Ghost King Ji Qingcang was also seriously injured, especially the ghost mask on his face was shattered by the bright light, and a face with scars appeared.
The scars were like earthworms attached to Ji Qingcang's face, which was terrifying and ferocious.
The old wounds of the burning library have not been removed, but new ones have been added.
The ghost-like Pluto King Ji Qingcang, the veins on his forehead suddenly popped up, and shouted: "Xiao Yunsheng, you deserve to die."
Xiao Yunsheng struggled again and again, and slowly stood up, feeling peaceful in his heart.
While stroking his hands, those orange eyes like flames showed unspeakable determination.
Although exhausted, his momentum was especially at its peak, like an unyielding Kunpeng, arrogantly arrogant to the world.
Another example is a green pine standing erect.
Although a strong wind blows by, it is still unyielding.
When Xiao Yunsheng's momentum was overwhelming, his mental power also improved further and became more refined and thorough.
"This son's will is astonishing.
If he is not eliminated today, he will be regarded as a serious problem."
Ghost King Ji Qingcang felt a faint fear towards Xiao Yunsheng for the first time.
Ghost King Ji Qingcang gathered all his spiritual power and shouted: "Nine Extremes Ghost Thunder" Nine ghost runes and inscriptions rotated in the air, like nine ghost lamps, igniting nine dark black fires, whizzing down and the whole sky became dark.
In an instant, the dark sky was suddenly split open by a huge bolt of lightning.
Xiao Yunsheng jumped up and pointed directly at the sky with one palm.
His figure illuminated by lightning at the moment of "Come on" is still solidified in the legend thousands of years later.
"Kunpeng comes to the sky."
Xiao Yunsheng seemed to have once again deepened his understanding of the profound meaning of Kunpeng Yin and Yang Jue, with his long hair flying and fighting spirit boiling on his face.
The left hand is Kun and the right hand is Peng.
The momentum of one palm and one punch is as vast as the sea.
No one of the same age in the world can defeat him.
Like the ultimate blow, the explosions continued, like thunder, echoing in the sky, deafening Boom boom boom boom Xiao Yunsheng bleeded from all his orifices, covered his face and fell to the ground.
Ghost King Ji Qingcang also had blood on his face and looked up to the sky with a smile: "I'm finally dead.
Today, I can get rid of the serious troubles and serious injuries.
It's worth it.
I'm so happy."
Tang Linglong burst into tears and ran away, hugging Xiao Yunsheng tightly.
She found that she was breathless and burst into tears.
Ghost King Ji Qingcang was no longer looking at Xiao Yunsheng, but turned around and walked step by step towards Murong Xue, the eighth generation ancestor of Canghai Villa, who was healing his wounds with his legs crossed.
Although the pace is slow, every step is like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts.
"Oh, forget it.
Today I will shed my last drop of blood for Canghai Villa, which has been protected by my ancestors for generations."
Murong Xue, the eighth-generation ancestor, simply stopped healing his wounds, stood up, concentrated on chanting Buddhist scriptures, and said: "Buddha said: Buddhas are people from the past, and people are future Buddhas.
Buddha divides all things in the world into ten realms: Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Sound.
Hearing, Pratyekabuddha, gods, asuras, humans, animals, hungry ghosts, and hells; gods, asuras, humans, animals, hungry ghosts, and hells are the six realms of sentient beings; the six realms of sentient beings must experience the reincarnation of cause and effect, and experience pain from it.
In the painful process, only by understanding the true meaning of life can we achieve eternal life.
Phoenix, Nirvana."
The sound of nature-like chanting floated out, and the area around Canghai Villa was extremely peaceful.
There was silence within a few miles, and there was no sound.
The only sound was Tang Linglong's faint sobs and the rock-solid step by step of Ghost King Ji Qingcang.
Voice.
Tap tap tap Ghost King Ji Qingcang's steps became slower and slower, the golden Buddha's light turned into simple characters and lingered endlessly, and every step was like a huge stone blocking the way.
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft With each step forward, the eighth-generation ancestor Murong Xue spurted out a mouthful of blood, causing huge losses.
Ghost King Ji Qingcang's spiritual power was also gradually depleted.
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The little bits of Buddha's light that were scattered with each step dissipated and floated around.
Some of the golden light was absorbed into Xiao Yunsheng's body and disappeared.
"Buddha said: Destiny is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart, everything in the world is transformed.
If the heart does not move, everything will not move.
If the heart does not change, everything will not change."
Murong Xue, the ancestor of the eighth generation, chanted the sutra perseveringly again.
The scattered bits of Buddha's light gathered more and more, and slowly moved closer to Xiao Yunsheng.
After dozens of breaths, a slight heartbeat suddenly came from Xiao Yunsheng's body, once, twice, three times, dozens of times, faster and faster.
It became more and more majestic and powerful.
No one noticed it, only Tang Linglong who was holding Xiao Yunsheng felt it.
