"I'm not willing to give in! Not long after I died, someone wanted to kill my disciples."
Qing Shui's tone of voice became extremely old, completely different from his original voice.
And the tone revealed sadness and unwillingness.
His eyes shed tears of blood, and a row of neat, white teeth opened at this moment and became extremely sharp.
At the same time, his body suddenly turned over, with his back facing the ground, crawling on all fours, and ran towards Luo Hao.
Luo Hao was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.
He couldn't figure out how Mo Daoli died, and what happened to him?
How could it become like this?
I have heard that some magicians, because they have speculated on too many important things, will die in an extremely miserable and terrifying way, and even turn into some kind of ominous ghost, or even curse.
But it has never been seen before, because the conditions for achieving this are very harsh. It requires the magician to be extremely unwilling to die, and at the same time, it is estimated that the backlash caused will kill him, but it will not completely destroy him.
It can be said that the middle degree is extremely difficult to master.
How did Mo Daoli, a man seeking death, gain such control?
This is so fucking scary!
Behind him, Qing Shui's body became more and more swollen, and even grew an extra head of Mo Daoli.
Luo Hao did not dare to stay for a moment.
In the outside world, Luo Hao and Qing Shui.
Luo Hao ran in circles.
Qing Shui stood still and stretched out his hand to touch around.
There was a formation moving under their feet.
Mo Daoli looked at it and felt it was not strong enough, so he added more fuel to the fire.
Numerous stumps of Mo Daoli's body appeared on Luo Hao's side.
Some have half a body, some have several heads, and some have an old hand crawling and squirming there.
Luo Hao was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting: "Every grievance has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Changfengtian called us here. If you have any grudges, go to him first. As long as you let me go, I will definitely I won’t come to Daozong again.”
As for the clear water on the other side, it was always wrapped in a mist. No sound could be heard and nothing could be seen.
As if abandoned by heaven and earth, ignored by everything.
There was silence all around, and all the original scenes disappeared.
Some are just a fog.
It seemed as if something would come out of the fog at any time, but there might not be anything at any time.
Mo Daoli, who was outside, knew who did it from Luo Hao.
We need to end these two people.
At this time, the two people also opened their eyes at this time.
Perhaps it was the crisis of death that allowed them to see through the fog of the secret.
But they had no chance to escape.
Mo Daoli's two fingers hit the two people's foreheads, and a little inspiration entered their brains.
The two of them collapsed with bleeding from their orifices.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Mo Daoli put the two bodies into coffins.
It can be regarded as a face to these two masters of the three realms.
After receiving the inheritance, he was able to kill the masters of the three realms just like he was playing.
This is not only suppression in the realm, but also high-level suppression in secret techniques.
It's equivalent to not only having a higher level than you, but also the weapons and equipment I use are better than yours.
As a result, these two people did not even have a chance to resist, and died at the hands of Mo Daoli.
The two masters of the Three Realms ended up like this. If people in the world knew about it, it would definitely cause an uproar.
Mo Daoli was no longer prepared to scare his disciples and grandsons at this time. He just lamented that Chang Fengtian had such a grand plan!
In order to deal with him, Daozong actually sent two masters from the three realms.
But what a big deal.
Mo Daoli walked silently, arrived outside his disciple's room, and sneaked in secretly.
He is no longer planning to scare those disciples tomorrow, but he still wants to show some loving care to his direct disciples.
As a result, a layer of restrictions was established.
The screams echoed in the room.
On the second day, when they were offering incense to the deceased previous sect leader as usual, all the disciples discovered it.
This sect leader's face was as swollen as a pig's head.
Facing the doubtful looks from around him, Zhang Yuangui explained: "I practiced last night because I was overly sad and went crazy. Everyone should do whatever they should. Don't worry too much about me."
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Shangming Temple.
Changfengtian was in a main hall, looking at a strange golden body of Bodhisattva.
This Bodhisattva is no different from others, with a graceful figure and a rosy robe.
The strangest thing is that she has no face.
At this time, Master Yuantong, followed by Hui Ci Huineng, came to meet the leader of the Zhengyi Alliance.
Chang Fengtian was puzzled as he looked at the golden body of Faceless Bodhisattva.
Master Yuantong explained from the side: "The Bodhisattva without form has the appearance of the spectators. He has no appearance of himself. The appearance of other people's hearts is the appearance of Buddha."
Changfengtian took advantage of the situation and said, "I heard that the meritorious golden body of Master Yuantong is this Bodhisattva."
Master Yuantong said: "How can a poor monk have such a great fortune? He has the merits and gold body of the Formless Bodhisattva. He is just lucky enough to gain enlightenment and gain a small gain."
Chang Fengtian smiled and said: "Master Yuantong is being humble. After all, the villagers at the foot of the Golden Body Mountain saw the merits of that night."
Chang Fengtian thought to himself: "This old monk really likes to hide his clumsiness."
Master Yuantong sighed helplessly: "That's what the donor thinks. The poor monk has nothing to do. It's just that monks don't talk nonsense. Everything I say is true."
Knowing this, Master Yuantong made a gesture of invitation.
"There are many pilgrims here, let's take a moment to talk."
Chang Fengtian replied: "That's exactly what I meant."
When they came to a small courtyard, Master Yuantong personally brewed a pot of tea for Chang Fengtian.
After Changfengtian took a sip, he started to get to the point.
"Some time ago, I heard that the Sword God had a battle with Master Yuantong. I don't know if it's true or not."
Master Yuantong didn't hesitate too much and replied directly: "How can the rumors in the world be taken seriously? How can I compete with the Sword God? Who is the Sword God?
He drove back a hundred thousand troops with one sword, and blocked the Qingshan Sword with his hands behind his back.
How can this poor monk force him to draw a sword with his little cultivation? "
Chang Fengtian cursed secretly in his heart: "Just now I said that my family will not speak wild words, and now I have started to lie again. The sword God wielded at Shangming Temple made half the country kneel. Except you in the entire Shangming Temple Who else can make the Sword God draw his sword?
Could it be that the sword god is playing with his sword here? "
Although Chang Fengtian thought so in his heart, he still said with a smile: "Master Yuantong is still so humble. I am here to ask Master Yuantong about this matter. It is true that I have admired the Sword God for a long time, but I can't find the Sword God." I have no choice but to come here to inquire about his whereabouts.
At the same time, I also want to inquire about some of the Sword God’s clever tricks. After all, except for the Qingshan Sword Immortal and the 100,000 Northern Barbarians, you are the only one who has ever competed with the Sword God.
Since the Sword God's debut, I have only heard that the opponent has a sword-immortal kneeling down, but what kind of style is this sword?
But I can't find anyone who can give me a detailed explanation and ask Master Yuantong to fulfill my little wish. "
