The extreme impact caused the earth to tremble, stirring up smoke and dust all over the sky, obscuring the view.
"Hmm..." Shi Kui said quietly, with a solemn look on his face, his hands behind his back, secretly transporting his true energy.
When the wind blows the smoke and dust away, a miracle will appear.
Where can bananas cover the sky? The energy reaches the sky, is rooted in the earth, and supports the sky and the earth.
Where do weeping bananas come from? The wind blows, the rain blows, and the world is full of wind and rain.
Bajiao, Bajiao, Bajiao came from the sky to save his life. Cangya Xingke Daojian, who escaped from death, suddenly lost strength and almost collapsed to the ground, struggling to stand up.
He looked at the mountain in front of him. The top of the mountain was surrounded by deathly energy, and there were bursts of ghostly energy. Beasts could not move, and birds could not fall. It was like a dead place where no life could exist.
Mangshan!
I ran away here without realizing it, and my life was not meant to be cut off.
Shi Kui said coldly: "Master, show up."
The banana was small in the wind, floating in the air and spinning. A voice came from the banana, saying: "That's it, let's leave."
"If Yueguan Mountain is not dead, my heart will not be at ease."
"Hey, I'm helpless."
The plantains turn and sprinkle the moonlight. In the hazy moonlight, the unworldly figure slowly emerges.
The black robe is trimmed with golden silk, and the cold face reveals a noble demeanor.
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods, Mang Mountain ghosts and gods reappeared. Shang Qiyin caught the fallen banana, sent it gently with a palm wind, pushed the sword out of the battle circle, and said indifferently: "I give you a chance to make a move."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
The master's eyes flashed, and he realized that his true energy had already been fully mobilized. As he finished speaking, his palms came out from behind, and his ultimate move was launched instantly.
"The true power of disillusionment: God is infinite!"
In an instant, I saw endless power sweeping away the mountains. The heaven and earth were shocked by it, and the trees were knocked down.
Shang Qiyin seemed to have expected it. He tossed the plantain lightly, closed his palms, and golden light emerged from his palms. He drew a circle with his palms, and the six paths suddenly appeared.
"The Six Paths of Reincarnation·The Path of the Human World-Can't Ask for It."
The three great tragedies in life are the meeting of resentment and hatred, separation from love, and not being able to get what you want. All three are suffering and come from not being able to get what you want.
Ghosts and gods Shang Qiyin activates the magical power of reincarnation again. Although the move is slow, the form is completed, and the six paths of reincarnation are reincarnated, reincarnation, death, and reincarnation.
Gone with a majestic roar.
Two extreme moves struck, and only a shocking explosion was heard:
"Bang..."
Suddenly, the sky became dark, the earth became dark, the sun and moon had no light, and the stars became dim.
In the end, Shi Kui's skill was just short of the mark. Although he attacked first and took the advantage, he was still defeated. I saw that the reincarnation magical power first destroyed the real skill of disillusionment, and then attacked Shi Kui.
The master's body was protected by cloud energy, and the clouds dispersed after being beaten. Just when his true form was about to appear and his identity was exposed, he retreated quickly, turned into a stream of light and flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Far away, on a high mountain, Shikui arrived in his form and was slightly injured. He vomited a mouthful of bruised blood, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and it took a long time before he regained his strength.
"Three elements are united into one, the realm of heaven, the righteous way is immortal, the evil way is demon, and the ghost way is ghosts and gods. Where can such masters come from in the world? Mangshan, um... I once heard from the Lord that there is a passage to hell.
Here, a sinner from hell took advantage of the chaos to escape into the human world..."
At the foot of Mang Mountain, just when Shang Qiyin won and the teacher leader left, Cangya Xingke Daojian was so seriously injured that he finally couldn't hold on anymore, passed out and collapsed.
Shang Qiyin supported Basho and walked up to Jin. He stared at the sword for a while, then let out a long sigh and led him into Mang Mountain.
