Zhu Chungang's ninth heavenly calamity was as thick as a bucket, Yu Qiuyang's sky thunder turned into a dragon, and Xiang Que's ninth heavenly calamity was not much smaller either. The sky thunder fell from the sky and fell straight on Que, and it suddenly spread from his body.
There came a roar.
"I am not willing to accept..."
Xiang Que remained silent, as if he had already been killed by Wang Kunlun's wooden sword.
Before the natural disaster came, Qi Changqing dragged Wang Kunlun back quickly and fell into the distance. The sky thunder struck Xiang Qihou, and countless black threads suddenly spread from his body. Ksitigarbha's evil thoughts were completely wiped out by the sky thunder.
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"boom······"
After a continuous loud noise, the top of Xishan Mountain seemed to be disrupted in an instant. The entire mountain was razed to the ground. Looking at the mountain, it was a mess. The earth and rocks on the thirteen tombs were destroyed and scattered in all directions.
, the feet of several people were trembling, and the echoes of the thunder disaster echoed in several mountain peaks.
After waiting for a long time, the remaining power of the disaster gradually dissipated. Wang Kunlun, Wang Xuanzhen and Cao Shanjun quickly ran towards the top of the west mountain before the dust cleared. Qi Changqing looked at the extinguished soul lamp in his hand and said dumbly.
: "No, there's no need to go there..."
The three of them didn't seem to hear Qi Changqing's words. After running to the top of the mountain, they looked around in panic. In the middle of the top of the mountain, a pit more than one meter deep and four or five meters in diameter appeared.
After the calamity was smashed to the ground, the place where the ninth calamity came was no longer that figure, only countless gravel and falling snowflakes.
"Pfft" Wang Kunlun sat down on the ground blankly, and the wooden sword he held tightly in his hand was thrown away: "Did I kill my brother?"
"Where are the people? Where are the people? Even if they are dead, where are the people? Where are the bodies? Not even a bit of dregs left? Impossible, this is impossible." Wang Xuanzhen moved back and forth on the top of the mountain in confusion, his eyes red again and again.
Searching the top of the mountain again and again.
Cao Shanjun clasped his hands together and recited the Dharma chant loudly. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and recited scriptures.
Although there were too many signs of Xiang Que's funeral arrangements before, and they already had the worst predictions for the outcome, when faced with this cruel fact, they still found it difficult to accept the news that Xiang Que was dead.
The result is one thing, but facing it is another state of mind. Separation and separation are the most unacceptable pains in life.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap," Qi Changqing took heavy steps and let out a long sigh.
Wang Xuanzhen frowned and said: "Senior Brother, even if a person dies, the body will always be left behind, right?"
Qi Changqing said silently: "If you can't survive the ninth thunder, you will naturally be wiped out."
"Where are the bones? Where are the clothes? There's nothing left?"
Qi Changqing silently shook his head again and said no more.
Cao Shanjun opened his eyes and looked at the life-soul lamp in his hand. Wang Xuanzhen's eyes also fell on it. The two people who knew this ancient bronze lamp felt a "thump" in their hearts. The death-soul lamp was extinguished!
The top of Xishan Mountain was desolate and sad, and the four of them stood there, silent.
Xiang Que has made countless enemies in his life, and he can only make friends with a few people. But for those who can be befriended by him, it would be too simple to describe them as close friends. Wang Kunlun, Wang Xuanzhen or Cao Shanjun, Xiang Que only needs to say a word, brother.
How about you block a knife for me? These three
There is absolutely no one who can be vague. No one will frown when Xiang Que says he has to block two swords. Even if they die because of this, no one will complain to Xiang Que in the underworld, because Xiang Que has already done it for them before.
I have been a desperate Saburo for countless times.
"Senior brother, can't you deduce Xiang Que's life and death?" Wang Kunlun suddenly turned around and said.
"When Xiang Que faced the old grave in Xishan, before my master and master uncle left, we studied his victory or defeat." Qi Changqing rubbed the life soul lamp in his hand and said with a face full of vicissitudes: "The chance of winning is less than 50%.
We can’t see any results. His numerology is deceived by heaven. None of us can forcefully predict his life and death. Everything can only depend on destiny."
When Xiang Que faced the old grave in Xishan, not only did he feel uncertain, but everyone at Gujing Temple was also very uncertain. If Xiang Que could easily walk over, Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang would not have paved the way for him again before leaving.
, only when they are extremely unable to see the way forward, the two of them will not take action frequently. From this point, it can be indirectly seen that Qi Changqing, Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang have always been beating the drum mentally.
After all, this is a wisp of inner demons that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva forcibly pulled out. You can use the equation to calculate and judge what level of person Ksitigarbha is. Even if his inner demons are not as good as his, he is still a powerful character.
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"Even though he's dead...it's still glorious even though he's dead." Qi Changqing suddenly put the soul lamp in his hand on the ground and said softly: "Then let's build a grave for him here."
