Fu Canglu

Chapter 606

The gate of hell is dark, with only a ray of light.

Three feet away from that bright spot, countless sword threads are connected into rain lines.

Like rain beating plantains, or rain cutting tofu, there are fine, dull, or crisp beating sounds. The rapid and brisk sound is the intersection and collision of sword energy and different substances.

The sword energy is in contact with the flesh and blood.

If the sword cultivator's cultivation base is not enough, the sword energy may be blocked by flesh and blood, and cannot enter.

If the opponent is a powerful body refiner, then the sword energy may be pinched by the skin, and the sword may be broken.

So if swords clash, either kill others or kill yourself.

The contact sound here is very short, but the cutting time is long.

I never killed him.

The sword has always killed people.

Jian Zongming's brows didn't fluctuate in the slightest, his breathing was steady all the time, with fluttering white robes, moths fluttering in the dark room, only candle flames could be seen, and there was only light in his eyes.

The Lord of the Great Light Palace walked deeper and deeper. He dragged the coffin, his steps were calm and steady, and he walked slowly through one darkness after another. Wherever the sword energy passed, the light remained. Dazzling stars.

All the people killed along the way were nameless people.

For the sake of flies and dogs, they go together with others, go against the vicissitudes of life in the mundane world, escape from the six realms without entering, deviate from illness and death and find it difficult to return.

These lost souls. Today I personally gave them a piece of light.

The sword energy cuts flesh and blood, and cuts off cause and effect. These evil spirits, who should have turned into a vow to increase the Bodhisattva's fruit status when the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's merits and virtues are complete, have green faces and fangs, and are full of ferocious faces. After finally severing eternal life, a brief light shone on their cheeks.

With a moment of light, you can see the faces of all living beings:

There is a woman with a beautiful face.

There was a man in green shirt kneeling on the ground crying with his head in his arms.

There were soldiers with broken armor, dazed faces, and blood all over their faces.

There is also a former emperor who is wearing a purple gold dragon robe, with a yellow and thin face but is ecstatic, mistakenly thinking that he has finally found the entrance to longevity when he is dying.

This is hell.

It is also a reincarnation of necrosis.

Under the sword energy of "cause and effect", the brilliant sun rises behind Jian Zongming, like a rising sun on the sea, with blue waves rippling, washed by thousands of sword energy, magnificent like a fairy traveling in the sky.

The Great Sword Immortal stopped and stood in front of the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals set by the Overlord, and tapped his finger lightly.

"Crack" sound.

Immortal seal immediately shattered.

The tide-like shadows seeped out from the Immortal Seal, and were easily wiped away by the down-washing sword energy.

He let go of the confinement of the ghost gate, and waited here for the characters in the ghost gate to walk out of the fairy seal.

Jian Zongming stood where he was, waiting for a stick of incense.

He was a little disappointed.

"No one came out to take my sword?"

Behind the Eight or Nine Immortal Seals of the Ghost Gate, none of the "big men" hiding deep in the tide did not speak in front of Jian Zongming, but whispered their thoughts with secret techniques.

"This person's sword energy is too strong, and he is too young. We don't need to fight him. He will be addicted to reincarnation, and he will be lost and unable to find his way out."

"Cultivation is not unusual. His vitality can reach the level of a great master at most. It seems that he is a swordsman."

"Sword cultivator? The sword cultivator who came here last time, that difficult sword master. How does it compare?"

"He seems to be slightly stronger than the sword master."

"Hey, if you're mediocre, you shouldn't be afraid."

In the dark tide, there is a demon monk sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, holding a withered arm in his hand. He devoured many mortals in this samsara, swallowing them with flesh and blood, not to mention the relationship between cause and effect and the sea of ​​blood. In reincarnation, these mortals were swallowed by him, and even their spiritual consciousness was digested into their stomachs, and their souls were completely scattered.

But this withered arm, he sat here withered, after so many years, he found that he couldn't swallow it.

It was the arm that was cut off by his avatar in the face of that blind little master in the world.

A withered arm, full of knife intent, if you bite it, you will be full of blood from scratching, even the physique of King Kong is unbearable pain.

Xu Xianfo frowned, looking at the domineering white-clothed man standing at the eight or nine seals of the ghost gate, he knew what the old monsters around him were thinking.

The longer people live, the more they fear death.

Before the white-clothed man walked to the Immortal Seal, although his strength was mediocre, his sword energy was enough to cut off the connection of reincarnation.

In other words, this unknown man in white has the ability to kill himself and these old monsters.

In this hell, countless people have come here.

However, the facts have proved that their final outcome is eternal perdition.

Xu Xianfo stood up silently. He squinted his eyes and looked at Jian Zongming who was holding Dugu flat in the distance. There was a sudden light on that person's body, like a ray of dawn opening the sky and the earth.

It's disgusting.

"It's been dark here for so long, why do we need such a self-proclaimed broken lamp?"

