Fantasy: I lead hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers to rebuild the underworld

It's a pity that Murong Zitong only knows how to write, and she only likes to write.

Of course she didn't know that the surnamed Qin that Murong Bai said was the famous Qin Que.

"Those who can see the changes in the world and promote the changes in the world are chess players."

"It's just that on the chessboard, the strength of chess players varies."

"Sometimes something wonderful happens, and sometimes something terribly absurd happens."

"It's because these chess players sometimes make immortal moves, and sometimes they make nonsensical moves."

While talking to himself, Murong Bai raised his hand and pointed at the void.

Every time he tapped lightly in the void, it was like dropping a pawn.

"I do not understand."

Murong Zitong shook his head.

"I know."

"That's why you're with me."

"If you can understand, I won't dare to chatter with you."

Murong Bai laughed out loud this time.

Because when he was talking to Murong Zitong, Cui Yu actually played a foul move!

After Cui Yu was abandoned by Fu Gu, there were only two ways to go.

One way is to kill him, and the other way is to kill Chen Qiye to survive.

Although both are dead ends, Cui Yu obviously chose a dead end.

"There's a great guy coming."

Murong Zitong's complexion changed slightly, and a piece of rice paper was spread out in front of her.

"I know."

Murong Bai nodded, and began to grind ink for her slowly.

"A little more ink, it's very strong."

Murong Zitong looked at the sea in the distance and said solemnly.

"Oh?"

"Actually, it's not that great."

Murong Bai shrugged.

"Then you come."

When Murong Zitong heard his words, he immediately handed over the small awl in his hand.

"Don't don't."

"I'm also good at talking. If I really want to fight with others, I still have to rely on you."

"Shouldn't you just grind a little more ink? It's easy to talk about."

Murong Bai didn't talk nonsense right now, and began to concentrate on studying ink.

Not long after, Cui Changqing, a Confucian saint wearing a green shirt, appeared not far from the two of them.

"Good calculation!"

Cui Changqing looked at Murong Bai in the distance, and said in a tepid voice.

The [-]-day agreement between him and Chen Qiye was on the one hand dealing with funeral affairs, on the other hand he was thinking about how to end this matter.

Cui Changqing finally decided not to be a scapegoat.

As long as he kills Murong Bai, he doesn't need to be a scapegoat for Murong Bai.

"Ugh."

"Cui Changqing, you shouldn't have come."

Murong Bai shook his head while grinding the ink and said.

"Humph!"

Cui Changqing snorted coldly and waved his big sleeve.

"A rising tide lifts all boats!"

As soon as Cui Changqing said this, with Tianxian in his mouth, the sea suddenly became rough.

Chapter 1429 Cui Yu's body died, and the context was collected

The sea continued to shake, and the boat that Murong Bai and Murong Zitong were on was shaking constantly at this moment.

If it continues like this, the boat seems to be completely falling apart at any moment.

The vast sea water was about to swallow Murong Bai and Murong Zitong completely.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"it is good!"

"This context is in your body, and it has been cultivated to such a climate."

"Good! Excellent!"

After Murong Bai saw Cui Changqing's power, instead of being afraid, he was very happy.

The reason why he plotted against Cui Changqing back then was because Cui Changqing was better at cultivating cultural context than the ancestors of the Murong family.

There is no other reason why the ancestors of the Murong family voluntarily backed down in the Dao struggle.

It was because he, Murong Bai, made a deal with the ancestor of the Murong family.

He will help the Murong family cultivate three saints, and the ancestor of the Murong family will take a step back in the battle for the top.

Although Cui Changqing also felt that the deal back then was very strange.

But how could he have imagined that there was such a deep calculation in that transaction.

"It's calm."

At this time, Murong Zitong also wrote the four small and beautiful characters on the rice paper.

Her handwriting is neither old-fashioned nor clumsy, nor sloppy, but vigorous and powerful.

Her handwriting is beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful, and every word seems to be a gentle beauty.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

Cui Changqing took a step forward and spoke loudly.

The sea breeze that stopped just now became extremely violent at this moment.

A gust of wind was about to overturn Murong Zitong and Murong Bai completely in the sea.

"end!"

When Murong Zitong picked up the pen this time, he only wrote "stop" on the rice paper.

The gust of wind in this piece of heaven and earth seemed to have stopped at this moment.

"Humph!"

Cui Changqing snorted coldly, and shouted: "There is no wind and waves!"

That word of Murong Zitong is very powerful.

There will be no wind in this world for a long time if there is that word "stop" to suppress.

Because Murong Zitong's "Zhi" character, like his "Changqing" character, is a natal character.

Confucian monks basically have a natal character.

Their natal words sometimes repeat themselves.

When the natal characters are repeated, it depends on whose "Confucian Temple" is bigger and absorbs more incense.

Murong Zitong's natal character is somewhat special.

So far, there are countless Confucianism cultivators, and she is the only one who has this word.

"Boom!"

Although there is no wind here, there are still huge waves, which continue to hit.

Murong Zitong started painting on rice paper this time.

She drew it casually, and the stormy sea surface returned to calm again.

Facing Cui Changqing's repeated provocations, she was no longer polite.

Murong Zitong raised his hand and took out a jade seal, which he stamped on the rice paper.

"Pfft!"

Not far away, as if Cui Changqing had been hit hard, a bloody arrow spewed out of his entire mouth.

"Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement!"

Cui Changqing vomited blood, but still tried his best to speak.

"Topography Kun, the gentleman takes..."

Before Cui Changqing finished the second half of the sentence, Murong Zitong wrote eight small characters on the rice paper.

"Saints never die, thieves never stop!"

With these eight characters written, a streak of bright red blood fell from the corner of Murong Zitong's mouth.

Opposite her, Cui Changqing was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"The terrain is Kun, the gentleman carries things with great virtue!"

When Cui Changqing came here this time, he didn't take too many chances in his heart.

He is only one person, how can he be lucky to face two Confucian saints at the same time?

"Humph!"

"I wonder if Heaven dares to restrain me?"

While Cui Changqing was fighting to the death, Murong Bai stepped on the sea with one step.

Originally, Cui Changqing said two words, but the surroundings were already turned upside down, and a force of suppression suddenly enveloped him.

But when Murong Bai took a step forward and released his aura.

The changes in the sky stopped at this moment.

Although Murong Bai's aura was a bit chaotic at this moment.

But he was really right, Tiandao didn't choose to suppress him.

It was as if Tiandao owed him something for not being able to bring down Haohao Tianwei to completely suppress this person.

"Crack Kacha!"

Cui Changqing's body seemed to have turned into a piece of porcelain at this moment, and began to crumble continuously.

"Crack Kacha!"

One after another, cracks continued to appear all over his body.

In his body, a golden vein is also swaying.

Cui Changqing put his hand into the shattered body, trying to crush this context completely.

"Crack!"

However, his arm was completely shattered at this moment.

It turned out that Murong Bai had already arrived in front of this saint, and he raised his hand and tapped his fingers, knocking off all vitality of Cui Changqing.

His method is very similar to Chen Qiye, but not exactly the same.

As soon as Cui Changqing died, the context was drawn by Murong Bai.