Hearing the question from the young man in front of him, the King of Fluxlight was silent for a moment, then said, "It's a woman in red with a red hijab on her head, but I can't feel any vitality from her, she seems to have been dead for a long time, more like It's a corpse-like existence"
Ning Chen's expression suddenly changed when he heard the words, ghost girl, how could it be possible.
Feng Ming burst out, and in the rising phoenix shadow, an ice coffin made of ice and snow appeared and flew between the two.
"Senior Yaoguang, is the woman you saw similar to her?" Ning Chen asked anxiously.
"you know me?"
King Yaoguang had a strange expression on his face. After seeing the figure in the coffin, his eyes narrowed and he said solemnly, "It's exactly the same." Hearing the answer, Ning Chen's body trembled unconsciously, and his heart collapsed like a thunderstorm. The Rakshasa woman? However, the ghost girl once told him that the source of ghosts cannot coexist, so it is impossible for two generations of Rakshasa women to appear in the world at the same time.
between.
After all, why
Not far away, Jiang Li looked at the woman who was sleeping quietly in the coffin, a strange look flashed on her face, is it this woman, so that this person doesn't even care about her own life.
It is undeniable that this woman is indeed not as beautiful as a woman in the world, but unfortunately, her beauty is so poor.
"Why do you know me?" A drowsy feeling of exhaustion struck, and the Fluctuating Light King reluctantly suppressed it and asked again.
"I saw it with my own eyes from ten miles away when the seniors and the sect leaders attacked Mo Lunhai." Ning Chen raised his head and said.
"Fearful Afterlife"
With a final sigh, the Fluctuating Light King finally couldn't hold back the tidal wave of exhaustion in his consciousness, and passed out.
Ning Chen was silent, he waved his right hand, and the ice coffin and the Yaoguang King disappeared together, submerging into the phoenix shadow.
The woman that Senior Yaoguang met was not a fairy, but what about a fairy? Does it exist
What kind of existence was that dead Rakshasa woman, was she trained as a corpse god by others
The hope that he finally saw was dashed again, Ning Chen suppressed the disappointment in his heart and walked out of the blood pool.
After walking two steps, seeing that Jiang Li was not following, Ning Chen turned his head and frowned.
Not far away, at the end of the confluence of the blood pools, Jiang Li stood still, looking ahead, the shock in his expression was hard to hide.
Ning Chen turned around and walked forward, looking at the end of the blood pool, his eyes narrowed.
In the dim fog, the starry sky is so beautiful and vast, it makes people feel as if they are standing in the star field and have a look at the universe.
"Tianwaitian" Ning Chen said slowly.
"The brightest star in the west is Lingxu," Jiang Li said with a complicated expression.
"The laws of space, you can see but can't enter. With your cultivation, if you can't hold the three breaths, you will be torn to shreds." Ning Chen calmly said.
He didn't know where the blood in the blood pool was going, but just because blood could be sent out didn't mean that people could.
There must be some connection between Tianwaitian and the Immortal Hall that he does not know about. Perhaps, a long time ago, the Immortal Hall was built by those who cultivated into true immortals in Tianwaitian.
"Have you thought about how to get out?" Jiang Li turned his head and asked.
"No," Ning Chen replied.
Jiang Li didn't ask any more questions. It turned out that a rational person is more terrifying when he loses his senses, regardless of the consequences, he is no different from a lunatic.
Now, he probably didn't think about anything except resuscitating the woman.
Come back to life, the difficulty is sky-high.
At least, in her cognition, this is absolutely impossible.
"Don't look any further, let's go"
Ning Chen reminded, and immediately walked out of the blood pool.
Jiang Li glanced at the distant starry sky, sighed softly, turned around and followed him. In this life, I wonder if there is still a chance to return to Lingxu.
Just when the two were trapped in the Immortal Hall, in the southwest of Zhongzhou, in the sea of magic wheels, the magic energy rose up into the sky, breaking through the bondage and reaching the sky.
