Chapter 2592

Nineteen Purgatory...

I see.

"The sycamore trees in Sihai City are all formation points. Among them, the sycamore trees in the city lord's palace are the lead of the formation. Then use nineteen human hearts to inspire the formation and turn the world into purgatory."

Whispering softly.

She never thought that in the end, this Nineteen Purgatory Formation, this sycamore tree, would go to her spiritual world.

As long as she gives her another heart, she can turn the world into a circle of nineteen purgatory.

There is an unwritten saying in all major races, planes, and spaces.

The so-called human world refers to all the planes below the nine realms.

While Qing Ge was deep in thought, golden light filled the sky from all directions.

Within the golden light, there seemed to be layers of light blue smoke.

The shining golden light and light blue smoke all followed Qingge's eyebrows and entered Qingge's spiritual world.

This is……

"This is the Nineteen Arhat Formation, and it is yours. If you can activate the most powerful Nineteen Arhat Formation, you will also activate the Nineteen Arhat Formation. There is also a Buddha's Light Relic in your realm of nothingness." Jialan said.

Qingge asked: "Are you here to get the relics?"

"The poor monk is here to help the female benefactor survive this calamity." Jialan's voice was very soft.

Qing Ge looked at Jialan, staring closely. For a moment, Jialan asked: "Master Jialan, have we met before this?"

"No."

Qing Ge felt suspicious. Was it an illusion? She actually felt that this Jialan looked familiar.

"Who is the real murderer?" Qing Ge asked.

Who is it that set up the formation of purgatory on earth?

Devour the human heart.

That Lin Shan and the little book boy are definitely not the real murderers.

Jialan did not answer Qing Ge's words, but waved the purple gold Zen staff lightly, and a purple gold light blade flashed and merged into Lin Shan and the little book boy's Tianling Cap.

Immediately, strands of black mist flowed out from their seven orifices.

Yes, it flows out like liquid.

Qinggexu narrowed his eyes. The black mist had a deep smell, like the smell of sycamore trees.

Moreover, in the transformed gauze black mist, the outline and mottled shadow of the sycamore tree can be vaguely seen.

Qingge couldn't help but fall into thinking. It was obvious that Lin Shan and the two were controlled by something evil.

Could it be that the sycamore tree has become a spirit?

Thousand-year tree demon?

Thinking of this, the corner of Qingge's mouth twitched, is this really true...

Qing Ge looked around. Jiu Ci was lying next to her bed, Blue-tailed Fox Lady was lying on the ground, and Xiong Batian and other Medicine Sect disciples were all asleep.

This is not a normal sleep.

"East Emperor, this poor monk can tell you a story."

"All ears."

——

"In the ancient times ten thousand years ago, heroes rose up and princes dominated. In that era, everyone yearned for immortality and wanted to cultivate to the realm of immortality."

"Fengqi was born next to a phoenix tree, so she was named Fengqi. Like you, she has the most evil blood demon flower in her body. In the 200th year of Fengqi's birth, the blood demon flower was about to take over Fengqi's body. Then.

With the growth of the Blood Demon Flower, the Blood Demon Flower already has an independent ideology. This ideology is derived from the Blood Demon Flower and the soul of Feng Qi. She does have an ideology, but more importantly, it is violent.

Qi is the violent spirit of the Blood Demon Flower's ideology, and it is also the dark side hidden in Feng Qi's heart. In the end, Feng Qi found a master to peel off the skin and cut the flesh to remove the evil spirit of the Blood Demon Flower, and use the derived consciousness to

The form is sealed in the sycamore tree. That sycamore tree is the only sycamore tree in the City Lord’s Mansion.”

The further I listened to Qingge, the more shocked I became.

It turns out that this is the truth.

But who is Master Jialan in front of him? He actually knows so much?

Master Jialan continued: "There is the smell of Fengqi in your spiritual world, so the sycamore tree entered your spiritual world independently."

