Heavenly Curse

What is the ghost king?

The word "ghost king" is not just a simple name. It is not just the title of 10,000 ghosts. The ghost king has his own Tao and can be transformed into an enchantment. I have experienced the horror of the enchantment, but in fact, the power of that enchantment is less than one percent of the heyday.

Otherwise, in the heyday, ten Muyis would follow Fan, and they would turn to ashes in an instant.

When Yan Qing was in midair, standing high, and speaking these words indifferently, Mu Yi had a bad hunch in his heart. The other party's strength at the moment was beyond his imagination. He originally thought he could recover quickly. Strength can definitely suppress the other side, but unexpectedly the other side can suppress him based on the realm alone.

Especially at the moment, he has a bad feeling, this bad feeling is not only the upcoming crisis, but also Yan Qing itself.

"The Tao of this palace is killing, killing all men in the world, killing people here. Today, this palace adds another dead soul to you." When Yan Qing said this, he could not see half of his emotions, absolute reason, Or rather ruthless.

"Kill?"

Mu Yi had just heard Yan Qing's words, and suddenly changed. The whole sky, or the world, turned red. At the foot of Yan Qing, there was an extra blood river, and the blood waves were rolling inside, even Mu Yi could smell one. A strong **** atmosphere.

In that blood river, countless broken limbs, some follow the waves, some reach out, want to catch something, and more countless grievances roar, with a strange wave in the voice, want to be Human soul **** into it.

If it was before, Mu Yi may have some headaches, but at present, as the salary lamp in Shihai trembled, the sound in his mind shattered directly and expelled. No matter what the outside sound was, he could not move him at all.

"My palace gives you death."

In the air, Yan Qing faced Mu Yi with a fingerless expression. With this finger, the last two petals of lotus behind Yan Qing withered at the same time, and the blood stream under her feet shrank instantly, and also merged into that finger.

In Mu Yi's eyes, this finger turned into a monstrous blood river, falling from above nine days. Even the stars must be crushed in front of this blood river, not to mention only the human beings.

And Yan Qing's words were directly imprinted in his heart, as if he directly reversed the cause and effect.

"I am already dead."

Mu Yi suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was really dead. He even turned a blind eye to the blood above his head, and even closed his eyes gradually.

"Brother, brother!"

When Mu Yi's consciousness began to fall away, and his soul was about to sink, a deep call suddenly sounded deep in his heart. The sound seemed to come from a distant place. It didn't really sound, but the familiarity made Mu Yi's body shake .

"brother!"

At this time, the call sounded again, even more clearly.

"Who is calling me? Brother?" Mu Yi seems to have forgotten who he is. He can only blankly guess who the voice is. Why does he give him a kind and familiar feeling? In the deep, he felt that the owner of this voice was important to him.

"Brother, wake up soon."

"Wake up? Am I sleeping? Or is it just a dream?" Mu Yi kept thinking.

"Yes, who am I? I seem to have forgotten something."

Mu Yi frowned, trying to think about the things that had been forgotten, but a pain came from his head, and there seemed to be a force preventing him from thinking about it.

"No, I will remember it."

Mu Yi yelled in her heart, her strong thoughts turned into a big hand, and slammed into the darkness.

Click!

After a light noise, a light blue light passed through the darkness and fell on Mu Yi.

"I remember, I'm Mu Yi, I'm fighting ..."

When Mu Yi's words came down, his suppressed atmosphere skyrocketed and he broke through the blockade of Yan Qing.

"Tao, this is Tao, so terrible Tao, but even Tao cannot suppress me or let me lose myself."

Mu Yi kept shouting, his breath was rising again and again, exceeding the limit that he could reach. Although this crisis was dangerous for him, it was also a trial. Although the price was death, he was still in the end. Come through, the most important thing here is the call from the bottom of my heart, that is the call of the slave.

Because he refined the years of bamboo and made it a destiny weapon, he also had the same mind with Nian Nuer. At that critical moment, Nian Nuer felt his danger, woke up from his sleep, and constantly called for him.

Although all of this is long, it is actually not enough for an instant. The spiritual world is different from the outside world. If the consciousness is strong enough, perhaps the spiritual world has gone through one day, one year, and the outside world is only momentary. time.

