The Days in Central Plains

Chapter 407: On July 15th, the ghost gate opens

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My chest rolled over, and there was bleeding in the corners of my eyes, mouth and ears. The full blow just now, if it were not for Xiaodaotong's temporary use, I am afraid that I would not die or be seriously injured. Murong Baiyun was also uncomfortable, and his right hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling.

I didn't care, stood up, pointed the sword at Murong Baiyun, and said, let's fight again! Murong Baiyun raised his head and looked at the night sky, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and shook his head. I won't fight you anymore. After all, hiding behind the Fatai.

Liu Qingfeng laughed and cursed. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the dignified leader of the martial arts was going to be the tortoise with his head shrunk! Murong Baiyun's face sank like water, holding back his anger, coldly hummed, and said nothing.

Xiao Dao Tong and Murong Baiyun had no hatred. At this moment, he looked at the lame monk and the white-clothed anemic monk, showing murderous intent. The monks in white clothes were still sitting cross-legged, leading a hundred monks to recite sutras. On the stage, the light was entwined, and Ji Junbi was restrained and could not move.

Furious in my heart, I lifted the magic sword, leaped into the sky, and swung a sword.

Boom! There was a deafening thunder.

The long sword slammed into the gloomy moment, only to feel a blank in my mind, and then a powerful force poured into my body from the platform, almost splitting my whole body. I resisted the pain and showed a fierce look, thinking that this method is a bit weird.

Murong Qiu Shui Dao, if the restriction is to be broken, these monks will be slaughtered soon. If it is later, the gate of the underworld will open wide, and everything will be too late! Without thinking about it, Murong Qiushui, Liu Qingfeng and I rushed into the group of white-clothed monks with swords and killed them with their swords.

The monks were unmoved and let us kill them.

After killing more than fifty people, I heard a Sanskrit language chanted by a white-clothed anemic monk.

In the night sky, a vision suddenly emerged.

In the originally moonlight and starry sky, the space was distorted for a while, and then a black hole appeared in the sight of everyone. The black hole is getting bigger and bigger, occupying almost a quarter of the sky.

The moon disappears, the stars disappear.

The lame monk was full of excitement, fell to the ground and bowed to the table.

The white-clothed monk stood up with a weird smile on his mouth.

Seeing this, Xiaodaotong said that the bald donkey, I want to kill you and avenge my master! With that, he picked up a sword from the ground and rushed towards the white-clothed monk. Xiaodao Tong Fangjin entered the realm of heaven and man, but his sword skills were unremarkable.

The monk in white clothes proclaimed the Buddha's horn, without seeing the action of his feet, his figure retreated sharply, his hands were imprinted with wisdom fists, and he volleyed out a palm.

Bang!

The sword hit the seal with a crisp sound. Xiaodaotong shook his footsteps, couldn't hold it, almost fell to his knees. I even stepped over, held on to him and said, I will come! Although Xiaodaotong's realm is high, he has no skills. He just hit him and suffered a dark loss. With tears in his eyes, Xiao Shishu, you are going to kill him!

I patted him and said, borrowing your realm to use.

I stood upright with the sword, and immediately an invisible space enveloped me. This is the space of the little Taoist boy, but it is also my space. He has a realm, and I have world-class swordsmanship like Wanjian Heshan.

The white-clothed monk looked solemn, and between waving his hands, a staff appeared out of nowhere, and a dark nether power slowly released from the staff. I shook a sword flower, and the long sword pointed at the white-clothed monk. On that day, you attacked and conspired against my brother, causing my brother to die tragically. Today is the first seven days, so I used your head on the neck to pay tribute to my brother Ye!

Before the words fell, the Spirit Devouring Blood Drop suddenly exploded, carrying countless heaven and earth true essences, and rushed over. The long sword almost ignored the spatial distance, and came to the white-clothed monk in an instant. I shouted violently, and the world was in harmony!

The white-clothed monk raised his staff to greet him, but I didn't care about it, as if there was infinite power all over my body, slashing at the white-clothed monk. There was a sound of Jin Ge mingling, and almost instantly, I attacked the white-clothed monk with twenty-one swords.

