Others practice immortality and I become demons

【eight six】

However, Ji Qing suddenly stopped exerting his strength. He was staring at Shang Chen, his anxious face was the same as it was 2000 years ago—even though he couldn't hear the voice clearly, Shang Chen knew that Ji Qing was asking: "Shang Chen, why did I attack Ming Dynasty?" You will be injured, Lord Yuanhun? Why did Lord Mingyuan mix with you? What is your relationship? Where is the key to breaking the seal?"

Shang Chen was relieved, Ji Qing and Long Huan were not attacking him, they were just attacking Lord Hun with their thoughts.Let the blood and flesh obsessed with the forbidden technique unload the heavy burden, and let the remnant souls of the dead drift away completely.

The key to the seal is the disappearance of spiritual power.

In the interweaving of ice and ice, the Baili Realm can be completely liberated——Thinking like this, Shang Chen's thoughts soared and reached Ji Qing's mind.Jiqing suddenly realized all the fronts, and panic appeared on his face immediately, as if he was about to cry—this fragile expression seemed familiar, and this scene that appeared in the long time ago reappeared—it was not the first encounter in this life, but It was known a long time ago.

Last time, I watched you die in a pool of blood; this time, you have been working hard to relieve my pain.

Shang Chen smiled: "Ji Qing, do you remember? The breaking of the pulse of the forbidden magic technique is the key!"

Ji Qing couldn't believe it: "Why?"

Both of them have forgotten that what Ji Qing always wanted to break was the first memory they made together.The chess piece was halfway down before seeing the chess game clearly, regretting knowing it too late, Ji Qing was heartbroken, he shook his head desperately, and his hoarse voice tore: "No way! Ming Yuan, why did you remind me of it now! Even if it is you Transformed by spiritual power, Shang Chen is a living person!"

Long Huan called anxiously: "Jiqing? What's wrong!"

The powerful thoughts and spiritual power flooded Shang Chen's memory like a raging tide. In the last life, the naive Taki Beast was still naive in this life—he is the imperial beast who guards the Baili Realm. Not slacking off.

Shang Chen raised his hand, a trace of spiritual power flew towards Long Huan, and the spiritual power turned into a red butterfly, dancing around Long Huan, making his power of thought as firm as a rock.Eyes full of red, that is the red butterfly in an unnamed valley in Bailijie that surprised Long Huan. It is the red butterfly that Long Huan once marveled at the short life.Taki Hwan's anxiety turned into joy, as if he had forgotten that it was a battle: "Ah! They came back to life!"

Shang Chen said with a smile: "Long Huan, it's time to start!"

"what?"

"The seal will be broken soon, you have to use the most powerful spiritual power to transfer it to the place Jiqing told you - he must have told you, right? Don't forget, don't be distracted!" Once, he lied to Takimon, telling him that a paradise needs his protection, where there is a loved one who has passed away;

"Ah! I'm about to succeed!" Just like last time, Taki Huan blinked happily, and his long hair turned into strands of purple.

Yeah, when I disappear, it works!

Shang Chen smiled.

The world of destruction, the world of destruction, the vortex-like magic pole is spinning rapidly, the spiritual power is like a flame spurting towards unknown places, and the cold air turns into a vast and clear air to break through the seal.Where people can't see, the creatures in the Baili world raised their heads one after another, because a trace of spiritual power came in, it was the long-lost wind after a long winter, it was the wind that could pass from the south of the mountain to the north of the mountain, and it revived all things wind.

Ji Qing was about to drop.

However, he still borrowed powerful spiritual power and pointed to the very center of the magic pole.That is the guidance of a close friend, and that is the path that everyone longs for liberation in the past and present. All the sorrow turned into the power of the magic pole, and Ji Qing's thinking merged into the magic pole. The sword pierced through the forbidden technique: "Ming Yuan...Shang Chen..."

Every time he was stabbed, the blood all over the sky blurred his eyes.Is this the doomed ending from the beginning? 2000 years ago, I died with a firm heart, because I was persistent, looking forward to the best moment to wake up.But now, only the torrential rain of blood can wash away the sorrow in the whole body—no, it is not only sorrow, but also relief—because that person has endured thousands of years of pain.

Ming Yuan should be freed.

Whether it's a close friend or a brother, when the sword pierces through his chest, what he feels is boundless joy.I once longed for eternal life, but suffered because it became the pain of eternal life.Well, let it end like this.If you can be reborn like spring grass, you will be ecstatic; if you can only sink in the sea quietly like a white stone, you will have no regrets.

Ji Qing's attack broke all the restraints.

