I said Dongli in adversity

In the Ghost Forest Swamp, a wooden house that was not very special was filled with an ominous aura. All around the swamp, thousands of ghosts and evil spirits gathered together, wailing.

Xia Fengdu stood outside the wooden house, watching the changes in the wooden house little by little, and endless fear extended in his heart.

There is no one in the world but I will not kill you.

All the killers on the Blood List were almost killed by Bai Yuheng with a single sword stroke outside the Ping'an Inn.

The rest, Jueqingshu, who was originally a candidate for "people", entered the Ping An Inn and directly rejected the invitation of the blood list.

As a doctor, Tian Bugu was almost absorbed by Ping'an Inn, and was no longer able to make waves in the world.

The others all died. Only she was able to survive because she did not participate in that action.

However, in fact, Xia Fengdu's heart was not at peace. The aura of the person in the wooden house became increasingly mysterious and terrifying, and even she found it difficult to get close to him.

She could still be in the house, but she retreated outside the wooden house because of the strong and strange aura.

The people in the wooden house seemed unaware. There was almost no noise in the wooden house, only the sound of pages turning.

Gray-white fingers that had lost their human color brushed over the words on the page over and over again, and low murmurs echoed softly in the wooden house, as if they were having an indescribable conversation with someone, but inside the wooden house, it was clear There is only one person.

This scene has been repeated countless times in the wooden house.

Suddenly, the person who was translating the book in his hand paused and suddenly raised his head. Under the same gray hair, a face full of evil spirits and a pale green face like a dead person was revealed. He seemed to be aware of something and kept talking. He made a meaningless laugh.

"Lord, you..." Xia Fengdu heard the unusual laughter in the house, and his face became even more unpredictable. He was about to speak, but saw a black mist sweeping out of the wooden house, carrying an ominous aura. Even the murderous snake and scorpion was trembling with fear at this moment.

"Leave, otherwise, you will die here." The person in the wooden house said in a low voice.

The originally pure Confucian robe was now shrouded in black mist, with some black patterns added to it. Nearly two-thirds of the entire Confucian robe was stained with a strange and ominous black.

"This is an order."

Order, order...

Xia Feng shivered for no reason. He had been with the person in the room for some time. He saw the changes in that person in his eyes. Seeing that person becoming more and more dangerous, she became more and more sinking. Until now...

She knew that if she really wanted to stay here, she would definitely die, but not in the hands of outsiders, but in the hands of people inside the house.

This was an unfounded premonition, but she was certain that this feeling was not groundless.

"Yes."

After a brief reply, Xia Fengdu picked up his body and left. In the huge ghost forest swamp, only a translator living in isolation and countless evil spirits surrounding the wooden house were left.

And not long after Xia Fengdu left, I saw a finger of Pishen, a palm of Pure Yang, and a sword of Purple Dragon, three moves in parallel, sweeping away the dust and haze of the ghost atmosphere, and then hearing the clear and clear poem call, echoing in the ghost forest and swamp, the Confucianism style Haoyang cleanses away all evils.

"Reminiscing about the confusion and killings, how about the hatred of the past. Writing black poems on silk has endless hatred, and working hard and sleeping all night is in vain."

"Now that I'm done with it, I'm done with it. If I'm looking for time, there will be no time. I was born without covering my body, so I took off my clouds to make a monk's robe."

"The article will shine through the ages, the morality will spread throughout the world, and the world will talk about it. I am the only Confucian who respects me."

"At the beginning of Huayang, the red gate is red, the sparse buildings are replaced, and the dragon and Lin are not less elegant; the purple gold flute, the white jade harp, the palace lanterns are bright at night, and the night is in full bloom, and they are drunk and lying down."

Shi Yanwen, Mr. Yaseng Buddha, Tai Shihou, Shulou Longsu, the four masters of Confucianism arrived hand in hand. They cut off all roads from east to west, north and south, and vowed to expose it today. 》The truth.

