The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The sound of the wind rustled, the remnants of fire burned to the dust, and the smell of blood pervaded, diffused, and reverberated in the blackness shrouded in death.

Xuantian City, which was originally yearned for by the immortal spirit, finally survived the cruel black sun sacrifice, but fell into a deeper hell.

The demonic energy covering the sky distorted the void, isolated the space, and locked the survivors into a cage like an upside-down cup.

Powerless to resist, also powerless to escape from birth.

The deadly flames devoured the monk's soul arrogantly, and gathered towards a frighteningly pale hand.

looked tremblingly.

The owner of that hand, the source of all tragedies.

The beautiful woman with black hair and white clothes, Ghost Emperor Bai Muya, had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and walked her way with unhurried steps, as if walking in a garden leisurely.

Yuankuo has been around for hundreds of years, and once again, he stepped into the world freely like this.

The progressive customs, the progressive rules, and the progressive spectacle of the cultivation world still made her quite interested to take a look.

of course.

If not, those filthy ants that have remained unchanged even after thousands of years have passed will be fine.

Coldly, with a disgusted look like a cockroach or bug.

Bai Muya waved his sleeve casually, and the huge wave of demonic energy immediately tore through the monk's formation protection, exposing a pair of embarrassed men and women who looked like a couple and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Fear, trembling, eyes full of hatred.

Hasn't been treated like this for too long?

Probably... It started when the little girl stabbed herself through with a sword.

The left hand caressed the scar on the heart through the thick white clothes, and the index finger of the right hand gently rubbed the pulp of the thumb, reminiscing and reminiscing.

One in ten thousand sweetness, mixed with boundless bitterness.

In the end, it turned out to be sweet and delicious.

Quietly let a pair of deep black pupils that can't see to the bottom, a half-warm reflection appear rarely.

Take a break.

One breath, two breaths...

She seems to be, distracted, will there be a chance to escape?

Desperation seeped into the bottom of his heart, the male cultivator with empty eyes clenched his teeth, lowered his head and looked at his wife and daughter in his arms for a moment, and clenched the dragon pattern spear in his hand.

Husband and wife have been together for decades.

The female monk, who was holding her daughter in one arm, knew that the husband's eyes meant that she was desperately trying to survive, so she temporarily let go of her fear, feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power as usual, and just waited to make a move.

really.

Exactly what she thought.

The long dragon pattern and the subtle fluctuations on the spear became more and more dramatic, and the shot must be an unprecedented extreme for Xianggong.

coming!

The silent air condensed, and after the male cultivator with the dragon pattern, the gun and the female cultivator sent their daughter away with a palm, Zi Qi struck even more powerfully, and shot at the same time!

Facing the boundless flames of fire.

There are many family traditions of Mira. Although her palm strength is difficult to show because her skill is only in the Jindan stage, as long as it is combined with the husband's Longhan Spear, it will definitely be enough to break through the fire and give that demon girl a blow.

Such a naive idea.

It didn't dissipate until the female cultivator pushed her back with a huge force, fell into the sea of ​​flames and hit the demon girl.

just.

There was no shadow of a thousand spears, no roaring dragon pattern, only Bai Muya's ironic smile pierced deeply into the nun's heart.

What's going on, what happened...?

Before the fire burned her body and soul, she turned her head stiffly, only to see endless gun shadows piercing the sky, and the figure of Nanxiu alone was about to disappear in the sky.

Ran? !

Actually ran away alone? !

"Oh, as always, filthy humans."

"However, you don't need to regret, he will see you soon."

"It's too presumptuous for a mere lowly bedbug to think of escaping from my grasp."

Stepping over the burning man who was full of hatred, a cold blood flashed in the eyes of the white twilight crow, and with a snap of his fingers, the demonic energy turned into a black crow and chased after the desperate man in the sky.

The speed beyond the limit, the strength to break through the critical.

Even if her kung fu has not been completely unsealed, even if she doesn't care about it, she will make a move casually.

But that's the man who was cultivated in the late stage of Yuanying, so what if he tried his best to sacrifice the four-fold defensive magic weapon.

shook his head.

