A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 The breeze blew through the forest and stood looking up. The treetops of every tree in the forest fluttered at the same time, like a blue wave rolling.

　　At this moment there are ten figures standing above the waves. Even if there are invigorators passing by at this moment, they would never expect that nine of these ten persons are real Muyumeng, and one is also indistinguishable from Muyoumeng.

　　Although Muyu didn't want to kill at will, he actually discovered that he had become so accustomed to the passing of life unconsciously. Some things have quietly changed his view of life.

　　If some people do not deserve to live in the world, then he really needs to reap their lives.

　　 Muyu's eyes crossed a black and white light, and there was no flash, he said calmly: "I understand, I know what to do."

The old tree stood up with his hands, saw Muyu make up his mind and smiled again: "We are waiting for you, Muyumen doesn't like war, but when the war breaks out, we can't stand by. I know you want To resurrect a person named dead wood and evergreen, then you need to keep his soul intact, go to the ghost island, where you can nourish the soul, which is also the purpose of the ghost gate people."

　　Guimen is the beginning of Muyu's killing.

"I found that the trauma on Mu Ling has been repaired a lot, and it can be repaired by absorbing the power of the soul. This time I simply took you from the ghost door people instead of packing them because I think the ghost door people should die in your hands Become the nourishment of Mu Ling instead of dying in my hands.

You hold these three Bodhi leaves. When you encounter the situation just now, you can input the spiritual power into the Bodhi leaves. It will be transformed into five elements of escape to help you escape. You can also rely on it to find me . "

　　 The palm of the old tree spreads out, and three bodhi leaves gently float from his palm and land in front of Muyu's eyes. Muyu took the bodhi leaf, and he was surprised to find that these three bodhi leaves were actually related to the breath of the old tree, as if there was an invisible line to find the position of the old tree.

"As far as I know, this time there are a lot of ghost-door people coming from the Moyun Mountain Range. You have to be careful and don’t have the kind of accident just now." The old tree nodded toward Muyu kindly, and then the figure gradually disappeared into the woods , The other eight Muyumen also followed the old tree and left.

　　 "The old tree looks pretty good." Long Fuji said.

　　 "Yeah, you said you can eat Yumeng?" Xiaoshuai asked, flicking his tail.

　　 "Why do you eat everything! Let's eat shit!" Longteng said angrily.

　　 Muyu smiled dumbly, Xiaoshuai really is a good boy who is not picky eater.

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　　 There is a famous place in Moyun Mountain Range, that is, the Valley of Burial. The Burial Valley is actually an underground crack, which is several kilometers long and more than two hundred meters wide.

　　 Every midnight, there are ghosts, crying wolves, and howling from the burial valley, which is very scary.

　　 There are many villages near the burial valley. The people in these villages have a custom. After the death of the people, they put on the grandest clothes and throw them into the burial valley.

　　In their legend, the Burial Valley is an underground fissure that leads to the reincarnation of the capital. The dead can only be reincarnated if they are thrown in.

　　Some people in the city will also transport Dalaoyuan's body here, and then throw it away. This is also a good place for many innocents to destroy the dead.

　　 Once the ghost Xuanyue was here to kill forty-nine Jindan period instructors, relying on the Soul Soul Array to find Feng Haochen's hiding place.

　　 Ranbu Valley is located on a high slope, where it is covered with fog all year round, and even the sun can't shine in. Below the high **** there was a funeral team composed of more than a few hundred people. At this moment the sad trumpet Suona opened the road ahead.

These more than one hundred people are mortals. They are people from the nearby villages. What died today is a 90-year-old old man. It is quite good for a mortal to live to 90-year-old age. Because the seniority is very high, so according to the village Customs, all the people in the village must come to the funeral.

　　Several mournful people carried a Nanmu coffin, crying loudly, paper money flying all the way, dancing in the wind. This funeral team slowly walked along the mountain road to the burial valley. The uphill road was difficult to walk, especially the heavy coffin, which was even more difficult.

　　 The faces of several people who carried the coffin were flushed, and every time they walked, they needed to stop and rest for a while. By the time they lifted the coffin to the edge of the burial, everyone was already sweating.

　　 The coffin was parked at the edge of the Valley of Burial, and there was a gust of wind underneath. The paper money fell quickly and it would be blown up. If anyone pays attention, no paper money will fall into the Valley of Burial.

　　 A simple table was placed in front of the coffin. There was an incense burner with three incense sticks, as well as some sacrifices, in order to prevent the passing people from becoming hungry on Huangquan Road.

　　 There is an iron bucket on the ground, and the paper money inside is burning vigorously.

Forty or fifty family members knelt in front of the coffin and cried a lot. Although many people didn’t cry at all, according to the custom of the village, the louder the cry of the grandchildren, the more filial piety, so every grandchildren opened their throats desperately. Crying, fearing that a name of filial piety might be left.

　　Chen Erzhuang is a dark-skinned man who is also in the dead business. Both the coffin and the paper money tribute come from his shop. The people in the village have no culture, so he will write mourning letters for each person, and follow the funeral team to come here to say goodbye to the dead.

　　Chen Erzhuang is more aware of the customs of the dead than anyone else, because he has been dealing with the dead all year round, so he will always be the sad professional face.

　 He glanced at forty or fifty family members who were crying "dead to life", and sighed slightly in his heart. The estimated number of these forty or fifty people who are really sad is less than five.

　　 Perhaps because he has seen this kind of scene often, so he can see at a glance which person is showing the true feelings, and which is deliberately wiping the tears with onions.

