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Chapter 465: Nothing wrong with writing (page 12)

The turbid waves are rolling like a startled giant, and the red waves are burning like a cloudy sky.

In the illusory world, mysterious black waves surged like tidal waves, and incandescent fire shot up into the sky, rolling and tumbling, entangled and reciprocated, forming the shape of a Tai Chi.

Water and fire are divided into two parts, determining yin and yang, dividing heaven and earth, and evolving into a thousand things, like a different cave.

The gods and demons poured out Shura's blood, and turned into angry giants to make up for the defects. The king of Ming's intention was to kill the fierce ones, and he refused to let go of all kinds of crazy dreams.

Fumian Xianzun looked into Jiang Moshu's eyes, and what fell into his eyes was a decisive killing intent that was as white as white bones. Just like the bone knife in Daozi's hand, the blade was as ice-like, jade-like, and iron-like, with a bit of coldness. The enemy's blood and my blood are dyed hot.

In the grand scene of water and fire stirring up the heaven and earth, Shengyuan Yuanshen smiled, and Ruya Daozi also laughed.

"I didn't expect Mo Shu to like to joke. As far as I know, you have never dabbled in the path of illusion and truth. Do you dare to say that you can see through the Wound, Mystery, Illusion, Ping and Que formation?"

Immortal Fu Mian shook his head slightly and sighed, with a hint of sadness lingering in his tone, "As long as I hold you back until the Demon Mother breaks the blockade of the emperor's fate from the other four realms, I will win this game.

Mo Shu, if you compete with me for a few more formations, if you die in the illusory formation, your body will naturally die and your Tao will disappear.

If you have not died, and you will become a demon in the future and gain magical powers, these fears today will be the memories you think about with a smile. "

Jiang Moshu didn't speak, and silently drew the bone knife in front of him, as if he was going to use all his concentration to fight between life and death.

It's one thing to see a flaw, but it's another thing to dare to break it!

The soul on the opposite side used the path and life to describe a dream, to clear up the knot of awakening the world. Now that it is done, all that is left is the last stroke of writing. If you want to choose a different path, you must have enough strength and courage. , come and cut it off.

The Immortal Lord on the other side asked if he was afraid? How could I not be afraid!

In my previous life, I was afraid of insects, ghosts, the dark, and death...

In this world, with magical powers in hand, I am not so afraid. Since I am not afraid, I think I will be a little afraid, or in other words, afraid of the enemy who comes to the opposite side!

Jiang Moshu's eyebrows narrowed, and his heart was already beating violently. He didn't want to die but wanted to win. He had to be a little crazy to fight for victory. When things came to an end, victory or defeat had to be the final word, and magical powers would determine the superiority, no matter what kind of world it was. , the power at one's disposal is the foundation for one's conduct.

Ruya Daozi smiled faintly, a little calmly, and already asked the same question as Yuanshen in the spiritual platform, "Lord of Xingtian, are you afraid?"

The next moment, Jiang Moshu had already divided his mind into three parts, as if he had chopped open three corpses to be clean, split open three souls to illuminate his liver and gallbladder,

One thought reflected the gods and demons and raised fierce waves, one thought made Nan Ming release the scorching fire, but the last thought was to resolutely explore the depths of the illusory array, the dark and unknown place.

Fortunately, I still have a little strength and even a little luck. In other words, if there is a cause, there should be a result, but retribution is coming.

At the same time, Shengyuan Yuanshen stood in the illusory world and pointed down. The world suddenly darkened, and the entire world seemed to turn into a ghostly realm.

It was full of ghosts and groggy, and the ghost wind with the power of death blew quietly, swaying countless fireflies, and countless resentful voices echoed.

"Give me back my life! Give me back my body!"

"Eat your heart, eat your liver, eat your face, eat your hands..."

"I hate it. In troubled times, human life is worse than that of a dog. Let's drink this poisonous wine and go to hell together to avoid being humiliated..."

Thousands of resentful ghosts screamed, and their sad voices were full of evil. In the blink of an eye, besides the great grinding of water, fire, yin and yang, countless ghosts were already making trouble. The black smoke and dark mist were like long rivers and vast oceans, changing the world. The netherworld is wandering.

