Dust roots [comprehension]

"I'm standing here, and you don't ask me, but you ask him?" Lu Tingyun sneered, pushed away Song Huaichen's knife lying in front of him vigorously, and stabbed it out, "The matter between me and him is not your turn." Cut in!"

That sword was formless and colorless, and the pure sword energy pierced straight away with the sword intent. The air was crushed into powder. Where the sword light passed, the scenery was distorted, and cracks appeared again. His sword was blocked!

This sword is a sea-breaking style, a move that will split the dry sea. Even if the cultivation base is not enough now, the power of the sword move is still terrifying!

Afterwards, Su turned the folding fan and unfolded it. This time, what faced them was not the plain white silk surface, but the wealth and splendor painted with gold and silver.

When the fan surface is unfolded, the sky is full of precious light, the invisible and colorless sword light penetrates into it, and it shows a clear trajectory because it breaks through the light. Block sword energy.

Song Huaichen drew out his saber and slashed horizontally, slicing the hurricane and wind into pieces. The secret realm was on the verge of collapsing, and there was a tooth-piercing sound of collapse amidst the shaking of the earth and mountains.

The sound of thunder came from the sky, and there was an unspeakable sound in the thunder, which was a warning from heaven.

"You say so much, do you think I will feel guilty if I find out?" Song Huaichen glanced up at the sky, waved his hand and made another knife. His knife smoothly sliced ​​through the scenery of the secret realm, just like cutting the paper on the window. People can see the scenery outside the window.

There are green mountains and green waters outside the window, and there is a mirror lake.

It is Yingshan Lake.

The dark hall waved the folding fan, dispelling Lu Tingyun's sword energy: "Qing Mingjun acts without scruples, but he can be called a kind and good person."

"Look outside... am I a good person?" Song Huaichen threw out the scabbard and smashed the dark hall into the crack, "God is not happy to change the place!"

An Tang closed his folding fan, knocked Song Huaichen's scabbard back, and jumped into the crack by himself: "You don't need to remind me!"

Song Huaichen and Lu Tingyun followed closely behind.

"You have said so much, did you miss something?" From Wanwu Hyogo to Yingshan Lake, it is from one secret realm to another. When passing through the secret realm, the three of them were unable to move. Song Huaichen asked Hou Su at this time , "You missed your ambition."

Even without divination, Song Huaichen can tell the difference between the two boys just from their daily behavior. Although they are respectful on the surface, they are different from Huishi's honesty and honesty. Housu is obviously ambitious.

Ambition is conducive to expansion, so Song Huaichen still cultivated him and gave him a lot of rights to act.

But also because of ambition, Song Huaichen did not tell him about his plans.

Song Huaichen hid his own memory in the Wuxiang Hall and weights and measures to guide his return after reincarnation.

In this life, the memory on the keel of Yingshan Lake first told Song Huaichen that you forgot something, which aroused Song Huaichen's pursuit.

Yingshan Lake is the place where Lord Qingming threw down the keel, and it is the battlefield where generations of mortal monks died fighting for the keel.The keel has always been preserved by Qing Mingjun himself. After a long time, the people in Wuxiang Temple can hardly remember it, but as long as Hou Su gets even a little information, with his intelligence and understanding of Qing Mingjun, he will definitely remember it. Think of keel, think of Yingshan Lake.

Housu didn't want Lord Qingming to come back, because Lord Qingming's arrangement not only affected himself, but also trapped the Hall of Wuxiang. For thousands of years, the Hall of Wuxiang remained unchanged, with no progress and development. Hou was always ambitious. Want to control the entire Wuxiang Temple, want to push it to a higher level.And Lord Qingming, who created Wuxiang Temple, has now become an obstacle.

Qing Mingjun only cares about Lu Tingyun, whether it is the Temple of Wuxiang or weights and measures, they are just tools for him to achieve his obsession. Hou Su actually knows very well that as long as Qing Mingjun comes back, things will not stick to the old set of unreasonable things. He is willing to change, but Song Huaichen's thoughts are all on Lu Tingyun, and he doesn't care what he turns Wuxiang Temple into.

But Hou Su couldn't wait. He had been kept in the dark for 1 years, and he was getting impatient. He didn't think Song Huaichen would succeed this time.And he was ambitious, he felt that without Lord Qingming, no matter Wuxiang Palace or Lu Tingyun, they would be better and freer.

