Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The Buddha's voice has dissipated, Xiao Chen is leaving, sacrificing the thunderous will with the sword and soul, you can leave the bitter sea without having to struggle with it.

But I saw the stunning knife that had just flashed by, and I determined that the head of the King of the Land was cut off by the Qing Emperor.

Xiao Chen's heart shook a little. Something he didn't want to think about doesn't mean he didn't want to know the answer.

“What, the Buddha's voice is gone, won't you go?” Qingcheng asked with a smile.

Xiao Chen said calmly: “If you don't go, don't go either. Wait, I'll take you straight through this bald ass. ”

"Do you have a way? ”

“Wait.” Xiao Chen did not answer, the disc knee sat at the bow, calmly practicing, quietly waiting for that ray of knife light to come again.

At the time of the arrival of the previous razor, the blue dragon in the Qian Kun precept made him agitated. Whether or not it was just as he guessed, you can see it once in a while.

And he sat helplessly beside him, and took a green bead out of his hand, and gazed.

One of the transparent beads has a spiritual attachment to it, keeping the momentum moving.

Although the Ghost Nation has the ability to collect souls after death, it has no ability to revive people. They can only be practiced as ghosts of all kinds of battle, and after practicing as ghosts, they are not original souls, but exist without minds and memories.

“Who is this man? Do you want to be resurrected?” Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Tiancheng and asked.

The beautiful face of the city revealed a glimmer of nostalgia: "This is my mother, who died when I was six years old. My master kept her soul after her death, but he couldn't save her either. ”

“Huang Quan Road, I wanted to come early, but I couldn't make up my mind. Always give yourself an excuse, Woohoo Lake is too dangerous, wait for strength to go. ”

“Oh, actually, I know myself, I'm just afraid that this last hope will break and I won't dare face it. Had it not been for you to come to Huangquan Road, I don't know when I would have taken this step, and there are things that I would have to see for myself to feel safe. ”

Xiao Chen could hear that the slightest darkness in the Duncheng discourse, and the other party knew that even beyond this bitter sea, waiting might only be a sad ending.

But as she said, some things always have to be seen before you can feel safe.

“Sansheng stone, soul grass, flowers on the other side, you collect these, you want the resurrector spirit, right?” The conversation turned sharply and asked Xiao Chen.

Seeing Xiao Chen show a slightly unexpected divine colour, Tiancheng chuckled: “Don't be surprised, this secret is actually coming out of my ghost tribe, but unfortunately it is useless for the living. ”

“But by the look of your god, I don't seem to see much joy. Didn't you collect all three things? ”

Didn't expect this dumping city to observe so carefully, Xiao Chen honestly said: “I missed the time, didn't expect to be on Huangquan Road, the first time I walked was in March. ”

The original intention was to charge three things back and forth within the month of March. That way, you can participate in the Knife List Competition, and then get 10,000 years of flaming crystals, and succeed in reviving.

Then in two months, it happens to be the Feng Wang Festival, everything is in the plan.

But who knows, Huang Quan Road alone walked to the March time, plus the previous month, at this time the Knife Zongping Competition must have started.

Ten Thousand Years Flame Crystal, definitely can't get it, I don't know how to tell Stu Leihong.

"'That sounds like you're in a bit of a lot of trouble,' said Tincheng. 'Stu Leihong is a tough man to talk to. He doesn't even sell the face of the king. ”

Xiao Chen had no heart at all. There was nothing he could do but invite the Patriarch himself to come.

“Infinity of bitter sea, turning back to shore...”

Once again, the Buddhist sounds, and the many dead bone ghosts in the bitter sea scream in agony.

Xiao Chen on the Ghost Ship waited a long time, while resisting the Buddha's torment, waiting quietly.

Without disappointing him, the blade that illuminated the entire Yellow Springs appeared again, smashing the Buddha's voice, bringing the black and white world back to light.

In the Qian Kun precept, Qing Long caused another violent vibration. Xiao Chen did not say anything, flipping his hand held Qing Long in the palm of his hand.

Clang

When Xiao Chen and Tiancheng closed their eyes at the same time, when they opened their eyes, they were stunned to discover that the knife was not there, and the green dragon made them glamorous.

