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Mo Chi was so frightened that he quickly stopped, could it be that the palm just now really hurt Cang Lin?

Not only Mo Chi, Meng Lanzhou, Shen Hua, but even the men in black who were fighting with Wei Ling all stopped.

"Someone broke the barrier." Wei Ling stepped forward with his sword, picked up the silly apprentice who was lying on the ground and thought he had made a big mistake, and threw him outside the range of the gate of hell.

Mochi stared blankly at his palm, then looked up at Wei Ling: "Yes, someone? Isn't it me?"

Wei Ling said, "It's not you."

The man in black stood on the other side, discussing something in whispers.

Cang Lin exhaled heavily, shaking and struggling in the center of the main hall. Suddenly, he turned his head and bit hard on the Soul Sealing Blade inserted into his back. .

He is so proud and arrogant, even if his body is smashed to pieces, he will not allow this filthy evil to stain his mana.

"Catch Cang Lin, even if there is only a corpse left!" The man in black gave an order, and dispersed neatly, wisps of demonic light appeared in his hands, circling around Cang Lin.

"Don't think about it!"

Wei Ling rises again from Wangchuan, turning the shadow into light, the man in black blocked him, and was beheaded by him before he could see him. He knew that those people were dead, he knew that the puppet in front of him was a mass of lifeless mud, The sword passed through the body, tearing them apart, and the blood sprayed on Wei Ling's body was thick black pulp.

How can these monsters live!

How can we tolerate them touching the glazed mountain god!

Wei Ling couldn't imagine the humiliation that Cang Lin suffered, he looked hastily, just wanted to get closer, closer, that was Cang Lin, a high and auspicious beast, he had to save it, even if what he saw before him was the horror in his heart The tragic situation, even if Cang Lin made a sound from his throat, it was almost deafening and deafening.

The range of the gate of hell suddenly began to move, moving to Cang Lin's feet, and tens of thousands of white arms protruded from the abyss together, holding Cang Lin firmly.

"Liuli Xianshan has been with the evil emperor, and the destiny has been fulfilled, so it should be punished! We will follow the holy words and rehabilitate the Eastern Realm. With this heart, the world can learn from it!"

The man in black murmured words, which caused thunder to fall, and Cang Lin roared.

Mochi's face was full of panic, even if he covered his ears, he couldn't avoid the voice: "Master! What the hell are they... talking about...!"

Meng Lanzhou supported Mochi: "Don't listen! Don't listen again!!"

But the nonsense kept coming, becoming more and more orderly and louder.

"The evil emperor must die, Zhaoyang must die. The evil emperor must die, Zhaoyang must perish!"

Wei Ling shuddered.

He looked in the direction of the voice in a daze, and saw that the head of the soul-crossing monk was rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed, with long spider-like legs growing from his neck. He cast a spell, opened and closed his lips, and made the voice Press into the eardrum from all directions.

Wei Ling was horrified, but Wang Chuan in his hand had an indelible cold light, and the sword was like white light, piercing through the head of the soul monk, and smashing into the layers of curses at the gate of hell.

The disturbing sound stopped abruptly.

Soul Ferry Monk's head rolled back and forth, and suddenly, he opened his eyes again.

But this time, Shen Hua, who was lying beside him, had quick eyes and quick hands, and the moment the soul-crossing monk opened his mouth, he flew the talisman paper to his face, granting a seal.

She yelled: "The curse in the gate of hell is too deep! You can't kill these demons! The seal won't last long, Ah Ling, come out quickly, this place can't be guarded anymore!"

Mochi and Meng Lanzhou are still fighting with the men in black. Those people... or monsters, their bodies emit a raging demonic power. Even if they are chopped into pieces or burned to ashes, as long as the bones are left here, they can emit infinite demonic power. , like a dense swarm of ants looking for food, entwining the Canglin and going up.

Cang Lin was still tugging on the Demon Sealing Blade.

He didn't let go, and was pulling out the blade bit by bit.

The blue flames kept burning the hands of the evil spirit, and they were covered by more hands. His blood flowed all over his body and fell into hell. Half of his body had been dragged to the gate of hell, and the endless darkness surrounded him. submerged.

Wei Ling said hastily: "God Canglin, don't touch the soul-sealing blade, you have already injured your spirit core, you must not pull it out--"

Cang Lin's heart is high and arrogant, even if it is death, he will not allow evildoers to trample on him.

The more Wei Ling spoke, the colder he felt.

Han is that he has been on the run for so many years, and he can't even talk to Cang Lin.

Han thought he had broken through the way of heaven, but time and time again disasters were approaching, but he was helpless.

Cang Lin's eyes were burning with fire, and Wei Ling's appearance was reflected in it.

With force between his teeth, he bit off the Soul Sealing Blade forcefully, the edge of the knife was torn into a slit, and the blood gushed out unstoppably.

Wei Ling was a little scared. Cang Lin's aura was passing away, and he was very aware of this. In a panic, he fell into the gate of hell, ignoring his body being caught by the swarming hands of the undead, he released all his magic power , poured into Cang Lin's body.

The raging flames burned the world.

Under the strong light, Cang Lin gradually changed back to a human appearance.He raised his head, his long hair was scattered, and there was a bloody crack on his back, soaked like scarlet.

Wei Ling went to his side, looked at him in a daze, and said, "Cang Lin, Cang Lin, it's okay, I'll stop the bleeding for you... You, you are the god of Liuli Mountain... You can't..."

He didn't dare to look into those eyes, afraid that what he found would be endless disappointment

.

"Kill, kill, me, Wei Ling."

Cang Lin was bound in hell with nowhere to escape, his voice was low and hoarse, but he spoke every word so slowly and clearly.

