Heavenly Curse

What is Ghost King?

The word "ghost king" is not just such a simple name, it is not just the name of the Wan Ghost, the King of Ghosts, it has its own way, can be transformed into a boundary, can control the existence of the terror of life and death in a world, despite the experience of the terror of the boundary, in fact, that boundary is less than one percent of the power of the full period.

Otherwise, in the height of the day, ten pastures will follow van, and they will turn to ashes in an instant.

When Qing Qing was halfway through the sky, high below, and indifferently said this, Mu Yi had a bad feeling. The other party's strength at this moment was somewhat more than he imagined. He thought he could quickly recover, and his strength could definitely suppress the other party, but he could suppress him without expecting the other party to rely solely on the realm.

Especially at the moment, he has a bad feeling, not only about the impending crisis, but also about the harshness itself.

“The way of this palace is to kill, to kill the men of the world, to kill this world. Today, the way of this palace adds another dead soul to you.” When Qian Qing said this, he no longer saw half emotion, absolute reason, or ruthlessness.

“Slaughter? ”

Mu Yi had just heard the harsh words and suddenly changed in front of him. The whole sky, or the world, turned red. Under the harsh feet, there was an extra river of blood, and the blood rolled in, and even Mu Yi could smell a strong smell of blood.

In that river of blood, countless broken limb bones, some walking with waves, some reaching out, trying to grab something, and countless grumbling souls screaming, with some strange fluctuations, trying to suck human souls into it.

If it was before, Maki may have some headaches, but at present, with the light in the sea of knowledge slightly trembling, the sound coming into the mind directly crushed, expelled, regardless of the outside sound, always can not touch him.

“The palace has given you death. ”

Halfway through the sky, the face of the harsh face turned towards Maiyi finger, accompanied by this finger, the last two lotus flowers behind the harsh body withered at the same time, the blood river under her feet, more instantly shrunk, also into that finger.

In Maki Yi's eyes, this finger turned into a tremendous blood river, falling from above the Nine Heavens, even the stars, in front of this blood river will be shattered, let alone only flesh and mortal people.

And the harsh words, printed directly into his heart, seemed to reverse the cause and effect directly.

“I'm dead. ”

Maki's mind suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was really dead, ignoring the blood river above his head, even he gradually closed his eyes.

“Brother, brother! ”

When Muyi's consciousness began to dissipate and his soul was about to sink, his deep heart suddenly rang a call, and the voice seemed to come from a distant place, not listening, but that familiarity shocked Muyi's body.

“Brother! ”

At this point, the call sounds again, even clearer.

“Who's calling me?? Brother?” Maki seems to have forgotten who he is. He can only guess who this voice belongs to. Why does it give him a kind, familiar feeling? In the middle of nowhere, he thinks the owner of this voice is important to him.

“Brother, wake up. ”

“Wake up? Am I sleeping? Or is it just a dream?” Mu Yi thought constantly.

By the way, who am I? I seem to have forgotten something. ”

Makita frowned and tried to think about things she'd forgotten, but his head was coming with a pain, and there seemed to be a force stopping him from remembering all that.

“No, I will definitely remember. ”

Maki roared in his heart, his strong mind turned into a big hand, rumbling into the dark.

Ka Cha

A light blue ray of light passed through the darkness and landed on Pastoral Ease.

“I remember, I'm Maki, I'm... fighting! ”

When Mui Yi's sentence fell, his repressed aura soared sharply, breaking the grim blockade.

“Dao, that's the way, it's a terrible way, but even Dao can't suppress me, can't make me lose myself. ”

Mak Yi's constant cry, his breath rose and rose, exceeding the limits that he could have reached. This crisis, though dangerous, was also a grinding exercise for him. Although the price was death, he eventually survived. The most crucial part of this is the call from the heart, which is the call of the slave.

Since he refined the bamboo of his years and made it a living instrument, it is also relevant to remember the slave. At that critical moment, the slave felt his danger and woke up from his sleep and constantly called him.

It's a long story, but actually, it's not enough for a moment, and the world of the mind, unlike the outside world, if the consciousness is strong enough, maybe the world of the mind has gone through a day, a year, and the outside is just a moment, a moment.