Xu Xianfo's feet were floating three feet in the air, his monk's robe was bulging, and he was wearing a holy face. He looked compassionate, and he said softly: "Since no one is willing to do it, I will do it for you and kill this unsightly guy."

The monk's robe fluttered, and he gently threw down the withered arm, splashing a wave in the middle of the mountain of corpses, and then without looking back, he embraced his arms and swept forward slowly.

Jian Zongming stood where he was.

He calmly looked at the demon monk who was a head taller than him for no reason.

Jian Zongming sniffed his nose lightly.

The monk's robe is not contaminated with abominable aura in the dark tide, it looks a little too holy, the same is true of the monk's smiling face, and he asked with a smile: "Have you heard of the name 'Xu Xianfo'?"

Jian Zongming nodded.

Xu Xianfo was the first genius 800 years ago, and he was the leader of the ninth rank for thousands of years.

This is a very monstrous character.

In an era not inferior to Shifu, he was a monstrous genius and a peerless freak who almost overwhelmed all practitioners of his generation.

The monk smiled with satisfaction.

Then he suddenly frowned, and heard the man in white on the opposite side ask: "Have you heard of the name 'Jian Zongming'?"

The demon monk shook his head.

Suddenly there was a sword cry between heaven and earth

That Dugu suddenly opened its sheath, like a brilliant dragon suddenly opened its sleeping eyes, the darkness that the world has sunk forever seems to be illuminated by countless lights!

Suddenly there is thunder in hell!
Between the sky and the earth, a white-clothed swordsman holding Dugu flat with one hand, gently stroking the scabbard with his fingers, like stroking a woman who can't put it down, the only love in this life, the sound of the sword, overwhelming all voices.

Then there was a crisp "click".

Jian Zongming grasped Dugu with five fingers, and handed the simple ancient sword into the sheath.

In the infinite light, there is a long pitch-black line that runs from top to bottom.

The demon monk was stunned, and there was a trace of bewilderment in his eyes. He didn't want to understand what happened. All his spiritual knowledge and vigilance were put on the invisible sword that could cut off cause and effect.

No one would care about that simple ancient sword.

Because it was just an ordinary, fragile sword.

Without the master's powerful cultivation base blessing, then it is just a sword that has been reduced to a mortal body.

However, it was such a sword, so ordinary that no one would care about it.

It cut off all of Xu Xianfo's meridians, cut off all his cultivation, and even cut off all his vitality.

The demon monk fell heavily to the ground, a pool of scarlet and pitch-black water splashed out of his blue and white robes, his evil and handsome face was full of fear, his hands were trembling as he tried to support himself to stand up, and the big sun behind him was round again. A round of crashes.

The Great Sun Tathagata Sutra of Buddhism. Under a single sword, it crashed!

Xu Xianfo raised his head with difficulty.

He saw the indifferent face of the man in white, but he didn't look at himself.

Instead, he looked at the tide illuminated by Yijian's light, and the depth of this tide, and even deeper.

Jian Zongming said loudly.

"Remember my name"

Word by word.

"Sword, Zong, Ming!"

"The sword of Sword Sixteen!"

"Zong Ming of Dugu Zongming!"

Xu Xianfo coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and looked extremely bleak. He smiled in a low voice, raised his head, and heard an angry voice coming from the depths of the tide. The man was wrapped around his body, and on the other side of the whisk was a young Taoist priest with white hair and beard, with white eyebrows and beard, making a formula with both hands, suddenly pulled by the vast divine power, but remained motionless, furious, and flew up.

So it was another sword.

Thunder and Sword!
The light flashes and dies!
The second sword chop appeared between heaven and earth, but still no one saw Jian Zongming's sword drawing action.

The moment the sword light faded away, the second figure fell heavily into the tide, the white Taoist robe was already wet with scarlet blood, much more miserable than Xu Xianfo.

There was a dead silence in the ghost gate.

This dead silence lasted for a long time.

Jian Zongming lowered his eyebrows and squatted down gently. He first looked at Xu Xianfo who was struggling hard, and said softly: "I smell a familiar smell, which is the smell of the hatchet."

Xu Xianfo's pupils shrank slightly.

The man in white was silent for a long time.

He said in a low voice: "I have been walking for 16 years, and I have consulted that man for a knife, so...he is kind to me."

Uncontrollable fear appeared in Xu Xianfo's pupils.

He wanted to step back, roar, and keep the man in white in front of him away from him.

But these are to no avail.

He felt that his years of practice were like a joke, absurd and funny, a joke made by God on himself.

A sword.

Only one sword.

He wanted to speak loudly, but a sword slashed down, arrogant and unreasonable, without even taking out the scabbard, the sword and scabbard hit Xu Xianfo's throat heavily, cutting him so painfully, he clutched his throat and wanted to Coughing, followed by another sword, which smashed his pharyngeal bone, and smashed his great King Kong physique into pieces.

The man kneeling on the ground wept bitterly, dripping with blood.

Jian Zongming ignored it.

He said softly: "Don't cry, don't make trouble, I'll see you on your way."

(End of this chapter)