"Okay, let's do it ourselves." Wang Kunlun immediately threw his long sword and inserted it into the soil.
"Que, what about your parents..." Wang Xuanzhen asked hesitantly.
Qi Changqing frowned: "Let's leave it there for now. You can delay it as long as you can. When the elderly are old, there are things that cannot be told to them for the time being. Also, it is only a matter of time before I get married. I won't talk about my life or death. I'm leaving.
I need you to keep an eye on Gujing Guan after I arrive. Also, don’t worry too much about Chen Xia. The most important thing is about the children. This matter is more troublesome."
Wang Kunlun suddenly said: "I'll go there."
Wang Kunlun rushed from Xishan to Qufu on the third day after saying these words. He changed from a murderer to a male nanny, protecting Wanwan all the time.
Although Xiang Que's death may have been due to a catastrophe or Ksitigarbha's evil thoughts, Wang Kunlun could never forget that he personally inserted a wooden sword into Xiang Que's heart. After the sword went in, he immediately noticed that Xiang Que had
He was so angry that he could kill him with one sword. He always deliberately avoided the first two reasons and used Xiang Que's
The death was blamed on himself, and he never came out of this shadow for a long time. Gradually, the new era god of death became a little sinking. After that, he never touched anyone again and took off his clothes.
Zhengrong then put all his hopes on the child and carefully cared for her growth.
But no one could have imagined that Wang Kunlun's character would undergo some very bizarre changes amidst such a huge change. He was in a state of becoming a devil and a Buddha with one thought, from a murderer to a commoner, from a murderous aura to the sky.
When I arrived at Gujing Bubo, my whole person underwent an unexpected transformation.
A new earthen tomb stands on the top of Xishan Mountain. The thirteen solitary tombs that once occupied Xishan Mountain for who knows how many years have disappeared. This new tomb looks very desolate and plain, just an ordinary earthen bag.
A piece of cut tree trunk was erected as a tombstone. There was no gorgeous language engraved on the wooden board, only a few simple lines of words.
"Disciples of Gujing Temple, Xiangque's Tomb"
A new grave rises, the old departs!
The four of them stared at the tomb in silence for a long time. Suddenly, in the woods not far behind them, a large eagle suddenly fluttered its wings and flew away. After rushing into the sky, it flew towards the southeast. In an instant, it became
A black dot, and then it disappears.
"Uh-huh" Cao Shanjun was suddenly shocked and watched Hai Dongqing leave blankly. Qi Changqing also forgot about it suspiciously and frowned.
After a long time, a sound of "fuck" came.
Cao Shanjun's face changed from the initial sadness to surprise and confusion, mixed with inexplicable joy: "That eagle... is Xiang Que's natal spiritual pet. He is dead, Haidong
Why is Qing still there?"
Wang Xuanzhen asked: "What kind of sculpture, what kind of natal spiritual pet?"
Cao Sanjun immediately danced and said incoherently: "There is a great Bodhisattva in white in our Tibetan area. The Bodhisattva raised a ferret, which was her natal spiritual pet... Later, Xiang Que learned about this.
I have been thinking about getting this secret skill from the great Bodhisattva."
Wang Kunlun quickly interrupted him: "Did you get it?"
"He got it. I gave him the secret technique myself." Cao Shanjun looked at the top of the mountain suspiciously and said in confusion: "Something's wrong. My natal spiritual pet and Xiang Que are already connected together. If the person dies, there's nothing the bird can do.
He's alive, but what the hell, where is Xiang Que now?"
Even Qi Changqing is a little confused now. He can't figure out this bizarre scene and can't give a perfect explanation. The fact that his natal spiritual pet is still there means that Xiang Queren is definitely not dead. At least his soul is still there, but what about him?
There is no trace of him on the top of the west mountain. When the thunder came down that day, the whole place was almost reduced to rubbish.
Wang Xuanzhen asked: "Is it possible that he opened the passage to the underworld and hid in it? How about we take a trip?"
Qi Changqing and Cao Shanjun shook their heads directly and said: "It's impossible. There were no fluctuations in the underworld at that time, and even if he escaped to the underworld, he would not be able to escape the disaster. He would have to endure it..."
Great sadness and joy!
The mentality of the four people went back and forth in just a few moments, and their hearts were pounding a little.
At this time, no one can figure out how to explain this scene. Whether Xiang Que is dead or not has become a mystery that cannot be solved for the time being.
Therefore, a few people tried hard to think about the good side of his life and death. Maybe Xiang Que is still alive, but he just doesn’t know where he is. Maybe one day, Xiang Que will appear again, or he may never show up.
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Think of everything in a good direction and wish you long life!
The sea bluebird flapped its wings and flew to the southeast. Its speed reached its peak in an instant, spanning more than a thousand kilometers and finally flew to Shanghai. It galloped along the Huangpu River and landed outside the top-floor room of the Jinmao Hyatt Regency Hotel. Two
He clasped his paws on the window sill and looked into the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with very human eyes.