no signs of spirituality

Those who cultivate the Heavenly Fire Pillar are condemned to death. Among them, there are many demons in the ghost world, and there are occasional rebellions against the immortals.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for people in the fairy world to live for a long time in the Tianhuozhu area. The filth and evil energy here is too heavy, and the fairy body is unbearable. It can be as little as a few days or more than a month. They cannot do without bleeding from the seven orifices, paralysis of the limbs, and gradual death. fate.

Anyone who enters within a radius of [-] meters of the Heavenly Fire Pillar will find it extremely difficult to raise their hands and feet. Most of the condemned prisoners who cultivate the Heavenly Fire Pillar move slowly and have difficulty breathing. Therefore, even though there are many ghosts gathered here, they have to succumb to the slaves Vitex's long whip, extremely embarrassed, worthy of humiliation.

It was the same when Xie Lingzheng first arrived.He has a hand and foot disease, his celestial bones have been destroyed, and it is difficult to maintain his breath. Not to mention the endless corvee, even ordinary activities, it is difficult to maintain, so he was ridiculed by many prison guards and prisoners. Said he could not survive three days.

No one thought that he was alive and well.

Xie Lingzheng himself never imagined that although his body was getting weaker and weaker day by day, his soul was nourished by this thick dead energy and blood, and gradually came back to life.

On the first day, he still had difficulty walking. After three days, he could learn to change the exercises of Mount Yingtai and adjust his breath according to the practice of the ghost. He could hold a paint bucket with his teeth, hold a stick in one hand, and paint in the other The fiery pillar of fire piercing through the sky moved slowly but steadily.

On the fifth day, he learned how to climb. With one hand, one foot and an iron claw forged by a ghost craftsman, he could climb the thousand-meter pillar of sky fire, sit on the top of the pillar, look at the moon and explore the clouds.

On the tenth day, he began to avoid fighting with the other death row prisoners. These ghostly lunatics are all treacherous and evil, and they kill people without mercy. Fighting each other with fists, Xie Lingzheng was not suitable for this kind of brutality at first, but this place seems to be inseparable from this kind of entertainment, he was a little depressed at first, but after a few days he was not willing to do it, he became more bloody, gradually adapted to it, learned In order to hold the stick with his left hand and use his right hand to punch acupoints four or two times, he integrated the miraculous left-hand sword of Yingtai Mountain into it. Over time, the moves discarded the superficial appearance and left only the muscles and bones. The shadow of Taixian Gate.

Xie Lingzheng couldn't laugh or cry about this. During Fang Lishan's days, he was unwilling to use the left-handed sword that Xiao Wuyin taught him all the way, because the left hand was not his dominant hand, and he was not as good at wielding it as the right hand. Wuyin can't see that there is anything wrong with him, so when teaching him how to use the left-handed sword, he must teach him by example and personally check, wrap his arms around his body, hold his wrist to correct his posture, and tell him in his ear, Over time, his left-handed sword is even better than his right-handed.It's just that every move is inseparable from the cuddly old scene and Xiao Wuyin's soft words in his ear, so from the beginning to the end he was unwilling to make one or two moves, until these days, he Suddenly, he realized that the sword in his left hand had long since lost its original shadow, and it was even more difficult to taste the old well-mannered sword moves carefully.

He gradually got used to wrestling with those crazy men and evil spirits, and also got used to talking nonsense with them. One day when they collided and wrestled, they kicked off the blue stone slab under the broken pillar, revealing dozens of altars in the cellar. The wine, perhaps, was brewed here by a prisoner on death row in the past, and there was no chance to take it out, so these descendants were in vain.

Xie Lingzheng Suhao pretends to be a seed under the dry riverbed, a drop of good wine can make him take root and sprout, and he will live endlessly. Waking up from drunkenness, the chest and abdomen opened up a bit suddenly, and after a loud smile, he carried the wine tank and used iron claws to fly up to the top of the sky fire column, slapped the mud, faced the blazing wind, toasted a glass of sky fire and thunder, and sighed. Cover the moon and avoid it.

Under the moonlight, the former Peach Blossom Swordsman lost weight and was down and out. His messy hair was mixed with ink and grass, but his eyes were as bright as the sparks of a blade. He suddenly felt that he was free after being imprisoned for these few days. He was broken, he was forced to let go of the sorrow and hatred that weighed down his back, and his whole body was as light as a cloud.