Bai Muya hung two more terrifying black balls with souls in his right hand, and walked step by step towards the only little girl left here.

His father betrayed and abandoned him, and his mother died tragically in the fire.

Why, her complexion is still so calm, and why, her mood has not fluctuated at all?

interesting.

"Aren't you sad? Are you not afraid?"

The calamity fire was circulating endlessly at her fingertips, and Bai Muya stood in front of her with great interest, and when she opened her mouth, it was the most direct question.

Slowly raised his head, meeting the eyes of the ghost emperor.

The girl's pure golden pupils seemed like an hourglass that had been scattered for thousands of years, with a cold smell of dust and decay that had gone through vicissitudes, and also hidden a mysterious charm.

"What should I be sad about? What should I be afraid of?"

The hoarse and low tone did not have the greenness of the cardamom girl, and the seemingly innocent question buried a bit of danger that should not be explored.

but----

That's what makes it interesting.

"Father is ruthless, mother died tragically, aren't you sad? Life comes to an end suddenly, aren't you afraid?"

Sick smile.

Black demonic energy coiled around Bai Mu Ya's body, hanging like ten thousand snakes with its head raised, Hong Xin faltered, leaving scorched black marks on the little girl's body.

But as if she didn't realize it, she didn't dodge or dodge, stretched out her hand as if there was nothing, and pointed lightly at the golden eyes.

"Those eyes have seen too many things in the world, the fate of death and life, but they are just a speck of dust on the ordinary path of the sky, like the death of a mother, and like...you who are destined to be stopped."

Ok? !

"Ha! Stop me?!"

The left hand was clenched into a fist, and the flames of the fire-robbing flames soared immediately. The aroused Bai Mu Crow finally lost interest in this strange child.

No longer the lukewarm snake of devilish energy, the life-swallowing fire lingers around, announcing the end of the game.

"The road of the ghost emperor Bai Muya is forced to retreat by thousands of immortals, and the way of heaven is also difficult to stop. Back then, there were guides in the Southern Ming Realm, but now..."

The words are not over yet.

A dazzling golden light of righteousness and awe, shattered the ghost emperor's demon energy domain, and penetrated straight about three inches in front of Bai Muya.

In the magical atmosphere, the ethereal sound of the ancient flute hits my ears.

Clear and distant yet tactful and meditative, it is a kind of grand emotion expressing compassion and compassion, and also a kind of introverted profoundness that washes away the chaotic world.

"Back then, there were guides in the Nanming Realm, but now, there are still guides in the Southern Ming Realm. With one sword, they can seal demons and protect lives!"

The blue clothes are elegant, and the black hair is in a high bun.

Holding a jade flute with tassels all over the body, and carrying the supreme sword with no anger and majesty on his back.

A holy fairy floating in the sky, stepping down from the splashed ink of the landscape of the unity of man and nature, the seven stars and the Big Dipper.

With one hand firmly holding down the golden light celestial board, with the other hand Dao Yuan surged out, transforming thousands of dragons into the world of demons, and falling in the air with a soothing and awe-inspiring melodious sound.

Undoubtedly it is——

Guide!

"...The pearl covers the dust! It's you again! How could it be you again?!"

The demon fire that rose again, mixed with uncontrollable anger, blew the endless waves of evil wind whistling.

I thought I should let it go that year, I thought it took too long to bury all the pain.

however.

Really seeing that familiar face again, really hearing that provocative voice again.

Those who passed by faded away all the dead silence of emotion, and the ruthlessness that stood on the opposite side without hesitation, is still the devil of the devil with extreme love and extreme hatred.

A fierce punch, full of anger and resentment, and even more unwilling to admit it!

"The one who guides the way is the one who guides the way in the world. When disasters and catastrophes happen again, I am still the only... to bear it on my shoulders!"

The celestial cultivator of the destiny, with a single shoulder, suppresses the fate of a hundred years, and then flips his hands, the Taoist Yuan smashes the waves to suppress evil spirits, and the Tai Chi is soft and delicate to break the fist of anger.

boom!

