Fu Canglu

Chapter 195 Please enter the urn
On the second floor of the Sun Never Set Inn.

The man in the red shirt folded his sleeves with his hands, his long hair was loose, his head was lowered, and his back was leaning against the wooden wall.

The second floor was empty.

In the darkness, the red shirt was extremely eye-catching.

His eyes were closed tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and there were countless small jade carvings scattered around him.

Hundreds of jade carvings trembled at the same time, and then tiny cracks spread out like spider webs in an instant, and burst open with a sudden sound.

Jade splashed everywhere.

a mess.

In the dark depths of the second floor, a voice came faintly.

"Liu Baichan is indeed here." The voice paused, and then said calmly: "However, how many reincarnations have passed now? Even my memory is a little fuzzy. So many reincarnations have passed, that dragon bird It should have been crushed under the River Styx."

The sound broke the silence.

The man in the red shirt still bowed his head, but slowly opened his eyes, seeing jade fragments all over the ground, stretched out a hand to smooth his messy hair, and said calmly: "My lord, they crushed the 'prisoner' all the way, Now it seems that they should be looking for Su Hongyue."

Every person engraved into the jade carving is a person who has fallen into reincarnation and sinking in the Buddha's skeleton.

When jade is broken, people die.

"If these people are killed, they will be killed." His lord's voice was still emotionless, and he said indifferently: "As for looking for Su Hongyue, Liu Baichan must want to see the fellow robes of the 'Six Paths' back then. You go and play with them."

"Yes." The man in the red shirt respectfully accepted the order, stood up, and stepped on the jade fragments.

The soles of the feet were pierced by jade, and blood oozes after being torn.

The man in the red shirt was slightly taken aback, lowered his head, and then went downstairs with a blank expression.

"Wait a minute."

The voice said indifferently: "Bring this on."

The man in the red shirt looked at something thrown from the depths of the darkness with a complex expression.

The jade carving of a boy in black is lifelike.

"I've completed the jade carving for you." The voice said, "Since the conditions are complete, let's wake up the 'Six Paths'."

In the dark
Dressed in a big purple robe fluttering out.

This purple robe is very different from the purple shirted master Yi Xiao saw before.

Very conspicuous purple.

Big red and big purple.

And this purple-robed man, with a cold and indifferent face, without the slightest smile, and eyes as deep as the sea, is completely different from the cynical great master of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He is Xuan Shangyu.

But it wasn't Xuan Shangyu, the only unparalleled master of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the world.

It was Xuan Shangyu, the master brother of Wangguishan who wiped out half of the Buddha's luck in the world with one hand.

Xuan Shangyu murmured: "How many reincarnations?"

This seems like an extremely difficult problem.

He frowned, and asked softly, "How long has it been since I reached the tenth level?"

This big purple robe tried to stretch out a hand, and an invisible chain came from the depths of the darkness like a thunderbolt, and exploded with a howl, forming an electric arc, criss-crossing Xuanshangyu's outstretched hand, burst.

Thunder crackled, but Xuan Shangyu continued to stick out his hand with his usual expression.

A huge soul power that was as vast as the sea leaked out from the side of the big purple robe, swarmed in, and tore the arc of electricity with a terrifying brute force.

The hand continued to protrude a foot forward.

Just one foot.

The second thunder chain roared from the depths of the void!

Then came the third and the fourth!
A total of six thunder chains, light and light handover, dancing wildly like a dragon and snake, broke through the darkness of the second floor, and illuminated the pale face of the man in the big purple robe.

On the six chains, countless Sanskrit words circulated, suppressing the hand stretched forward by the man in the big purple robe.

Reincarnation.

Xuan Shangyu looked calm, looking at his hand that was tortured in the six realms of samsara, the five fingers quickly became old and turned into dry bones, regenerated flesh and blood under the huge soul power, and continued to reincarnate.

And the violent thunder over and over again washed away his thoughts of trying to surpass the thunder pool of heaven.

"So what if you have reached the tenth level?"

Xuan Shangyu laughed at himself, and said: "In the end, it's not because I'm trapped by my own rules, making jokes."

In this sunset town that has experienced countless reincarnations.

The Sun Never Sets Inn is listed as taboo on the second floor.

In this extremely dark and remote corner.

This man in the big purple robe with an ordinary face actually broke through the tenth realm.

Even the white-robed old fox who is extremely close to the truth only guessed that Xuan Shangyu locked himself here and wanted to break through the tenth realm, but he never thought that this man is so amazing that he is so stunning!

"Waiting Forever Night"

"Waiting Forever Night"

"When will Yongye come?"

Xuan Shangyu talked to himself, finally tilted his head, and said, "Yes."

He said indifferently, "I'll lend you half of the spirit power of the tenth realm, but keep it safe."

He pointed slightly, and a majestic force at the fingertips tore apart the space.

The vast sea of ​​soul power pierced through the void, pouring all of it into that person at this moment.

The man in the big purple robe looked a little lonely, and he read a name hoarsely.

"Yi Xiao."

"Hurry up. Break the taboo."

Yi Xiao looked at the little girl behind the masked female luthier.

The mute girl Shuiyue was surrounded by Su Hongyue, her face was sad, her cheeks were dry with tears, she looked at the little highness from afar.

Yi Xiao frowned and said nothing, and when he raised his head to look at Su Hongyue again, a faint evil spirit had condensed between his brows.

