Xianzun's daily life of chasing husband

Calm down, after the second ring, the group rolled their eyes and fell to the ground, spitting blood, and the third ring...

"Ye Lanchen, stop!"

Chapter 50

◎We are all sinners, if we go to hell, we will defile that holy place◎

It was too late, the lives of the remaining five hundred monks were all dead souls under the piano, and they exploded to death!The plasma of the minced meat splashed in the center of the circle, and the blood flowed like a stream, smearing a terrifying pattern.

Looking horizontally, it looks like a monster, and vertically, it looks like a piece of writing from ancient times.

Gu Zhao's headache was splitting from reading this passage. He knew these words, but when the incantation came to his lips, it stuck in his tongue again.

Yan Qing bit her finger, pinched her fingers and drew a talisman out of thin air, "Gu Linyuan, don't look! It's an ancient curse to revive the soul, and it's an equivalent exchange."

Ye Lanchen blocked Gu Zhao's obstruction with the body of the qin, and fell on the wood of the qin together. The sound of the qin made a very mournful sound, and a small hole was cracked, but it did not break.

"It's so hard!" Gu Zhao's co-guild was buzzing non-stop.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Qing shouted: "No! He intends to sacrifice his body and force Meng Tingjun to reincarnate!"

"Little bastard." Gu Zhao cursed.

How can he stop Ye Lanchen, he has good body skills, he has already stepped into the magic circle, holding the piano in his posture like a banished fairy, sitting cross-legged, his clothes are spread in a circle, under the breeze, his wide sleeves are slightly relaxed, It was so beautiful, but Naihe had a cruel madness on his face.

"The soul is scattered, you eat it, and the soul returns, and the king is happy."

As Ye Lanchen was thinking, a whirlwind blew up on the ground, and golden light mixed with faint blue light spread continuously from his body. The dizziness visible to the naked eye made Gu Zhao and Yan Qing unable to open their eyes, and could not get closer.

The wind howled until a shining spell formation rose from the ground, slowly lifted into the air, and suddenly became huge after reaching mid-air, enough to cover half of Biluo.

Ye Lanchen was at the end of his strength. He supported his hunched body, touched Jiuzhao with his trembling fingertips, and exhausted all his spiritual power to send the sound of the piano to Heishui Hengtian.

The seven strings of the piano were broken, and Ye Lanchen's fingertips were bloody and bloody, with bones visible.

"Click." The original tough piano body split into two pieces.

"Crash!" The black water that was originally calm reappeared with enthusiasm.

The fairy world and the enchantment barrier built by the monks suddenly collapsed, and the demonic energy of the black water was more manic and arrogant than before, and it was out of control.

"Something came out!"

"There's something in the black water!"

"My gosh, what is that?"

World of Warcraft?monster?Or something else out of the ordinary?

People looked around in horror, their hopes were shattered along with the shattering of the enchantment. So many people died, and they exhausted the power of the three realms. It's dark.

On the top of the universe, the brilliance faded away, Ye Lanchen prostrated on the ground, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, polluting his white clothes like snow, "Ting Jun...Ting Jun..."

His pupils were out of focus, and there was a white cloud over them. After a moment's absence, he fumbled around in panic, like a beggar looking for some food thrown to him by others.

"Ah...ah...why...why am I still alive..." Ye Lanchen scratched a few times, his hands were nothing but bloody plaster, "Why am I still alive."

Sacrifice, calling back souls, shouldn't Meng Tingjun come back?

Yan Qing patted Gu Zhao's shoulder, and said sadly: "I'll take a step first, you can figure it out here."

Gu Zhao nodded, and approached Ye Lanchen step by step. His steps were as heavy as his heart. He had lived a lifetime and been a fairy for hundreds of years. The more capable the person, the more good and evil are just a thought.

One thought will become a Buddha, one thought will become a demon, and the difference between one thought will be lost forever.

"Ye Lanchen..." Gu Zhao grabbed Ye Lanchen's lapel, wanting to say, "Look at the evil you have done."

But in fact, this sentence has become superfluous nonsense.

Ye Lanchen's eyes lost their light, and he could no longer see. He let Gu Zhao drag him down, his face ashen.

Jiang Chi staggered to his feet, and when he looked at Ye Lanchen, Ye Lanchen glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

The four eyes meet each other, each with thoughts in their eyes.

Suddenly, Ye Lanchen said faintly: "Sect Master Jiang, can you take a step to speak?"

Jiang Chi was taken aback for a moment, and made a big gift to Gu Zhao, and said jerkyly, "Young Master Gu, when the disaster is over, Sect Master Ye and I will go to accept the crime. Please make it easier for me."

One injury and one disability, what storms can be caused?

Gu Zhao felt Ye Lanchen's pulse and knew that his life was not long. Looking at Jiang Chi again, the world is big, and there is no room for him.

And the moment Gu Zhao let go, Ye Lanchen squeezed Gu Zhao's hand, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Mr. Gu, I thought I was stupid enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more stupid. The black water is rampant, but you are as stupid as you are!" Wish..."