Cultivate a demon for thousands of years, and realize one for a hundred generations.

One palm and one punch are shocking and destroying the world. Layers of air waves spread out, sweeping around the surrounding area. In an instant, the high-rise building is destroyed by one move, leaving nothing but devastation!

"Uh, poof...!"

The white twilight crow, whose body has not yet recovered, is hiding the dust from the pearl who has never stopped cultivating.

The huge difference in cultivation base added to the fact that the moves were completely restrained, and after a palm, he fell back dozens of feet, and couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of vermilion.

She is really so ruthless...

The heavy sorrow that pierced the heart with that sword back then, could it be... all of them are fake? !

The clenched hand trembled slightly, knowing that there was absolutely no chance of winning this time, Bai Mu Ya still went against the magic power, pointing at the cold geese whirling around Gu Ying, and the first move was about to make an ultimate move.

"Ghost Emperor. Now is not the time to fight to the death with the usher. Calm down."

There was a clear girlish voice in the calmness, based on the heart-shaking sound of Taoism, it rang in the ears of the people above at the right time.

It was Xuan Cangyin's message.

It's hard to come to this step, she can't let her die here and be killed by the usher, right?

"Humph."

Although there were still some reluctance, Bai Muya, who was awakened by the shock, also understood that Xuan Cangyin was right, her physical strength was less than one-tenth of her usual strength, and her rushing up was no different from dying.

The magic is gone.

He set off a monstrous wave of demons to cover his body, claiming to be the ghost emperor who retreated strategically, the ghost disappeared, leaving only a jaw-dropping provocation.

"The pearl covers the dust! Remember! In this world, only the ghost emperor gets tired of playing and throws off others. There has never been anyone who can escape from my hands! No matter who it is, there has never been one!"

It is said that the guide is only the guide, not the pearl covering the dust, and it must not be the pearl covering the dust.

Why don't you understand...

Sighing silently is a bad habit that cannot be changed in a hundred years.

In the silent and deep eyes, an elusive gleam of water flashed across, and then disappeared into the sky without a sound.

The guide who hides his mind again, the jade flute between his fingers rings the heart of the sky, and it taps the void gracefully, softly cutting through layers of colorful halos, the beautiful scenery is like a dream and an illusion, and it even induces the fairy wind to calm the magical atmosphere.

"Just let her go like this, is it really okay?"

It was still a hoarse and low voice.

With her hands behind her back, the little girl's weird golden pupils looked directly into the eyes covered by the pearls, and asked vaguely.

Staggering his gaze, there was no surprise on his face.

The hand holding the Tianxin flute tightened again, the guide bit his lower lip lightly, and used honorifics between his words: "You should have seen it all, Mingzhu has nothing to say, and nothing to say want to say."

silence.

The demonic fire has been extinguished, and the demonic realm has completely broken the sky.

The little girl walked several tens of feet silently, sighed in every way, regretted in every way, and finally, she couldn't help but remind her.

"Do you know how cruel the future of making this choice is to you...?"

Only this one, only this one who bears the most difficult destiny.

She couldn't bear it.

I can't bear to see Mingzhu cover the dust and walk into such an ending.

"Since you have seen the end, you should know that I will move forward without any regrets. Fahua's unreasonable words will damage the soul after all, and please don't talk too much about Mingzhu."

Hands bowed, respectful and sweet salute.

The reassuring smile on Mingzhu's dust-covered face fell into Tianjun's eyes, but it was filled with endless sadness.

indeed.

Go all the way without regret.

But having no regrets doesn't mean no pain, let alone no regrets...

"Since you have made up your mind, I won't persuade you any more. The last word of advice may help you break the situation and change your fate. Listen carefully."

"I don't want to regret, but wait for the person who does not belong to the ordinary orbit of heaven, and let Luoshen strike the sword to determine the shackles of fate."

"The great ambition of the one who leads the way is better than the starfall. I only hope to stay at the extreme of the way, and there is still a chance to meet again."

☆, 62. The gods fight and the earth suffers