He was polite to Lu Tingyun because he felt that this Stone Sword Immortal had been imprisoned by Song Huaichen all his life, it was very pitiful, even more pitiful than him as a boy.Lu Tingyun looks powerful and favored, but in reality he is just a pawn for Song Huaichen to fulfill his wish.

The time to cross the secret realm is very short. When Hou Su replied, his feet were already on the ground: "Whether I have ambition or not... Can I stop if I have no arrows to turn back?"

"certainly--"

Before Song Huaichen could finish his sentence, Lu Tingyun intercepted him, Jianxiu said firmly, "No."

They stood on the surface of Yingshan Lake, the lake was calm and clear, and they could look straight to the bottom of the lake. The bottom of the lake was full of bones, revealing a dark atmosphere.Yin Qi covered the entire village along with the mist transpiring from the lake.

Covered in mist, Yingshan Lake is gloomy and unclear. The village, which used to be full of chickens and dogs, is now eerily quiet. Small green will-o'-the-wisps are burning on the mountain road, and the other shore flowers from the underworld are blooming on both sides of the road.

It was morning, the time for farmers to work, the road and fields were quiet, but it wasn't... no one.

Those are translucent, wandering souls, some are ragged civilians, some are armored soldiers, and some are strangely dressed warlocks. Some of them have complete descriptions, some have missing arms and legs, and some have crooked necks. On the shoulders, half of the neck bones were cut off, and some had holes in their stomachs, and blood dripped down...

Their faces were blue and white, their eyes were lifeless, and they were doing farming movements numbly and mechanically.The souls floated off the ground, and the action of plowing the land also fell in the void, but with their actions, there were real traces of plowing on the ground.

The small village like a paradise finally revealed its true colors. It is the place where the dead who have not passed away stay.

Song Huaichen clearly remembered what the ghost of impermanence said to him, he changed the lives of thousands of people with one thought, caused innocent people to die in vain, reincarnation of cause and effect, and Yama of the Ten Temples punished him to experience the pain of the dead in vain.

Qing Mingjun originally lived as long as the heavens, but because of his evil deeds, he got five signs of decay and entered hell and entered reincarnation. His long lifespan was distributed to these dead in vain, so that they can enjoy the happiness of the living in the body of the dead.

"When those mortals live up to their original lifespan, you will be able to enter reincarnation." The black-clothed impermanent ghost told him so.

Heiwuchang named Mo Xun did not regard Song Huaichen as a heinous sinner—even though Song Huaichen was indeed sent to the eighteenth floor of hell by the king of hell, Mo Xun was willing to talk to him calmly and tell him something he should not have known: " After you enter reincarnation, you will probably be a mortal for a few lifetimes first, and your life will not be very good, and when you pay off your debts, you will be able to become Lord Qingming again."

The spiritual fire from the birth of heaven and earth is irreplaceable, and when he pays for his sins, he can be his god again.

Song Huaichen was still being tortured, so he was happy to have someone chat with him to distract him.He knew why Mo Xun took special care of him, because Mo Xun was the remnant soul of the evil dragon he snatched from Lu Tingyun's sword.

"I have accumulated a lot of evil causes, saving you, does it count as a good relationship?" Song Huaichen asked him with his eyes closed enduring the pain.

Mo Xun saw the thunder and lightning slashing at him: "I'm talking to you now, isn't it a kind fruit?"

"Saving someone's life, don't talk about building a seven-level pagoda... so I can only change someone to talk to me?" Song Huaichen muttered, "It's not worth it."

Mo Xun teased him: "Although one person's speech is not that one's speech, isn't what you are looking for a speaker?"

Song Huaichen opened his eyes: "You know?"

"It was I who hooked your soul into the underworld, so I can naturally see your life." Holding a black mourning stick, Mo Xun stood in the midst of howling ghosts and wolves on the [-]th floor of hell, carrying the dusty smell from the ancient prehistoric world, " I'm afraid there are fewer people who know your purpose than those who don't."

Those who know Qing Mingjun can basically see that he is special to Lu Tingyun.

"But I don't know if he understands it or not." Song Huaichen's tone was full of self-deprecation, and then he suddenly thought, "Hei Wuchang, you can see my life and Lu Tingyun's, right?"

Mo Xun didn't speak, it was acquiescence.

