The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

"We two can only barely deal with ghosts, in front of the Yin Cao Jifu, not even a **** ant, you tell me, then what are we."

"We are human."

"Hahaha, Fang Xiaoxian, Fang Xiaoxian, don't you feel wronged."

Meng Gaofei became extremely calm once in a while,

"I have spent my entire life, even if I gave up my life, I have never touched the realm of the immortal body."

"As a human being, since my heart is ambitious, but I hang around in a small sect."

"You tell me, after we preach, do we do it for ourselves or for the sect or for the world."

Fang Xiaoxian didn’t know how to answer Meng Gaofei’s question.

When I left the mansion of the gods, it was for the sect.

The Yin Cao Jifu proving the Dao is also for the world,

But in the final analysis these are all for himself,

Now Meng Gaofei's words made him hesitate.

What is the right thing to do,

Meng Gaofei chuckled twice, then stood up from the ground.

"what are you going to do?"

"I won't go back to Xiaoyao Sect. I want to find my own way. Lao Tzu doesn't believe in those gods who can never be better than Yin Cao's underworld."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Don't you understand, people depend on themselves after all."

Meng Gaofei said,

"Yin Tianzi did give us a chance, but we need to walk the rest of the road by ourselves. Perhaps choosing Xiaoyao Sect is an opportunity for you to understand the Tao of Heaven, but perhaps it is not my Meng Gaofei."

"One day, I will stand on the pinnacle of the human world and watch the world."

"Fang Xiaoxian, don't say that being a friend is not loyal enough, I will definitely come back and tell you when I get to the Dao Dao."

Finished,

Meng Gaofei dropped Fang Xiaoxian and left alone.

He will continue to preach and become stronger,

Until you really stand on the top and feel the scenery there,

Looking at the back of Meng Gaofei's departure,

Fang Xiaoxian didn’t expect to encounter Yama of the Ten Temples this time and feel so much for him.

Looking back at yourself,

Is it really right to choose Xiaoyao Sect?

Ask the heavens and ask yourself,

No one's answer is necessarily right,

Looking back at the six Dedao people,

Asked Tianlan’s own enlightened Tao is Junior Sister, Shushan, and his Heavenly Sin Sword.

What Monk Beihong enlightened was that the blood disciples had no return, and the blood came to Tathagata,

What Li Hanlin has learned is that a manager is worse than a ghost to break the yin and yang.

Qi Yu is the path paved by her master and father, allowing her to go on without hesitation.

And what is oneself,

The same is enlightenment,

You have to have the direction you want to reach.

Fang Xiaoxian really hesitated...

Xiao domain,

The Great River in the capital,

The piles of corpses have been extremely decomposed and smelly,

Even the soldiers sent out to clean up were contaminated with corpse poison and fell one after another.

Many people in the capital have begun to move away from the land of right and wrong, and have moved to other places to live.

The brutal new king gave 100,000 lives to ghosts as soon as he took office.

Human lives are like grass,

Staying in the capital, who can know if he will die next,

"Hey, there are so many dead bodies."

A scrawny scholar stood near Changhe,

The nose worked hard to sniff the smell of the corpse,

There was joy on his face,

"Young man, you will be infected by corpse poison here, go quickly."

An old man passing by hurriedly discouraged the scholar not to approach Changhe, otherwise his life would be unsafe.

"Old man, is this a feature of Xiaoyu, so many bones have accumulated in piles, hahaha, your king really has the same evil taste as me."

Not only did the scholar not feel the slightest disgust,

On the contrary, the spirit is pleased,

"Hey, I can't think of a lunatic at a young age."

When the old man saw what the scholar said was strange in the past, he ignored him.

The scholar also didn't care,

Walking in the leisurely courtyard towards the long river,

The closer you go,

The more the feet can be contaminated with the stench and filth that flows out of the decomposing corpse,

The scholar holds a pen in one hand, and a long scroll in the other, not knowing what is written on it,

But soon,

There was a secret surging among the rotten corpses,

"One, two, three..."

The scholar murmured to himself,

On his scroll are strange names,

Li Changfeng,

Su Danian,

Wang Song...

When he finished the pen,

A carrion corpse among the pile of corpses opened his eyes.

Gradually,

As the names on the scroll increase,

There are more carrion corpses resurrected in the pile,

I don’t know how long it took, the scholar felt a little tired, so he put away his pen, lay on the ground, and fell asleep.

Those carrion corpses were guarded respectfully by his side, motionless,

"Dead Lord?"

