Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 162 Under the Bodhi Tree
In the space filled with dark sword energy, there was silence for a long time after Tang Ge finished speaking.

Zhaorong lowered her eyes, not letting anyone see the surging wind in her eyes.

Tang Ge was still lying on the ground. He knew it was impolite, but he was really in pain, the kind of pain that could affect his whole body.

The Jianyuan Kung Fu is running quietly, and the sword energy pours into the bones of the limbs, with the Wuji sword bone as the foundation, slowly repairing the cracks on the surface of the bones.

After a long time, Zhao Rong looked up at Tang Ge and said, "Who told you to come?"

Tang Ge thought it was coming again, he knew that Zhaorong would definitely ask many questions that he had already answered many times by others.

So he decided to finish it all at once.

Like his name.

For example, Jiang Xilei has died.

For example, who is Gu Zhiyue.

As well as the disorder of the sun and the moon and the prison book of life and death ghosts.

After Zhaorong listened, he was silent again for a long time.

Although Tang Ge was lying on the ground, he had a panoramic view of the changes in her eyes.

When mentioning Jiang Xilei's death, she was extremely calm, and only reacted when she heard the words "Sun Moon Chaos Palace".

Tang Ge secretly speculated, and then his mind returned to himself, thinking that the damaged body would not know when it would recover.

Zhaorong had already noticed him when he casted the life and death scroll of the ghost prison book on the red light barrier, and Zhaorong let him in out of curiosity.

Otherwise, relying on his own ability alone, he would not know when he would be able to cross the barrier.

After a long period of silence, Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Why should I believe what you say?"

Tang Ge's expression changed slightly, he stared straight at Zhao Rong, and said in a cold voice: "What's the point of me lying to you? Who on earth would want to learn the skills of the ghost world?"

Zhaorong's eyes suddenly softened and she murmured: "So her name is Zhiyue."

Tang Ge moved his eyes away from her face, looked at the endless sword energy above, and said: "You have time to sigh here, why not give me the Book of Life and Death Ghost Prison as soon as possible. You can wait, but Dan Zhiyue will wait. Not enough."

Zhaorong took a deep look at him, then sighed softly, and said, "Of course I can give you the Book of Life and Death Ghost Prison, but there are still some things I want to tell you."

Tang Ge said, "As soon as possible."

After a pause, he said again: "Let me confirm, is Zhiyue your daughter?"

Zhao Rong's expression froze, and he smiled lightly, "Of course she is my daughter."

Tang Ge blinked and said, "Continue."

Looking at the boy in front of him, Zhaorong suddenly found it very interesting.

She said: "The Book of Life and Death Ghost Prison is indeed the key to curing the sun and moon chaotic zodiac signs, but there is still one thing missing."

Tang Ge looked at her and asked, "What?"

Zhaorong said solemnly: "Styx Crystal."

Tang Ge frowned slightly, and asked again: "Where is it?"

Zhaorong clasped his hands lightly, and said: "Although the Styx Crystal is not a rare thing, it is useless to many people, but it comes from the bottom of the Styx River, and contains the essence of the ghost world, which can restrain The disease is caused by the chaos of the sun and moon in the palace.”

As she spoke, she spread her right hand, and a black crystal the size of a fingernail appeared. The surface of the crystal was covered with fine lines, like cracked earth.

"This is the Styx crystal."

Tang Ge only glanced at it and then looked away.

Zhaorong said again: "Back when I sneaked back to the ghost world, I was discovered by the prison guard when I stole the complete ghost prison book of life and death, and I have been imprisoned here forever."

Tang Ge said: "This is punishment, but also your opportunity."

Zhaorong glanced at him and said: "The warden knows that I have read the complete book of ghost prison of life and death. I have mastered it over the years and have made breakthroughs in my realm."

She suddenly sighed, her expression gradually darkened, a trace of sadness emerged, and she said after a while: "I didn't expect that girl to be alive."

Tang Ge frowned slightly and said nothing.

The surrounding sword energy surged like a wave, mysterious and profound.

Zhaorong looked at Tang Ge and said, "I can see your aura, and I should have seen the first glimpse of the life and death scrolls in the prison book of ghosts and ghosts. Are you planning to practice this technique yourself?"

Tang Ge hummed.

Approval flashed in Zhaorong's eyes, and he flicked his sleeves lightly, and the jet-black sword energy gushed out, rushing towards Tang Ge's mind like the oldest words.

Tang Ge's face was serious, and he slowly closed his eyes.

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Above the Soul Abyss, Huajian stopped on the edge of the cliff for a long time without leaving. The water of the Styx River continued to fall, never ending.

She glanced towards the north, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Zhaorong is imprisoned in Soul Abyss by the Master Prison himself, and there is a barrier to block him. If someone breaks into the place of imprisonment, he and the envoy will definitely find out.

The three palm envoys retreated, and Bai Ya was the only one left.

Although Xin Yu is only a child, and his status is not very high, his status is very special. For some reason, even the jailer and the world envoy trust him a lot.

So Huajian ordered him to deliver the message to divert the jailer and Bai Ya's envoy.

In fact, the passage to the far north has not been discovered by people from the upper world at all.

Huajian retracted her gaze and stared deeply at the Soul Abyss. Tang Ge had been in it for a long time, and he didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

A small black shadow rushed from the north. Although his breath was weak, his speed was extremely fast, and he came to Huajian's side with heavy panting.

Xin Yu was holding on to a boulder, panting heavily, his little face flushed, he carelessly pulled his bangs that had been blown by the wind, his eyes fell on Hun Yuan inadvertently, he was horrified in his heart, and turned around quickly.

