Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

Wen Chengxian: "I can't wait any longer, the black air will become uncontrollable if I wait any longer, call someone to set up a formation!"

Qin Zhao pursed his lips: "But once that array is used, the extremely thin spiritual power in the human world will be emptied all at once."

Wen Chengxian seemed anxious: "That's better than the entire human world being gone!"

"I see." Qin Zhao lowered his eyes, and helped his disciples to walk to the periphery of the Yuan: "I'm going to call someone to..."

Before the words were finished, there was a trace of whiteness in Guiyuan's surging black air, and the whiteness was under the black air pressure, surging, struggling, and supporting the watch case formed by the black air with unstoppable force. Broken, dazzling white light shot out from the chapped black air, illuminating the pupils of everyone on the abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss, Meng Xiangyang backed away slowly. He looked in horror at Xi Feiluan, whose whole body was bathed in white light.

Xi Feiluan's eyes were closed tightly, and the sword in his hand was surging with black energy.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, his clear pupils were soaked in golden light, he walked forward slowly, his expression was calm, his golden pupils were like pools of stagnant water, and Meng Xiangyang's hands passed through him again and again, and he looked at him as if Nothing, keep going.

The black mist stretched out its tentacles from all directions, and the howling wind blew up his black hair, and the broken hair floated by his ears, making the profile of his face paler. In the white light, Meng Xiangyang put down his hand, and he stared blankly at Xi Feiluan , his Junior Brother Lin seemed to be a different person, with a cold and strange aura around him, in this semi-dark environment, he seemed to be bewitched by a demon.

come back soon.

Come back soon!

Meng Xiangyang shouted silently, but he saw Xi Feiluan walk up to the huge crack where the phantom escaped at the bottom of the abyss, and slowly raised his sword.

His robe was rattled by the airflow blowing out from the crack, and a point of pure white light shone in his eyes, and that point of white light gradually spread like water drops falling into the sea, and the gentle power spread around the place where he was standing. Come, that power is like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, but it is wrapped in an irresistible force of destruction. The black air around is forced back by the pale golden power, and then begins to melt. The black air surges, resists, and gradually changes. At the same time, Xi Feiluan's murmur-like voice sounded in the air.

The voice was gentle and gentle, and he didn't know what he was reading. Meng Xiangyang stared blankly at Xi Feiluan's back, and countless twisted Sanskrit characters flowed from Xi Feiluan's feet to the surroundings. Together with the mountain, it also covered the crack in front of it. Meng Xiangyang heard the same murmuring voice echoing from all directions, as if thousands of people were whispering together.

Amid the murmurs, the fleeing human souls gradually calmed down, they slowed down, as if they had heard someone's call, they floated blankly in the air, looking towards Xi Feiluan standing in front of the crack.

The wind blowing out of the crack gradually subsided, the black air dissipated like an ebb tide, the murmuring sound stopped at some point, the surrounding was eerily quiet, the characters on the ground flowed slowly, illuminating Meng Meng like a converging galaxy. Xiangyang's pupils.

Meng Xiangyang saw him clenched the hilt of the sword, and then swung it forward slowly and vigorously. The purple and black air on the sword was intertwined with the golden and white spiritual flow and swept towards the crack, falling on the golden burning text and swaying invisible. The fluctuations, the strange power spread to the surroundings again, and when that power rushed towards Meng Xiangyang, Meng Xiangyang only felt a violent shock to his mind, and in the next second, the voices of countless men and women suddenly sounded around him, mixed with crying and lamenting Together, they were so noisy that people wanted to plug their ears, Meng Xiangyang suddenly found that he could make a sound: "Junior Brother!!!"

He ran towards Xi Feiluan amidst the voices of countless people and souls, but saw that person turned his head and looked at him from a distance, the temperature in his eyes was biting cold.

With just one glance, Meng Xiangyang felt cold all over his body. That was not the Junior Brother Lin he knew.

Xi Feiluan didn't pay attention to him any more, and turned back again, holding the sword in one hand and lightly pinching the formula with the other. Meng Xiangyang saw his fingers dancing quickly, the surrounding wind was attracted by him, and began to revolve around him, the voice of the human soul gradually dissipated, translucent One by one, the human souls turned into golden spots of light, suspended in the air. While the circular complex formation unfolded from Xi Feiluan's feet, those spots of light gradually rose, and then flew to the top one by one. The dark clouds were about to dissipate, and after being covered by the black air, one could faintly see the purple clouds above Guiyuan's sky.

