The purple fog deep mountains, the gloomy pavilion.

I saw an old -fashioned old robe old man standing in a secret room, and the floor in front of his eyes was lying on the outline of the figures covered by two white cloths.

Under the white cloth, the soul is cut off. The two figures have no vitality at all.

After a long while, the old man of the purple robe sighed, there was no such thing as the supreme power, and he was only paralyzed, and the sorrow and vicissitudes of white -haired people with black hair were giving black -haired people.

Looking at the two lover who lost his life in front of him, the old man of the purple robe did not know what to say. His chest was as if it was burned by a fire knife. In addition to all kinds of pain, there were thousands of dullness.

Even if the cultivation is the heaven, the realm is Mahayana, but if you want to resurrect the deceased, touch the law of life and death, here, the old man in the purple robe only has a deep sense of weakness.

Woo, sorrow, sadness comes from it.

At this time, the old man in the purple robe appeared in the heart of the two lovers.

"Well, since you are insisted on this, you must have taken the name of this child, do you also take it for her?" The old man in the purple robe sighed.

Lin Yixin heard the words, nodded the focus, and then performed the method of surgery. I saw that the infant that was originally infiltrated turned into a cute girl like eight or nine years old.

Looking at the cute short -haired girl in front of her eyes, Lin Yixin said with a loving love: "Mo Fei Xin, Master, this child is called Mo Fei Xin."

"This name is composed of the last word of me and Cheng Africa, and the word" is not connected with the word of mind. It is a sad word. With her surname, there is also the meaning of Mo sadness. I hope this child has experienced so much.

Afterwards, you can also be happy, so you must be sad. "

Lin Yu's mind is very good, and he is slightly proud to slowly understand the origin of Mo Fei's name.

Mo Chengfei on the side was also very satisfied with the name, and said softly: "Master, is a good name."

The old man in the purple robe was silent, looking at the sleepy Mo Fei heart in front of him, the original and angry eyes, and there was a trace of softness and warmth.

However, in this softness, it is more sad and sad.

Mo Fei, Mo Fei Xin, although Mo is sad, but not heart.

The old man of the purple robe knows that if Mo Feixin can really survive, then her future path is absolutely bumpy, and it is very people to endure it.

At this time, after Mo Chengfei hoeed his head again on the ground, sadly asked: "Master, I know that this child may be the legendary calamity, but the disciples begged Master, no matter what, even if you peel away everything from Mo Fei Xin's heart

Ability, please leave her a life, please give her a life if you don't help it. "

"That's right, Master, please ask you, even if Zongmen can't hesitate to be small and wrong, I also hope that the Master can leave her in a line of vitality in his place. If this is this life, this life cannot repay Master.

Fixed -effect dogs and horses. "Lin Yixin also pushed his head on the ground.

A long sigh, faintly.

The old man in the purple robe woke up from the memories of his painful pain. As for Mo Feixin, he had been placed in a very hidden place.

However, how to deal with the calamity of this future ancestors, the old man of the purple robe also could not get the idea for a while.

If you really want to think about Zongmen, he should immediately wipe it out in this world, and he will be troubled afterwards.

However, his two lovers would rather give up all the requests from Zongmen's self -ruling, but he didn't want to trample it.

"I, what should I do?" Over the past thousands of years, the old man in the purple robe fell into confusion for the first time.

After a long time, when the old man's messy thoughts were a little bit calm, there was a strong breath that was similar to the old man from the purple robe at the same time.

Seeing that it can be said that the acquaintances that are difficult to see for thousands of years have come outside the door. The old man in the purple robe flashed, so he moved out.

Sure enough, the guests of the dark pavilion, at this time there are five different clothes, but the unpredictable people stand in silence.

They are the princes of the Emperor Baizong and the remaining four elders.

"Lao Zi, the festival is sorrowful." A middle -aged beauty looks like an elder who sighs.

"The Sri Lanka has passed, and please be sorrowful." Another boy who looks like a elder also relieves his voice.

"Purple old monster, the position of the baby's 主“ is still empty. "Even Du Madman who has always been disagreed with the veterans of the Purple robe, all gave up the position of fighting the Lord at this moment.

"Hey" the last one who was closest to the purple robe was also the elder who had been to the conference of Mo Cheng's non -infant Watching Ceremony and didn't say much. He only patted his shoulders and sighed.

