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Chapter 510 Nothing is wrong (page 12)

The Weeping Moon and Qionghua stood completely behind Emperor Cuochen, and Shen Caiyan followed Jiang Moshu. Suddenly, the beauty and beauty appeared in the endless hell.

The emperor pointed forward, and the gorgeous magic blossomed like fireworks, erratic like the wind, and lightning shot like a rainbow, like a dreamlike scene.

In an instant, the magic has turned into an altar out of thin air in the endless hell.

Shen Caiyan is the master of the Infernal Prison, and the emperor's every move can't be hidden from her. The iron chains and red lotus are wrapped around the altar, but they are easily slid away, just like trying to catch the moon in the water, but in vain, she laughs. Eternal madness.

I resent the sky and hate the earth. A lonely dream in the spring breeze makes the world full of snow.

Imprisoned by love, I quietly sip poisonous wine, my eyebrows still the same as before.

Sail against the current, surrender to love and hate, and calamity will surely come.

The ghost maid smiled coldly. Sure enough, the emperor knew his own nature and there was no way he would admit his guilt.

If you know that I have sinned against you, it is only within yourself. Even the endless spring and autumn, the vast world, and the small human world cannot judge me or blame me.

"I told the master before that the slave family is the master's gods and demons, but I don't want to think about it today. No matter who he is, whether he is the emperor or the gods and demons, he has his own slave family to serve for the master."

Shen Caiyan stood leisurely and pretty, with an elegant face, just like an immortal transformed into a human being. The palace clothes on her body had silently faded away and transformed into a red lotus armor.

The red lotus fire, the green silk hair, the eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque as before,

Look at the prosperity, look at the care, look back at the end of the world and see the epiphyllum.

The huge war drum is pulled by the iron chain of Renshan and held up by the red lotus of karma. It hangs low like the moon and is alone in the world. It seems to be knocking at the door of the heart and speaking to the heart.

The relief of the Buddha and the deep resentment of the ghost are entangled in one place, and they are no longer distinguishable from each other. They seem to have merged into the ink, and every word I write is mine.

The gods and demons stepped on the altar and cried and chanted, and the ghosts stepped on the war drums and danced passionately.

The mighty magic and the Taoist rhyme colliding in hell are like encountering mortal enemies. They are attacking each other heavily, defending cautiously, cautiously and bravely.

Jiang Moshu and Emperor Cuochen looked at each other, their eyes burning brightly. Today, Qilin and the Emperor must have entered and left together in the Netherworld, but they were destined to die together.

In the endless hell, there is a mixture of blood and tears. Countless war ghosts are clinging to bright blades and possessing karmic fire, rushing up like a blood tide and crashing into the mist of tears.

The emperor stood behind the altar, looking at everything indifferently, watching the war ghosts killing and showing his courage, looking at the endless hell, and the endless fire of karma.

Invisible and qualityless magic appeared out of thin air. All the approaching war ghosts were infected by the seven emotions and fascinated by the six desires. However, they fell into love and hate, turning into crystal tears and falling into the netherworld, leaving only broken swords and The armor seems to be saying that he will not regret it.

Emperor Cuochen smiled softly. In his eyes, the will on the other side was so pure. In the tide of intertwined luck and cause and effect, it was like a solid rock that refused to leave.

The bright dancing posture and the silent figure are really worth appreciating carefully. This is the most precious treasure in the world. It is performed without any reservation, without regard for life and death, and with all kinds of calculations, using one's body as a bait to achieve this peerless performance. dance.

In the past, I only thought that I was the brightest light in the world, and also the biggest darkness caused by the sin of the world. Unexpectedly, the obsession of the Taoist in front of me was not weaker than my own, and the sword bones were sharp and jingling.

"It's so beautiful, Sect Master Jiang. I never thought that a mere spirit ghost could possess mysteries comparable to those of gods and demons." The emperor said.

Amidst the moon-like chanting, the bright fairy shadow is stepping lightly and heavily on the war drum, filled with rugged joy, like boiling joys and sorrows.

