Xiaohua and Xuehuang were on the south peak, while Qin Yu and Xiaohui were on the north peak. They were all trapped in the Alchemy Palace in front of the Black Hall. As expected, there was indeed a powerful spatial illusion formation on these two huge peaks, and
It is much more powerful than the space illusion array on Loujia Mountain.
What Zhang Cong and Qin Fu need to do is to find the two senior monks of the religious order and kill them. As for the other religious monks and soldiers in the mine, Zhang Cong is not worried at all. They have released no less than a million Netherworlds.
and Bing Ling, and Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei have already escaped. Unless the Supreme Elder of the mining area escapes immediately, the hope of survival is slim.
Zhang Cong went to the South Peak by himself, and Qin Fu took Xie Zhi to the North Peak. Zhang Cong's consciousness was at its maximum at this time, and he rushed directly towards the black coniferous forest on the South Peak. As he rushed towards it, there was a terrifying sound.
The storm has directly covered the forest.
The Wind-fixing Bead is not a magic spell, so after Zhang Cong awakened part of the chaos source power, he knew that it would be difficult for any monk to control him on this Wuya Star.
Just like in the eye of the cosmic storm, the violent hurricane directly uprooted the black forest. In the blink of an eye, a large hillside became barren of grass. Even the land was scraped away, leaving only the dark and hard rock exposed. On the huge
In the eye of the wind, an old monk with his clothes torn to pieces was staring blankly at everything in front of him, while Mi Anran had a desperate expression.
The hurricane has swept all the trees and soil on the south peak into the storm. The wind belts formed by the scattered wood and dust are like circles of black curtains. However, this seemingly inconspicuous curtain is enough to
The monks in the Supreme Realm were torn into pieces. Even the ineffable monk of the religious order would not be able to escape misfortune once he was involved in the hurricane.
Except for the small area at the top of the entire South Peak, there was almost no grass. Zhang Cong’s voice was as sinister as coming from hell: “You damn thing, how dare you disturb Tai Sui’s head? If you don’t want to die, retreat quickly.
Get rid of the magic array mechanism in front of the temple, or I will crush you to ashes right now. Do you think the garbage illusion array that you regard as gods can block this cosmic wind?"
The white-bearded monk's face was ashen: "I don't know where you come from, but you are definitely not a monk on the Wuya Star. I am unlikely to die. The Great God Wutian will always be in my heart. I will be resurrected soon. Just hold me in your arms."
Just wait for death with the little girl above."
Zhang Cong chuckled: "Go ahead and dream, do you still want to be resurrected? The evil soul cave at the foot of Loujia Mountain has been cleaned by me a long time ago. I really wish I could get an evil soul like you, so you don't have to go to Loujia Mountain.
Now I will find a suitable place for you."
Before he finished speaking, a ray of black light directly covered the monk and pulled him into the storm. In a moment, the monk's body was dismembered, and a wisp of evil soul was directly taken into Mingxing by Zhang Cong and handed over to Xiaocai.
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The wind-fixing bead flashed, and the terrifying hurricane disappeared in an instant. Smoke, dust and sawdust rained down on the entire mining area. Zhang Cong dodged and fled directly to the top. Standing outside Danque, a strange-looking
The big temple stood right in front of him.
A faint evil spirit spread out from the big temple in front of me, causing the big temple to flicker in and out. A strong sacred power flashed continuously in the big temple. It was Xiaohua's Thousand-leaf Buddha Lotus.
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Before Zhang Cong could make a move, Xiaodie suddenly said: "You don't have to worry about Xiaohua and Qin Yu. They are not in danger, but they are trapped in the illusion array by the will of the ancient evil god. It is difficult to break free. You must not force your way in.
This illusory formation is transformed by the entire will of the ancient evil god, and it is far more terrifying than your cultivation.
You go into the Black Mountain now and collect the evil bones in the Black Mountain. If the phantom array loses its support, it will naturally collapse on its own. Moreover, the two high-level phantom arrays will not be damaged and may be of great use in the future."
Zhang Cong didn't even have time to say anything, and escaped directly into Nanshan. At the same time, he raised the power of the evil star to the extreme, and immediately felt an extremely evil force deep in the mountain, which was constantly rising to the top of the mountain.
Zhang Cong was extremely fast and rushed directly into a black space. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he was immediately plunged into a black mist, and he lost his way in an instant.
Just like the asking space in Guichou Mountain, the surroundings are the same, and the pervading evil energy actually carries a strong spatial rhythm. Zhang Cong feels that if he makes a move, he may appear directly in another space.
, even far away from Anda Mountain.
He didn't dare to move, and his spiritual consciousness kept observing, but he found that his spiritual consciousness couldn't even detect a distance of one mile. It was like he fell into a sealed dry well, and the manhole cover was even covered.
Xiaodie quickly shouted: "Don't move, you have entered the bones of the ancient evil god. This guy is extremely powerful and has deep resentment. You can fight poison with poison. Without any source of power, you can directly use Taoist Sword Technique to attract that person."
Put the guy's resentment into the painting, use illusion to fight the illusion. When his resentment appears, you use the green lotus to melt it away, and the illusion will be broken."
Zhang Cong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He was about to use the wind-fixing beads, but luckily it didn't work. If he used it, the hurricane might not blow anywhere.