"Dead Lord?"

late at night,

A calm voice surrounds the scholar’s ​​ears,

The sound of ‘Dead Lord’ is just in awe of the scholar,

"Oh, it's you, mountain ghost."

The scholar opened his eyes,

Looking at the smile on the face of the dead man in front of him,

"Dead Lord, it turns out that you are here, the villain has worked so hard to find."

"What's the matter with me?"

"The dead lord, don't you forget the master's order?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. I'm going to the human world."

The scholar suddenly realized,

Then I remembered that he still had more important things to do.

"Dead Venerable, the master has ordered you to go to the world with the Magic Venerable and the Evil Venerable."

"Stop it, with that dead girl and coffin?"

The scholar obviously resisted,

"This is the master's order, so don't play with your temper. The other four ghost cities have established a firm foothold in the world. Only waiting for the three to go, don't delay the master's major events."

"Okay, okay, I'll just go."

The scholar stood up from the filth,

Seeing that the carrion corpse that I finally resurrected was still a little bit reluctant,

After all, it cannot be brought to the world of humanity,

Then let them have a good fight here,

I can’t waste my energy,

"You guys~~~"

The scholar looked around, finally set his gaze in the direction of the capital.

"Go and eat all the people there, and write my name on the wall with their blood."

"The kingdom of death, the dead scholar!"

A smile appeared on the corner of the dead pen scholar’s ​​mouth.

The name of the dead lord,

If it does not bring death,

That's really a pity,

The carrion moved slowly, mixed with the overwhelming odor, and moved slowly towards the capital.

The dead pen scholar originally planned to go to the human world after enjoying the beauty of the killing.

The helpless mountain ghost kept urging from the side,

This made him reluctantly leave,

The black flame of the candle dragon burned through the passages of thousands of small worlds, and naturally opened up the connection between the kingdom of death and the human world.

Compared to other small worlds,

The kingdom of death is more similar to the ghost world,

A world completely controlled by the dead,

And the three deities headed by the dead pen scholar are the best in the kingdom of death.

Killing and death are the only standards that exist,

Living people are just playthings in their eyes...

capital,

Royal palace,

The son can't sleep all night without sorrow,

Although Nine Thousand Years Old and Qingying Feilu have left,

But the nightmare lingered in his heart all the time,

If you can't have tyrannical strength,

Then I will eventually be played by ghosts in applause,

no!

I want to get rid of them!

The son Wushang made up his mind,

He put all his attention on the armor he had obtained from his father,

The spirit of the heroic spirit is usually transferred by the alternation of the two generations of the king, but the son Wushang failed to get this power from the Ye Qianhuang.

but,

This armor also exudes the aura of ancestor heroic spirits,

The only thing that makes sense,

That is, the armor is forged from the bones of ancestors,

Like the inheritance of strength, this armor is not known how many years it has been passed down from generation to generation.

initial,

Gongzi Wushang only thought that it was passed down as a symbol,

Obviously my original idea was wrong,

If the bones of the ancestors can forge the heroic armor,

That.…

More evil and extreme thoughts surfaced in the mind of the son Wushang,

human nature,

Is a gap,

When being crossed,

People may not still be people,

The son Wushang closed his eyes and kept asking himself if he still had humanity at this moment.

Father's death,

The death of the mother concubine,

Brother's death,

Have the most direct relationship with him,

If his actions are known to the world, then he is indeed not even the most basic person.

That being the case,

What's more of human nature,

The son Wushang sneered.

The ancestors of Xiaoyu, why don’t you make your last contribution for me,

I will be the most powerful king in the history of Xiaoyu,

Will lead Xiaoyu to a height that has never been seen before,

The son Wushang laughed as if he was mad,

The palace maid waiting on the left and right was trembling with fright,

"Move, Taizu's Ancestral Hall."

In the Taizu Ancestral Hall, the tablets and ashes of dozens of ancestors are enshrined.

If the power of the heroic armor comes from the bones of the ancestors,

If he eats all the ashes of his ancestors, he will surely be able to receive the power of the heroic spirit. Even if he does not inherit the power of the father, he will be able to obtain the power of the heroic spirit.

Even more than the existence of each generation of kings,

Now that it has been done,

Simply do everything that needs to be done,

The ghost has left the owland,

Although these ministers obeyed their orders on the surface,

But who knows if he will make some small moves secretly,

If you can’t suppress it with force,

When the time comes, the throne that he has finally won is likely to be overthrown by them.

The son has no sorrow,

Never allow this to happen.