared on his face once more.

Su Changan is naturally still the same Su Changan.

It's just that at some point, he was even surrounded by a dense crowd of evil spirits. That's the soul of those swordsmen.

He stretched out his hand towards Wanyan Zuoying, and the swordsmen behind him also stretched out their hands at that time.

One person and three thousand unjust souls directly blocked the palm of Wanyan Zuoying, who was a star.

What a horrible obsession.

When he was alive, he went to the soup and fire.

Even if he dies and becomes a ghost, he must be sheltered.

In the hundred years that Wanyan Zuo Ying became a star, he almost never heard of such an unbelievable thing.

"You say. ”

"They are unjust souls, and they will not rest. ”

"They have been going for thousands of years, and there is no place to go. ”

Su Changan's voice sounded at that time, so cold, like a Shura who crawled out of hell and a god of death who came out of the underworld.

"But they are my comrades. ”

"My brother. ”

"My elders. ”

"I am willing to bear their suffering, to bear their karma, and to be their home. ”

He said word by word, and the killing intent wrapped in his voice became stronger and stronger.

Every syllable came out of his mouth, but it was like thousands of people were chanting it together.

The voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, and it hit Yan Zuoying's heart, his face became more and more pale, and dense beads of sweat even began to appear on his forehead.

"You can't afford to bear so many powerful karmic consequences. He said incredulously, but the tremor in his tone had already revealed the fear in his heart at the moment.

But it is undeniable that Wanyan Zuo should be telling the truth.

The powerful ghosts that these three thousand swordsmen turned into were different from those ordinary ghosts who died in vain.

The cultivation in front of them was already extremely high, and they had cultivated such evil exercises as the Immortal Book and Blood Discipline, so their grievances and karmic consequences were more than a thousand times more than those of ordinary unjust souls.

With Su Changan's state, it is impossible to bear such a powerful karmic effect.

But when Su Changan heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly outlined a smile.

"Who said I can't?" he asked, and the anger between his brows suddenly thickened.

His lips opened at that time, and he shouted violently: "Three thousand floating slaughter!"

A sword roared, and the sound like Huang Zhong Da Lu suddenly spread out in the night, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

Then a long sword, a little darker than the thick night, suddenly rose from his sword box.

Behind him, the three thousand spirit swords followed closely behind him like a courtier protecting the king, following the black divine sword straight into the sky.

"In the past, Chu Xiaohan carried 300,000 undead in Jianye with the blood of Xiahou with the divine sword, and the Chu family has borne a blood feud for a hundred years, until my master Chu Xifeng cut off the head of Xiahou Yuan a hundred years later, so that the 300,000 undead can rest in peace. ”

"Today, Su Chang'an, the ninth-generation watchman of my Tianlan Academy, is willing to follow the example of the sages and carry the three thousand souls of Jiangdong with my Futu Three Thousand Spirit Sword. ”

He said this, and then in Wan Yan Zuoying's surprised eyes, the fierce ghosts that those swordsmen stood behind him flew into the sky one after another, pouring into the spirit sword behind the Floating Slaughter Divine Sword.

"I swear by my life. ”

"If I, Su Chang'an, become a star one day, I will go to your holy court, take the life of the holy son, hang the corpse at Yongning Pass, and send the corpse to the wild dog for a hundred days!"

He said this word by word, and there was no longer a list of books in his eyes, only blood full of anger and scarlet.

"I want to destroy you Tuoba Yuanwu Manmen, wife, children, women and children, and be slaves forever!"

"I want your heroic soul, you can't go to the sea of stars, you can't bury the earth, you can't reincarnate for thousands of years, and you can't rest in peace!"

His voice grew louder and louder, but it was distinctly crying.

Su Changan has never hated anyone so much.

Bei Tongxuan died, Xu Rang died, and Chu Yuanbai and his swordsmen died.

There are many more Xiliang Cangsheng who also died.

Su Changan also died.

That once boy died.

From now on, he is a demon, full of anger and hatred.

He was pulled back from hell by the swordsmen, and he had to avenge them, and he wanted to return the suffering he had suffered to Tuoba Yuanwu a thousandfold hundredfold.

At this time, the souls of the three thousand swordsmen finally poured into the three thousand spirit swords.

The evil aura between Su Changan's eyebrows became more and more solemn, and the spiritual power gushing out of his body was gradually dyed with a dark color, and it seemed to be developing in the direction of some kind of evil force.

"Three thousand lotus blossoms!"

He shouted violently, killing intent.

The Futu Divine Sword above his head roared, and the three thousand spirit swords behind him turned into a streamer of light and killed Wanyan Zuoying's head.

They are extremely fast, so fast that even a star-dead would not be able to panic at such speeds.

Wan Yan Zuo should summon a stream of spiritual flames in a hurry, wrapping his body, trying to block this overwhelming sword intent.

But the moment the pitch-black Futu Divine Sword touched his spiritual flame, three thousand sword shadow lotus flowers suddenly bloomed.

One after another, they slammed into the spiritual flames that Wan Yan Zuo should summon.

Ling Yan began to tremble very irregularly at that time, as if he could not withstand such a strong impact.

Finally, after a stalemate of several breaths, all the lotus flowers in front of Wanyan Zuoying were broken.

The pitch-black Futu Excalibur suddenly opened a bloody hole in his chest, bringing up a streak of blood light that passed through his back.

Wanyan Zuoying's face became wooden, he lowered his head, as if he wanted to see if the blood hole was his hallucination, he felt that as a star, how could he be injured by a kid from the Heavenly Hearing Realm?

But before his gaze fell, the three thousand spirit swords behind Fu Tu followed, and they let out a heart-rending roar - it was the roar of the swordsman revenant soul inside them.

Then one after the other passed through his body.

The star's body was shattered at that time.

The color in his pupils gradually faded, and his body finally lost the last of its strength at that time, and collapsed with a bang.

At the same time, the woman in Tsing Yi in the distance took out the jade flute on her waist again, as if she had expected it.

A distant flute sound sounded again on the land of Xiliang.