Wei Ling was stunned, he thought that Cang Lin would scold him, tell him to fuck off, and throw all the vulgar swear words at him, but what he waited for was a sentence he didn't understand, which made him say a thousand words I couldn't find a word to respond.

"In all the world... the evil thoughts are so far, there will be catastrophe in the future, Wei Ling, today... I die, you have to bear this... heinous crime."

He was as light as a gossamer, and that was all he wanted to do. His eyes turned to look behind Wei Ling, and then slowly closed.

Then everything came, as if following his will, the black smoke approached Cang Lin's body, it was a powerful and familiar monster power, the black smoke condensed into a sharp thorn in an instant, mercilessly, Cang Lin passed through his heart.

The blood splattered on Wei Ling's face, how cold it was. He opened his eyes and watched Cang Lin covered in flames, gradually burning, and gradually turning into dust particles. He disappeared so quickly, as if disgusting this world, and the remaining residual The light fell around Wei Ling, and was almost frantically fought over by the tens of thousands of hands in the gate of hell.

How the evil spirit is boiling, how the fire is so gorgeous, everything in the world seems to suddenly return to silence, and slowly submerge with the past and the past.

Wei Ling knelt in the gate of hell in a daze, letting countless hands pull him, he saw the undead in his eyes, and hell under his feet, the curse that eroded the dharma veins made him miserable, and his eyes were blood red.

Cang Lin is dead, Cang Lin is dead.

Before his eyes, the God of Liuli Mountain was persecuted to death by demons and goblins, and was greedily devoured by the gate of hell.

He clenched Wang Chuan tightly, drew his sword, and cut off one pair after another of those ghost hands that were scrambling for the embers of Cang Lin.

He was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch, but he was fighting like a trapped beast, his eyes were bloodshot.

How can the endless resentment be slaughtered.

He will only be swallowed into it, turning into a wisp of the undead.

"Master! Master!" Mo Chi called out to him, rushing in with all his might.But as soon as he got to the gate of hell, the suffocating fear was entwined crazily, Mochi felt his feet go limp, and he lowered his head in a daze.

How could there be... such a disgusting breath.

Mochi covered his mouth, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach.His whole body was shaking violently, the temperature in his limbs quickly receded, and he knelt down on the ground with a "click".

At this moment, a person walked by without a sound.He stepped into the gate of hell and crushed the soul monk's head.

Wearing a robe like night, billowing smoke and dust.

"Xia... Pavilion Master...?"

Mo Chi stared blankly at the man, and called out his name.

"梼杌! How dare you break my glass enchantment! Kill me the glass mountain god!"

Meng Lanzhou's eyes were bloodshot and his body was filthy. He couldn't stop his anger and rushed straight up.

Xia Zhou seemed to have never heard of it, thousands of smoke and dust turned into sharp thorns and rose from the ground.Bypassing Meng Lanzhou's side, he pierced through the man in black who was approaching behind him and trying to attack him.

Then one, two, more and more, like an exploding sea urchin, tore the man in black to pieces.

"梼, 梼杌?...梼杌?"

Mochi repeated the name.

In front of the eyes and ears, there is the sound of flesh and blood tearing apart.

People in black piled up layer upon layer, like huge black waves rolled up by a storm, annihilating towards Xia Zhou, but Xia Zhou did not hide or disperse, every attack could only disperse his body into smoke and dust, the next instant It condensed into a blade again, smashing those weak bodies into pieces in the darkness.

Mo Chi realized with horror that the monster in front of him might not be able to hurt him even a sword in flames.

Soon, even the cursed Hell Gate was engulfed by the black smoke brought by the 梼杌. All the men in black stopped their movements and turned to screaming and howling. One by one, they knelt on the ground and buried their heads deeply. , but everything happened too fast, the black thorns that pierced the ground instantly pierced them through thousands of holes, and the black liquid flowed all over the ground.

Many people were brutally killed by Xia Zhou.

It seems that everything in the world is just a grain of dust in his eyes.

But amidst the chaos, there was still one person alive.

It was the man in black who first entangled with Wei Ling. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xia Zhou, but in a blink of an eye, he was also pierced by a black thorn through his thigh and his arm was broken. He rolled to the ground like a cat. Struggle like a worm.

"Tell me, what is that bullshit Holy Word?" Xia Zhou walked up to him.

"Hahahahahaha."

The man was panting in pain, but he couldn't hide his laughter. He opened his eyes, the eyeballs were about to bulge out.

"梼杌...hahahahaha... As expected...梼杌...is still in the world..."

He saw something that surprised him, and he shouted loudly: "God bless the East...God bless me... The beasts are here, the East will definitely, yes, re-"

In the end, it was the white sword that shone, Wang Chuan passed away, and blood spattered on the spot.

The world fell silent at this moment.

It's like a nightmare you can't wake up from.

ended.

Wei Ling puts her sword back into its sheath.

Xia Zhou followed him with his eyes, but saw that his eyes were cold, and he stood there silent for a long time, against the lingering evil spirit and the remnants of the ground, he raised his hand to wipe the blood stained on his face.

"Weiling!"

Meng Lanzhou stepped forward and approached with some stumbles.

Wei Ling raised her head slightly, and turned to face him: "Cang Lin is hopeless, if you don't kill him, you will only survive if you fall into the gate of hell."

Meng Lanzhou just stared at him, and said fiercely: "The demon next to you..."

"Cang Lin can't be saved." Wei Ling repeated.

Mo Chi stood still, and Shen Hua pursed her lips in silence.

Wei Ling looked at Meng Lanzhou quietly, and said, "The offender is from Liuli Mountain."