The two words "Ghost King" are not just a simple title, nor are they just the king of all ghosts. The Ghost King is a terrifying existence that has its own way, can turn into a barrier, and control the life and death of a world. Although Mu Yi
I have experienced the horror of the barrier, but the reality is that the power of the barrier is less than one percent of what it was in its heyday.
Otherwise, if in its heyday, ten Mu Yi followed Fan, they would be reduced to ashes in an instant.
When Yan Qing stood in mid-air, spoke condescendingly, and said these words indifferently, Mu Yi had a bad feeling in his heart. The strength displayed by the other party at this moment was somewhat beyond his imagination. He originally thought that he could recover quickly.
He could definitely suppress the opponent with his strength, but he didn't expect that the opponent could suppress him just by relying on his level.
Especially now, he had a bad feeling. This bad feeling was not only the coming crisis, but also Yan Qing himself.
"My way of killing is killing, killing all the men in the world, and killing all the people here. Today, my way of killing adds another dead soul to you." When Yan Qing said this, she could no longer see any emotion or absolute reason.
Or rather ruthless.
"Killing?"
Just after Mu Yi listened to Yan Qing's words, his eyes suddenly changed. The entire sky, or rather the world, turned red. Under Yan Qing's feet, there was a river of blood, with waves of blood rolling inside. Mu Yi could even smell it.
A strong smell of blood.
In the river of blood, there were countless broken limbs and bones, some were walking with the waves, some were stretching out their hands, trying to catch something, and there were even countless resentful souls roaring, with some strange fluctuations in their voices, trying to grab something.
The human soul is breathed into it.
In the past, Mu Yi might have had a headache, but now, with the flickering of the lamp in the sea of consciousness, the sounds that came into his mind were directly crushed and driven out. No matter how the sounds outside were, they could not move him in the slightest.
"I grant you death."
In mid-air, Yan Qing pointed at Mu Yi expressionlessly. With this finger, the last two lotus petals behind Yan Qing withered at the same time. The blood river under her feet shrank in an instant and merged into that finger.
In Mu Yi's eyes, this finger turned into a river of blood, falling from the sky. Even the stars would be shattered in front of this river of blood, let alone a mortal human being.
And Yan Qing's words were directly impressed into his heart, as if they had directly reversed the cause and effect.
"I am already dead."
Mu Yi suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was really dead. He turned a blind eye to the river of blood above his head, and even gradually closed his eyes.
"Brother, brother!"
When Mu Yi's consciousness began to fade and his soul was about to sink, deep in his heart, a call suddenly sounded. The voice seemed to come from a far away place. He couldn't hear it clearly, but the familiarity made Mu Yi's body tremble.
.
"elder brother!"
At this time, the call sounded again, even more clearly.
"Who is calling me? Brother?" Mu Yi seemed to have forgotten who he was. He could only guess at a loss whose voice belonged to him. Why did it give him a kind and familiar feeling? Somehow,
He felt that the owner of this voice was very important to him.
"Brother, wake up quickly."
"Wake up? Am I sleeping? Or is it just a dream?" Mu Yi kept thinking in his heart.
"By the way, who am I? I seem to have forgotten something."
Mu Yi frowned and tried hard to think about those things he had forgotten, but there was a pain in his head, as if there was a force preventing him from remembering everything.
"No, I will definitely remember it."
Mu Yi roared in his heart, and his strong thoughts turned into a big hand, rumbling into the darkness.
Click!
After a soft sound, a light blue light passed through the darkness and fell on Mu Yi.
"I remember, I am Mu Yi, I am... fighting!"
When Mu Yi finished these words, his suppressed aura suddenly surged, breaking through Yan Qing's blockade.
"The Tao, this is the Tao. It is such a terrible Tao, but even the Tao cannot suppress me or make me lose myself."
Mu Yi kept shouting, and the aura on his body rose again and again, surpassing the limit that he could reach before. Although this crisis was dangerous for him, it was also a training. Although the price was death, he finally succeeded.
I survived, but the most important thing here is the call from the bottom of my heart, which is Nian Nuer's call.
Because he refined the Bamboo of Time and made it a natal magical weapon, he and Nian Nuer were also connected. At that critical moment, Nian Nuer sensed his danger, woke up from his deep sleep, and kept calling him.
Although all this sounds long, in reality, it only lasts less than a moment. The inner world is different from the outside world. If the consciousness is strong enough, maybe the inner world may experience a day or a year, while the outer world may only last a moment or an instant.
time.