On the top of Mang Mountain, in a small pavilion, Shang Qiyin was lying and sitting, drinking a cup of light tea, watching the changes in the wind and clouds, with a sad expression on his brows.
The water flows under the pavilion, the banana trees on the shore are shady, the wickers are swaying, and the breeze is gentle, it is really comfortable and carefree.
Remember what Xiuxiu Lao said: You only have three chances to take action in this world.
"Ghosts and gods cannot tolerate the human world. With this attack, I have gradually felt the oppression of heaven and earth. It's troublesome. I can't go back to hell, and I can't stay in the world. It's troublesome, troublesome, troublesome!"
"Uh...ah..."
On the opposite shore, under the banana leaves, Sword and Sword woke up leisurely. His whole body ached and his internal injuries were heavy. He looked around and saw the ghosts and gods in the pavilion. He knew where he was.
He bowed and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I will never forget the sword."
"No need, no need."
Shang Qiyin drank a cup of tea and looked at who the sword was with out of the corner of his eye, feeling suspicious.
This person is capable of extraordinary things. Even though I have met him a few times, I know that his methods are superb. The person just now has profound skills and a profound realm, but he was not injured so badly that he had no power to fight.
"In today's difficult situation, demons are in chaos, the atmosphere of ghosts is turbulent, and evil spirits are too great. As ghosts and gods, seniors, please come out to help..."
"Hey...hey..."
Shang Qiyin hurriedly stopped him and sighed: "I come from hell and cannot tolerate suffering. I am afraid that I will be powerless."
Who in the sword frowned when he heard this, making excuses, or? Suddenly, his injuries worsened, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, his breath was sluggish, and his face turned pale.
"You are too seriously injured. I am a ghost. Life and death are different. There is nothing I can do. Go down the mountain and seek medical treatment."
"It's okay, I can heal myself, and I can ask my seniors to help me."
"How can I help?"
Who didn't answer with the sword? Yun Jin traveled through the whole body and swayed. Suddenly the body exploded and turned into a ball of purple gas, floating into the pavilion.
The purple energy is mixed with several groups of black ghost energy and three magical powers.
Shang Qiyin understood the idea and fired several ghost energy in succession to remove the black ghost energy. Only three magical powers were found, which were extremely weird. The combination of the power of demons and illusions was almost divine. It took a long time to eliminate it.
The purple energy fell into the pavilion and turned into a sword. He sat opposite Shang Qiyin, sweating profusely and feeling weak.
Although the injury is healed, the vitality cannot be healed
Shang Qiyin poured a cup of tea for him, who took the sword, drank it all in one gulp, and said: "The ghost Yama and the ghost masters from all realms have been causing misery for a long time. There are signs of imbalance between the yin and yang of the heaven and earth. Now, they have to be eliminated.
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"The only person who can kill Yama is Yama. The ghost Yama is easy to destroy, but Yama cannot be bullied. At this time, there is only one person who can solve Yama."
"Ha, heroes have the same opinion. My vitality is severely damaged and I am unable to walk, so I ask my seniors to help me."
Shang Qiyin looked at him, his vitality was greatly weakened. A small Houtian warrior could kill him. He wanted to refuse, but had no way to say it.
"That's all, you save the Tao ghost's life, and the Tao ghost saves me from trouble. The cycle of cause and effect, I am in the mortal world, there is no way to escape. There is no way to go!"
Shang Qiyin took the plantain, took the sword with him, and turned into light. Halfway through, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and there was a vague feeling of being plotted.
That’s all, that’s all.
After another leisure time, the moon reaches the middle, Shang Qi disappears, and the sword finally reaches the Wanxiang Ghost Cave.
Far away, I heard the sound of vicissitudes of life coming out, and when I came closer, I saw an old man of vicissitudes of life, playing the erhu leisurely, humming a song:
"Later people, listen to what the elders say: don't drink soup when eating, look ahead when walking. Don't worry about troubles, sleep until dawn... enjoy the cool in summer, bask in the sun in winter. Year after year, you can live a hundred years."<
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Who stands aside and listens quietly. Although the song is simple and clear, it is full of wisdom in life and has benefited a lot.
