Chapter 387

"The two of us can barely cope with ghosts. We can't even count as a fucking ant in front of the hell. Tell me, what are we?"

"We are human beings."

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

Meng Gaofei became extremely calm once in a while,

"I was so poor that I even abandoned my life and never touched the realm of immortal body."

"As a man, since I have ambition, I linger in a small sect."

"You tell me, after we preach, is it for ourselves or for the door or for the world."

Meng Gaofei's inquiry made Fang Xiaoxian not know how to answer,

When I left the God General's mansion, I was for the door,

Preaching in the underworld is also for the world,

But in the final analysis, it's all for himself,

Now Meng Gaofei's words made him hesitate,

What is the right thing to do,

Meng Gaofei smiled and stood up from the ground,

"What are you going to do?"

"I won't go back to xiaoyaozong. I want to find my own way. I don't believe in those gods who can never compare with the underworld."

"What the hell are you thinking?"

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

Meng Gaofei said,

"The son of Yin did give us a chance, but the rest of the way needs us to go by ourselves. Maybe choosing Xiaoyao sect is an opportunity for you to understand the Tao of heaven, but maybe it's not my Meng Gaofei."

"One day, I will stand at the peak of the world and look down at the world."

"Fang Xiaoxian, don't say that being a friend is not righteous enough. I'll come back and tell you when I understand the avenue."

With that,

Meng Gaofei left Fang Xiaoxian alone,

He will continue to preach and become stronger,

Until you really stand at the peak and feel the scenery there,

Looking at Meng Gaofei's back,

Fang Xiaoxian didn't expect that he felt so much about him when he met Yan Luo of the ten halls this time,

Look at yourself,

Is it really right to choose Xiaoyao sect,

Ask yourself,

No one's answer must be right,

Looking back on the six people who got the Tao,

Ask Tianlan about his enlightenment. It's his younger martial sister, Shushan, and his sin sword,

Monk Bei Hong understands that the blood disciples have no return, and the blood brake Tathagata,

Li Hanlin realized that it's better to be a ghost to break Yin and Yang than to be full of managers in the world,

Qi Yu is the road paved by her teacher and father, which makes her go on without hesitation,

And what are you,

It is also enlightenment,

You have to have the direction you want to touch,

Fang Xiaoxian really hesitated

Owl domain,

The long river of the capital,

The mountains of corpses have been extremely rotten and stink,

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

Many people in the capital have begun to stay away from right and wrong and have moved elsewhere,

As soon as the cruel new king took office, he gave 100000 lives to ghosts,

Human life is like grass mustard,

If you stay in the capital, who can know if you will die next,

"Giggle, what a lot of bodies."

A skinny scholar stood near the long river,

The nose tried to smell the smell of the corpse,

His face was full of joy,

"Young man, you will be infected by autopsy here. Hurry up."

An old man who passed by hurriedly dissuaded the scholar from approaching the long river, otherwise his life would be hard to protect,

"Old man, is this the characteristic of the owl domain? So many bones are piled up. Ha ha, your king really has the same evil taste as me."

The scholar not only didn't feel the slightest disgust,

Instead, the spirit of Joy came,

"Hey, young, I didn't expect to be a madman."

Seeing that what the scholar said was strange, the old man ignored him,

Scholars also don't care,

Walking in the direction of the long river,

The closer you get,

The more the foot can be contaminated with the stench and filth from the rotten body,

The scholar held a pen in one hand and a long scroll in the other. He didn't know what was written on it,

But soon,

A dark surge came from the rotten pile of corpses,

"One, two, three..."

The scholar muttered to himself,

On his scroll are strange names,

Li Changfeng,

Su Danian,

Wang Song

When he wrote the money,

In the middle of the pile, a rotten corpse opened his eyes,

gradually,

As the names on the scroll increase,

There are more rotten corpses in the corpse heap,

I don't know how long later, the scholar felt a little tired. He put away his pen, lay on the ground and fell asleep,

Those rotten corpses guarded him respectfully and did not move,

"Dead Reverend?"

