Zhu Chungang's ninth heavenly tribulation was as thick as a bucket, Yu Qiuyang's heavenly thunder turned into a dragon, and the ninth heavenly tribulation faced by Xiang Que was not so small, the heavenly thunder fell from the sky and fell straight to Que's body, and suddenly a roar came from his body.
"I'm not reconciled to ······" Xiang Que was silent, and seemed to have died under Wang Kunlun's wooden sword.
Before the catastrophe came, Qi Changqing dragged Wang Kunlun back quickly, drifting into the distance, and the heavenly thunder slashed backwards, and suddenly countless black threads spread from his body, and the evil thoughts hidden in the earth were completely annihilated under the heavenly thunder.
"Boom ······" After a continuous loud noise, the top of the West Mountain seemed to be disturbed in an instant, and the entire mountain was razed to the ground, and the mountain was chaotic and chaotic as far as the eye could see, and the soil and stones on the thirteen graves were destroyed and scattered in all directions, and the feet of several people trembled, and several peaks were in the middle of several peaks Echoes echoed after the thunderstorm.
After waiting for a long time, the aftermath of the catastrophe gradually dissipated, Wang Kunlun, Wang Xuanzhen and Cao Shanjun quickly ran towards the top of the West Mountain without waiting for the dust to disperse, Qi Changqing looked at the soul lamp in his hand that had been extinguished, and said dumbly: "No, you don't have to go over······ The three of them didn't seem to hear Qi Changqing's words, and after running to the top of the mountain, they searched around in panic, and a pit with a depth of more than one meter and a diameter of more than four or five meters appeared in the middle of the mountaintop, which was the place where Xiang Que was located when the ninth heavenly tribulation descended after the eighth heavenly tribulation was smashed to the ground At this time, there was no such figure, only countless rubble and falling snowflakes.
"Poof" Wang Kunlun sat on the ground blankly, and the wooden sword in his hand was thrown out by him fiercely: "I killed my brother?"
” "What about people?
What about people?
Even if it's dead, where are the people?
What about corpses?
Don't even have a bit of scum left?
Impossible, this impossible" Wang Xuanzhen walked back and forth on the top of the mountain with his feet in confusion, his eyes red and searching for the top of the mountain over and over again.
Cao Shanjun folded his hands and read the Dharma number in eleven voices, and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting the scriptures in his mouth.
Although Xiang Que had too many signs of arranging the aftermath before, and they already had the worst prediction of the outcome in their hearts, but when they had to face this cruel fact, it was still difficult to accept the news that Xiang Que had died Parting from life and death is one of the most unacceptable sufferings in life.
"Step, step, step" Qi Changqing took heavy steps and let out a long sigh.
Wang Xuanzhen frowned and said, "Senior brother, even if a person dies, the body can always be left behind, right?"
” Qi Changqing said silently: "Under the ninth heavenly thunder, I can't stand it, and it will naturally be wiped out."
"Where's the bone slag?
What about clothes?
Nothing left?
” Qi Changqing shook his head silently again and said no more.
Cao Shanjun opened his eyes and looked at the life soul lamp in his hand, Wang Xuanzhen's eyes also fell on it, and the two people who knew this bronze ancient lamp "chuckled" in their hearts, and the light went out when they died!
The top of Xishan Mountain was desolate, with a touch of sadness, and the four of them stood on the spot, silent.
Xiang Que has made countless enemies in his life, and he has only a few friends, but if he can hand it over, it would be too simple for you to describe it as a friend who is not rebellious, Wang Kunlun, Wang Xuanzhen or Cao Shanjun, Xiang Que only needs to say a word, how about a brother blocking a knife for me?
There is absolutely not one of the three will be vague, no one will frown when Xiang Que says that he wants to block two knives, even if he dies because of this, no one will complain about Xiang Que in the Netherworld, because Xiang Que has been a desperate San Lang for them a few times before.
"Senior brother, aren't you able to push out Xiang Quan's life and death?"
Wang Kunlun suddenly turned around and said.
"Before Xiang Que faced the old grave of Xishan, when my master and uncle were leaving, we studied his victory or defeat this time" Qi Changqing rubbed the life soul lamp in his hand, and said with a face full of vicissitudes: "The odds of winning are less than fifty percent, I can't see any results, his numerology is blinded by heaven, and none of us can force it."
Calculate his life and death, everything can only depend on the destiny of heaven" Xiang Que faced the old tomb of Xishan, not only did he have no bottom in his heart, but the Gujing View was also very uncertain, if Xiang Que could easily step over, Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang would not pave the way for him again and again when they left, only when they were extremely unable to see the road ahead, the two of them were able will not make frequent moves, and it can be indirectly seen from this point that Qi Changqing, Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang's psychology has always been beating the drum.
After all, this is a wisp of demons forcibly drawn out by Jizo Bodhisattva, and if you use the equation to convert, you can also judge what level of character Jizo is, even if his heart demon is not as good as his, it is also a tough character.