In the end, when the Lord of Baizongzong saw this, he said: "Elder Purple, Mo Cheng Fei Lin's heart, will be buried in the place where the Mahayana monks are buried in the place of the Holy Land of Baizongzong, and the statue of Wanzhang statue of the same specifications will be built.

, Admired and worshiped by descendants. "

The old man of the purple robe heard the words and worshiped the five people, and said only: "Thank you all to comfort my little old man. As for the grace of the prince, I would like to thank the two who could not speak. Thanks here. Thanks.

However, the little old man is also very tired, and you can't give it away. "

Obviously, the veteran of the purple robe has not yet come out of the vortex of loss.

Seeing this, others also knew that at this time, it was better to let the old man from the purple robe alone, and after holding a punch, he left here.

After the remaining four elders left, the Lord Baixu Zongzong still stayed here. I saw that he looked at the old man with the purple robe, and said slowly: "Elder Purple, I hope you remember, you are not only you not only do you not only do not, you are not only you not only do you not only

It is the master of those two, and it is even Elder Emperor Baizong. "

After speaking, the Lord did not wait for the old man's reaction to the old man, and his body dissipated.

The old man of the purple robe heard the words, his expression was stunned, and he sighed.

Half a year later, although the storms in the Baizongzong were rising, they also fell fast. In the days when they were not guaranteed, who would put too many minds on the two dead people.

At this moment, I saw the old man in the purple robe wrapped in a black clothes covering his identity and exhibited the supreme supernatural power. He left Bai Zongzong between a few interests and left the taboos of Qingyuntian.

The yin wind is three thousand miles, and the black rock has a lot of walls. If there is a creature from here, the forever is in the Mingfu to sleep in Huangquan.

Among the large nine days, there is no lack of lack of the monk's wind, but the discouraged banned land, and the most famous, the ten most sinister and horrible areas, is the place where the monks are banned from the nine days.

At this moment, the old man of the purple robe is in the sky, and the fierce name is in the nine days and ten places, and it is one of the Jedi that no one can get out of it.

Heiyan Mingzhangyuan.

This alarm is thousands of years. From ancient times to the present, as long as the monk who dares to go deep into this Yuan, down from Danzhuji, up to the Mahayana, none of them are alive, all of which are buried in this bottom.

Then, then

The old man in the purple robe felt the thick darkness from the following. He was a Mahayana repair, but he also felt unwell and frowned. He had a premonition in his heart. As long as he dared to step into it

The end of the dead end.

Seeing this, the old man in Black robe sighed, and then a cute girl who looked like eight or nine years old appeared in her arms.

The old man in the purple robe looked at the sleeping girl in his arms, and even if he had a lot of reluctance in his heart, he could only pain in his heart.

I saw the invisible cut of the knife, and the girl suddenly turned into her original inferior baby.

This knife has been cut off all the residual spiritual power in the baby's body, and the inferior body of the baby's 蛊 is also weak. With the blessing of no spiritual power, it seems weak.

After a knife fell, the old man of the purple robe was reluctant to hesitate, so he directly threw the baby girl like the baby's appearance towards Heiyan Mingzhangyuan.

Under the yin wind, I saw a baby girl falling quickly towards the abyss of Wanzhang. If there was no accident, just waiting for the baby girl to land on the ground, only by the power of the collision, it was enough to let her live on the spot.

After doing all this, the old man of the purple robe turned away.

But after taking a step, he couldn't bear it, and then he waved a spiritual light group to relieve the baby girl's body and slowly fell towards the bottom of the abyss.

"Child, I have given you a line of vitality, although it is not very available, as for you, you are the abyss of life, return to the dust to return to the earth, or turn into a disaster and disaster.

The fate of luck is lucky. Old husband, tired. "

The old man in the purple robe murmured in his heart. After watching the baby girl completely fell into the abyss, he said towards the void in the distance.

"The prince, the old man closed the dead, and did not meet the danger of the ancestral gate, so don't disturb me."

Suddenly, the shadows are scattered. This is the abyss of the sky with a screaming wind, and there is only the wind of the sobbing.

The old age, the secret of the baby, this is the dust between the dust.

As for the fate of the baby girl who falls into the abyss, it is suffering or danger, or difficult or difficult. Only she knows it herself.
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