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In the shabby room, there was a simple futon on the bed covered with straw mats. On the futon, the young man in the gray monk's robe folded his hands and meditated with his eyes closed. His mind was calm on the hanging lamp in his mind. He looked at it quietly.

"Do you know the consequences of using Jingruri?"

He never changed his expression, he just said: "Doom is imminent."

"According to your perfect state, all the world and the upper world have become Buddhas, do you understand?"

"It's nothing but foreign things." He clasped his palms together, bowed to the lamp, and said, "Please fulfill the poor monk's wish, pour out the poor monk's cultivation state of mind, and purify tens of thousands of resentful souls in Donglin, but in the end, the poor monk didn't ask for it. "

"..." The voice was silent for a while, and said, "Fool."

Afterwards, Jing Liuli complied with the monk's request, and all ghosts cried together. The monk sacrificed Jing Liuli, his mood was damaged, and his cultivation was regressed. When he sacrificed his body, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, even though his eyes were blurred, He also recognizes who this person is, a best friend, and at the last moment of his life, what he saw was your face, what should I say?

"Putting the sword, I will save you." The plain white Taoist robe swayed with the wind, the Taoist looked stern, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and transformed Taiji to cover the spirit of his friend. Facing the still dissatisfied Jing Liuli, the Taoist never hesitated. Draw a scar on the palm, and replace it with the essence of his own Dao blood.

But the blood of a Taoist is obviously not as useful as that of a monk. The Taoist looked at the situation there, and with a sullen face, he sacrificed something emitting a light blue light from his palm, and it floated towards Jingliuli. After achieving consummation, the Taoist accepted Tai Chi, grabbed the monk, and took him away from this new creation world.

Three months later, in a house in an ordinary small village by the river, a man with disheveled hair was lying on a wooden bed. His face was solemn and solemn, as if he was an elder monk from a discipline academy in a famous ancient temple. , but at this moment he closed his eyes, showing no expression of anger.

"Deng dong dong." The footsteps approached, and a man in white came in. He didn't look like an ordinary person. Although in such a place, the sleeves of his robe were spotless, he walked to the table and poured the decoction on it. Then he sat on the side of the bed with a medicine bowl in his hand, helped the man up, carefully fed the man the medicine, wiped the soup that had scratched his chin with his white sleeve, helped the man to lie down, and tucked the quilt up for the man, Then he went out with the medicine bowl.

After he left, the man opened his eyes and looked at the door with a complicated expression. The place where the sun fell was where he left. The man sat up, lifted the quilt and put on his shoes, put on his coat and hat, adjusted the quilt, and then Leaving, the dazzling sunlight outside the door did not reach his brows and eyes, and the man left quietly.

"The sword..." When the man in white came back, he saw that the room was empty, the residual heat on the bed had dissipated, and the quilt was neatly folded. It was obvious that even a man with a high cultivation level had never neglected these ordinary things. The man in white lowered his eyes and smiled, "Alright, I can't control myself anymore."

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, the pupils under the drip were slightly dilated, and the blood streaks winding out from them gradually occupied the whole eyes. In the small shadow where he lowered his head slightly, the dark red light was really beautiful. He chuckled lightly, and what collapsed with the laughter was this illusion.

Like a glass ball, from a broken flower, the cracks meander and extend in all directions, and then the pieces fall, forming a bloody area, and the whole village dissipates, replaced by a pool of blood, bubbling, as if Like a spirit, corresponding to the ghosts in this bloody purgatory, howling.

"Your Majesty." The black-robed man held his hands together, bent slightly, and said, "He has left."

"Sleep in peace." The voice was hoarse, with a hint of strange bewitchment, not the man's intention, his hands were clenched into fists, and he could no longer control himself.

"Yes."

With the red light soaring into the sky, the transformed small river gradually disappeared, replaced by a piece of green land with a slight bulge. If people looked at it, they would never be able to guess that it was a river. Hundreds of millions of resentful souls fell into a deep sleep, and the entire blood refining hell was silent.

