MTL - The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 302 [The Death of Life] Soul Broken Wushan Temple

Wushan Temple is also the former Danxin Temple. After the stepping of the throne, the pattern was adjusted and divided into the front hall, the atrium, and the apse.

The two brothers of the Mei family did not go straight in. They stood at the door, and when Xue Meng followed, the older brother told him: "This palace is not quite right, there is a fascination inside."

"What is ecstasy?"

Mei Hanxue explained: "It is a kind of fragrant mist that resembles the Qimen armor. There is a Merlin in the Snow Palace, which is not scattered all the year round."

Xue Mengqing asked with a face: "What role can it play?"

"It will make the criminals unable to find a way." Mei Xuexue said, "This kind of suffocation has no effect on one's own people, but for the intruder, the scene will be distorted, and people will not find a real entrance. You Knowing the ghosts that the people said, it’s probably something like this."

Xue Meng: "..."

Mei Hanxue is cold and cold: "They are delaying the time. I am afraid that someone is fighting in the apse."

Mei Hanxue asked: "What should I do? Going around?"

Mei Hanxue gave him a look: "You have been in the Snow Palace for more than 20 years, you ask me?"

"...cough." When the younger brother was embarrassed, he turned his head to Xue Mengdao. "There is no way, I can only go in and explore the source of the suffocating gas and disperse it." Looked at Xue Meng's face, and comforted, "But you don't Worried, I am the best at this. I often use the Merlin in the back of the snow palace to hide from the women who are looking for trouble. Give me a fragrant time, it should be broken."

With this mention, his older brother's face is dark, and the sound is simply falling from the ice.

"You really have a face."

Xue Meng had no feeling of listening to their gossip at the moment. He went up two steps, and "Oh," opened the door to the front hall of the Wushan Temple.

Just like a spooky mouth opened, the lacquered Zhumen slowly opened, and the inside of the lamp was extinguished, and the air was silent. Xue Meng stepped in and could really feel a light floral fragrance in the air.

He turned back and the Mei brothers were gone. Before I thought about it, the scenes that the three people saw would be different, and no one would see anyone.

At this time, suddenly a familiar voice was uploaded from the throne of the hall.

"Xue Meng..."

The windy winds burst, and the ink-colored gauze was floating. Xue Meng was shocked and shouted: "Ink burning?!"

The voice sighed: "Is it you? Are you here?"

Xue Meng’s throat twitched, tightened his back, and the sword went deep into the dark hall of the light--

The tip of the sword picked up the curtain and he saw it.

Sitting high, a handsome, pale-faced man is closing his eyes. The man leaned on the Rong Jinhua chair and wore nine beads. The eyebrows are dark and cold, and the nose is high, but the curvature is very delicate. A pair of pale lips squinted, not seeing too much.

It is stepping Xianjun.

The face of Teng Xianjun is very poor, and the corpse is slightly white, like the appearance of poison after poisoning. There were some fruit bowls in front of him. The grapes in the plate were purple, the apples were thin, and the colorful mountains and rivers were all in the silver plate, but the people on the throne were not even eyelids. He does not look.

Illusion? real?

The points are not so real. Xue Meng’s brain groaned, when he returned to God, he heard himself saying: “Ink, you...”

Wherein I am squinted from a squatting squint, I still look at the gaze, business whispers, "What..."?

Perhaps the man in front of him is too weak, and perhaps in the storm, Xue Meng has vented his endless anger. At this time, the illusion on the high seat is actually exhausted than anger.

He also doesn't know if the ink will answer or know what it means to do it. He just numbed numbly, asking those who had a crush on his chest that would almost crush him:

"Why are you doing this... Are you born again? You...you and the teacher...you really..."

Of course, stepping Xianjun did not answer. He just snorted softly and then slowly opened the curtain.

In the light of the light, he looked at Xue Meng and said: "Come on, since Kunlun stepped into the snow palace, you and Master, have not met each other for two years."

Xue Meng stunned: "What?"

Stepping on the fairy smiled and said to himself: "Xue Meng, do you miss him?"

Xue Meng slammed and asked: "What Kunlun stepped into the snow palace, what did not see for two years, what messed up?!"

The illusion of ecstasy in front of me is actually the last dialogue between Xuemeng and the same year, and the last speech of Shi Xianjun staying in the world.

The puzzles are born at random, and it is a coincidence that the situation before the death of the two lives was born.

Xue Meng at this time does not know. He was resentful, anxious and scared. He glared at the man in his seat and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Stepping on the eyes of Xianjun, he did not seem to look at him.

It seems that through this real Xue Meng, I look at another shadow that does not exist.

He and the shadow said to himself: "Return to you? Stupid. You don't think about it, I am so hated and hated, how can I allow him to live in this world."