At this moment, the entire Zhongzhou saw the demonic sky pillar rising into the sky, with a horrified expression on its face.
"He's not dead!"
Above the Zhao family, the Supreme Beings in the world turned their heads suddenly, their expressions shocked.
Seeing this, the magic butterfly immediately swept away in the southwest direction without saying a word.
"Step aside"
The bloody eyes of the butterfly in the flower looked coldly, the black light of the burial flower in his hand rose, and the terrifying murderous intention became stronger and stronger.
"What if you don't let it?"
In the black mist, Tu Lizun said coldly.
"Then die"
The words fell, the burial flowers were bright in black and red, the magic butterfly moved, and the knife light opened Huangquan Road again.
With a loud bang, Tu Li took the knife and retreated several steps, unable to bear the might of extreme martial arts, and the blood in his body violently tossed.
The blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he was injured in one move, and the magic butterfly could not stop the way forward.
When the Taibai Palace Master saw this, he no longer sat and watched. With a wave of the dust, the sword appeared, and Leng Feng forced his life.
The magic butterfly felt it, the funeral flower turned around, and the sword was shaken.
The knives and swords that clashed violently, killing all overflowing, the anger of Hong Tao surging between the sky and the earth, and the night sky swayed for it.
On the other side, Ji Qiuyu also moved, and his slender hands were like golden stones, passing by in a deadly manner.
The three gods joined forces to kill the devil and the butterfly, and eliminate future troubles forever.
When the ultimate move arrived, the magic butterfly danced with long sleeves, the funeral flower reappeared as the knife in the knife, and the white blade edged out, blocking the woman's five fingers.
"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"
In the aftermath, the double-sword dance was peaceful, the sleeves rolled, and all of them were killed, and they burst out of the air.
There was a sudden shock, the three of them retreated together, and a bloodstain appeared on Ji Qiuyu's face, which was first dyed red.
"not bad"
Seeing that the opponent's strength is amazing, Palace Master Taibai raises dust and gathers Yuan, and the blue light rises between heaven and earth, and the sword in his hand is soaring to the sky, showing the first peak of cultivation.
Tu Lizun, Ji Qiuyu also stimulated his true essence and raised his body to the limit. Suddenly, the night sky was as bright as day, and the three-color brilliance was dazzling.
The magic butterfly's eyes were cold, and she was drinking heavily, her whole body was full of blood, her blood-red long hair danced wildly, and her butterfly wings reappeared behind her.
The reason why he hates him so much may be because of the ingratitude of the world, or because of the so-called supreme beings in the world, but also because of his incompetence at the beginning, and he regrets it for the rest of his life.
The eyes are full of blood-red magic butterflies, and the murderous aura covers the sky and the sun.
The hatred is extreme, the beacon smoke is all over the body, the magic butterfly is moving, the butterflies are flying in the sky, and the two swords are 30,000 zhang.
The three were greeted, and all the hatred was killed, and the sound of swords clashing, slashing through the night, trembled the world.
The Dao sword slid across, and vermilion appeared as the first enemy of the three magic butterflies. However, the burial flower sword did not diminish, and he returned with a strong attack.
With a bang, Palace Master Taibai's arm was dyed blood red, the only one among the swords, and the dust was hard to stop.
The four statues appeared together, the most tragic killing game in thousands of years, and even not lost to the battle of 4,000 years ago.
In the distance, at the foot of Yanyun Mountain, the ancient Golden Buddha Temple, the Bodhi statue stood quietly, looking at the magical sky pillar rising into the sky in the distance, he sighed deeply, left the Golden Buddha Temple for the first time in three years, and went south.
The killing karma is not over, the evil disaster will come again, this world cannot afford such a catastrophe.
The kindness of saving the world cannot be forgotten, but the suffering of the world cannot be tolerated. If the ungrateful needs someone to bury it, it is Bodhi.
The Buddha, who has a firm belief in protecting the world, takes a steady step, seemingly slow, but his journey is astonishingly fast.