After drinking, he smashed the wine jar by his side and climbed back to the ground with his dilapidated and heavy body, but he felt a little erratic in his movements. He saw the group of ghosts and ghosts gathering behind the tower drinking and having fun, pointing at him. She didn't shy away from looking at him, pointing at his face and laughing.

Xie Lingzheng sat next to an old ghost craftsman, put his shoulders on his shoulders, and touched the jar with him.

The ghost craftsman smiled and said, "Ling Zheng'er, is the artificial leg I connected to you still working?"

"Excellent." Xie Lingzheng graciously stretched out his right leg, and lifted his trouser leg, revealing the support of the iron bone and brass tendon at the injured tendon.

On the third day since he came here, the scars on his hands and feet had been corrupted by the filth and filth. They were rotten and festered, breeding insects and ants. He was in unbearable pain. At this time, the ghost craftsman asked him if he would give up this fairy body , Invaded by ghosts, Xie Lingzheng hesitated for a moment, thinking that he would no longer have to care about the views of the immortals, so he thanked for agreeing, and replaced the bones of dead evil spirits with bronze and cast iron to support his limbs.Even though Zhanxue's injury is etched in his soul, after this toss, although he can't recover, at least he can walk.

"I just climbed the Heavenly Fire Pillar twice, and I didn't feel any pain." He said, "Old man Fu is very skilled."

Old Uncle Fu laughed: "I was just talking about the great immortal powers that I killed when I was walking the world. If you feel unwell, you can go and drink."

The life and death of the past has always been the talk of this group of death row prisoners after dinner. Xie Lingzheng is used to hearing it, so he doesn't worry too much. The ghosts and Taoists didn't care about the two words that I killed with my sword when I was walking around the world, and they turned the wine into joy and expressed their hearts directly. Once all the past smoke and clouds are used as a drink and joke, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. Wrong, the position is right and wrong.

Someone on the side was booing: "Xie Lingzheng should also say a few words. He became a beauty in a rage, killed the ghost killing Chen Xiuxiang, and saved the lives of thousands of people in the ghost realm. He is the greatest good here. Hero, good man!"

All the ghosts agreed in unison, and asked about the willow waist that made him "hate the crown".

Xie Lingzheng shook his head and said: "I haven't seen her waist for a long time, I only know that she was pregnant with a hundred ghosts and hurt her vitality, but I don't know what happened this time."

Another man with a pointed mustache said: "I finished the Soul Carving Stone that Xiao Lingzheng asked me to make a few days ago. What do you want to write, tell everyone now?"

The soul-engraving stone is the stone used by ghosts to pray for the afterlife. It is probably to engrave the unfulfilled wishes of this life on the soul with the evil magic array. last wish.

There is absolutely no possibility of death for the condemned prisoners around the Tianhuo Pillar. If there is any grudge, one can only hope that a wisp of remnant soul will escape from the mouth of the soul-inducing incense, enter reincarnation, and complete the unfinished business of this life in the next life.It's just that ghosts and Taoists are mostly greedy for a moment and don't like to leave fetters for themselves, so even if they use this engraved soul stone, they mostly write nonsense, such as "eating pork belly and rice" or "drinking thirty bowls of fine wine" ".

So this group of evil spirits believed that Xie Lingzheng was the same, so they put the wine jars around him, wanting to hear him tell jokes.

Xie Lingzheng took a sip of wine, smiled slightly, and said seriously: "First, don't be a fairy."

The group of demons laughed loudly: "This kid is crazy, he's locked up in this damn place, who will treat you as a god in the next life."

Xie Lingzheng said again: "Second, take care of your friend's waist."

"This is what it looks like." The person who wrote on the soul stone raised his head and said, "If you are embarrassed, just say it, I will change it to marry Liu Yaoyao for you?"

Xie Lingzheng laughed: "Don't mess around—please write the third point for me, it's Bohu Gong's last wish."

The ghosts were quieter.

The engraved soul master murmured while writing: "This is difficult, you are asking for trouble." After that, he asked again: "Is there nothing behind?"

Xie Lingzheng pondered for a while, and finally said: "Fourth, repay Xiao Wuyin's kindness in nurturing."

The soul engraver lost his pen directly.

Old man Fu followed up and shouted: "Ling Zheng'er, you are confused, we won't write this."

Xie Lingzheng shook his head and said: "Old man misunderstood, I don't still have delusional thoughts, but because I want to end the relationship, I want to repay his kindness. Since then, I owe nothing to each other, so I can go happily."