　　 Old people will bring a lot of burden to the family, especially if the children and grandchildren are full, pension will become a problem. There are many sons. Unless they encounter true filial piety, they will not take the initiative to support them. After the old man dies, his children and grandchildren will feel relieved. For them, they do not need to spend that extra energy and financial resources.

　　 "Fathers and fellow folks, we came to say goodbye to Mrs. Zhao. Mrs. Zhao's grandson and grandchildren were upright and simple in their lives, and now they are dead at the end of their lives, but they are happy and mourning. All his children and grandchildren are very filial..."

　　Chen Erzhuang understands the situation of this family member. To be honest, although the dead old man Zhao lived to the age of ninety, he did not live well in his later years. He lived too long, with three sons, two daughters, ten grandchildren, more than twenty great-grandchildren, and four generations in the same family. It should have been a joy, but the three sons refused to take the initiative to provide him with old age He refused to visit him.

　　He has lived alone for more than ten years, and was found only three days after his death. It is ridiculous to find that it was not his loved ones that found Zhao’s death, but a dog he had raised. He barked at the door for three days before he was noticed.

　　 "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind keeps, the children want to raise and kiss. The old grandfather Zhao has cultivated so many outstanding filial descendants in his life, his father and his son filial piety. Now he left like this, people can not help lamenting the impermanence of the world, destiny..."

　　Chen Erzhuang snorted contemptuously. When he came to Zhao's house just now, the three sons of Old Man Zhao were still fighting for someone who inherited the house where Old Man Zhao lived! But what does this have to do with him? He is just a business person, just try to pick a good word.

　　 "Now that the dead are gone and the survivors are sad, Grandpa Zhao will protect the health and longevity of his descendants in the Spirit of Heaven. Let's say goodbye to Grandpa Zhao, Grandpa Zhao, you go all the way!"

　　Chen Erzhuang sometimes thinks that he will bid farewell to the dead all his life, so who should read the memorial speech to him after his death?

　　 Grandson Zhao’s grandchildren cried again, everyone was about to tear his throat, and some people cried out, but still tried to cry loudly.

　　 "The time is up, Grandpa Zhao should be on the road."

　　Chen Erzhuang gestured. The four guys he brought immediately stepped forward, solemnly lifted the coffin, and then slowly pushed into the bottomless valley of burial.

　　 The heavy Nanmu casket quickly fell into the abyss. The wind was blowing in the wind, and soon fell into the fog.

　　 Grandson Zhao's descendants, as Chen Erzhuang ordered, all flew to the edge of the Valley of Burial, crying desperately to save it.

　　 "Dad, don't go! The baby hasn't done his filial piety yet!"

　　 "Grandpa, don't leave us!"

　　 "Grandpa, come back soon!"

　　Everyone was crying hard, shouting good words to keep Old Zhao. Although the death of Old Man Zhao was no big deal to them at all, he even wished that he would die earlier, so that he would save his neighbors from gossiping.

Chen Erzhuang still looks sad. He sighed softly. Although it is customary to call the soul like this, it seems that children and grandchildren are reluctant to leave their loved ones, but many times this kind of thing looks like a joke. .

　　However, at this moment, the descendants of Old Man Zhao suddenly shouted in horror. Everyone ran back strangely, as if seeing something terrifying from the Valley of Burial.

　　Chen Erzhuang felt a little strange, he didn't make these people scream like this just now. He turned his head and glanced underneath the chaotic burial valley, it didn't matter at all, and almost scared him to his legs!

Grandpa Zhao’s Nanmu coffin didn’t fall down, but was slowly rising, a strange breath came from the coffin, and soon the cold breath shrouded everyone, and everyone was scared to move. .

　　 Nanmu coffin gradually floated up from the bottom of the burial valley, appeared in front of hundreds of people, and then a heavy muffled sound, the coffin cover was slowly slid away, and Grandpa Zhao suddenly stood up straight from the coffin!

　　 "Ghost!"

　　 All the mourners yelled in horror. They wanted to turn around and fled, but an invisible force suppressed them. They were horrified to find that their legs were no longer obedient.

　　 Grandpa Zhao's dry wrinkled bark suddenly showed a dark smile on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His eyes opened slowly, and his eyes were as dark as black, no white eyes!

　　 The most frightening thing is that Grandpa Zhao even opened his mouth that had lost his teeth long ago and spoke!

　　 "Aren't you crying for me to come back? Why did I come back, but you are so scared?" Mrs. Zhao laughed in a dark manner, the laughter was like a demon beast grinding his teeth, and scared his descendants away!

　　 "Daddy, you and you leave now!"

　　 "Yeah, it's the eldest brother and the second brother who want to occupy your house, I just can't look good..."

　　 "Nonsense! Obviously the youngest you shout the most!"

　　 Suddenly the three sons began to blame each other. They thought that Grandpa Zhao refused to leave because of the house, so he quickly began to shirk responsibility.

　　 "Well! It would be better for you three to come with me and continue to be filial to me in the underworld!"

r/>　　Grandpa Zhao swiftly extended his hand, and the monstrous ghostly energy shrouded his three sons, and the three shouted in pain, then gradually disappeared, and only three white souls floated from them. , Grandpa Zhao swallowed his mouth and swallowed all his stomach!

　　 Grandpa Zhao sucked away the souls of his three sons, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then looked at everyone, and smiled grimly: "I have accepted the souls of all of you Zhao's family, 桀桀."

　　 The eerie ghostly spirit instantly flooded the entire burial valley.