"Dead Reverend?"

Late at night,

The quiet voice surrounded the scholar's ears,

The sound of "death respect" is exactly the awe of scholars,

"Oh, it's you, Mountain Ghost."

The scholar opened his eyes,

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

"Dead respect, you're here. It's hard to find a villain."

"What can I do for you?"

"Don't you forget your master's orders, Deacon?"

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

The scholar suddenly realized,

Then I remembered that he had more important things to do,

"Death Reverend, the master ordered you to go to the world with magic reverend and evil Reverend."

"No, with the dead girl and the coffin?"

The scholar obviously resisted,

"This is the master's order, so don't play with your temper. The other four ghost cities have gained a firm foothold in the world. They are only waiting for three to go. Don't delay the master's event."

"Well, well, I'll just go."

The scholar stood up from the filth,

Looking at the rotten corpse that he finally resurrected, he was still reluctant,

After all, it can't be taken to the human world,

Then let them make a good noise here,

You can't waste your energy,

"You ~ ~"

The scholar looked around and finally set his eyes on the direction of the capital,

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

"The kingdom of death, dead respect, dead pen scholar!"

There was a smile on the corners of the dead pen scholar's mouth,

The name of the dead Lord,

If it doesn't bring death,

That's really a pity,

The rotten corpse moves slowly, mixed with the smell of the earth, and slowly goes towards the capital,

The dead pen scholar planned to go to the world after enjoying the beauty of killing,

But the Mountain Ghost kept urging,

This made him reluctant to leave,

The black fire of the candle dragon burned through the passage of thousands of small worlds, and naturally opened the connection between the country of death and the human world,

Compared with other small worlds,

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

A world completely controlled by the dead,

The three statues, led by the dead pen scholar, are among the best in the country of death,

Killing and death are the only criteria for existence,

Living people are just playthings in their eyes

capital,

palace,

Childe, I can't sleep all night without sorrow,

Although nine thousand years old and green fireflies have left,

But the nightmare haunted him all the time,

If you can't have strong strength,

Then I will eventually be played with by ghosts,

no way!

I want to get rid of them!

Childe Wushang made up his mind,

He focused all his attention on the armor he got from his father,

The spirit of being a king is usually transferred by the alternation of two generations of kings, but childe Wushang failed to get this power from the thousand emperors,

But,

This armor also exudes the spirit of ancestors,

The only thing that makes sense,

The armor was forged from the bones of our ancestors,

Just like the inheritance of power, this armor has passed on from generation to generation,

first,

Childe Wushang only thinks that it is inherited as a symbol,

Obviously, my original idea was wrong,

If the bones of our ancestors can forge heroic armor,

So

More evil and extreme ideas came to childe Wushang's mind,

Human nature,

It's a gap,

When crossed,

People may not be people,

Childe Wushang closed his eyes and asked himself whether he was human at this moment,

The death of my father,

The death of the mother Princess,

The death of my brother,

All have the most direct relationship with him,

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

In that case,

What else can human nature count,

Childe Wushang sneered,

Ancestors of the Owl Kingdom, why don't you make your last contribution for me,

I will be the most powerful king in the history of the owl domain,

Will lead the owl domain to an unprecedented height,

Childe Wushang laughed as if he were crazy,

The maids waiting on the left and right trembled with fear,

"Move and drive, Taizu ancestral temple."

The memorial tablets and ashes of dozens of former kings are enshrined in the ancestral hall of Taizu,

If the strength of the spirit armor comes from the bones of our ancestors,

If he eats all the ashes of his ancestors, he will be able to receive the power of the spirit. At that time, even if he does not receive the power inheritance of his father, he will also get the power of the spirit,

Even more than every generation of kings,

Now that you've done it,

Just do everything you have to do,

The ghost has left the owl domain,

Although the ministers ostensibly obeyed their orders,

But who knows if they'll make some small moves in the dark,

If we can't suppress it with strong force,

At that time, their hard won throne is likely to be overthrown by them,

Childe has no sorrow,

Such a thing must not be allowed to happen.