MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 93.

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"What's the matter?" The Mage found that the power of the Wraith was getting smaller and smaller. Pushing on the glamorous woman who poured the wine in front of him, striding to the edge of the cliff and looking out, I saw the sky cloud and the black fog. Together, it is comparable.

"Where is the former imperial princess in the dusty world, is it under the door of Yunhuamen, or is it under the Buddha's door?" The mage gnawed his teeth. "There are some vultures from nothing, how can there be Buddha light here?" It is a blessing to be unscrupulous and insulted in Lingzhijie. How can it be related to Buddhism in just a few years?

The Buddhist work of bad things is definitely not an ordinary person. Looking at the Buddha light in this sky, I am afraid that this Buddha repair has already proved the position of Luo Han and has cultivated the Fa.

"Supreme, what should we do now?" The evil worship saw that there were vultures to do bad things, and the heart screamed badly.

"What should I do?" The Mage looked back and looked at the evils behind him. "These monks are not concerned with compassion. You go to the city to kill people. See if these monks continue to chanting or stop you."

"Sir, these monks..."

"Why, are you masters of these evil spirits, are you afraid of a few vultures?" The sorcerer sneered. "Or do you dare to play tricks on evil?"

"The little ones understand." The sorcerer of the question knows that the sage is angry, afraid of delaying, they have not died in the vulture, and have already died in the hands of the sage.

"Okay." The Master’s face finally had a smile. "When I was older, I liked some of my juniors." He looked back and saw a cult that was still standing still, long sighing. "Child, are you afraid?"

"The honorable person forgives sin." This evil repair scared and shook his head again and again. "Please honor the sin."

"Hey, you are scared, I am a person who loves the younger generation very much." The sorcerer smiled and waved his hand to bring the evil cult to the front. Suddenly, the five fingers forced the neck of the person.

"In this way, you never have to be afraid." He took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers. He turned his head and smiled softly at other evils. "Why, don't you leave?"

As soon as the voice fell, other evils flew away from the cliff and flew in the direction of the city.

The smile on the face of the Master disappeared, and he kicked the body of the foot off the cliff: "Waste."

The female evils who had been waiting for him had already scared the whole body, and he shook his eyes into a group of female evils. He ignored the hair of the side and turned it into a white light and disappeared into the sky.

"The dead are born, six reincarnations..."

Fatan opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the city gate, frowning.

"Master, please continue, the rest will be handed over to me." Mou Zong held the dragon sword and jumped down the cloud head, watching the evil spirits flying outside the city, swept the sword, flying in front of a few evil repairs , by the sword gas across the throat, have fallen into the clouds.

"How can there be a sword repair?" The remaining evils were seen in the blink of an eye, they lost several companions, busy stopping, standing next to each other, watching the city gate in horror.

The closed city gate opened wide, and a man in white, blue and silky, did not leave.

"Sword repair!"

"No, it is Zhongzheng real person!" The highest evil wreck forehead oozes cold sweat. One hundred years ago, his master died under this sword. This person's sword is ruthless, and people are more ruthless than swords. This sword should be repaired in Shuguang Zong, why is it in the dusty world.

"Flee away." Who is in the face of Zhongzheng real people? He sent a signal flare into the air, hoping that the Master could save them.

"When you have come, why bother to go?" The city gate is filled with unpleasant corpses, and in the big pit not far away, there are still dead bodies that have not been able to be incinerated. The dragon sword in the hands of Mou Zong exudes a dazzling golden light. His eyes are very cold, and the flying body stops the path of the evil spirits.

"Zhong Zhong, we are so many people, not necessarily afraid of you..." The head of the evil repairs was a little trembling, pinching the instruments in their hands, while sipping them to let other people deal with the ancestors, while looking for a chance to escape.

These evil meditations in the weekdays, under the sword of the ancestors, were like radish potatoes, and they were quickly killed by him. The land under their feet had been stained with blood.

The head of the evil repair turned and fled, but he did not fly far away, only heard a wind blowing in the ear, his left arm fell from his body, fell into the pit of the corpse.

"Zhong Yuzhen is a real person. As a sword repairer in the Lingshui world, you are too busy with your business." The evil spirits frequently look to the distant hills, and the Greek monk can come over earlier. "These mortals have a short life, why do you want to take care of this?" Don't be afraid to trouble yourself?

Mou Zong kicked him into the pit and looked at him condescendingly: "The people in this pit are all unwilling and innocent. From today, your soul is here, until all the people All reincarnation, your soul can leave this place."

"No, no..." The evil spirits shook his head again and again. When he turned around, he wanted to step on the corpse and climb outside the pit. A sword crossed his eyes. He opened his eyes and fell down with the people who were killed by them. He kept waiting. The mage is still missing.

When Zongzong’s emptiness catches, he grabs a blue shadow of the soul, bites his finger and puts a few spells on the shadow of the soul, and then throws the shadow of the soul back into the corpse: “There is no resentment here, you must not live forever.”

Swinging the sleeves, all the corpses in the corpse were burned clean, and the ancestors took up the dragon sword and watched the burning flames. They turned and flew in the direction of the evil repairs.

Above the cliff, there is a table and chair palace that has time to withdraw. A beautiful female repairman is at the jade table. She looks up and sees that Zong Zong suddenly descends from the sky, watching the dragon sword in his hand, scared to shrink back. Shrinking, then pulled the clothes down, revealing the white shoulders, and stood up in tears and ran to the ancestral sect: "Xianchang saved his life."