There was a dull thunder.

Something hit the ground, Meng Xiangyang raised his head, the big raindrops fell from the sky, and the black air on the top of the abyss was almost completely invisible, the sky behind the rain clouds was shimmering with light golden light, Meng Xiangyang looked at That ray of light seemed to be taken away from his mind, and he thought a little confused: Isn't the cloud just now still purple?

No one answered him. He watched the golden light behind the cloud outline arcs, and then the arcs connected end to end, and a complex circular pattern suddenly appeared on the distant clouds. Meng Xiangyang was startled. The circles slowly unfolding under their feet were exactly the same, and just as he regained consciousness, his field of vision was suddenly covered by golden light. The magic circle under his feet rose, and the magic circle in the sky fell quickly. The two echoed each other, like a golden beam of light Falling straight into the ghost abyss from the clouds.

"Look! What's that?!" The monks on the ground yelled and ran towards Guiyuan. Wen Chengxian, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, was helped down. Qin Zhao stood in the wind, staring blankly at look there.

The abbot monk stood with Yu Sheng outside the tent where Meng Xiangyang was lying, and slowly lowered his head to the beam of light: "Amitabha."

"What's that?" Yu Sheng raised his eyelids and looked at Gui Yuan completely covered by the golden light, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was trying to suppress something: "Did the ghost master Yan Luo make a move?"

The abbot monk looked up to the sky, his face was reflected by the golden beam of light as if he had been coated with tung oil, and he said slowly, "The Buddha said: Don't say it."

"Is there anything you can't say?" Yu Sheng suddenly turned his head, changing his previous polite appearance, with an uncontrollable anxiety surging in his brows.

The abbot and the monk looked at him calmly, and shook his head: "This difficulty has been solved, don't worry too much about it, benefactor."

He used to call Yu Sheng "Sect Master Yu".

Yu Sheng looked at him indifferently, without speaking.

The abbot monk turned his head, closed his eyes and said "Amitabha Buddha" again: "Do you know that there is something in this world that you can know and that you don't know?"

The end of the golden beam of light was gradually disconnected from the clouds, showing signs of fading. Yu Sheng asked, "What is unknown?"

The abbot monk said slowly: "You can't know your own fate. Those who know may change their fate in their hearts, or indulge in pleasure, and their luck will be abnormal, and their fate will be intertwined."

"I don't want to know my fate." Yu Sheng said.

The abbot monk said again: "The destiny cannot be known, cannot be spoken, and cannot be judged arbitrarily."

"What if I want to know?"

The abbot and the monk glanced at him, and there seemed to be a sigh in his eyes.

"That's probably... doomed."

"Junior Brother!!!" Meng Xiangyang's exclamation suddenly came from the tent behind the two of them. Just as Yu Sheng turned his head, he saw two shocks in the tent. Struggling to raise his head, he shouted to someone, "Junior brother! Junior brother!"

Meng Xiangyang's face was pale, he got up and fell down in a panic, his limbs were so weak that he had just returned to his soul, and he couldn't support his movements at all. Yu Sheng walked over in two steps, lifted him up by the collar, and threw him back into the tent : "Go back and stay."

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother is still in Guiyuan!" Meng Xiangyang struggled to crawl out with red eyes, and said incoherently: "It's so dark, there are many people there... Junior Brother, Junior Brother..."

Yu Sheng pushed him back and said sharply, "Be honest!"

On the contrary, Meng Xiangyang followed his movements and grabbed his hand, clenched it hard, his teeth chattering: "Junior brother, he is under the ghost abyss, master, he is under the ghost abyss, go and save him!"

Yu Sheng held him down and said firmly, "I know."

"Junior brother is controlled by a magic sword, woo woo woo, go and save him..."

Abbot Monk: "This is..."

A monk suddenly exclaimed not far away: "The black energy of Guiyuan has disappeared!"

"Saved, we are saved, the human world is saved!"

"Come on, hurry up!!! Sect Master Qin jumped off!!!"