Although Tang Linglong didn't know the reason, she was overjoyed and cried louder to cover up Xiao Yunsheng's heartbeat.
A trace of spiritual power was condensed and born in Xiao Yunsheng's body, slowly flowing around the major meridians.
After dozens of breaths, it was like a stream of water.
After a hundred breaths, it is like a rushing river.
Hundreds of breaths later, like the rolling waves of the vast ocean, the major meridians of Xiao Yunsheng's body were constantly washed away.
Once, twice, a hundred times, a thousand times Unknowingly, Ghost King Ji Qingcang had come to stand a few meters away in front of the eighth generation ancestor Murong Xue.
In the distance, the figure of Murong Ruyi, the owner of Canghai Villa, moved.
He had already woken up, but he was powerless and unable to move.
Murong Xue, the eighth generation ancestor of Canghai Villa, stopped chanting sutras, took out the golden bell, touched it gently, as if touching his most beloved person, and murmured to himself: "Old man, I have to use you again, I am I really can't bear it.
Let's live and die together today."
After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Yunsheng, who was surrounded by Tang Linglong.
Murong Xue, the eighth generation ancestor of Canghai Villa, tapped the golden bell and said, "Go ahead."
The golden bell turned into a golden dragon, swaying its head and tail, whizzing away.
Suddenly the golden dragon disappeared, replaced by a big golden bell.
The bell was hundreds of feet high, with a golden dragon coiled on the wall of the bell, and hanging inside the bell.
The huge golden beads were knocked upside down towards Ji Qingcang, the King of Ghosts and Pluto.
The golden beads collided with the wall of the bell, and a loud sound suddenly came out.
The sound of this bell was so powerful that even the extremely solid majestic mountain below was shaken to nothing.
It was so powerful that it was frightening.
"Crying ghosts and howling gods" Ghost King Ji Qingcang's spiritual power swarmed out, thousands of souls condensed in his palm, and he waved the sky with one palm.
There was a loud bang, and the ghost Pluto Ji Qingcang screamed and flew hundreds of meters backwards, his injuries worsening.
Murong Xue, the eighth generation ancestor of Canghai Villa, rolled several times in the air and fell straight to the ground, dying.
After the bell rang, the golden bell turned into a golden dragon.
It held the golden beads in its mouth and swam away in the air, gradually disappearing into the depths of time.
Murong Xue, the eighth generation ancestor of Canghai Villa, looked up at the sky with a peaceful expression.
He looked at the disappearing golden bell and murmured to himself: "You still left.
The only thing you left behind left me today.
Meng Xiaoyao, you You know how much I miss you."
"I missed you that day when I first met, it was like a dream.
I was shocked to realize that I didn't show my love for you.
It turned out that it was just because it was deep in my bones.
I didn't know where it started.
It went deeper and deeper."
"Perhaps I was a peach blossom tree in my previous life.
You danced your sword under the tree and rolled up the petals, thinking you could take me away.
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Little did you know, I was still where I was, and you just turned around gracefully."
"Dependent origination is extinguished, and the origin of dependence is empty.
I regret not going with you in the first place.
Hatred arises from misunderstanding, hatred arises from love.
If life is just like the first time we met, how wonderful it would be.
You know, I have practiced Buddhism for five hundred years.
Zai, just so that I can meet you in the next life."
"Buddhism says that there are three stages of a person's enlightenment: exploration, letting go, and freedom.
Today I let go and achieved great freedom."
After saying that, Murong Xue, the eighth generation ancestor of Canghai Villa, suddenly had his body shattered inch by inch and turned into ashes.
Only a small figure with bright golden light jumped out from the center of Murong Xue's eyebrows and stood in the air.
He looked at everyone in Canghai Villa kindly, and then his eyes stayed on Murong Ruyi, the owner of Canghai Villa.
After a few breaths, the golden light dissipated and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Quack, quack, the power of the golden bell is boundless.
If Murong Xue, the witch, was not seriously injured, we still don't know who will win today.
It's a pity that success is king and defeat is defeat.
I win, ancestor," Ghost Pluto Ji Qingcang screamed , his two eyes emitted a fierce light as sharp as needles, but they were fixed on the space ring in the hand of Murong Ruyi, the owner of Canghai Villa.
Ghost Pluto walked towards Murong Ruyi and said: "Murong Ruyi, there is no need to struggle, just hand it over, the overall situation has been decided."
"Don't hurt my master's life."
Ling Chengwen, a disciple of Canghai Villa, rushed over and stepped forward to stop Ghost King Ji Qingcang.
Ghost King Ji Qingcang waved his big hand gently, like sweeping away flies, and slapped Ling Chengwen, a disciple of Canghaishan Villa, dozens of meters away, and landed next to Murong Ruyi.
"If anyone else is dissatisfied, just come forward," Ghost King Ji Qingcang said coldly.
"I" a strong voice came from behind
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