Huajian looked at him and said, "How is it?"

Xin Yu's panting gradually calmed down, and he said, "I have already informed Lord Bai Ya that he will go to the Lord Prisoner. As for what will happen after that, I don't know."

Huajian nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Xin Yu turned his back to the Soul Abyss. Although he was frightened and frightened, he could not help but be curious. He glanced behind him from time to time. Whenever he saw the dark and deep abyss, he quickly turned his head.

Huajian looked at him, smiled without saying a word.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, and she looked towards a certain direction to the west.

Xin Yu's body was also tense, and he dared not move while leaning against the boulder.

zizi...

Along with a strange sound, a black shadow flew over quickly and landed on another cliff on the edge of the Soul Abyss, dozens of feet away from the two Huajian.

It was a man with a strange appearance and an evil face, with a strange black pattern tattooed on his left face, exuding a faint sword aura.

He stared at Huajian, with longing and greed in his eyes.

Hua Jian's gaze was cold, and he said coldly, "Wuxin Ghost, what are you doing here?"

This person's name is unknown, but people in the ghost world call him Wuxingui, and he ranks at the bottom of the twelve ghost kings, second only to Huajian.

Wu Xingui stuck out his tongue, with a strange glow on the tip of his tongue, and said, "Someone reported to me that you came out of the flower field, so I came to see you."

Huajian said indifferently: "No need."

Wuxingui smiled, glanced at Xin Yu who was shivering, then looked at Huajian and said, "Where is the other person beside you? Who is he?"

A chill appeared in Hua Jian's eyes, and he said, "When will it be your turn to take care of my affairs!"

Before she finished speaking, a beam of sword light shot out from her finger, piercing Wu Xin Gui's face.

Wu Xingui's face changed slightly, then he showed a bloodthirsty smile, and disappeared in place with a single movement.

At the same time, Huajian also left the cliff.

Suddenly, two groups of jet-black sword lights appeared somewhere in the sky. The sword energy howled and the collision was extremely fierce.

Xin Yu looked at the two who started to fight at the first word, and heaved a sigh of relief. His gaze inadvertently fell into the abyss of soul, and he quickly retracted his head.

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Few people approach Hunyuan, and the grievances between Huajian and Wuxingui are known to the entire ghost world.

Occasionally someone passes by, and they won't be surprised to see the two fighting fiercely.

Bai Ya is a top expert in the upper realm of Nirvana, so it won't take long to rush from Broken Spirit Mountain to the extreme north of the Ghost Realm.

There is a black plain in the extreme north, scattered with countless gravels, big or small, dense or sparse.

Bai Ya appeared at the edge of the plain, his eyes calmly glanced over the countless rubble, and a moment later he waved his hand, and a hurricane swept across.

Dressed in white, with fluttering white hair.

The hurricane swept across the plain, and all the broken rocks shot up into the sky, drifted into the air, and merged with the wind gang, like a giant dragon crouching.

The broken stone whizzed and circled with the hurricane, and after a while, a dark and thick sword light suddenly burst out from the gaps between the stones. The sword light became more and more intense, like a huge vortex appeared in the sky.

Bai Ya's face was calm, his clothes puffed up without any wind, his body swept straight up, and soon merged into the sword light, and then disappeared.

After a few breaths, the hurricane stopped.

The countless gravels quickly fell to the ground, and the plain returned to tranquility again.

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No one knew that Kunlun Mountain, the top sect in the Kunlun realm, actually had a passage leading to the ghost realm.

Of course, no one knows about Kunlun Mountain, where the powerful gather.

There is a bodhi tree on Zuowangpo, which existed when the Kunlun Mountain sect was established, and it has witnessed the thousand-year history of this profound sect.

On the opposite side of the Tianzhu Canyon, which is separated from Zuowangpo, is the cloud-filled purple bamboo forest, which has also existed for nearly a thousand years.

The Bodhi tree and the purple bamboo forest have faced each other across the clouds and mist for thousands of years. One has become a sacred tree, and the other has become a mysterious place.

No one can enter the Purple Bamboo Forest except the Mountain Lord.

The purple bamboo forest is cloudy and misty all the year round, which looks like a fairyland. There is a layer of natural obscurity in it, which makes it extremely difficult to approach, which also adds a bit of mystery to the purple bamboo forest.

Bai Ya, dressed in white and with fluttering white hair, suddenly appeared in the depths of the purple bamboo forest, surrounded by clouds and mists, like a person from a fairy family.

His eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see through the clouds and mist.

Suddenly there was strong pressure, and even he who was in the upper realm of Nirvana felt a sense of suffocation. His face was slightly strange, and he stretched out his left hand. Black sword energy emanated from his palm, and a dark dagger appeared out of thin air. Suspended quietly.

This sword is extremely short, thin, and black, more like a dagger.

Bai Ya's palm moved slightly, and the dagger flew directly above his head and suspended, the jet-black sword light was released from the blade, enveloping his body, and the pressure in the purple bamboo forest disappeared in an instant.

Under the protection of Jian Guang, he walked slowly, not leisurely, but because of the maze in the purple bamboo forest, he had to be cautious.

The clouds and fog were extremely thick, and the pitch-black sword light could not reveal any brilliance in it.

Bai Ya's speed was very slow, it took him a long time to reach the edge of the purple bamboo forest, and there was an abyss beneath his feet.

Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he looked towards the other side through the barrier of clouds and mist above the abyss.

Under the Bodhi tree, a figure stood quietly, looking at him quietly.

(End of this chapter)