Hunfei and Soul San can accept it calmly, because they have paid so much for it.When Jiqing's powerful spiritual power shattered the black magic pole, Shang Chen appeared in the black mist, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth—his flesh and blood body, which had withstood thousands of spiritual powers, was struck at that moment. collapse.

Even the incarnation of spiritual power is tainted with the warmth of the world: Mingshu...

No sound.

But Mingshu turned around, as if aware of the truth, and shouted in disbelief: "Shang Chen, what are you doing?"

Mingshu's voice broke, he ignored the attacks of Chao Xinyu and Ji Zuo, turned around and ran towards Shang Chen sadly, pain and sorrow all came out of his chest, and even his opponent couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Moji suddenly emitted bursts of divine power again, as if something was about to break out of the seal, the mist receded one after another, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the green hills changed color silently!Ji Qing's spiritual power was sent to the very center, her long hair raised, revealing her unmasked face.

Chao Xinyu's eyes suddenly widened: "It turned out to be him! I saw him 2000 years ago! It was he who brought down the Dayan Sect! His spiritual power will kill everyone!"

They are aliens!And he was a strong man from another world who killed several people by himself!

People suddenly opened their eyes wide during landslides and landslides. It was a real bloody lesson 2000 years ago.You must not repeat the same mistakes, otherwise you will not even be able to save your own life.Finally, the hermit, who was hesitant to wait and see, resolutely used his mana, the powerful spiritual power passed down from generation to generation, the lore power of the immortal sect against the demon pole.

Qi Zichen and Xuan Mo were knocked down.

Tai Shujiu, Lin Zhifeng, Yaqing, Yun Zhen, Hu Yu and other people standing on the side of Baili Hall were outnumbered, and they all collapsed from exhaustion.

More than a dozen Xianzong hermits broke through Qin Yin's siege with absolute power, and their mana was sent to Jiqing and Mingshu one after another. Mingshu was in grief at the moment, and his mana fluctuated rapidly, how could he resist the sudden and powerful attack.

However, Ji Qing's power of transformation was attacked, and she was on the verge of collapse.

The seal has been broken, the Nether Palace has been released, and Ji Qing and Long Huan are transferring them. This is the most vulnerable moment. If the success falls short at this time, what is the ten thousand years of hard work?The dissipated spiritual power suddenly revived, and the remaining power was furious. The things that had been guarded for thousands of years could not be coveted by others. Shang Chen's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the lamp of sentient beings also suddenly turned blood red. The whole mountain, Reflected into blood.

"The True Book of All Beings".

At the beginning, all living beings are happy like wonderful flowers, quiet like a quiet spring, and clear like white sand; but once the mind has side thoughts, the stars become confused, and the mind also seeks to hide and empty; if it fails to seek, it turns into blood. , and finally, the ninth level, the Flame Demon Art, devours everything with powerful flames.

However, the seal was broken, and the spiritual power disappeared rapidly, so Shang Chen couldn't get out the Flame Demon Art.

Shang Chen saw that Mingshu was entangled by dozens of spiritual forces and covered by blood all over the sky.This situation is clearly the purgatory on earth seen through the Magic Mirror, the nightmare of a loved one's life—no, it's not a nightmare now, it's real, Mingshu is being besieged by the powerful spiritual power of hermits.

Anger suddenly ignited, and a golden light burst out from Shang Chen's chest. With the pure cold golden light, Chen Ai's heart turned into the most powerful murderous aura at that moment and rushed to the sky.The light rushed over accurately, dozens of spiritual powers were cut off, everyone was covered by the golden light, and all magic weapons were suspended in the air.Gold is the main killer, the main punishment, there is no warmth, only determination.

The spiritual power of the magic weapon's attack disappeared in an instant, and the hermits watched in horror, fear sweeping their bodies.

Shang Chen watched coldly, these faces were either greedy or just for killing, igniting the golden fury.He once unblocked the world with powerful fireworks, and inspired the power accumulated in this round mirror pond. Now all the anger that has been stagnant for thousands of years has been detonated. He made all malicious people taste the pain of burning everything—— powerful The golden light of the magic pole merged with the vortex of the magic pole, the brighter the gold, the darker the magic pole, and the flame of the magic pole suddenly appeared in the air.

The golden and black flames of Moji, like the laughter of hell, surged out of the deep pond with overwhelming momentum and then spread out. The power that could devour everything screamed in the air, and rushed towards everyone ferociously—it was a wave of The ice-cold flames are the coldness that freezes the world, and the power to destroy everything that cannot be resisted and cannot be resisted at all!

fear!The strong who thought they were invincible felt terrified!

cold!It's last-minute perception!

death!

Frozen at the moment of fear!No more bloodshed, but the same hideous death!