Xue Meng stopped.

Yes... This is an illusion, even if you don’t say anything, you will continue to say it. He is talking to someone he can't see.

What is he talking about?

In the ear, the sentence that Xue Xianjun said, Xue Meng did not understand, so he did not remember too much. But the man's eyes on the throne are so crazy and cold, paranoid and contradictory, which makes Xue Meng all over the body - this is not his brother. He can't recognize it.

Stepping Xianjun is still arrogant: "You want to remind me that he used to beat me to the body, let me swear in front of everyone. I still want to remind me that he used to be for you, for the unrelated people, to block me. In front of me, how many times has prevented me from doing good things, bad to my great cause?"

This violent/jun is like a dragon with a broken claw, and he is exhausted in the mud and retains his last fierceness.

He can't stop talking, like crazy, like a devil. He looks very vicious, but he is exhausted.

He said: "A good teacher and a teacher. His body is stopped at the Honglian otter in Nanfeng. Lying in the lotus, it is well preserved, just like falling asleep."

He added: "His body is maintained by my spiritual power, and it will not be rotted. If you think about him, don't worry about it with me here. If I don't die, go quickly."

Xue Meng stepped on the long stage, Xue Huang clenched in his hand, sweating: "What the **** are you talking about..."

In the last life, who died?

Whose corpse stopped at the Red Lotus?

Whose corpse must rely on the spiritual power of the Emperor, can not be rotted... Who?

In fact, from the words of Stepping Xianjun, from the tomb that was seen before the Tongtian Tower, Xue Meng had already had an answer. However, his mind seemed to be filled with ice slag, and his upper and lower lips were stunned by the shudder.

Who is dead... Who is dead! !

He suddenly twisted his face and rushed to the temple. He reached for the smoldering robes, but the five fingers crossed straight through the illusion.

Stepping on the face of Teng Xianjun, hoarsely said: "Go. Go see him. If it is late, I am dead, and the spirit is broken, he will be gray."

The voice fell, the man was stunned and the poison had already occurred.

Xue Meng is wide-eyed and trembling -

How did all this become like this? What kind of absurdity has this red dust been happening?

"You killed him?"

Xue Meng’s voice is awkward, and he wants to destroy it. “Are you killing him?”

"..."

"You know everything since you were born again. Do you know everything?"

Naturally no one will answer him, but Xue Meng still asks.

There are many answers in this world. Knowing it will not make people happy. It will only make people suffer. But they know this but they still have to ask questions.

Cruel truth and gentle lies, which one is love and which one is hate?

"If you know... why should you lie to us? Brother... How can you bear it... How can you bear it..."

In front of him is the face of the other side, and no one will look good when the poison is attacked. The blood came out from the corner of Ting Xianjun. He stood up and staggered and stood up and walked outside the temple.

"Where are you going?"

Xue Meng Chao’s group of shadows reached out.

"you want--"

Suddenly, the five fingers fell into a group of warmth.

Xue Meng was excited, the floral fragrance between the nose disappeared, and the smashing was the black gold, the back of the sun.

"Ink burning?!"

No ink burned.

The puzzle has disappeared. Xue Meng’s eyes and expressions are very broken and broken. Dreams and illusions, past and present, which ones are true and which ones are fake? Time and space are cracking, so that the once red dust and their world are in a mess. What is really happening, which ink is the real ink, which one is the real self?

His thin face, the broken look looked so pitiful, and his eyes were blind.

After a long time, my eyes are gradually gathering.

In the brown barley, the figure of Mei Hanxue is reflected.

"Wake up." Mei Hanxue let go of his hand and bounced in front of his forehead. Xue Meng had a pain.

"ended."

"..."

Xue Meng had been stiff for a while before finally returning to God. He almost murmured exhaustively: "I'm sorry..."

Mei Hanxue licked his lips: "There is nothing to be sorry. This kind of disorder is very mysterious. The more serious your mind is, the more scary it becomes."

Xue Meng raised his eyes and looked at him with some wet black eyes.

He actually didn't like to talk to Mei Hanxue, but the person in front of him was like the only real and stable existence in the illusion. He could not help but hoarsely said: "What about you? What did you see?"

Mei Hanxue did not answer immediately. After a moment, he smiled and smiled: "Thousands of girls who have been plagued by the past ten years. Hey, a gentle township, it’s really awkward."

"..."

At this moment, they suddenly heard a blasting sound from the apse.

Mei Hanxue’s eyes are iced, and the sword is said: “Go.”

Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue kept up and crossed the stormy atrium. They came to the apse and saw a white gold Manly figure on the roof of the gallery. The figure saw the three people who broke in, the footsteps condensed, and the eyes fell. A thunderous thunder illuminates her face.

Mei Hanxue’s frowning coldly said: “Wood smoke is away?”