When Mu Yi opened his eyes again, all illusions disappeared, there was neither blood river nor death in front of him, some were just a jade finger, constantly approaching his eyebrow, if Mu Yi woke up one or two breaths later, I was afraid that the finger's eyes would dot his eyebrow, by that time, even under Great Golden Immortal, could not save his life.

“Fist will, in fact, is a manifestation of will. I have practiced unnamed fists for many years. This fist technique has been deep in my bones and imprinted in my soul. And this set of fists is more capable of attracting the power of the mind. This power of the mind is actually a kind of fist will. In fact, I have already reached the threshold. I just don't know how to get in. Now, I understand the meaning of boxing. Fist will, that is, I mean. ”

The more intelligent he is, the more crisis he is, the calmer he is, a gift that is most suitable for combat.

As for the meaning of the fist, when he understood the moment, he had mastered everything.

Pinch your fist, then punch it out.

This punch, there is no shocking noise, there is not even an overlapping fist shadow, it is just a simple punch, but this punch integrates all of Maki's understanding to date, so it is a punch, and it is all.

Likewise, this fist is a painting. It paints the life of Pastoral Yi. It follows the old road to walk the river and lake. It is a solitary cry in Volkswagen Mountain. It is firm after descending the mountain. It is confused in the killing. This painting is a painting of the life of Pastoral Yi, and it is his intention.

Fist is life, too.

This is Maki's understanding and his fist.

Halfway through the air, the harshness that was always indifferent finally changed color, Mu Yi's simple, single punch, but it was an indestructible, unbreakable punch.

Ka-cha! ”

His fist collided with his finger again, and then he made a crisp noise, and Maki clearly saw that his stern fingers were broken, like ceramic, into pieces, from fingers, to palms, to arms, to the whole body.

“This...”

After one punch, the noise dissipated and calm gradually returned in the courtyard, but the harshness turned into debris in front of Maui, drifting with the wind. Those debris continued to break in the wind, becoming smaller and smaller until they became dust.

“How can this be?” Mu Yi was somewhat surprised, although he also knew that a punch with a concentrated fist was horrible, which could be considered his strongest attack at present, but did not expect that Qing Qing would turn into ash under this punch.

In the ashes, a figure looked at him, it was clear, more accurately, it was the spirit of the Ghost King, that face was completely different from the clear, although equally beautiful, but with a little wood, no expression, even less lively, there was no colour in those eyes, only black and white.

The moment I saw these eyes, Mu Yi's heart trembled. Perhaps this is the true ghost king, but also her heart. Her world was long gone. Some of it was just pain, because Mu Yi felt a hint of relief from the other side. Death was a relief for her.

At this moment, Mu Yi understood why the reaction of the other side was so intense at first, so resistant to the path he chose for the other side, because she had already had enough of others choosing for her, and she wanted to go by herself, even if she died, and she was willing.

Or that she had decided to die the moment Maki found her.

Rather than the other party's soul scattered in Mu Yi's fist, let's say that she prepared a feast of apoptosis for herself. The lotus flower represented her life. When the lotus flower faded, it was also her death, even without Mu Yi's fist, even if Mu Yi eventually died in her hands, she would also turn into ashes, which is her choice, or fate.

“Am I wrong?” Maki was a little confused, watched the other soul scatter, but there was nothing he could do, even all because of him, what would happen if he didn't come? At least the other party won't die.

“No, I'm not wrong, you have your choice, and I have my insistence.” Maki looked at the ghost king's soul flying away and scattered, softly said.

At that time, a light breeze blew through and everything went untouched.

Maki shook his head and turned away, but at this moment he suddenly felt a fluctuation in the small building, which made him daze, and then he entered the small building, eventually he found a painting on the second floor, which was a woman holding an umbrella, standing on a bridge, staring at the world of the painting.

The woman in the painting is just fine, really fine.

Mu Yi did not expect the harsh soul to exist in this way, but thought that everything was done by the Ghost King. Instead of killing the other soul, she sealed her in the painting, perhaps one day she could return to her body.

But now, nothing is possible, because her body is also turned into ash and fly, so the harshness of the painting either exists for the rest of her life, or she is reincarnated and reincarnated.

With the previous lesson, Mu Yi will no longer help each other choose, destiny should be in his own hands, for him, for Harsh, even for the spiritual splinter that the Ghost King died.

“You're happy, at least you have a choice. ”

Maki looked at the harshness of the painting and softly said that the beauty in the painting seemed to blink.