In the cold and silent Ice Palace, Yan Yu seemed a little silent. After an unknown amount of time, he lifted the lunch box, covered the sword in his past memory with a flick of his sleeve, turned and left, and when he reached the entrance of the hall, Yan Yu Yu stopped and said: "If you don't drink blood for seven days, you can keep clear, but ten thousand ants eat your bones, how to choose, you think about it yourself, I will come back tomorrow."

No one responded, Yan Yu walked out of the ice palace, noticed the prying eyes in the dark, stopped in her tracks, and smiled suddenly on her unmasked face, but it made the cold to the bone: "Dare to disobey the order of the current demon king, your lordship! It’s not small, and the background of the people behind it is also not small.”

"Quack quack." Someone laughed presumptuously, and appeared in a black robe. He leaned slightly, raised his right hand and put it on his left shoulder, as if saluting, but his tone was not polite at all: "My lord let me I am here to inform the Underworld Lord that the Underworld Lord can do whatever he wants here, but he accepts the accompanying person, and I hope that the Underworld Lord will not embarrass everyone for the sake of a mere human being."

Qin Youyi... Yan Yu's expression froze, she held the sword in her hand, pointed at the man, and said, "What did you do to him?"

"Don't dare to dare, that young master looks very good, his talents are not bad, and his personality is quite to my lord's appetite. My lord made the decision to keep him when he saw Xinxi." The man's tone sounded like With a smile on her face, she said: "My lord saw that although the Lord of the Underworld was with him, he had nothing to do with him in this matter. He was innocent, so he wanted to ask the Lord of the Underworld to treat him as the wife of the Lord of the palace. It is also the inexhaustible enjoyment of glory and wealth, if the Lord of the Underworld is for his own good, he should not refuse this matter, right?"

"According to what you said, should I let go?" The words were light and serious, and the killing intent was solid. Yan Yu could not be said to be annoyed by this man's words, just like the treasure you have always cherished carefully was snatched away by others without asking. Well, people still justly say that you have nothing to do with him, but he is... annoyed!

Hearing this, the man seemed unaware of the solid killing intent, smiled and held his hands together and said: "Rather than letting the young master take risks outside, it is better to let him enjoy the privileges in this world in the palace."

"How much do you think my underworld is inferior to your blood refining hell?" He clenched the hilt of the sword, and the black sword whined softly, triggering the transformation of the world in the blood refining hell, the blood-colored clouds were stained with black ink, and even the magma on the scorching ground Rapid cooling and blackening, Yan Yu became angry, the world changed color, and the small world trembled, so that the person who had been watching in the dark for a long time had to come out.

"Underworld Lord calm down, Underworld Lord calm down." Qingguang Demon Lord appeared next to the black-robed masked man, blocking the oncoming sword wind for him, Qingguang Demon Lord gently flicked his sleeves to calm the turmoil in the world, and then smiled He said: "The Lord of the Underworld is not kind to do this thing. My Lord's blood refinement hell has been allowed to be invaded by the Lord of the Underworld. The Lord of the Underworld can turn his face for one person. This is really stingy."

Yan Yu pointed at the swords of the two and put them down slightly, but swept away a gust of sword wind and walked back, saying coldly: "The way you wait for guests is too polite."

The sword wind was swift and fierce, and he couldn't dodge it, forcing the man to face each other with his sword in hand, and he took two or three steps back before standing still. The black robe was cracked. It was the cloudy and uncertain palace master. He wiped the blood that slipped from the corner of his mouth, Said: "The Lord of the Underworld really deserves his reputation, after experiencing the white ghost's body piercing, he still has such a cultivation level."

It can be seen that the faces of all the people present are dignified, and the sword wind that was waved casually hurt the Lord of the first hall. If the Lord of the Underworld was serious before, how would they have the power to fight back?

The atmosphere froze for a moment.