The color of the surrounding hundred meters does not match the other black and white worlds above the sea surface.

Qing Dynasty, put that razor light that existed for 10,000 years, actually put it in.

At the same time, Tincheng was somewhat surprised to discover that earlier, beside a ghost ship, the same size of a dead bone ghost had become as small as an ant at this time.

The distance from the headless King of Hidden is not becoming too far away, only ten miles left, and it won't take much time for either of us.

“Come on, I'll take you there. ”

With two people, the Ghost Boat stood up empty-handed and flew all the way. It didn't take nearly half a cup of tea to get ten miles away and flew over.

Nearly two people found that there had been a constant outflow of blood at the head of the King of Tibetans, and that the bitter sea in front of him was his blood.

Seeing this place can't help but be eye-catching and frightening.

Flying over the headless King of Hidden, the opponent's pressure completely disappeared. Xiao Chen reached out and held the blue dragon over his head in his hand, revealing a smile on his face.

Anyway, this unexpected harvest of the knife is indeed a pleasant surprise.

In the future, if you encounter an incomparable opponent, release this razor blade, I'm afraid the Quasi-Emperor will be able to defeat you.

Behind the King of the Tibetan, is the land of six turns, with six giant, broken swirls, each representing a turnaround in the next life.

Reverse from the right, thin is Heaven Path, Shuro Path, Humanity Path, Animal Path, Hungry Ghost Path, and Hell Path.

Xiao Chen relieved his breath. Six broken paths did not look like each other. There was no way to carry out the revolution. A worry in his heart was also turned into nothing.

She was about to speak, but saw that the castle was still walking, representing a swirl of heaven, throwing in the bead that sealed her mother's soul.

“You, this is…” Xiao Chen was somewhat confused.

The breakdown of the Six Paths of Circumference did not seem to affect Dao Tincheng. “It's a thought," he said. "In the rumor, entering the Heavenly Paths, the next life can be directly reborn in the Immortal Realm, leaving the mortal body, and not suffering from the Six Paths of Circumference. ”

Xiao Chen watched the city for a while before turning away.

I just don't know, at the moment of its turn, the humanitarian swirl that broke into several valves, coincided, a complete swirl formed.

Bao Guang converges and the mysterious passage opens without knowing where it leads.

Xiao Chenxin felt something. Looking back, the complete return channel existed for only a moment, and it had been broken for a long time, and he didn't see anything.

Tiancheng turned back and asked strangely: “What's wrong? ”

“It's okay!” Xiao Chen smiled. In her heart, Six Paths of Revolution was truly broken. There is only this life in the heavens and the earth, and there is no afterlife.

The two of them crossed the bitter sea smoothly, and the three of them met again on the bridge. After briefly explaining what had happened, they began their journey.

On the way back, according to the tipping point, place the ghost ship directly on top of Naihe and go upstream and backwards.

Half a day later, the water broke and passed through a mist. A few people miraculously appeared in the land of the dark, where the yin and yang were separated.

Tincheng explained with a smile: “Don't be surprised, the hell is broken, forming a number of space cracks, some of which are not too dangerous. Instead, it is a shortcut through the Nine Phantoms Purgatory, but only we want the Ghosts to know. ”

After returning to the ground, several people took a long breath of breath, and the Nine Psychic Purgatory finally came out alive.

Duncheng returned Xiao Chen's battle flag. "Goodbye, you have less than two months left to seal the King's Festival. By then, if there's no accident, I'll be there to make a little noise. ”

Everyone seemed a lot more relaxed, except for the heartbreaking town. After greeting everyone, they left.

The Sword Sect List Competition, half a month apart from the Knife Sect List, counts the time, now it should be too late to rush back.

Xiao Chen used the wings of freedom, the divine talent within walking distance, uninterrupted eminence, finally sent Xiaobai before the contest.

He himself was less fortunate, and the Knife Table competition was over seven days ago.

Wen Ziran, the great disciple of Knife Wang Xiaotian, succeeded in killing into the top ten, and has now spread throughout the whole domain, famous for all sides.

Xiao Chen came to the summit of the casting sword with a hint of lucidity. I wondered if Stu Leihong could accommodate it.