But old man Fu shook his head and said, "Ling Zheng'er, don't tell the truth about our jokes just now. Love debt is a taboo that cannot be carried forward to future generations. If you want to protect a friend and protect a land, that's all. , but only the word love, the more you want to cut it off, the more complicated it will be, listen to me, just take this engraved soul stone."

Xie Lingzheng frowned slightly, and saw the engraved soul master jump up, shouting: "I can only carve three pieces, if there are too many, I can't carve any more. Open your mouth and swallow it in one gulp, swallow it quickly!"

Xie Lingzheng smiled helplessly, then relieved, opened his mouth to swallow the foul-smelling stone brought to his lips, and swallowed it whole in one gulp.

"Come, come, drink some wine." Old man Fu handed him a jar of wine, "to dissipate the smell."

This engraved soul stone can be said to be full of five poisons, the coal ash of the grave, the heart of insects and ants, it is not acceptable for the body of a fairy, and the stench is so strong that it tosses and tosses in the abdomen like a wall and an ocean. Xie Lingzheng thought of Bo Hugong once. The intermittent god ointment made by the five elders' method that was given to him was amused in his heart, and he said to himself: "I also became a 'rotten fairy' in the end, fell into the pile of immortals, and would be beaten out with a bucket. "

The ghosts laughed loudly: "Everyone in this place stinks, so don't be hypocritical."

Talking about a group of people continuing to drink and chat in the dark, regardless of the hard work and heavy labor that will come after the sun rises, they are all people who have little time. The usual practice is not to ask about tomorrow, but to be drunk today.

Xie Lingzheng's energy is getting better and better, but his body's decline is powerless.

The cast-iron muscles and bones could not stop the festering of his hands and feet, and he lost the strength to act after a long time in the chic life. Later, this half-celestial, half-ghost body couldn't bear the erosion of the evil spirit, and gradually, his legs The eyes also began to disappear.

A few ghosts, old and young, looked after him, and when they heard that he thought of blowing wind from the top of the Skyfire Pillar, the three of them used tools and equipment to lift him onto the Skyfire Pillar.

He was sitting in a place facing the wind, holding a handful of grass seeds in his hand, crushing them and attracting the primroses to peck at them. He listened to the beautiful and beautiful song. Later, the primroses became less and less. About to understand, spring is coming.

The older people told Xie Lingzheng that the first spring thunder will fall and thunder and fire will fall. At that time, Tianhuozhu will execute one or two big treacherous and evil people, accompanied by a group of death row prisoners. Law enforcement Zun Hongxiao will come to prison as usual.

"A few years ago, old man Hong Xiao would come here with Chen Xiuxiang." The old man Fu said, "One of them is imprisoned, the other is protected. Both are indispensable. Now that Chen Xiuxiang is dead, Ling Zhenger, you understand me Do you mean?"

Xie Lingzheng paused for a moment. Due to the degeneration of his senses these days, his reaction was a little slow: "I understand, Xiao Xianjun is coming."

"What are your plans?"

Xie Lingzheng thought for a moment, then asked, "Why don't I hide in that cellar and not let him see me?"

Old man Fu smiled strangely: "What's the matter with you, you don't hide like you."

"I'm ugly and smelly now, and I'll be ashamed." Xie Lingzheng chuckled lightly, and the blazing wind blew his forehead hair away, revealing his thin and sharp facial features. There was no sense of shame in his brows and eyes, but a bit He didn't take it seriously, "What's the need to worry about it?"

"Why are you ugly! Well, it's up to you. Cheng, come here." Old Man Fu said, calling the stupid young man with a height of eight feet, and asked Xie Lingzheng, "Should we go down now? The wind is red, let it blow down again, Your eyes are going to go completely blind."

Xie Lingzheng hummed, and scattered a handful of grass seeds in his hand, which made the bird peck it happily.

Uncle Fu and A Cheng carried Xie Lingzheng down the Tianhuo Pillar, and found a space on the back of the Tianhuo Platform that was not exposed to the wind for him to rest. Xie Lingzheng fell asleep with his eyelids trembling.

Xie Lingzheng fell asleep for a long time, so long that many people thought he would never wake up again, waiting for him to turn into dry bones together with the carrion corpses on the roadside, but unexpectedly, on the day when the spring thunder was about to fall, the corpse-like Xie Lingzheng trembled again. Standing up, he found the cellar that was smashed open last time, and buried himself in it bit by bit.

A group of ghosts laughed and sighed, discussing when this person would be able to die thoroughly, but something went wrong at noon that day.