When Mu Yi opened his eyes again, all the illusions disappeared. There was neither blood nor death in front of him, and some were just a jade finger, constantly approaching his brows. If Mu Yi woke up one or two later, I'm afraid the finger eyed on his brows. At that time, even if Luo Jinxian descended from the world, he might not be able to save his life.

"The meaning of boxing is actually a manifestation of will. I have practiced anonymous boxing for many years. This boxing method has been deeply rooted in my bones and printed in my soul. This set of boxing methods can also motivate the mind power. This kind of fist meaning, in fact, I have already reached the threshold, but I have never been clear how to go in. Now, I already understand the meaning of fist meaning, meaning fist meaning. "

Mu Yi has a clear mind, the more crisis, the more calm he is, this is a talent, most suitable for fighting.

As for the fist meaning, when he became enlightened, he had already grasped everything.

Squeeze a punch and then punch out.

This punch has no earth-shattering momentum or even overlapped punches. This is just a simple punch, but this punch has integrated all the understanding of Mu Yi to the present. Therefore, it is a punch and a full punch.

Similarly, this fist is a painting, which depicts the life of Mu Yi, walking the rivers and lakes following the old road, crying alone in the Funiu Mountain, the firmness after going down the mountain, and the confusion in the killing. It is his intention.

Fist means meaning, but also life.

This is Mu Yi's comprehension and his fist.

In the air, Yan Qing, who had always been indifferent, finally changed his color. Mu Yi's simple and single punch was a punch that was indestructible and broken.

"Click!"

The fist collided with the fingers again, and then made a crisp sound. Mu Yi clearly saw that Yan Qing's fingers were broken, like ceramics, and turned into a piece, from the finger, to the palm, to the arm, to the whole Body.

"This···"

After a punch, the sound dissipated, and the courtyard gradually returned to peace, but Yan Qing turned into fragments in front of Mu Yi and drifted away with the wind. Those fragments continued to break in the wind, becoming smaller and smaller, until they turned into dust.

"How could this be?" Mu Yi was a little surprised. Although he also knew that the punch of condensing the fist was terrifying, it could be called his strongest attack, but he did not expect Yan Qing to fall into ashes under this punch.

Among the ashes, a figure looked at him. That was Yan Qing. More precisely, it was the soul of the ghost king. The face was completely different from Yan Qing. Although the same beautiful, he had a touch of wood, no expression, no There is no color in those eyes, only black and white.

The moment she saw these eyes, Mu Yi trembled. Perhaps this is the real ghost king and her heart. Her world has no color anymore, and some are just pain, because Mu Yi feels a little relief from the other person. It meant that death was a relief for her.

At this moment, Mu Yi understood why the other party ’s response was so intense at first, and she was so resistant to the way he chose for the other party, because she had already had enough of others to choose for her, she wanted to go by herself, even if she died She was also willing.

In other words, the moment Mu Yi found her, she had already decided to die.

Rather than say that the other side was in a fist in Mu Yi's fist, she might as well have prepared a withered feast for herself. The lotus represents her life. When the lotus withered, it is also when she died, even without Mu Yi. With a punch, even if Mu Yi finally dies in her hands, she will also turn to ashes, which is her choice, or fate.

"Am I wrong?" Mu Yi was a little dazed and looked at the other side, but he couldn't do anything. Even all of this was because of him. What would happen if he didn't come? At least the other party will not die.

"No, I'm not wrong. You have your choice, and I have my insistence." Mu Yi said softly, looking at the ghost king's soul.

At this moment, a breeze blew by, and everything was traceless.

Mu Yi shook his head and turned to leave, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of waves in the small building, which made him startled, and then he entered the small building. Eventually, he found on the second floor A picture with a woman with an umbrella on it, standing on a bridge, staring at the world on this side.

The woman on the picture is Yan Qing, the true Yan Qing.

Mu Yi did not expect that Yan Qing's soul would exist in this way, but she wanted to make everything the ghost king did. Instead of killing the other soul, she sealed her in the painting. Maybe one day, she could return Go inside your body.

But now, everything is impossible, because her body is also turned into a gray fly, so Yan Qing in the painting either exists for a lifetime, or is reborn and reborn.

With the previous lesson, Mu Yi will not help the other party to choose, and fate should be in his own hands, for him, for Yan Qing, and even for the ray of souls that the ghost king died.

"You are happy, at least you have the right to choose."

Mu Yi looked at Yan Qing in the painting and said softly, the beauty in the painting seemed to blink.