Song Zheng was sitting in the secret room. The strange array around him was arranged by Shi Yi during his lifetime. He held an ancient talisman in his hand and said in a deep voice: "It can be activated."
On the other end of the ancient talisman, a loud and condescending voice asked: "Seriously? How sure are you?"
"Thirty percent. I'll fight to the death. If I don't find a way to escape, I might be the next one to die. If I die, I'm afraid everyone will end up dead."
The voice replied: "Okay!"
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Wangshan City, Wanli Bank.
The store that used to be a prosperous business is now in a mess. There is an adult from the monk's office with his arms folded and Lingxu standing three feet in the air in front of the door, watching everything with cold eyes.
Dozens of monks and officers have already rushed in, holding official documents and starting to search. There is also a noble person behind the Wanli ticket number, but this gentleman has a greater background and completely ignores the backer of the ticket number.
The shopkeeper, several stalls, and a group of waiters were all held aside, huddled in a ball and shivering, secretly complaining, not knowing what exactly provoked this man and caused this disaster.
The neighbors secretly peered in and out, and the monk's pressure stretched out for three miles. Pedestrians knew that the monk was doing something, so they didn't dare to stop and watch, so they hurriedly walked around.
Not long after, someone inside shouted: "Sir, we have the evidence."
The monk sneered, without even looking at the shopkeepers, he waved his hand and said, "Go back to the Yamen."
The officers came out with a roar, not knowing exactly what they had found. They followed the adults and jumped into the air. They each stepped on their own magic weapons and flew away.
They left the city and reached dozens of miles away. The adult waved his hand, and the guards behind him fell down with a whoosh. When they fell on the ground, they turned into a piece of grass stalks and branches. He quietly walked away alone and disappeared.
without a trace.
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Thousands of miles away, in the God Ember Mountain, the purple gold gourd and the lotus flame exist at an "infinite height" in the sense of the void. Looking from the sky, everything below is "unobstructed" at the level of heaven.
No barriers, no secrets.
Even the senior Zhenguo was "clearly aware" in front of them.
"A false imperial tomb?"
"The homeland of the dead god is empty."
"What does that monster want? It took away the secret 'divine power' in the Death God's homeland in advance, but that thing is useless in today's star sea."
After some discussion, there was no conclusion, and the two mysterious beings said together: "It's so hard to deceive the secrets of heaven, nine falsehoods and one truth, hiding the truth from the sky, and it is difficult to distinguish the truth from the truth!"
They arrived in person, but they still couldn't see through the arrangement of the sky fire. It might really blind those beings in the sky.
Zijin Gourd suddenly laughed: "We shouldn't worry about these things, let them worry. You and I... can fish in troubled waters."
Lotus Flame also said: "Yes, we should just add fuel to the flames."
The gourd and the flames flashed and disappeared from the heights of the void. At the same time, "something happened" in many hidden places in the God's Ash Mountain that were watched by God, further disturbing the gaze in the sea of stars.
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A gust of wind blew, and Wu Shanlu's eyelids opened slightly. There was darkness all around, and there were faint black flames burning. This seemed to be the "gap" between the netherworld and the thick soil, which belonged to the "life and death" world.
Outside the shadow shrouded by power, special powers can reverse life and death here and escape the control of the netherworld.
He moved his body and couldn't believe it. He reached out his hand and pinched his body hesitantly. Tears filled his eyes immediately! This real feeling has been missing for a long time. He never thought that there would be a day when he could rebuild his body.
, return to the Yang world.
He looked around, and there were faint heavenly fires burning in the deep darkness. Wu Shanlu felt mixed emotions in his heart. At the last moment, he used the trace of heavenly fire in his body to extinguish the ghost king, and finally the heavenly fire secret decree in the dark abyss was burned out.
I brought back what I asked for.
He didn't know that this rough cone-shaped flint was the real purpose of Sky Fire. He was grateful to Sky Fire for resurrecting him, but he was also troubled by the fact that his own death was also caused by Sky Fire.
But there is no doubt that the awe in his heart was naturally more fear than respect. He bowed deeply in the direction of the sky fire, and when he turned around, two bright lines of fire burned in the darkness behind him. Among the lines of fire,
It is a broad road leading to rebirth.
He walked over step by step, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. Finally, with a cry, a warm breeze blew, and his eyes were bright, green, and mountains stood tall. He was back.
"Ah" Wu Shanlu opened his arms and roared completely towards the sky. The birds flew away in fright, and wild beasts responded.
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A gust of wind blows, and the soul lights up again like a lamp.
There are two streams gurgling from the sky fire. One is clear and sweet, completely liquefied by spiritual energy, and comes from the source of the Spirit River. The other is turbid and sticky, completely liquefied by demonic energy, and comes from the eye of the Styx River.
The two streams converged together and turned into a Tai Chi-like vortex, which became more and more viscous, but the vortex rotated faster and faster. It seemed that there were really two yin and yang fish stirring in it.