Before the Spring Thunder Sentence, a well-dressed fairy came near the Skyfire Pillar. He was dressed in white, and he seemed to be a son of a great family.

"Where is Xie Lingzheng?" He asked, "How did I hear that he is still alive?"

All the ghosts pretended they didn't see him, and ignored his yelling.

The man sneered and said loudly: "I'm here to pass on the will of Yingtai Immortal Monarch. If Xie Lingzheng is alive, where is he? If he is dead, where is his body?"

Still no one answered, at that moment the soul master even frowned and spat at his feet.

The man was furious, he pulled out the sword from his waist with a clang, the snow blade flashed, and a cold light flashed across the air, where the wind of the sword touched, it was covered with frost immediately.

Then all the ghosts were in an uproar, pointing at the frost mark and whispering, at this time a stone slab leaning on the pillar of sky fire not far away turned over, Xie Lingzheng leaned out bit by bit with one hand on the ground, and wiped off the dirt on his body Mud debris, smiled and said: "Cheng Ling Tool, where did you steal the Sword of Zhanxue, I advise you to go back there."

"Steal?" Cheng Lingqi said with a smile, "Look at your inhuman appearance, I'm guilty of stealing Xuejian—the master ordered, why don't you kneel down?"

Xie Lingzheng turned a deaf ear and didn't even look up at him.

Shocked and angry, Cheng Lingqi strode up to him, held his sword against his chin, and made him raise his head, only to see that his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, his face was thin and pale as paper , then laughed again, and leaned forward and said: "Master has an order, tonight the sky thunders and fires, and the evil disciple Xie Lingzheng is executed, but the old man took pity on a master-student relationship, and ordered me to bring Zhanxue so that You die more quickly, I have brought you the sword now, do you think I will do it, or you do it yourself?"

Having said that, he held the tip of the sword against Xie Lingzheng's throat, and did not intend to let go.

However, Xie Lingzheng smiled faintly: "Xiao Xianjun will never make such an order. In his eyes, everything can only be divided into life and death. If he wants me to die, why would he care about me? I will kill you. Become a spiritual weapon, you are not a perfect weapon!" Things, even if you want to correct the order, you should not correct the order of Xianjun Xiao to kill me, you are asking for your own death."

When Cheng Lingqi was refuted, he was not angry. Instead, he laughed loudly, took out the yellowed book from his arms, and pasted it in front of Xie Lingzheng: "Look at what is written on it? I am deceiving myself and others." Or are you deceiving yourself?"

Xie Lingzheng raised his eyes and felt that there were writings hidden on the paper, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Cheng Lingqi understood it at a glance, leaned forward, opened the oath book with his own hands, held the page of Xiao Wuyin's oath to his eyes, and forced him to take it into his eyes word by word.

Xie Lingzheng vaguely saw the line read: "Xiao Wuyin did not see Xie Lingzheng."

He stared at it carefully, distinguishing the vague characters carefully. He read it several times from front to back and from back to front. I swear to burn my soul and soul." When he saw the burning character, he felt that his eyelids were scalded, and it was so painful that he couldn't open them for a while.

Naturally, he would not mistake Xiao Wuyin's words, but he thought that he could get out of the cage and no longer worry about it, but the death oath still pierced his eyeballs, as if to pierce his whole body , Nailed on the stake, sucking up his last hope, making him die hard to let go.

Cheng Lingqi was naturally aware of his lack of focus, and laughed: "Since you have seen it, you should die more clearly. I won't let you dirty Zhanxue's hilt, and I will send you on your way."

As he spoke, he slashed at Xie Lingzheng's neck with a sword, Xie Lingzheng turned sideways fiercely, and shouted: "Ah Cheng!"

The eight-foot giant rushed forward, Cheng Lingqi made a movement, he turned around abruptly, with his left hand parted the flowers and brushed willows and pressed towards Cheng Lingqi's eyes, Cheng Lingqi raised his sword to separate them, but unexpectedly he folded his wrist, An extremely weird and vicious gesture was aimed at his veins, he snapped his fingers, and with a clang, the long snow-chopping sword fell to the ground.

Xie Lingzheng took Zhanxue and put it on Cheng Lingqi's neck, Cheng Lingqi exclaimed: "Where did you learn the insidious kung fu?"

Xie Lingzheng said with a smile: "I am not from the Yingtai Mountain School. I don't use Yingtai Kungfu. The real numbers are ordinary. I don't respect the orders of Yingtai Master. It is not my fault. Killing two Yingtai disciples is not your turn to criticize me. Do you think so?" ?”