The remaining life after the catastrophe is not long, and I still have this place to look at my hometown in the distance. The world is wrong, but the ghosts are filled with resentment. Who said that they should take it lightly and pay for it with their lives!

boom!

Countless ghosts and hatreds were entangled, rushing towards the only place with light in this world. Even if their home was turned into nothingness by the black water, and burned into blue smoke by the incandescent fire, they did not retreat at all.

Every moment, there are endless resentful ghosts emerging from the void, holding their heads, dragging their hands and feet, opening their bellies, and rushing towards the sea water and flames without fear.

Even if there were a few evil ghosts and resentful souls who were lucky enough not to be involved in Zhen Shui Li Huo, they would not take a step back, but instead pounced on him even more ferociously.

This is the way of the netherworld, the way of resentment, the lack of expectations, resentment in the heart, eternal regret, the last resistance in the eternal darkness, and the deep despair that turns tears into ashes.

Roar, shout, wail, cry...

The resentment accumulated by countless sentient beings over countless years is like a darkness that can never be illuminated, like extremely heavy shackles, covering the water and fire Tai Chi layer by layer. The harmony of water, fire, yin and yang has been affected, as if a touch of gray has been added to the clear distinction between Jing and Wei. , and it is like endless mourning for eternity, which wants to disturb the world and the earth to accept the sorrow.

Fumian Xianzun looked at Daozi and spoke with a smile, but there was a trace of confusion in his tone, "Are you still afraid of ghosts? So you can beat the ghost mother Shen Caiyan again and again?"

The battle between the two heroes was heard by all the three tribes of heaven and earth. It was a pity that the emperor could not go down to the world at that time, otherwise he would personally invite the ghost mother to become a demon.

Unfortunately, by chance, the Northern Xinjiang Buddhists and the Demon Clan got an advantage and obtained one of the most precious treasures in the world.

This Lord of Xingtian is quite interesting. He is afraid of bugs and has to practice Gu, and he still practices it to an astonishing level. If he is afraid of ghosts, he has to suppress the ghost mother again and again. He must never let his cowardice show.

The best way to eliminate fear is to face it? Is this the heart-training method of Lord Xingtian?

Not so!

The Shengyuan Yuanshen looked at the overwhelming monsters, ghosts and ghosts, and couldn't help but sigh. This is the worst part of the Yingqi Formation. He can't hold back. As long as the Lord of Xingtian doesn't die today, a huge cause and effect will be achieved.

I have a glimpse of the deepest secret on the other side. This kind of cause and effect cannot be resolved by saying "I will keep the secret for you".

No matter the soul, the demon saint, or the emperor, no one can tolerate their many weaknesses and flaws being known clearly.

Ruya Daozi remained silent, with a cold look on his face. The bone knife in his hand remained motionless. Occasionally, it would trace mysterious paths, and the gods and demons would move accordingly, and the spiritual sword would dance accordingly.

The roar of the red-haired snake-bodied god and demon resounded throughout the world, and the water mist was vast and vast, just like the thousands of troops under his command.

Nanming's Lihuo Sword is like a Yaojiao flying dragon, with a flaming aura but also a hint of coldness. It seems to have an auspicious Buddhist charm and the murderous intention of King Ming.

Dyeing a touch of bright color in the netherworld, stirring up a sense of peace in the resentment.

"Moshu, you don't have much time. I wonder how many more changes you can endure before the Demon Mother breaks the blockade of the four realms of heaven and earth?!" Shengyuan Yuan Shen had a smile in his eyes and lowered his eyebrows as he looked at the one who would never give up. Daozi spoke quietly.

"Immortal Lord, if this formation breaks down, I wonder if you can sustain my Lihuo Sword Qi slash." Daozi suddenly raised his eyebrows and spoke boldly.

"This injured, mysterious and illusory formation is blessed by the emperor's luck, turning illusion into reality without any flaws!" Fu Mian Xianzun spoke word by word, his words became clearer and clearer, and his words contained a strong sense of the situation. confidence.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of broken glass suddenly echoed throughout the world.