When the song ended, he stepped forward and respectfully said: "Junior, I am passing the moon to pay my respects to the sages."
Fufeng Buxi Xiuxiu Lao looked over and saw that he was a young man. He was full of heroic spirit, which was gratifying. He smiled and said: "Full of energy and vitality, not bad, not bad. Shang Qiyin, please remember what the old man said. Forget it.
Counting the time, it’s time for people to come.”
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a flash of light in the sky, the sky and the earth suddenly turned white, and a golden fish slowly swam towards me, saying:
"The heavenly stems are fixed, the earthly branches are divided, and they form a sphere of their own.
Hooking up the mountains and rivers, delineating the four seasons, there are still thousands of eons of life and death.”
The golden fish arrived in a blink of an eye and said, "Fuxi passed down the art of Jing Qing Ling to pay homage to the ancestor."
"No need to be polite, let's get started."
"Yes."
Wanxiang Ghost Cave, Wanxiang Ghost Cave, ever since Qin Sheng admired the mountains and rivers and fought against Yama, the dead ghost of Qin, ghosts have spread in this place, making it difficult for living creatures to approach, and few martial arts people come here.
Today, many experts gathered together to determine the future of China.
In the center of the Vientiane Ghost Cave, the Bagua forms the formation, and the Bagua sword seals it as the eye of the formation, suppressing the passage to hell.
Jing Qingling swam in, two fish tentacles stretched out, and submerged into the Bagua array.
"The eight trigrams change and transform into thousands, to the sixteen hexagrams, to the thirty-two hexagrams, to the sixty-four hexagrams, and so on to infinity. However, its roots remain unchanged and it does not leave its origin. My friends admire the mountains and rivers. You believe in the will of God and stay alive. Door, what is it for?"
The stem corresponds to the sky.
The two fish tentacles went to the stem position, wrapped around something, pulled it out with force, and the Bagua Sword came out.
Suddenly, the Bagua array was broken.
"Sure enough, hey, my friend, is it really hard to violate God's will?"
The Bagua sword went out and the Bagua array was broken. In an instant, the passage to hell opened wide, and a swarm of ghosts and bees from hell emerged from their pupae and descended into the human world.
"Hahaha... Human world, human world, here I come."
"The breath of the world, the breath of the world, beautiful, beautiful."
"I'm back, I'm back, I'm suffering in hell, who can enjoy happiness in the world, kill, kill..."
"Kill, kill to the world, occupy the world."
When he was in danger, Xiu Xiulao threw out a Lianxin Bamboo. The Lianxin Bamboo expanded out of thin air, blocking the passage to hell, and all the ghosts fell into the Lianxin Bamboo.
He said: "Yueguan Mountain, Shang Qiyin, do you dare to follow the old man?"
Who said: "The sages invite you, I dare not follow you."
Shang Qiyin pondered for a moment and said: "I can't stay in this world, I have no choice but to go to hell. I hope you can help me."
"Natural."
Xiu Xiulao pulled Yue Guan Shan, followed the Lianxinzhu, and took one step forward, leaving the world and entering hell.
Jing Qingling bowed and said, "Best farewell to the Patriarch."
Shang Qiyin also stepped forward, just as he was about to enter hell. Suddenly, far away, in the direction of Laoshan, a huge ghostly energy rose into the sky, tearing the sky and the earth, shaking China, and the yin and yang of the world suddenly became unbalanced.
A series of strange phenomena emerged: the sun never sets, the moon rises but never sets, it snows in summer and warm in winter, and the four seasons are chaotic...
Ghost disasters, ghost disasters, ghost disasters cause ghost disasters in the world, and all living beings suffer disaster.
At the same time, there was another aura that was sweeping across China unscrupulously. Immediately, Shang Qiyin was palpitating and breaking into cold sweats.