The white-robed old fox also looked deeply at the masked female luthier.

Su Hongyue said indifferently, "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

The white-robed old fox read three words tremblingly: "Qin Xiutu."

Su Hongyue was expressionless.

"Let's do it directly." Yi Xiao took a deep breath, stared at the dumb girl behind Su Hongyue, and whispered to the old fox in white robe: "Don't hesitate."

The white-robed old fox nodded slightly.

The big white robe moves automatically without wind, and the terrifying white-robed monk who is full of energy and blood yells angrily. The cover is pressed down.

Su Hongyue pressed the strings with her ten fingers, her body swept back, her fingers flew like flying, and countless sound waves came out with her fingers. With the power of her soul, she transformed into countless wind blades, breaking through the red sea that was under the pressure in an instant!
Yi Xiao squinted her eyes, feeling the terrifying pressure of the white robe beside her. Under the almost crushing explosion, the masked female luthier could only step back step by step, and the momentum came out majesticly. , like a giant city overwhelmed!
The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

Su Hongyue spat out a mouthful of blood through the white veil, with murderous intent in her eyes, before she had time to close the dumb girl behind her, she flew back, her body turned in a semicircle in the air, her clothes fluttered, her fingers overlapped, and a murderous intent The bass pulls out.

The white-robed old fox narrowed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and suddenly recovered the piece of red sea.

The world is silent.

A sound of broken strings suddenly appeared in the world.

With one sound, it is like the strength of a full bow, piercing the sky and splitting a red sea!
Su Hongyue's white gauze was torn apart by the force of the strings, and her ten fingers were dripping with blood like hooks.

Under one note, the xylophone exploded!
The red sea condensed from that side of the Buddha's light and blood was heavy and devious, and arrived in front of the white-robed old fox.

Qi and blood rolled, muffled, and exploded.

eventually subsided.

Su Hongyue's figure in white clothes and red sleeves fell heavily to the ground.

And that white-robed monk is still as majestic as a mountain.

It's just that the old fox in white robe looked neither happy nor sad.

On his handsome cheek, a tiny bloody mouth slowly appeared.

Yi Xiao lowered his head and started running at the first moment when the old fox in white robe made a move. The black clothes roared in the wind, turning into a bow and arrow that shot out quickly, sprinting towards the mute girl.

When Su Hongyue heard the blasting sound, Yi Xiao tightly covered her ears with both hands, and rushed towards the lonely little girl.

The dumb girl Shuiyue was pale, and she cried bleakly. Trapped in place by invisible forces, she looked helplessly at Yi Xiao.

The little highness rotated the dragon and snake form, and the figure appeared in an instant. Under the pressure of the huge sound wave, he let go of the hand covering his ears.

There was nothing in front of me.

Fortunately, she still has the sense of touch. Yi Xiao grabbed Shuiyue's petite body, and came out covered in a large black robe. The power of Qi and blood broke through the restraint that Su Hongyue had imprisoned the dumb girl, and then turned sharply on her toes, causing her whole body to fall over. shoot out.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Yi Xiao panted heavily, and there was already a buzzing sound in her ears.

The world in front of my eyes was pitch black, dotted with dots, and finally slowly recovered.

Yi Xiao saw the pale face of the mute girl in her arms, her hair was wet with cold sweat, and her whole body was trembling.

His Highness, who also had a face like gold paper, took off his large black robe and put it on for the dumb girl.

He took a deep breath, leaned on the Fuqu sword, and stood up with difficulty.

That sound wave was extremely soul-shattering.

And Su Hongyue, who used the method of pressing the bottom of the box, fell heavily to the ground, her soul was also seriously injured, and finally coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, raised her head faintly, and stared at the motionless white-robed Qingjun monk.

Yi Xiao also held his breath.

Who will win and who will lose?

The white-robed old fox showed no joy or sorrow on his face, but closed his eyes tightly.

He held a string of Buddhist beads tightly.

The 36 big red beads began to rotate in his palm at this moment.

From slow to fast, the speed gradually increased, and finally turned into a sea of ​​red again.

The white-robed monk opened his eyes again.

There was clarity in his eyes.

Su Hongyue withdrew her eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and slowly moved her body as if accepting her fate, and finally leaned her back on a big tree.

The masked female luthier leaning on the tree lowered her head.

She laughed for no reason.

Before playing the piano
"I'll lend you half of the spirit power of the tenth realm. Keep it safe."

Su Hongyue whispered dreamily, "Your Majesty."

The string of beads of the white-robed old fox has a strong role in guarding the soul.

But if the 35 beads in this string are intact and have never been tampered with, plus this authentic mother-of-pearl bead, it will be perfect.

The corner of the white-robed monk's mouth tugged slightly.

The soul power of that piano sound was too terrifying in the last stroke.

And the power of the soul hidden behind the ultimate move broke through the Red Sea in an instant and invaded his soul.

It exploded in an instant!

The more the old fox in white robe rotates the beads, the more his soul is eroded!

"Please enter the urn?"

He looked at the little highness expressionlessly, his handsome face was pale, and blood was already oozing from his seven orifices.

His Highness stared blankly at the 36 Buddhist beads in the palm of the white-robed old fox who suddenly broke apart as if they were broken.

The mother bead rolled in front of her.

The white-robed old fox was dripping with blood.

(End of this chapter)