"Does he really understand?"

"Some things are meaningless if they are explained thoroughly," Mo Xun didn't answer him, "You'll have to stay here for more than ten thousand years, so take your time and guess."

Mo Xun's refusal was just teasing, and it was to make Qing Mingjun want to separate his attention from the pain on his body.

But at the same time, it was also for him to stay in the underworld safely.The weights and measures of Wuxiang Temple are giants that straddle the two realms of immortality and mortal world, and their origins are all caused by Lu Tingyun.

In order to teach Lu Tingyun the principles of life, Lord Qing Ming let several generations of monks die in vain on the battlefield because of an impossible keel, doing things too crazy.

He persuaded Lu Tingyun to stay on the front line, but he went to extremes in his own actions.

Mo Xun didn't dare to tell Qing Mingjun, for fear that he would do something even more terrifying after he found out.

Lord Qingming, his obsession is too deep.

From Qing Mingjun being seduced into the underworld, to Song Huaichen standing in Yingshan Lake and confronting the dark hall, thousands of years have passed, during which Song Huaichen has experienced several lifetimes.

Song Huaichen's initial feeling was not wrong, he entered reincarnation too early.The fortune tellers were right in not being able to calculate his longevity, his lifespan is still slowly wasting time on the souls of Yingshan Lake.

The underworld will not release people for no reason, and Song Huaichen left, so naturally someone will be tortured on his behalf, and his life will be divided for him to live.

Who will this person be?

Apart from Lu Tingyun, Song Huaichen couldn't think of other candidates.

Lu Tingyun by his side had already made a move, he tapped lightly on the lake, and his whole body flew forward close to the lake, a straight ripple formed on the calm water surface, and Lu Tingyun's sword tip touched the fan surface of the dark hall.

The fan was embellished with gold and silver, and it was splendid. Lu Tingyun's sword hit a red gemstone inlaid on the fan. There was a light click, the gem lost its luster and shattered, and the sharpness of Lu Tingyun's sword was completely blocked.

The ripples on the surface of the water spread out, and the surrounding souls still floated. This time the two fought, it seemed that there was no momentum at all.

however--

The two of them were separated as soon as they touched each other. The moment the sword tip left the fan, the power implied in it exploded suddenly. With a buzzing sound, the center of Yingshan Lake sank, and the bones at the bottom of the lake flew around, nailing aggressively into the surrounding mountain walls, and the lake roared. The huge waves destroyed the fields, and the souls finally realized what happened, and turned around to look around.

Those pairs of empty eyes looked over numbly, the temperature dropped lower and lower, the lake froze, and the cold water mist became thicker, there was a dull rumbling sound from the ground, and the ground began to tremble.

Something is coming out.

Song Huaichen yelled, and stabbed the saber down. With all his strength, the blade pierced the ice, and the frozen lake was still hard.

Yet this is enough.

The bright red fire ignited under the ice, illuminating the ghost faces in the black tide at the bottom of the pool.

Severe Yin Qi bites the boiling flame, and the other shore flowers are blooming on the ice.

The sound of the copper bell came from the mountain peak, and Guiyuan Tianju burst out with warm light. Above the main peak, runes fell like meteors, lighting up the formation eyes of Yingshan Lake. The surface of the lake converged on Song Huaichen's blade.

The flames under the ice were blazing, and the mud-like black water was forced back an inch.

Song Huaichen was sweating on his forehead. Guiyuan Tianju, located on Wanshuo Mountain, existed for suppression. What it suppressed was not the skeleton of the evil dragon, but the resentment of the dead.

The moment the keel came out of the water, the Baigu Mountain, which was deeply obsessed with it, appeared in the world and attracted the undercurrent of the underworld. The tragedy of thousands of years ago reappeared in today's peaceful world, alarming the impermanent ghosts of the underworld.

Fortunately, Song Huaichen was there at the time, leading him back to Sonoda to live in the present world, opening up the barrier, preventing the overflow of resentment, and maintaining the illusion of a paradise in Yingshan Lake.

Guiyuan Tianju was built by Qing Mingjun, and he set up the barrier. Now that there are signs of resentment overflowing, his first reaction is to strengthen the seal.

Yingshan Lake has too much resentment, once it is released, it will be a waste of life.

A light mock came along with the shadow under the fan: "So I say, Lord Qingming is a good person."