The real air flow in the body, Wanjian Heshan moves, has never been so freely and drippingly performed. The white-clothed monk is also half-step in the realm of heaven and human, a martial arts transcendence, this staff is not a human thing, the sword and staff fought, and even fought a tie.

The magic sword in his hand became more and more courageous as he fought, faster and faster. In the eyes of others, it was almost two afterimages that fought in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. At this time, my spirit stage was clear and bright, and my knowledge of the sea rose to the limit, and every move was an instinctive reaction.

After fighting for more than thirty strokes, the white-clothed monk retreated while fighting, taking a strange step under his feet.

I instinctively raised the sword to attack, but saw the white-clothed monk sneer at the corner of his mouth, and my heart sighed. I only felt that a dark force separated me from the little Dao Tong's induction. Oops, I was fooled! This thought flashed through my mind.

Out of instinct, he stepped out of Lingbo and rolled back, intending to escape his space. The white monk said, it's too late!

After all, the light on the staff was brilliant, and a six-pointed star print shot from above, rushing towards me, shocking the sky. I murmured in my heart, I was about to retreat, but couldn't dodge, the star mark passed through my long sword and hit my chest.

Puff!

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the magic sword.

The white-clothed monk said, don't you miss Ye Liangchen, I will send you to reunion, and let him have a companion in the underworld! After that, on the staff, another star mark was born.

I could hardly breathe. At this moment, the body of the Demon Sword became hot and red, and it seemed to have a feeling with me.

Back then, on the Wuminghoushan Mountain in Jiangyin, I experienced the power of the magic sword. This divine sword was forged by the swords of hundreds of masters in the world, and was fed into a magic sword by Xunlouye with the secret method of the magic door and human blood. It has spirituality in itself.

After feeling the danger of the white-clothed monk, a sword domain emerged from the magic sword, enveloping me and the white-clothed monk. The six-pointed star seal rushed in, and in the dark domain of the magic sword, there were hundreds of long swords and swords like ghosts and li, and one after another greeted them.

The white-clothed monk smiled, but it was just a charm.

The soul of the sword is the soul of the sword, and the six-pointed star mark is the power of the underworld. These souls of the sword are naturally restrained, and after only a scream of screams, hundreds of souls of the sword are flying away. At this moment, the demon sword Xingtian that was hidden in the sword domain stretched out, finally there was movement.

The Spirit Devouring Blood Drop also gave birth to induction and escaped into the magic sword.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Xingtian Demon Sword vibrated violently at an extremely high frequency, and it burned instantly when the six-pointed star seal arrived. As far as the consciousness was reached, the red light tore through the darkness, silently recite the sword tactics in his heart, and attacked the white-clothed monk with a sword.

Break the sky with a sword!

Twenty-three years ago, Sansu used this sword to kill two gods of the underworld. At that time, monks in white clothes were also present. Now that this trick was performed from my hands, the white-clothed monk looked shocked and withdrew back almost instinctively.

A sword struck the six-pointed star seal. The star print was like broken porcelain, suddenly turned into powder, falling on the stone surface, smashing a number of small holes. The magic sword that awakened Xingtian was in my hand, and I was reluctant, and the white-clothed monk chased it.

White-clothed monk, help me! With that, he handed out the staff. Upon seeing this, the lame monk jumped up on one foot, the two staffs intersected, and the two became one, and stopped in front of me. I angered, get out! Kicked out on the staff and slashed down.

The two disappeared out of thin air.

Move instantly!

At this moment, Xiao Dao Tong's law space arrived in an instant, he sensed where the two of them were, and instantly came in front of them. The two were about to show themselves, only to find that my magic sword had arrived, and immediately disappeared.

I have advanced into a mysterious realm. Even if the two teleport thousands of times, I can pass the long sword in front of them. The two of them fled like monkeys, and I was chased in embarrassment. Especially the lame monk, who is inconvenient to move, has already lost his staff, relying on the white monk to dodge.

Brother, save me!

Hundreds of feet away, there was a burst of red light on the Shenwu Gate, and the red robe monk came in a disaster and stepped into the air.

Bang!