The soul sank in, and suddenly the whirlpool calmed down, and something floated and became uneven below. Gradually, the streams dried up and solidified into a translucent film.
There was a sound of breathing, two breaths broke through the film, and he stretched out his hand to completely tear off the film. He sat up suddenly, and his eyes were turbid and yellowish, swirling and settling, and gradually became clear.
It's just that the pupils in both eyes are dark and very strange.
After a while, the darkness finally disappeared. He returned to normal and looked around in confusion: "Where...is this place?" He looked down at his hands and shook them hard. Everything was very real: "But...
Am I not already dead?"
He has been reborn many times and is very clear about the difference between the state of his soul and his physical body. He knows that he is truly alive at this moment without having to verify it.
He suddenly remembered something. He stood up suddenly and saw a raging sky fire behind him. He was at the core of the sky fire. When he lowered his head again, the black and red flames under his feet were burning quietly around him. Everything was silent, but
Thunder exploded in his heart.
Soon he understood: "I died, but I came back to life. Why did I come back to life? Because Sky Fire needs me."
He had just seen that although he was physically fine, his skin was a demonic gray-black, and he was gradually returning to normal. And he further discovered some abnormalities in his body. There was a special kind of connection between him and Tianhuo.
For him, Tianhuo's will cannot be resisted.
This is different from when he was alive before, when Tianhuo issued an imperial edict and threatened him with life and death. Now it is Tianhuo's will that he cannot resist at all. Even if he is unwilling in his heart, he will still carry it out without reservation.
This is a brand new "Trail of Heaven" solidified in his body by Heavenly Fire!
He was a little happy just now, after all, he survived, but now he felt sad and said to himself: "Am I still Shi Yi in the future?"
He had already sensed the will of a sky fire in his heart. Although he was extremely reluctant, he could only stride forward and execute it firmly.
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Wu Shanlu had just been walking in the mountains for half an hour, greedily breathing in the air full of life, when his head was chopped off by this knife.
His head rolled in the air, his vision kept rotating and changing, and he felt infinite reluctance in his heart: after all, it was still a mirror, everything was in vain.
Boom! Gululu...
His head rolled into the grass on the mountain, and his headless body also fell down.
As the imperial edict said in advance, real and eternal liberation is achieved.
Shi Yi put away the "Mountain Splitting Blade" that had turned into pitch black, and silently went deeper into the mountain.
After getting rid of Wushan Road, he knew his next destination: the Beida Camp of the Imperial Guard Divine Army!
He also understood at this moment that he was the only one in the world who could enter this former divine army camp, and this was the real reason why he was resurrected by the sky fire.
That day in the northern camp of the Imperial Guard Divine Army, the probability that he accidentally fused a group of heroic souls was very small. Ever since the camp became like this, in the endless years, countless creatures have broken through.
Among them, Shi Yi was the only one who merged with the heroic soul and was recognized by the camp as one of its own.
Therefore, after he came out of the North Camp of the Royal Guards Army, his cultivation speed was strangely fast; so in the eyes of the Cui family, he had the rare qualification of "ten generations of heroes".
Tianhuo needed something from the Northern Camp of the Royal Guards. He needed to get it back for Tianhuo and could not disobey.
Shi Yi was walking in the mountains and fields, and suddenly thought of a possibility: If one day, Tianhuo wanted to kill Song Zheng and the others, could he disobey?
The mountain wind was icy and biting, and he stood still, feeling terrified and at a loss...
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Three days later, Song Zheng regained his composure. Mr. Shi Yuanhe also learned the news and comforted him several times. Song Zheng appeared very calm and thanked Shi Yuanhe, reassuring him that he could pass this level.
Cao Guling and others came to visit several times, and Song Zheng remained calm, allowing them to serve as soldiers with peace of mind, hone themselves, improve their strength, and wait for the next imperial edict.
Everyone thought that he had really gotten over Shi Yi's death. After all, since the heavenly fire fell, separation and death had become the norm.
Sometimes, after seeing too much, you will naturally become indifferent.
Only Zhao Xiao and the others could see that deep in Song Zheng's eyes, there was a coldness as cold as black abyss, which would probably be hard to get rid of in this lifetime.
Everyone was secretly worried and discussed it privately.
On this day, Miao Yun'er cooked all the elixirs that she could cook in "The Night Banquet of the Demons" in one go. She prepared a sumptuous meal and called everyone over.
Zhao Xiao came forward and asked Mr. Shi Yuanhe for a hundred jars of fine wine.
Wang Jiu, who had lost a lot of weight, pushed Song Zheng down on his seat: "Let's get drunk, Mr. Shi is gone, but we still have to live. We have to let that damn monster understand that every one of us is
The stones in the latrine are smelly and hard, and it won't be easy for it to crush us to death!"