"Dian Feng Que." Sensing the ominous atmosphere in the wooden house, Young Master Yasengfo spoke first, "This is a matter of boundless learning, so please show up and see me."

"The atmosphere is ominous, please ask the Supreme Master to show up!"

Compared with Mr. Fo, Tai Shihou's tone was obviously much heavier. There was an ominous atmosphere all around, but it also revealed a hint of familiarity, which invisibly proved that what Shi Yanwen said was true.

In this way, how could Tai Shihou, who regarded his knowledge as boundless and his reputation as heavy as a mountain, be polite?

However, the words between the two people were scattered by the wind, and there was no response from inside the wooden house.

There was only a slight sound of turning pages, from light to heavy, from blur to clear, and an ominous atmosphere enveloped the surrounding area.

"Huh? Teacher, the student is offended!" Shulou Longsu made a decision immediately, the fan flew, the purple dragon shadow appeared, and the fierce sword energy went straight to the wooden house. There was only a bang, and the wooden house collapsed under the sword energy, and the smoke dispersed When I went there, I saw a lonely figure sitting upright, wearing a Confucian robe with clear black and white, full of death aura, evil power, and a hint of awe, holding "The Age of the Dead Country" in his hand, as if he was indifferent.

"Dianfengque!"

"Master Taixue!"

Different names, pointing to the same person. The person who was addicted to the book seemed to have just woken up at this moment. He raised his head and looked back. The expression on his face changed several times, from gentle to serious, from righteous and awe-inspiring to full of evil, but he turned around.

"Thousands of books, past and present, disappear forever, and the dawn from a window sends the fleeting years away. The road blocks and crossroads will heal on their own, and the light boat will be boundless in the sea of ​​eucalyptus."

The changing tone of voice, the changing chants, the changing color of the robes, seeming to be good or evil, no matter what, everyone knows that the person in front of them is no longer the person they were familiar with in the past.

"Bai Yuheng, are you so impatient to find out the existence of the God of Death?"

The Supreme Master slowly closed the book "The Age of the Dead Kingdom" in his hand. He was dressed in a strange Confucian robe, automatic in the absence of wind, and the terrifying aura was rising steadily.

"Dian Feng Que, what are you..." Mr. Fo couldn't believe that his former friend, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was now like this.

"Xian Zhiyin, how about me?"

With a hoarse tone, he raised his hand to unleash mighty destructive power, and with a casual palm of his hand, he unleashed earth-shattering power!

However, he saw the Confucian robes fluttering, the mysterious clothes fluttering, the figure of the knife and pen torture instrument flickering, and the palms filled with pure essence, stepping forward to block Xian Zhiyin's move.

"Xian Zhiyin, there is no room for you to be distracted on the battlefield!" Tai Shihou said coldly, then looked at the Taixue Master.

"Master Taixue, please stay calm and don't make the same mistake again and again, otherwise!"

"Otherwise? What should I do? Tai Shihou!"

"Otherwise, Confucianism and Legalism will not tolerate it!"

Tai Shihou took a step forward and raised his eyebrows with his hands behind his hands. The person in front of him was the person he respected the most in the past, but it was precisely because of his kindness in the past that he could not see him making mistakes again and again.

"Ah."

Daobi Xingyi's awe-inspiring words only elicited a sneer from the Supreme Master, who had half-stepped into the realm of demons, and turned back to look at Shulou Longsu.

"Long Su, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time see."

The person in front of me is no longer the same person as before, but my teacher's kindness cannot be forgotten.

But after a salute, it was time to respond with a sword. It was precisely because of the kindness of his teacher in the past that he could not be seen to be controlled by evil spirits now.

"Shi Yanwen." The Supreme Master's eyes finally fell on Shi Yanwen.

"Confucian Xia, ha, the Jade Saint who is incompatible with this world, but has a lot of fate, do you want to challenge the power of death just by you and them?"

"Innocent!" (End of Chapter)