In front of the magic wheel sea, Bodhi appeared, stepped into it, and swept away all the corpses born in the world with the power of Buddha.
Buried dragon manifests a different power, black light transpires, swallows the vitality of those who trespass, Bodhi twists the Dharma finger, Buddha's light flourishes, and blocks the erosive power.
The black light and the Buddha light collided violently, and the Buddha moved forward at a high speed, rushing towards the position where the demonic sky pillar appeared.
In the underground stone palace, the demon body kills the body and refines the demonic energy of Xuan Luo's half body. It has reached a critical moment. In two years, the body killing cultivation level has risen sharply, the long black hair has turned white, and the demonic nature is shocking.
The demonic energy sealed in Huangquan is endless, as if it will never be inexhaustible. The demons from the unknown stars in the outer world have shocking power.
On the side, the red light of Chi Lian's fierce sword became more and more dazzling, and the evil spirit lingered, returning to its peak state.
"Amitabha"
At this moment, the Brahma rain fell from the sky, dispelling the demonic energy scattered in the stone palace, and Bodhi appeared, walking slowly.
White robes fluttering, peaceful Buddha face, years have not left too many traces, the strongest Buddha in the world, appeared in the magic stone palace.
Chi Lian vibrated, trembled as a warning, the demon body had a feeling of killing the body, and his eyes suddenly opened.
"Master Zhiming, you shouldn't fall here"
Seeing the completely demonized figure in front of him, Bodhi sighed softly and said.
"Human nature is evil, what is the difference between a demon and a Buddha"
The demon body stood up, clenched his hand, and started with Chi-Lian, and the monstrous demonic energy rose up, terrifyingly powerful.
A look of emotion flashed in Venerable Bodhi's eyes, and he didn't say more. When the rosary turned, the Buddha realm was opened, and the demon body was sealed off.
"in a moment"
Bodhi reproduces the holy move of Buddhism, the vast Buddha essence rises, and the heart of slaughtering demons, without the slightest hesitation, a shot is the ultimate move.
The demon body snorted coldly, and with one step, the inexhaustible demonic energy in the body was transported, and the fierce sword opened the Buddha's light and slashed towards the Buddha.
With a loud bang, the Buddha's palm blocked the fierce sword, and the next moment, the Buddha's power swayed, and Jin Tao was like a wave of the world, destroying the devil's body.
When he saw blood, he retreated a few steps. However, the endless demonic energy instantly suppressed the injury. In Huangquan’s ban, more demonic energy surged out, destroying the demon body, and at the same time, it urged the power of the fierce sword.
"Buddha, you can't kill me"
The demon body crossed the sword, and the fingers crossed, and the undercurrent of the floods turned sharply, and the demonic energy was like an ocean, making up for the gap in cultivation with infinite, stepping on the body, and then fighting against the Buddha.
The palms and swords collided, and the Buddha beads wrapped around the sword, trying to lock the fierce sword, but saw the sword's fierce brilliance, and a sword energy swayed out, killing the Buddha's body.
Bodhi's expression condensed, the Buddha bead in his hand was pressed down, and the sword energy was swayed.
The demon body does not dodge or avoid, the palm condenses the demon essence, and with the endless demonic energy in his body, he shakes the Buddha's tricks.
In the rumbling sound, the golden Buddha world trembled, and the battle between the Buddha and the devil instantly turned white-hot.
Close combat, extremely dangerous, one is strong, the other is mad, the world can't tolerate the devil, the sword opens the hell road, Huang Quan walks alone.
The stone palace, which has been silent for tens of thousands of years, is constantly shaking, and the confrontation between Buddha and demon has been inexorable since ancient times, and it continues to this day, reaching its peak.
"Blood Flame"
The blood flames reappeared all over the devil's body, endless, and the fear of burning the world shook the world. At the same time, under the stone palace, Xuan Luo, who was heavily sealed and suppressed, opened his eyes, and his half-length body forcibly absorbed the aftermath of the battle between Buddha and Demon, impacting the increasingly weakened power of the seal.