There was a sigh in the front: "Mu sister will ignore them, run away!"

The smoke of the wood smoked, although unwilling, but quickly swept away. When Xue Meng arrived, the apse was already a ruined Sui and Tang dynasty. There were broken wood and shattered tiles everywhere. The fire was smashing the broken beams. The silk curtains were burning, and the inexhaustible red tongues rushed to the sky. The black smoke is rolling.

In this market, two smashing white shadows smashed confrontation, the hurricane splashed, and the fire broke out! Both of them shadowed like lightning, and they quickly collided in the air.

Only heard the metal front, the golden light and blue light flashed one after another, and the bricks and shingles slammed, and a rough giant wood in the gravel sand mud waking up like a dragon, and the volume was high. On the other side, a blue wave of spiritual power condensed from the broken bricks, and the waves surged.

The shadows of the people, one left and one right, stand on the top of the giant wood and the wave.

Xue Meng suddenly lost color: "Master!"

No matter what the truth is, it’s Xuemeng’s instinct to be in the midst of danger.

Mei Hanxue narrowed his eyes and greeted the splattered mist of water, muttering: "Shi Mingjing..."

The two men who had stormed the storm were the former masters and apprentices, Chu Ning and Shi Mingjing.

But what is embarrassing is that Shi Ming's net body is covered by a layer of powerful spiritual flow that is obviously belonging to the emperor. The skin exposed to the air is covered with black mantras, and the meridians are even more violent.

Xue Meng rushed up: "What is going on?!! Teacher, teacher -"

With a bang, Xue Meng was popped out of the battle, and he barely climbed up, only to see a golden sea otter barrier in front of him.

Chu nightning looks very poor, Senran said: "Don't come."

Mei Han Xue took a few steps forward and stood beside Xue Meng. He stared at the strange and powerful flow of power, and frowned. "... strange. It used his own water system tricks, but all of them were distributed. The power of another person."

Just a little bit of stagnation, Chu Xiaoning and Shi Mingjing also smashed their hands, and their spiritual powers were completely released at the moment, and the powerful gas field forced the other three to be breathless. .

Beidou Xianzun’s foot and the vines flew, and the hands of Jin Jianhuai, the Jianguang flashed, illuminating his eyes more than the sword front, he was as light as Yan, slammed the sword and fell to the division!

"Chu Ning!!"

The anger of the teacher is almost distorted.

"I have never killed you in the two worlds - do you treat me like this?!"

With a loud bang, he raised his hand and sealed it. A deep blue barrier suddenly opened in front of the teacher, and he was attacked by Chu Yuning.

However, if you look closely, you can find that the barrier was not born out of thin air, but was born out of a non-sheltered knife - it is not returning! The sorcerer's body is all the violent stream of stepping on the immortal king, so that he does not return to the owner, and listens to his call and works for him.

Chu Yuning’s eyes were dark, and he said, “No, you have killed me both.”

The golden sword is pumping back, and the beautiful streamer is shining. The barrier formed by the teacher has been faintly cracked. But see the late night of Ning volley, the long legs smashed toward the cracks, borrowed the force to swept, and then throw the sand in his hand to him! Only heard the thunder of the storm, the sky just rolled over the rumble of dark clouds, in this stormy light and thunder in Kyushu, Huai Sha slammed / wore the enchantment of the sergeant!

The teacher did not return to the block, but he was not a slight rain.

He couldn't carry the power of Huai Sha, and Mo Mo got out of his hand and slammed it into the ground. Then, Shenwu Jinjian straight sorcerer squats!

"Oh..." The teacher barely avoided, but avoided the heart, but avoided other places, only heard the sound of the brush, the blood splashed, and the sand penetrated the shoulders of the teacher, **** back. It’s in the middle of the night.

The sergeant fell back to the ground and fell down in the broken bricks, but he tried to hold the wound and climb up.

His eyes flashed with extreme anger and embarrassment: "Why are you blocking me! What is the use of you to stop me?! Those who stop me from dying can live? Can you help me with your days? Can the world go back to the past!!"

Chu nightning plundered from the heights, pointed to the ground, and then stood in the ruins of the debris.

He was soaked all over, hurt and bloody, and his expression was indifferent. It was not like Chu Ningning at any time.

What he said was true.

Eight bitter long hate flowers swallowed up his lover, so he has died in the hands of Shi Ming. For two lifetimes.

"You are doing something late! Do you know what you can do to stop this?!" The teacher is almost crazy. He screams at the night of the night, and the heavy rain falls on the side of the two, but You can't kill the hate fire. "You should have returned to the past after opening the door to life and death in the previous life. You killed the smoldering and tore his knives and pieces into a piece of burnt ash." You should kill him! ”

"..." Chu nightning eyes are cold.