When Mu Yi opened his eyes again, all illusions disappeared. There was neither a river of blood nor death in front of him. There was just a jade finger, constantly approaching his eyebrows. If Mu Yi woke up a moment or two later,
I'm afraid that when that finger and eye were pointed at the center of his eyebrows, even if Daluo Jinxian descended to earth, he might not be able to save his life.
"The intention of the fist is actually a manifestation of will. I have practiced Wuming Boxing for many years. This boxing has been deeply rooted in my bones and imprinted in my soul. This set of boxing can also induce the power of the mind. This power of the mind is actually a
In fact, I have already reached the threshold of the boxing intention, but I never knew how to get in. Now, I have a clear understanding of the boxing intention, and the boxing intention is my intention."
Mu Yi has a clear mind, and the more critical he is, the calmer he becomes. This is a talent, best suited for fighting.
As for the intention of the fist, he had already mastered it the moment he realized it.
Make a fist, then punch it out.
This punch didn't have earth-shattering momentum, or even overlapping fist shadows. It was just a simple punch, but this punch incorporated all of Mu Yi's understanding so far. Therefore, it was a punch, but also a complete punch.
Similarly, this punch is a painting, and it depicts Mu Yi's life. It depicts him walking around the world following the old path, crying alone in Funiu Mountain, his determination after coming down from the mountain, and his confusion in the killing. This scroll depicts Mu Yi's life.
, is his intention.
Boxing means meaning and life.
This is Mu Yi's understanding and his fist.
In mid-air, Yan Qing, who had always been indifferent, finally changed her color. Mu Yi's simple punch was an indestructible punch that could not break anything.
"Crack!"
The fist and fingers collided together again, and then made a crisp sound. Mu Yi could clearly see that Yan Qing's fingers were broken, like ceramics, and turned into pieces, from the fingers, to the palms, to the arms, and then to the whole
body.
"this···"
After the punch, the momentum dissipated and the courtyard gradually returned to calm, but Yan Qing turned into fragments in front of Mu Yi and floated away in the wind. The fragments continued to break in the wind, getting smaller and smaller until they turned into dust.
"How could this happen?" Mu Yi was a little surprised. Although he also knew that the punch that condensed the fist spirit was terrifying and could be called his strongest attack at present, he did not expect that Yan Qing would turn into ashes under this punch.
Among the ashes, a figure looked towards him. It was Yan Qing. To be more precise, it was the soul of the Ghost King. That face was completely different from Yan Qing. Although it was equally beautiful, it had a hint of dullness, no expression, and no
There is no color in those eyes, only black and white.
The moment she saw these eyes, Mu Yi's heart trembled. Maybe this was the real Ghost King, and it was also her heart. Her world had long lost its color, and there was only pain, because Mu Yi felt a little relief from the other person.
It means that death is a kind of relief for her.
At this moment, Mu Yi understood why the other party's reaction was so fierce at first and why he was so resistant to the path he chose for him, because she had long been fed up with others choosing for her. She wanted to go on her own, even if it meant death.
And willingly.
In other words, the moment Mu Yi found her, she had already decided to die.
Rather than saying that the opponent's soul was shattered by Mu Yi's punch, it is better to say that she prepared a withering feast for herself. The lotus represented her life. When the lotus withered, it was also the time of her death, even without Mu Yi's punch.
With one punch, even if Mu Yi died in her hands, she would still turn into ashes. This was her choice, or fate.
"Am I wrong?" Mu Yi was a little confused. He looked at the other party's soul, but he was powerless. Even all of this was because of him. What would happen if he didn't come? At least the other party would not die.
"No, I'm not wrong. You have your choice, and I have my persistence." Mu Yi looked at the place where the Ghost King's soul was scattered, and said softly.
At this time, a breeze blew by, and everything disappeared without a trace.
Mu Yi shook his head and was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations coming from the small building. This made him stunned, and then he entered the small building. Finally, he found on the second floor
There is a painting, which shows a woman holding an umbrella, standing on a bridge, staring blankly at the world on this side of the painting.
The woman in the painting is Yan Qing, the real Yan Qing.
Mu Yi did not expect that Yan Qing's soul would exist in this way, but she thought that everything was done by the Ghost King. She did not kill the other party's soul, but sealed her in the painting. Maybe one day in the future, she can return to
Go into your own body.
But now, everything is impossible, because her body has also turned into ashes, so Yan Qing in the painting will either exist like this for the rest of her life, or she will be reincarnated and start a new life.
With the lessons learned from the past, Mu Yi will no longer help the other party make choices. The fate should be in his own hands. This is true for him, for Yan Qing, and even for the ghost king's dead soul.
"You are happy, at least you still have the right to choose."
Mu Yi looked at Yan Qing in the painting and said softly. The beauty in the painting seemed to blink. (To be continued)