"The Blood Demon Flower, is it so scary..." Qingge has always been wary of the Blood Demon Flower, just because the Blood Demon Flower is too violent, but she never thought that the Blood Demon Flower can derive ideologies.

"The Blood Demon Flower has been incorporated into the flesh and blood and cannot be eradicated. It is like the sycamore tree in the City Lord's Mansion. Even if it is eradicated, it will still grow and remain immortal," Jialan said.

"Master, what do you want to tell me when you tell me so much?" Qingge asked rhetorically.

"Control your emotions and don't inspire the dark side, otherwise you will never get salvation. Good and evil, righteousness and evil, are all in a thought. I hope that even if that day comes, you will have no choice but to

It will not trigger the Nineteen Purgatory Arrays." Garan was wearing a bamboo hat and looking at Qingge with complex eyes through the bamboo hat.

He vaguely remembered that he had been imprisoned in the deep sea and suffocated for many years. It was she who took him to escape from that hopeless deep sea.

"That's it for now, poor monk, it's time to go..."

Jialan stood up, leaning on his purple gold Zen staff, wearing his cassock, and left the palace at the auction site.

The two doors of the palace were open, and gusts of breeze came slowly, blowing the green hair exposed under his bamboo hat.

Qingge stood up suddenly and walked a few steps in his direction, "Master Jialan..."

Jialan paused but did not look back.

"Are you the person I have forgotten?" Qingge asked hurriedly.

She was afraid that, like Aventurine, she had forgotten someone important.

She trusted her intuition too much. She must have seen this so-called Master Jialan before.

Jialan stood between the double doors, raised his head, and looked out of the palace, "It's getting dark. Take a rest early. Don't be too tired."

After saying that, he gradually left and disappeared from Qingge's sight.

As he walked out step by step, he saw countless sycamore trees in the city lord's palace, turning into streaks of black light, annihilating the center of Qingge's eyebrows.

In Qingge's spiritual world, a black light formation appeared, which was the Nineteenth Purgatory Formation.

The snow was falling heavily, and Jialan walked in the white snow and cold wind, his bamboo hat covered with snowflakes like frost.

After leaving Sihai City, Jialan looked back at this desolate and lonely city.

"If you want to become a god, I will save you."

"You want to become a fierce ghost and turn the world into nineteen purgatory, so I will take off this cassock and abandon this purple gold Zen staff."

The bamboo hat tilted, revealing a thin lip.

The thin lips were slightly raised, outlining a light, carefree and unrestrained smile.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is as dark as ink.

He is like an earthly ascetic, walking in this desolate world.

When all the plane trees were uprooted and absorbed by Qingge's spiritual world, different flowers, plants and trees gradually grew in the soil of Sihai City.

Everyone in the auction house woke up.

The two bodies of Lin Shan and the little book boy turned into black water.

They are just two living people controlled by ideology.

As soon as Jiu Ci woke up, he rushed to find Qing Ge.

In the palace, there was no figure of Qingge around.

Jiu Ci ran out of the palace and went to the city lord's mansion, but never saw it.

In the snow all over the sky, Jiu Ci's limbs were cold and his body was weak.

He raised his head and looked at the crescent moon with bloodthirsty and evil eyes.

The murderous spirit hidden deep in the soul of the body is now whistling and strangulating like the cold winter wind.

His eyes were blood red.

In my heart, there is overwhelming anger!

Will heaven also take away the only light in his life?

Jiu Ci clenched his fists with both hands, his left eye was desolate and indifferent, like the cold snow and wind, but the right eye was full of sorrow and pain, and a line of tears slowly flowed down his cheek.

Suddenly, a white and slender hand patted Jiu Ci's shoulder.

The aura around Jiu Ci was particularly terrifying, cold and murderous. At this moment, Jiu Ci was extremely impatient. He turned around and stared at Qing Ge, completely stunned.
To be continued...