I appeared, with bloodshot eyes, looking at the monk in trouble.

The red-robed distressed monk looked at me with a smile, and said that Qin's benefactor's good means could make my two juniors so embarrassed.

The catastrophe monk is one of the six gods of the underworld. He trapped me in the snowy night in the capital and almost killed me, so naturally I would not give him a good face.

Get out!

There was a scream in the distance, and Liu Qingfeng and Murong Qiushui had rushed into the monks chanting, killing all the monks to their knees. In the sky, black holes are getting bigger and bigger, occupying almost one-third of the sky. As the number of people chanting decreases, the speed of black hole expansion has slowed down significantly.

Murong Qiushui said that Ji Junbi is the body of nine yin, and these people will use her blood to open the gate of the underworld. Now that the black hole is getting bigger and bigger, if you don't stop it, I'm afraid Ji Junbi's life will be distressed.

Upon seeing this, the monk angered, outrageous. As he said, the figure shook, and came to the two of them, with a handprint of the flower, knocking them out. The two got up and joined forces to fight the catastrophe together.

After many days of absence, Liu Qingfeng's sword moves became more and more fierce, and there were already signs of breaking through the first-grade realm. And Murong Qiushui is also the number one master of the younger generation, a set of unfeeling swordsmanship of the Murong family.

The swordsmanship of the two is light and elegant, and the other is fast. Together, although they are not the opponents of the monk, they can still be supportive. Taking this opportunity, I said to the white-clothed monk and the lame monk, it's time to settle the account.

Within the Demon Sword sword domain, the two of them tried their best to teleport. Hearing my words, he stepped back again and again, trying to hide behind Murong Baiyun.

A sword swung out, sealing the two people's way to death. Boom, the two flew two feet far away.

The white-clothed monk said, are you really going to kill them all

If I say this, go and tell my brother.

The white-clothed monk said viciously, if that's the case, let it all die. After that, the two sat cross-legged, muttering words in their mouths, among the seven orifices, black blood began to ooze, and the power of darkness radiated from the two of them, like a demon god and evil spirits.

Xiaodao childish, little uncle beware!

How could I give them a chance to come to the two of them in an instant, detonate the power of devouring blood, and the magic sword carries the power of destroying the world and piercing them into their bodies.

Puff, puff!

The magic sword passed through the two of them.

The figures of the two became blurred, and two dark figures sprang out of their bodies, intending to escape.

Seeing this, Xiao Dao Tong suddenly released the power of space, trapping the two magical thoughts in the space. Two strands of magical thoughts collided with each other in the east and the west, but they couldn't escape.

There was a scream of sorrow, two magical thoughts could not escape, they turned around and rushed towards Xiaodaotong.

Xiaodaotong was panicked and couldn't care about the power to control the space, shouted, help!

I didn't even think about it, and threw the magic sword out.

The magic sword drew an arc in the air, as if it was burning, and passed through the two magic thoughts.

Snorted.

The two magical thoughts turned into ashes.

When there were two cries, the two staffs fell on the stone surface.

Xiaodaotong broke his tears into a smile.

I thought in my heart, brother, we avenged you.

The monk of Great Distress and Murong Qiushui and Liu Qingfeng were in a fierce battle. Seeing that the white-clothed monk and the lame monk were beheaded by me and the Xiaodaotong, he screamed and broke out of the battle circle and attacked both of me.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across the originally clear night sky. Upon seeing the situation, the monk in trouble turned the three steps into two. Before coming to the Dharma platform, he recited the scriptures in his mouth.

Thunder masterpiece! There was a loud sound in the ear, and the exploded eardrum was painful.

A bright light flashed above the black hole.

At some point, Murong Baiyun quietly approached.

Murong Qiushui shouted, Dad!

Murong Baiyun floated in the air, and his long sword lifted south.

Jiangnan Murong Villa.

Thousands of miles away, above Taoshan, tens of thousands of sword lights shot into the sky and struck toward the capital!

Almost at the same time, in the Forbidden City, under the underground palace, a magical thought burst out of the cage.

The catastrophe monk lowered his head, folded his hands together, and chanted: July 15th, the ghost gate opens!