"Though dead······ Although he is still glorious in death" Qi Changqing suddenly put the life soul lamp in his hand on the ground, and said softly: "Then here, build a grave for him" "Okay, let's do it ourselves" Wang Kunlun immediately threw the long sword in his hand into the soil.
"No, parents, that ······" Wang Xuanzhen asked hesitantly.
Qi Changqing frowned: "Let's put it over there first, if you can drag it out, there are some things that the old man can't tell them for the time being when he is old, and also, it's a matter of time before I join the way, and I won't talk about life and death, after I leave, Gujing Guan needs you to take care of it, and Chen Xia's side."
Don't worry too much, the main thing is the child, it's more troublesome" Wang Kunlun suddenly said: "I'll go over" Wang Kunlun rushed from Xishan to Qufu on the third day after saying this, and changed from a generation of killing gods to a male nanny, and he has been protecting the end.
Although Xiang Que's death may be because of the catastrophe or the evil thoughts hidden in the earth, Wang Kunlun has never been able to forget, he personally inserted a wooden sword into Xiang Que's heart, after the sword went down, he directly noticed that Xiang Que went from being angry like a gossamer to killing with a sword, he always deliberately avoided the first two reasons, and blamed Xiang Que's death on himself, and he never came out of this shadow for a long time, and gradually this new era of killing gods became a little sunk, after that he never moved with anyone again, and unloaded a magnificent bodyand then put all hope in it put it on the child's body and carefully cared for her growth.
But what no one ever thought was that Wang Kunlun's heart had undergone some kind of bizarre change in such a huge change, he had a very kind of state of becoming a demon with a thought and becoming a Buddha with a thought, from killing gods to civilians, from murderous to ancient wells, and the whole person was imperceptibly imagining less than the metamorphosis.
A new earthen tomb towered on the top of the West Mountain, and the thirteen lonely tombs that had occupied the West Mountain for an unknown number of years have disappeared since then, and this new tomb looks desolate and plain, just an ordinary dirt bag, on which a piece of slashed tree trunk was erected to make a tombstone, There was no ornate language carved on the board, just a few strokes and a line of words.
"Gujingguan disciples, the tomb of Xiang Quan" The new grave rises, and the old man leaves!
The four of them looked at the grave silently for a long time, and suddenly, in the woods not far behind them, a large eagle eagle suddenly flapped its wings and flew away, rushed into the sky and flew towards the southeast, instantly turned into a black spot, and then disappeared.
"Huh" Cao Shanjun was suddenly stunned, and watched Hai Dongqing leave in a daze, Qi Changqing also forgot about the past suspiciously, and frowned.
After a long time, a "sleeping" movement came.
Cao Shanjun's face changed from initial sadness to surprise and incomprehension, which was also mixed with inexplicable joy: "That eagle ······ It's Xiang Quan's natal spiritual pet, the person is dead, why is Hai Dongqing still there?
” Wang Xuanzhen asked: "What carving, what natal spirit pet?"
Cao Sanjun suddenly danced with his hands, and said incoherently: "There is a white-clothed Bodhisattva in our Tibetan area, and the Bodhisattva raised a ferret, which is her natal spiritual pet······ Later, after Xiang Que learned about this, he kept thinking about getting this secret technique from the Great Bodhisattva."
Wang Kunlun hurriedly interrupted him: "Got it?"
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” "It's in hand, I personally handed over the secret technique to him" Cao Shanjun looked at the top of the mountain suspiciously, and said confusedly: "Something is wrong, the natal spirit pet and Xiang Que have been connected together, if the person dies, the bird will not be able to live, but what the hell, where is Xiang Que now?"
Even Qi Changqing is a little confused now, he can't figure out this bizarre scene, and he can't give a perfect explanation, the natal spirit pet is still there, which means that Xiang Que is definitely not dead, at least the soul is still there, but how can there be his figure on the top of this western mountain, and it was almost after the thunder came down that day Bomb this place to smithereens.
Wang Xuanzhen asked, "Is it possible that he opened the passage to the Netherworld and hid in it?"
Why don't we take a trip?
” Qi Changqing and Cao Shanjun shook their heads directly and said: "Impossible, there was no fluctuation of the Netherworld at that time, and even if he escaped to the underworld, he couldn't escape the calamity, he had to bear ······."
Great sorrow and great joy!
The mentality of the four people tossed back and forth in just a moment, and the whole person was a little heartbeating.
At this time, no one could figure out how to explain this scene, and whether Xiang Que was dead or not became a puzzle that could not be solved for the time being.
Therefore, several people tried hard to think about his life and death in their hearts, maybe Xiang Que is still alive, but he doesn't know where he is, maybe one day, Xiang Que will appear again, or maybe he will never show up?
Everything is going in a good direction, and I hope people will last a long time!
The Haidongqing flapped its wings and flew high, flying to the southeast, the speed was instantly to the extreme, spanning more than 1,000 kilometers and finally flying to Shanghai, galloping all the way down the Huangpu River and landing outside the top room of the Hyatt Regency Jinmao Hotel, with two fingers and paws buckled on the edge of the bed, and looked at the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.