Gu Zhao broke Ye Lanchen's hand and threw him on the ground, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Ye Lanchen laughed until he thumped the ground and coughed violently. He watched Gu Zhao leave, and tears of blood flowed from his cloudy eyes.

Gu Zhao clenched his fists—Ye Lanchen had indeed seen that person, and might have mistaken him for him.

That person is good at taking advantage of the human heart and the weakness of human nature. He can even persuade Ye Lanchen to turn against him. People become his pawns?

How many people have seen his true face?

Thinking carefully, Gu Zhao didn't dare to think again. He looked at the black water in the distance, and the monster in the black water had already exposed most of its body. It had no head, and it held a giant axe, standing upright.

At first glance, he looked very much like Xing Tian, ​​one of the ancient demon gods.

However, when Gu Zhao approached and stood side by side with Yan Qing, he could see clearly that that firm body was nothing but a monster composed of thousands of white bones.

The monster swung an ax and wounded many immortals and monks. It was so huge that no one could approach it.

Yan Qing made a handprint, and hit the monster with a few spells, which was painless, "Those bones are left from ancient times, and they will gather again after being scattered, which is very tricky."

"What's worse..." Yan Qing pointed at the sky leak with a frown, "it blocks the entrance of the sky, if you go down..."

Gu Zhaodao: "Move it away if it is blocked, and grind it into powder if it cannot be broken. I think it is the faster healing speed of it, or the faster speed of my knife."

Same return, completely unblocked.

Tonggui in a complete state has changed from the original tattered and bladeless appearance. The blade is as black as obsidian, with blood gushing in the dark. The knife is five feet long and slightly curved. The broken wood of the handle is wrapped with white cloth strips. A wrinkled old peace amulet hangs from it.

Gu Zhao slashed and slashed with the saber, wide open and closed, several ups and downs, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword changed the color of the situation, the sky was filled with blood, the bones were criss-crossed, and instantly turned into powder.

"Kneel down!" Gu Zhaoyi commanded, flaunting his arrogance and spiritual power.

After a loud noise, the monster's entire calf was cut off by Gu Zhao, and the monster who lost its support had to support the ground with his hands, trying to piece together the mutilated body, but his speed of assimilating bones was far slower than Gu Zhao's lightning-fast slashing.

"It's the same return!"

"Immortal Yaoguang! The God of War is here!"

The so-called vigorous and high-spirited fighting spirit, those who have not lost their breath, can run, and have spiritual power in the three realms are the Eight Immortals crossing the sea and showing their magical powers.

Countless backs going against the current, countless spells of plowing the courtyard and sweeping holes, light up the night, like fiery trees and silver flowers, blooming colorfully on the giant monster, depicting the most brilliant colors in the world.

In the face of disaster, the will is united, and the blood and sweat they shed has awakened the childish ambitions that have been settled for a long time in the world, and regained the frivolous and uninhibited youth.

"The heart of the Tao is immortal, and life is endless."

This time, no one will be a coward, no one will criticize each other anymore, everyone will take responsibility, live for the world, fight for themselves, and rectify their names for the Tao.

"Did you see it?" Jiang Chi sat beside Ye Lanchen, "There is still salvation in the righteous way, and those people are not completely corrupted yet."

Ye Lanchen lay on his back, eyes half closed, "It's a pity I can't see."

"After hundreds of thousands of generations, there will be a day when the Dao will flourish." Jiang Chi smiled bitterly, and asked again: "Ye Lanchen, is what you told me just now true?"

Just now, Ye Lanchen told Jiang Chi about Meng Tingjun's longing for Meng Sihuai these years, Meng Huaiyi's unrequited love with Jiang Xiaowan, and Nian Yujiao's apology to Meng Sihuai. , Every sentence weeps blood.

Facing Jiang Chi's nonchalant question, Ye Lanchen snorted contemptuously.

Jiang Chi put his hand on his forehead, smiled wryly and said, "I've already convinced myself that I don't believe it, why are you so cruel? Ye Lanchen, how can you be so cruel?

Ye Lanchen got up quickly, threw Jiang Chi on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Chi! I will not forgive you! I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood, and make you die!"

As he spoke, Ye Lanchen bit down on Jiang Chi's neck, bleeding out from his neck, leaving a row of gums, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...you pay me back to Meng Ting!" Jun, give me back Meng Tingjun..."

Ye Lanchen wailed, crying heartbreakingly.

Jiang Chi didn't resist, but stroked Ye Lanchen's black hair with his hand, and he was more gentle, "I'm sorry."

Sorry...what's the use?

"We are all sinners, and if we go to hell, we will defile that holy land." Ye Lanchen stopped crying, "Destroy your soul, people like us don't deserve to have an afterlife."

"...Okay." Jiang Chi responded, but knocked Ye Lanchen unconscious with a palm. He gently and gently put Ye Lanchen aside, "But I still want to be a hero again, even if it's just the last time."

Jiang Chi tried his best, and finally took the life of others.

He dragged the thorns