"Retreat." The dragon scorpion sword was unsheathed, and the ancestors pointed at the female repair with no expression, and looked at her from head to toe. "What about people?"

"Xian Chang, what you said is the bad guy who tied me up?" The woman repaired her red lips and looked very charming. "Maybe he noticed the fairy scent, his heart was afraid, and he had already escaped in advance."

She thought, I don't know which sect of the celestial being is so beautiful. There is probably no man in the world who can dress the white dress so tempting.

"Fortunately, there are immortals coming, or slaves will be sinned..."

Her words have not been finished, the sword has penetrated her Lingtai, she bent over her abdomen, and dared to open her eyes. She even used the charm charm, there will be a man in this situation, so easily killing her?

"This is impossible..." Before the death, the female practitioner could not believe this fact.

This must not be a man...

Miao Zong did not look at the woman on the ground, turned and went back. These evil spirits are so sullen, and I don’t know how many lives are contaminated. Such evils, he never talked nonsense, let them live more in the world, is the ruthlessness of the people who died in their hands.

Fatan led his disciples to sit in the clouds, and spent three days and three nights on the curse. On the fourth day, when the sun was about to rise, Fatan opened his eyes and looked at the bones that had lost most of his effectiveness. He got up and sighed: Although the grievances have been over-extended, they are locked in the soul of the sorcerer, and some people need to release them."

"I am going." Lin Biao stood up.

Fatan shook his head: "No, the souls of the Nass are all the souls of the people here. Now their souls are weak, their minds are so big, they can't afford to be a little bit worse. You are just strangers to them, if you are When you get close, you will be attacked by them."

This array is too sinister, and the soul in the sorcerer's squad is like the oil in the oil lamp. Although the fire on the oil lamp is extinguished, the oil cannot be poured out casually.

"Former Lin, this thing is still handed over to me." He held the phoenix head, went to Lin Biao, blessed him, turned and looked at the already bright sky, "I was born from that day. I enjoyed everything that the people gave. I couldn’t help them that year, and today I can’t let them die even if they die.”

"箜篌 girl..."

"Pay attention to safety." Yan Zong looked at him deeply and helped her to worry about her hair. "We are here waiting for you to come back."

Xiao Xiao bent his eyes: "Okay."

"The son!" Lin Biao frowned, although the grievances and suffocation have been suppressed, but the crisis has not really been lifted, how can the son of the public rest assured that the girl went alone?

Mou Zong ignored him, took back the hand placed on the side of the side, slightly tilted up the corner of his mouth, his eyes tender as a hot spring: "Go, I am here."

He nodded and jumped out of the cloud and flew toward the eye.

Miao Zong followed two steps, until Fa Dan read a Buddha's number and stopped.

The wind on the cloud was so big that the robes of the ancestors were blown to the hunt. He looked back at the fan sand sitting on the cross-legged legs, threw the flying sword, and jumped up to chase. Not far from the eye, he stopped and held the dragon sword in his hand.

When I came to the front, I was shocked by the sight. Countless mourning souls, they stretched their arms and tried to climb outside, but they were pulled back again and again. The skull and arms are entangled and squeezed together, and everyone can't get rid of it.

When I walked to the side, a black hand grabbed her ankle. This hand is dry, but it is still the hand of a half-large child. She bent down and smacked on this arm and jumped in without hesitation.

"There is heaven and earth, water and all things, clear air and turbidity. Heaven and earth produce yin and yang, yin and yang, two instruments, two instruments and four images..."

The soul tried to tear her, wanted to step on her shoulder, and left the land where they were forbidden.箜篌 Close your eyes, sit down with your phoenix and cross your legs, and put your fingers on the phoenix string.

These people were born here and buried here, but they should not be bound here.

The music is melodious, like the most peaceful and gentle requiem, a little bit to appease these irrational souls. The hair is messy, the clothes are old, and the ears are painful and unwilling.

All of her is in the middle of the world, but she herself, and the voice she created, is not.

The people in the city looked at the screaming screaming in the grievances. Some people saw their loved ones in the squad. Some people saw their friends in the squad, and they saw more and more wounds on the princess.

They are silent.

"It's raining……"

A drop of drizzle falls, no longer bitter rain, but sweet and delicious.

With the scouring of the drizzle, the angry and sorrowful grievances gradually quieted down, and the clothes that were ruined on their bodies gradually became full and bright, and the wounds on their bodies gradually healed.

The music is not resting, the rain is still down.

The rain drenched the hair of the ancestors, and fell down to his chin along the chin. His eyes looked at the girl in the line, and the long eyelashes were dyed by the water vapor.

"Amitabha." Fatan slowly opened his eyes. "A good soul is alive, and the old man has never heard such a beautiful tunes for many years."

"Master, this is... the soul is going to the birth song?" The disciple Xuan Wudao said, "This girl, but it is a period of cultivation, how can I play such a powerful song?"

"Benevolence does not distinguish between old and young, naturally it is not divided into repairs." Fatan put his hands together and read a Buddha number. "If this woman enters my Buddhist temple, her understanding is much higher than that of Er, but unfortunately..."

One song stopped, the fingers of the plucked string had been bloodstained, and she opened her eyes and saw that the souls in the array turned into light spots and flew away on the road.