"You're crazy!" Cheng Lingqi was restrained for a moment, gnashing his teeth, "Where's the jailer?!"

The nearby soldiers had sensed the commotion and came armed with weapons, but they dared not move rashly because the spirit weapon was captured. All the ghosts also formed a circle and stood against it.

Xie Lingzheng just held his sword in vain, with his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking.

The sun was in the sky, and the ground was scorching hot under the sun, only heard a cry from a distance, Xie Lingzheng raised his eyes to look, but couldn't see anything, only heard the hurried footsteps, the gust of wind, and the clamor of people's voices, and a moment later Return to silence.

The figures of the jailers got shorter and they seemed to be bowing their heads, calling them "law enforcer" and "Yingtai Immortal Lord" and bowed again and again.

He vaguely heard Hong Xiao's voice, which seemed to be reprimanding and intimidating, but he turned a deaf ear to it, and saw a plain white figure waving away from the crowd and striding towards him.

He was a little dazed.

Immediately afterwards, suddenly, the oath books scattered on the ground were burned, and he smelled a burning smell. Immediately afterwards, the white figure in front of him was gradually tainted with flames.

Everyone exclaimed: "Immortal Monarch can't do it!" Law Enforcer also sternly asked: "Xiao Wuyin! What are you doing?"

The silver sleeves of the snow robe were engulfed by the red flames, and the hair and skin of the body were engulfed by the tongue of flames, but Xiao Wuyin, as if he hadn't noticed it, just stretched out his eyes at the thin, embarrassed, blood-stained and muddy disciple in front of him, and his eyes were covered with white clouds. Take the shot, and ordered in a low voice: "Lingzheng, it's too dangerous, give me the sword."

Xie Lingzheng was speechless.

He smelled a scorching smell, the sound of hair being ignited.

This heartbreaking death oath is actually true.

Xiao Wuyin said again: "Zheng'er, give me the sword, no one can hurt you."

Xie Lingzheng hadn't been called by him in this way for many years. This sound pierced his eyes sorely. He smiled wryly in his heart and said to himself, "It's obvious that only you can hurt me in this world. Don't I feel the same way when your soul is burned by the flames? A few days ago, old man Fu When people don't let me take this debt of support to my next life, it's all right now, I can pay you back, and from now on, I won't owe you any more."

His eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth were slightly condensed, he was smiling or not, but his eyes were bright, just like at the Yaotai banquet five years ago, he was in the same state of embarrassment, but he was also in high spirits.

However, Xiao Wuyin's heart trembled violently. He waited to step forward again, only to see Xie Lingzheng suddenly push away the spirit-forming weapon blocked in front of the sword. It fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

His style made it the orthodox Yingtai Mountain Kungfu, extremely fast, extremely ruthless, extremely decisive and vicious, no one present could react, the blood was stained with yellow dust, and there was a moment of silence in front of the pillar of fire.

Xiao Wuyin's face turned pale, he called out "Zheng'er" again, stepped forward, grabbed the body that fell to the ground, and pressed directly on the wound that was gushing with blood, instantly his white clothes were dyed bright red .

Immortal Yingtai bit his fingertips, and wanted to use his spiritual blood to draw a magic spell on his neck wound, but suddenly he thought that he was self-inflicted, who could this curse return to?

He ordered: "Wangxian powder! Go get Wangxian powder!"

No one answered.

Xiao Wuyin looked back and glared, his eyes were as cold as a sharp edge.

With a sullen face, Law Enforcement Zun walked up to him, picked up the oath book, turned to the page he had written, and persuaded in a low voice: "Muyin, look."

Xiao Wuyin didn't want to talk to him, but watched helplessly as the handwriting she wrote on the oath book was slowly disappearing.

"I swear to my death, I swear to my death." Hong Xiao said, "He is already dead."

Only then did Xiao Wuyin gradually focus his eyes. He looked at the gradually icy body in his arms, the blood seemed to have drained, and there was a bit of relaxation and relief on that dirty and ashen face, as well as a slightly relaxed smile. .

He hadn't seen such an expression on Xie Lingzheng's face for a long time, and when he looked back, he could only think of the young man with a weak crown five years ago, holding a bosom of petals dirty, smiling obediently and a little silly, but he was It's hot, from body to soul, it's so warm that people feel scorching hot.

Immortal Lord Yingtai suddenly felt like a knife was piercing his heart and his heart was on fire, his lips trembled slightly, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

He sprayed a mouthful of blood on the clean and new pages of the oath book.