The Heaven-Swallowing Sword is already in his hand. Zhang Cong is like a wisp of breeze or a dead bamboo, without a trace of fireworks, let alone a trace of source power, gently moving with the Heaven-Swallowing Sword in his hand.
, a soft sword light illuminated the dark space, like a stroke of color on a black canvas.
A wisp of the setting sun seems to be blown by the gentle wind, looming in the colorful clouds, and the tired birds return to their nests, seeming to write nostalgia in the splendor of the western sky.
By the Caoting Lake, the reeds are rolling, and the remaining lotus is floating, calling out the sighs of autumn insects, the strings are tight, the red sleeves are caressing, and the endless lovesickness is integrated into the bleak autumn mood.
A woman covered in red gauze sat lazily on the railing of the thatched cottage, playing and singing with a pipa in her arms, speaking softly, as if calling her husband who had not returned home.
Zhang Cong had a feeling that the evil god's obsession was filled with unwillingness and pain, including resentment for the past and reluctance to let go of the past. That's why he created such a scene. Even if he didn't die what the evil god wanted, Zhang Cong
I can't believe that guy has been trapped for hundreds of thousands of years and doesn't even want to talk to anyone.
The resentful pipa has been floating in the evening wind, until the moon rises above the Eastern Mountain, the sky is full of stars, and under the shadow of the moon in the distance, a man dressed in white comes quietly among the falling leaves, sighing, as if sighing all the warmth and coldness of the world, the truth is revealed
Endless separation sorrow.
The sound of the pipa suddenly stopped, and he asked softly under the red gauze: "Is it you? Why did you come back? Can't you find the way back home?"
"I am not myself, who am I? Where is my home, and when will I return? In the vast sea of stars, is there a solitary lamp to guide the way, or is there a song that misses me? Where can I send my nostalgia? Beauty reincarnates, and I don’t know what else I have to recall.
you tell me?"
The white clothes are fluttering, and under the flowing black hair, there is a look of confusion and confusion on his face, which is lost in the mottled moon shadow, disappearing and appearing.
The woman sighed leisurely: "You are not him. I have been waiting for a thousand years, but I still remember his appearance. Maybe there is someone waiting for you to come home, but you still have stories that you can't let go of, but you have forgotten that he is waiting for you.
people......"
The sound of the piano started again, as if talking and calling. After asking for it a thousand times, the man in white shook his head: "What am I waiting for? What on earth am I waiting for? How long have I been waiting? Where is my home?"
Suddenly, a trace of black energy appeared on the face of the man in white, and his eyes instantly turned red. Suddenly, he waved his sleeves and took the woman playing the piano into his hand. He directly grabbed the woman's neck and lifted her up.
The woman couldn't help coughing, her hand went limp, and the pipa fell to the ground with a clang. The man was stunned, and his hand loosened and he threw the woman to the ground.
"If I hadn't missed him in my heart, I wouldn't have lived for a thousand years. I don't know whether I am a human or a ghost now, but I still have an obsession and want to wait for him to come back. The torture makes me live like a year, but I can't bear to let go.
Go to hell, why didn't you destroy me just now? Don't you think you were helping me by destroying me?"
The woman struggled to look at the man in white, her veil fell, and on her beautiful face, two lines of clear tears revealed despair, and there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth.
"They say that if you die in vain, you will not be reincarnated. Can you help me? I can't die by myself, can you help me? Even if I reincarnate for several lifetimes, I will find him and see if my obsession can really find its home.
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The man in white sighed: "You are really stupid. Why do you rely on obsession to survive in the world and suffer from lovesickness every day? Maybe he has become a husband long ago. Is it worth it for you to keep him so guarded?"
The woman laughed miserably: "How many people in this world can't let go, and I'm not the only one? If I can let go, how can I still be obsessed with it? This may be the suffering of living beings. Maybe you are right, I am waiting for someone who will never have results.
I should let go of the news..."
The woman rolled up her red sleeves and walked lightly to the lake with her pipa in her arms. As soon as the lute played, there was no resentment or reluctance anymore. The sound of the lute was like the spring breeze blowing by, turning the remaining lotuses in the pond back to green, with sharp corners.
The sound of the piano seemed to awaken hope, and in an instant the whole pond was filled with white lotuses blooming, and the lotus fragrance was leisurely.
The woman looked back and smiled: "Thank you for teaching me to let go. The most painful thing in the world is persistence. It makes me shine and hurts others. When I leave, I will be scattered among the green lotus in this pond. The flowers bloom and wither.
Use my story to infect the world, share the beauty and difficulty of the world, and persuade the world not to be stained by the filthy dust, and leave a lasting fragrance through the ages..."
Before she finished speaking, the woman had already stepped into the lotus pond and turned into red dust all over the sky, leaving only a lingering sound of the piano that lingered in the night sky.
The man in white stared blankly at the pond full of green lotus, and suddenly sighed: "It's okay, hundreds of thousands of years will last, why? Does it matter whether I was right or wrong at the beginning? All living things are not trivial, so what rights do I have?
To arrange the life and death of sentient beings?
Forget it, no matter which friend finds me, he doesn't hesitate to create such a picture scroll to relieve my obsession. Xiao Ran accepts this, and I will enter the Qinglian refinement. I hope that my past deeds can be forgiven and I don't seek to be reborn.