"What redemption has come from the beginning! Joke! Just because you want to save him, you don't want to kill him, I can get the spiritual core that he has regained strength! I can recast the emperor, and I have the situation of today!" Said, actually laughed haha.

Eyes such as snake teeth, such as scorpion claws, such as bee needles, venom juice.

The teacher gnawed his teeth and said: "Because you... you can't do it. You are not trying to stop me? If you kill the killer earlier, then everything is over, what else is there?!"

"You are tired of these two worlds!"

"Don't think that you are what night night Yuheng Beidou Xianzun, what have you done? You didn't do anything! I just used the time and space cracks you left to master the mystery of the first ban, only to reopen life and death. The door, ruined the world, there is also a credit for you... hahaha, hahahahahaha-"

The laughter is as sticky as a spider web.

He turned upside down, his mouth bleeds, his body's magic lines are fading a little bit, but he doesn't care, trying to insult the people in front of him with the most vicious words, cursing the people in front of him.

I used to have a heartbeat and love it.

They all vanished in this torrential rain.

He probably looked down on Chu, or looked at himself. In the past, he was full of self-confidence, thinking that Chu Nighting could become his own play in the palm of his hand. As long as the chain is tight, it doesn't matter if you play it. It is not necessary for his life. But at the moment -

"If you have come from the beginning..." The peach eyes flashed with anger and coldness, and the teacher glared at the **** shoulders. "...I must kill you."

The last point is that the magic pattern has disappeared.

The strong spiritual flow in the teacher’s body was lost.

Lying on the ground, it became the sphenoidal beauty seat.

The teacher sighed slightly, looking at the night, across the rain curtain.

He has already used the last killing trick - borrowing God. This trick he used to be in the face of the re-emergence of the burning, in the evening of Lin Lingyu Inn, he used it.

It is a move, but it is better to say that it is a kind of elixir. The medicine is tempered with the blood of the Emperor, and allows him to gain the power of ink burning in a time around the incense.

Although the power is not the real strength of the ink, it will always be a bit worse, but in many cases, it is enough.

This time, he failed to beat Chu Yuening in a short time, which means that he has been poor.

He is very clear.

Xue Meng was numb at the side of the scalp, and he was at a loss. He said: "Master?? Teacher?"

Although the sound was weak, the place where the teacher fell was not far from Xuemeng. He heard it and turned his head. Four eyes are opposite, and Xue Meng’s brain is more and more blank.

The teacher looked at him for a while, and his eyes suddenly flashed, and then the face of Zhang Junxiu’s fabulous face slowly began to reveal a trace of sorrowful smile.

"Little Lord……"

Xue Meng suddenly shocked.

In the meantime, the eyes of the teacher are still the eyes of the past, and the face is still the face of the past. He is so embarrassed and so weak, and he does not say anything, but only reaches out to Xue Meng.

Xue Meng is standing on the edge of the enchantment, as long as he can't help himself take a step - no, half a step is enough, then...

However, at this moment, the entanglement of the side is suddenly a strong Huaguang! Everyone is a glimpse, and the eyes are all on the top. I saw that this murderous blade suddenly bursts out of the light without any warning. The light is scary for a while, and it is fascinating for a while, staggering back and forth more than ten times, erupting A strong current!

Mei Hanxue said: "Be careful!" Xue Meng, who will almost step out of the enchantment, came back.

Then they saw that they did not fall apart and rose into the storm, and then they were like a meteor, and they rushed to the back of the mountain to smash! !

In this case, the monks who started the attack on the mountain and were playing against the Manchu chess pieces also saw it. Everyone was surprised: "What is that?"

"what happened?"

The teacher narrowed his eyes and fell on the ground and looked at the red light that suddenly filled the back of the mountain. The red light penetrated his cousin, and then he picked up his fingertips and closed his eyes. After a while, the teacher suddenly understood and slammed his eyes, and there was ecstasy on the face.

"Take the fairy!!"

Chu night Ning suddenly turned back, his face pale.

The teacher laughed and laughed, and the light of the tiger wolf: "He didn't die... Hahaha... He didn't die!" I don't know where the strength comes from, he climbed from the ground, when everyone still reacted. He ordered several acupuncture points to stop bleeding, and then the **** robes were on display. He had already swept over the corrugations in a moment, and leaped in a few steps, plunging into the garden.

"Master respect..."

Chu night can not stop, he turned his head and looked at Xue Meng, said to Mei Xuexue: "Please look after him." He took off and plunged the ground, followed by the teacher.

The teacher was light and light, and he did not lose to Master in the light. When the two were in tandem, the teacher couldn’t get away from the night, and Chu Ning could not hold him for a while. The two men swept to the back of the mountain, but everything in front of them was enough to make people stand and horrify.