It's like the River Styx flowing endlessly, like life and death carelessly passing by each other, like being able to cut off Liu Qingyun, and like being able to drink the sun and the moon go backwards.

"It's very beautiful. I didn't expect that she could do this."

Jiang Moshu smiled and gently touched his palms.

"The clouds are gathered into willow leaves, and Yan Shui is used to make fragrant snowflakes. In front of the emperor's throne, under the netherworld prison, one dance breaks off the killing.

Seeing the world in silence is like a dream, unwinding the eyebrows without any hindrance, taking off the reins, getting a cup of tea, and enjoying the epiphyllum of life. "

The beauty on the war drum smiled tenderly, and the beautiful and beautiful dance contained a delicate humming sound, which was like the sound of nature.

There is water in her beautiful eyes, she turns lightly on her lotus steps, and looks back several times. Her movement and stillness are like mountains and flowing water, soft like feathers, graceful and wonderful, revealing the most touching beauty.

Daozi responded with a warm and jade-like smile, and his tone became more and more passionate,

“I would rather fly ashes and be extinguished at my fingertips than chase the dust and float on the waves and go away with a clank. I don’t want to be ashamed of my prosperity. I won’t cross the hell until it is empty.

The galloping dragon releases the crane and holds the heaven and the earth. How can the flowing light here be taken lightly? Drinking the wind and moon, curling up with the time, going straight into the depths of the killing. "

As Daozi chanted, thousands of war ghosts' smart eyes were filled with burning light and brilliant killing intent.

Just like countless people in humanity, famous and unknown, some fell on the road to charge, some raised their strong chests, some were brilliant in a moment, and some walked forward firmly with heavy loads...

Even the emperor had no choice but to be moved and look intently at the vast tide of war.

This is the heroic spirit of the whole world, vast and immortal, like mountains and rivers, like a huge wall, and it seems that the eternal light of the sun and moon shrouds it.

Even if you are riddled with wounds, you must stand firm. Even if the long snow-capped mountains and rivers of human nature are condensed, you must speak arrogantly with a fiery and strong heart.

A pair of eyes are filled with fire and frost. They have been through one thing and done another. It is normal to just go through fire and water.

The entire Iron Mountain of Infinite Hell shook, and red lotuses swayed, as if they were shocked by the spirit of changing the world.

"It is said that Sect Master Jiang is a talent of King Ming. His murderous nature is rare in the world. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary." Emperor Cuochen couldn't help but reveal a wry smile, but there was an appreciative look in his eyes.

The Shura Path is originally a glorious path among the great avenues of the heavens, but there are really not many people who can pass it.

If you refine your mind by killing, you will be stained by blood, gradually lose your original intention, and turn into an evil ghost who only knows killing.

This Taoist was not affected by the killing rhyme at all, which is really remarkable.

"The emperor's words really make me feel a little ashamed. I just took advantage of some cleverness. These killing and fighting rhymes are actually taken from mortals who have no supernatural powers."

Jiang Moshu nodded slightly and said solemnly.

Heaven and earth can be changed, but in the end there are some things that remain in your heart and are engraved in your soul that cannot be replaced.

Shen Tongyi's own knowledge is indeed shallow, but the stones from other mountains can attack jade. The red color that changes the world in memory, the fire and earth that runs through ancient and modern times, finally leaves a strong mark on this world in another way.

"Mortal? Impossible!

Without supernatural power, power or thought, he will fall with the wind. Even if there is no wind, he will fall at any time!

You said that your killing and fighting rhyme came from them? "

Hearing what Daozi said, Emperor Cuochen couldn't help but be a little stunned. Immediately, he suddenly remembered that during the catastrophe of Yongdu in the Central Plains, the Lord of Xingtian forcefully forced all the heavenly sects to rob all the mortals out of the Central Plains.

Could it be true? Emperor Cuochen looked at Wenrun Daozi with a strange look.

"Emperor, only a civilization with people is meaningful, and a world with people is worthy of my saving.