"The alien world is indeed evil!"

"The power of Moji should be strangled forever!"

In the last thought, I struggled in the air and hung down forever.The stronger the person, the more powerful the backlash from the devil, even Mingshu was knocked to the ground.

Uncle Taijiu and others who fell on the ground were not attacked. They watched the golden light swallow their lives in an instant. In an instant, people were no longer humans, but sacrifices of fate. They were sacrificed to Angry undead!

Everything was silent, and the magic pole gradually disappeared.

And Shang Chen's figure was like mist, he stared at Mingshu: "Master, I'm sorry, take care!"

Mingshu stood up, with blood overflowing from his mouth. After despair, his gaze was calm and persistent: "Shang Chen, I won't let you die. If you must die, let us die together!"

Mingshu stared at the light of sentient beings in the gradually thinning mist. Once, it brought Qi Zichen back to life.

Hidden space formula.

The lotus grows in the fire.

In 200 years, Mingshu had already deeply engraved the True Book of All Beings in his heart. At that time, he was weak and unable to practice, so he could only watch Shang Chen being tortured to death by practice time and time again.Now, the soul is complete, and the old diseases on the body have been healed by Shang Chen time and time again, and the wounds have been washed time and time again in the wonderful flowers of Youquan, now, can it be successful?

Or, to be swallowed by flames again?

No matter what it is, Mingshu doesn't care anymore.If life cannot tell this madness, let death prove the madness that has never been told.No more bewilderment, no fear, no longer waiting, no longer covering up a fanatical heart with silence and coldness.Let the people who have been sealed in the dust for 200 years come back to life, and now, it must also save the souls that have been scattered.

Mingshu suddenly used the All Beings Zhenshu Cangkong Jue, and the All Beings lamp that was about to go out suddenly lit up, and a blazing light shone on the disappeared magic pole. It was spinning rapidly like a long time ago, covering the soul.

However, it is not enough.

Shang Chen was about to disappear, and at this time the sound of the piano played again, the last song of "Lin Ye Qiong", "Solitary Photo".

After the extremely frenzied playing, Xiao Wangqin, who is suddenly melodious, hostile and ferocious, turns his sharp sword into beams of light, passing through the souls of the dead and reaching the center of the end: that is the place that gradually fades away, leaving only white mist Shang Chen.

Xiao Wangqin wanted to resist, but Qi Zichen played firmly.

In the eyes, there is a smoldering light, it is not only enlightened, but also mastered, it is the light that makes Xiao Wangqin submit.After going through the years and revisiting the first memory, Xiao Wangqin suddenly leaned over, eyes full of hostility showed a trace of innocence, like a child: "Is it the return of an old man? Master Qingxing, is that you?"

Qi Zichen smiled: "The dead will never come back, cherish the living, cherish yourself."

Xiao Wang turned his head sideways, his Hua hair turned into white hair, and his figure gradually became radiant.With the light of the bright moon, illuminate the souls that are gradually passing away alone, and appease the madness and blood of the past. Only the quiet moon can comfort the lives that were once alive. Restlessness, restlessness, panic, and madness are all gradually falling asleep in the alone photo. .

In the moonlight, Shang Chen stared at Mingshu, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, he was already a white mist, but he was still smiling, the black light dispersed, and finally disappeared completely.

The black mist is getting thinner and thinner.

In a pool of blood, Chao Xinyu pointed his sword at Mingshu's chest: "You traitor to the Immortal Sect!"

Mingshu stood up gradually covered in blood. The person in front of him was not killed by Moji, not because Moji was not strong enough, but because someone deeply understood that this person had to be killed by himself.Just today, learn about the past blood grievances with your own hands, and pay homage to the dead.

Two against each other, only hatred.

Mingshu said coldly: "You remember the hatred of the alien world, isn't it just to avenge the revenge 2000 years ago? But your hands killed far more people than the alien world, so you are worthy of Xianzong? Today, I want a blood sacrifice to the Xuanyang Sect!" Mingshu moved the red flame, and the fiery flame swallowed up in an instant, causing grief and indignation, which was powerful anger.

The flame of spiritual power rushed out of the chest, and the hatred pointed, and the dark red blood shot out.

Blood mist filled the sky.

When Taishu Jiuyouyou woke up, he thought that in hell, the mountains were no longer green hills, and the trees were no longer green trees—the dead vegetation turned into ashes the moment they touched the air of the world.The continuous mountains, in the blink of an eye, turned from green to withered yellow, and finally turned into dust, and the ashes disappeared. The sealed Baili Realm was nakedly presented in front of everyone.

