177, no complaints(2/2)
"With the Golden Palace auction, Song Qianji must have hated the evil Buddha."
"Whoever can kill the evil Buddha is the hero who eliminates the devil. This is a great opportunity for the casual cultivator to make a comeback."
Amidst the speculations, Song Qianji returned to Shuanshan and stopped Meng Zhengsheng.
"Stop using your abilities anymore. Your body is violent and turbulent. If you don't find a place to rest, you will definitely be unquestionable." Song Qianji was really a little crazy this time, and he was even more puzzled, "What are you going crazy?"
Meng Zhengxian's cheeks were sunken, so thin that his bones were firmly erect, and his strangeness was even thicker: "Do not think I don't want to kill you!"
A blood vine was thrusting towards him. Song Qianji could no longer bear it, drew his sword and fought with him to the same place, twisted a talisman and hid it in his sleeve, ready to control the other party at any time.
The footsteps behind him were chaotic, and they stopped three miles away. The flying magic weapon in the sky was suspended without any chaotic.
The pursuers of various sects arrived, fearing the evil achievements of Meng Zhengxian, and no one wanted to be the first to approach.
Someone shouted: "Zhengren Song, I'll scoop for you!"
In just one month, Song Qianji had changed from an old thief in Song to a Zhenren.
"Stop." Song Qianji had no time to care about others and said to Meng Zhengxian, "I'll take you away."
Meng Zhengxian seemed to have never heard of it.
The blood vine became more and more violent, and Song Qianji's sword could only swing faster and faster.
The thick clouds cover the moon, the smoke and dust fill the sky, the rocks roll down, the large cliffs collapse, and the red light and sword shadows intertwined.
Without any warning, Song Qianji heard a voice transmission: "Why are you still saving me, why don't you give up?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Don't beat me. I'll stop the people behind you, go east, and we will..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Meng Zhengxian's eyes.
Song Qianji had a bad intuition and hurriedly pulled away his sword.
Still too late.
The sharp sword pierced the flesh and blood and made a light sound.
A sword penetrates the heart, and blood surges wildly.
White hair dances wildly, red clothes fly.
Meng Zhengxian fell backwards and fell into the abyss.
"Damn!" Song Qianji was furious and jumped down without thinking.
In the distance, everyone saw them falling from the cliff forward and backward, falling into thick fog.
...
The wind was shivering in his ears, and Song Qianji fell down his sword, and he felt that this scene seemed familiar.
Isn’t it the first night after birth that Meng Heze was knocked down on the broken cliff?
See Meng Zhengxian’s figure flashed below and disappeared among the mountain walls.
Song Qianji relaxed his heart, followed closely behind, and rushed into the cave where light was shining.
I saw that the cave was clean and tidy, covered with snow-white velvet blankets and eternal lights.
The four people, Jindao, Jinlu, Jinhai and Jintao, were actually in the cave.
Meng Zhengxian signaled his subordinates not to support him, and staggered two steps and fell on the soft couch.
It turned out to be a fake escape plan. Song Qianji didn't hit him: "Are you sick? Who can hit the sword by yourself?"
"Are you sick?" Meng Zhengxian said, "Who jumped over the cliff by himself?"
Song Qianji turned his head and shouted, "What are you looking at? You won't heal your wounds! The blood is almost over!"
Seeing the four of them, they looked sad and motionless.
Meng Zhengxian nodded slightly.
So Jin Chai presented a wooden box to Song Qianji: "This is the key to the underground palace treasure house."
Jin Lu brought out a jade slip: "This is a treasure map and a cracking method for mechanisms."
Meng Zhengxian raised his sleeves and raised his hand, Jin Tao stepped forward and gave him a wine jar.
Big: "After doing this jar of red dust wine, I will become a big devil in the next life!"
Meng Zhengxian raised his head and drank it hurt.
"Master!" The four of them knelt on the ground and bowed, bursting with tears.
"Be your head! Where is your spiritual medicine?" Song Qianji's face turned pale, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Meng Heze's wrist, and explored the spiritual vein.
The mountain wind blows away the thick clouds, and the moon is full again.
Meng Zhengxian threw the wine jar, his voice calmly, and he slowly said: "You killed me, both good and evil, and everyone in the world will thank you. The things in the treasure house are my accumulation in years. It is enough for you to find a treasure land, establish a sect and become a master, and these four people can be the elders and guardians..."
"You won't!" Song Qianji was crazy about delivering spirits, and could not stop the rapid passing of vitality. "Shut up!"
Meng Zhengxian fell on his shoulders, and blood kept pouring out of the red tattoo, soaking in the red clothes:
"This mountain is called Huishou, and this place is called Sacrifice Cliff. I cannot look back, I can only sacrifice myself. I have entered the Shura path, and I have no hope of ascension, and I do not seek immortality."
"I chose this path, and I will go all the way, without any complaints. When I reach the end, I will not want to be sealed by my subordinates, survive, nor will I become a sensible monster. Tonight I will call you a senior brother, and I am willing to achieve your reputation in your hands."
Song Qianji gritted his teeth and cursed, cursing all the swear words he had heard.
Meng Zhengxian's bloody pupils gradually dissipated: "Senior brother, I saw... the fields of Qianqu spring are really good."
Song Qianji felt his eyes heat up and his eyes were blurred: "Do you believe me?"
Meng ZhengxianRuoyousai: "The Buddhist scriptures say that there are three thousand worlds, I believe what you said. In a certain world, I have family and friends."
Song Qianji took action like lightning, and a "soul-guiding talisman" was pasted on Meng Zhengxian's forehead:
Chapter completed!