Lin Zhifeng woke up, Yaqing woke up...the people who used to protect Moji are still alive, Mingshu knelt in a pool of blood, looking at a dry pond, as if dead.But Shang Chen, Ji Qing, Qi Zichen, Long Huan and Zong Yu disappeared without a trace.

The living people stood up in amazement, and set foot in disbelief. Under their feet, the soil was very hard. They leaned over and twirled the soil, and it turned out to be sand-like particles.

This is a withered, dead world.

Like a magic weapon that I have been waiting for for a long time, when I opened it, it was found to be rotten—that kind of sadness far outweighed the disappointment, Lin Zhifeng murmured: "This is the alien world sealed by a powerful forbidden technique?"

Yaqing said: "It's completely different from what I imagined, it's unbelievable."

Tai Shujiu said with a smile, crushing the dirt: "This is what you want to kill? I would rather live in this world for one day than live in a dead place in another world for 100 years. Even if there is a powerful soul No matter how powerful I am, I still want to live freely, drinking, looking at flowers, and practicing unknown magical skills."

It was a powerful and frightening world in the imagination, but in fact, the other world had been dead for a long time.At this moment of realizing the truth, people who have been at a loss for a long time can't help but be shaken. For a long time, what they have been chasing and killing is such a world-even if they succeed, what is there to be happy about?Xianzong may not be right—but the power that turns everything in the world into dust really makes one's heart palpitate.

Yaqing said: "Moji, very powerful."

Lin Zhifeng said: "If they do evil intentionally, they will be a terrible force."

Yaqing said: "No matter who does evil, it is terrible. I hope this mountain will grow grass soon. When we come back in the future, I hope it will not be so boring."

No one can tell what happened 1 years ago. At that time, it is impossible to know who was right and who was wrong in the bloody battle.Being imprisoned in a desolate world is even more desperate. Only the desire for life can last forever, because there are no flowers, no wine, no green, and there is only the desire for the beauty of life in the classics—just for survival, in the midst of desolation.

Humans are born to be beautiful.

Who can imprison whom in a land of death?Every survivor has this thought in their hearts: where did the so-called alien world go?Where did the former friends go?Will they come back?Can immortals and demons face each other peacefully?Of course this question is important!But more importantly, go for a drink with an old friend and chat about what you did in the days you haven't seen!

No hatred can last for thousands of years, let alone hatred that has nothing to do with oneself!

Lin Zhifeng picked up Xiao Wangqin, poured spiritual power into it, Xiao Wangqin turned into a human figure and lay quietly, the two faced each other silently, Lin Zhifeng said: "I just know that your favorite piece is played like this , Unfortunately, I will never be able to play it in my life.”

Xiao Wang breathed weakly: "You just don't like it."

Lin Zhifeng squatted down, saddened: "I can't give you what you've been longing for."

Xiao Wang held his hand, and covered his lips with white hair: "How can a person's yearning always remain the same? I am just too obsessed with the initial feeling, the initial shocking power. The cultivation of spiritual power is never The end is also the most unreliable, I have forgotten the most important thing in this world, sorry."

"Why not? Just start over!"

"My spirit power is exhausted."

Lin Zhifeng said: "Go back to Qiqingfang, let's practice together."

Rolling Wind Qilin rolled: "Where did Shang Chen and the others go? He didn't die, he didn't even have any bones left!"

"Where did you come from, you go back?" Yaqing turned to Lan Xiaozi, "Going back to Qiqingfang?"

"The landscape of Bailidian is not bad." Lan Xiaozi smiled.

"People are gone... It doesn't matter, you can come back whenever you want." Yaqing stroked the wind unicorn, and it disappeared with a light movement of lotus steps.

People from another world appear suddenly and then leave suddenly, so that's fine.Lin Zhifeng and Yaqing will never forget what the former World Honored One said before he died with regret: "Until I die, I don't even know what the other world is, but because of this vain religious hatred, I doubt my friend. I didn’t come to rescue him. I didn’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. I regret all my life.”

I don't want to point the sword at my friends, and I don't want to kill each other. Fortunately, the tragedy of the predecessors has not been repeated.

Is there anyone who is not reconciled?Is there anyone who understands those who rescued the hatred and wrote down this new hatred?No one is a prophet and cannot figure out the future by pinching his fingers.However, as long as people still exist, as long as interests still exist, hatred and contention will continue endlessly!

The pond has dried up and cracked into pieces.Xuan Mo lay on his back, watching the fluffy clouds tore the sky, and the sky burst out a ray of golden light from the clouds.A red butterfly flew over and landed on his cheek, and the tentacles were reduced to ashes.Xuan Mo murmured: "In the end, is this real or an illusion?"

At the foot of the mountain, silence returned.

.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is the finale.