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Three hundred years have passed, and people have come in an endless stream, hoping to know the direction of the success of God's preaching.

However, no one knows.

Some people say that after the success of the divine king's preaching, it has gone far away.

Some people say that although the king of God has been successful in preaching, he has suffered heavy losses and is now recuperating.

Now, three hundred years later, a middle-aged man who looks like the king of gods returns here and kneels down in front of the mountain, crying with tears.

For three days and nights, no one knew why.

Until the fourth day, blood flowed out of his eyes. He looked up to the sky and roared and mourned. On the ground, he left a line of big characters: "only ask you to return in samsara.".

After the fifth day, no one saw the middle-aged man again, and the king's platform in the town was destroyed.

Since then, there have been stories about the king of God, but no one has seen him again.

It's a sad story.

When Li Yi wakes up from the dream, the Fubi in his hand has recovered as usual. He opens his mouth slightly and stands still. His heart is full of waves and can't be calm for a long time.

He took a deep breath and clenched his hands. The sea of Qi in his body ran unconsciously, his blood rolled and his heart suffocated.

After a long time, Li Yi began to calm down. He remembered the dream he had seen when he was hit hard for the second time. He went back to Daliang Mountain four years ago.

Similarly, there is an ancient golden mirror.

Night, deeper.

When the cold wind blows, the cold air seeps through.

Li Yijing stood in front of the mountain, a voice of light sigh reverberated, for a long time, he made a big gift to the mountain.

Boo Hoo!

All of a sudden, the sad cry echoed faintly, and it was like the melody of the soul in ups and downs, and the meaning of sadness penetrated.

Unconsciously, Li Yi seems to have returned to the war of 5000 years.

In the mountains, the figure of the old woodcutter gradually emerged, and the cry came from him.

Li Yi sighed: "descendants of the God King."

The woodcutter stopped crying, confused, as if awake from a dream. He stared at Li Yi: "young man, are you also looking for the brand of God King?"

Li Yi replied, "No

The woodcutter was shocked: "don't look for any God's brand, it's just a legend."

Li Yi looked at him: "elder, do you really don't know me?"

The woodcutter frowned: "who are you?" Waiting for Li Yi to speak, the next moment, he became confused again, and his wrinkled face showed a painful expression.

Boo Hoo!

The woodcutter cried and stumbled into the mountains, shouting the word "ancestor" in his mouth.

After a long time, Li Yi sighed again, put the foreshadowing in the bag of heaven and earth, turned around and left here.

After reviving the holy pen of Tathagata, he saw all the truth. It was not only the young god king who died miserably, but also a powerful black swordsman.

Although he didn't know his identity, he thought it would be a good breakthrough.

Two hours back and forth, Li Yi brought a huge black sword.

The sky is misty, the light moonlight falls down gently, like a veil like draped on the whole earth.

The mountains are still dim, and the thick branches cover everything. Li Yi holds the black sword tightly and walks carefully towards the deep.

Half an hour later, I finally came to the place where Jinwu Ding was deposited again. After stopping my pace, my breath began to be short and my expression became more and more tense.

After the fall of the God King, there was resentment in his heart. His wife stepped in here and fused with the iron tree, leaving a great hatred.

The old blind man once said that the stronger the existence is, the stronger the resentment in his heart will become. As time goes by, a unique life will be formed.

According to their opinion, this kind of life body is called the complaining spirit, the ghost.

if the strong place dies hard, and has the great momentum to draw the essence of the world, then the spirit of the spirit will grow offbeat and become a great evil.

In the past historical records, wherever there was a great murderer's birth, blood flowed into a river and dyed the sky.

"The God King is friendly with the black swordsman. He should not hurt the black swordsman." Li Yi gave a dry cough.

"Now, what should I do?"

"Is the mind wandering too empty?"

In the dark mountains, Li Yijing stood for a long time. Countless pictures flashed in his mind, which made him more nervous.

All of a sudden, the figure of the woodcutter appeared again, and the little tree of demon red also disappeared. Li Yi's body froze at once, and subconsciously clenched the black sword in his hand.

"Big brother, you go."

"I don't like it."

"Husband..."

The ethereal voice echoed in the silent mountains, as if from the depths of hell, cold and suffocating.

"Master." Li Yi's hair stood on end, and he could not help shouting."I don't like it!"

"You must not die."

"Kill! Kill! Kill them all. "

"Oh, my husband."

"Ancestors."

Sad voice floating and heavy, intermittent, cold, silent, seeping into the mind, invisible with an inexplicable breath.

Li Yi shakes his hand, and the black sword almost comes out of his hand. He wants to turn around and escape from here. But at this time, he finds that he can't move and is covered by a breath.

Just for a moment, it seemed that countless divine senses had swept him. He felt as if he had been exposed to naked light.

The body is stiff, the expression is dazed, motionless, even the breath sound is suppressed.

"Master? If you don't like me here, let me go Li Yi almost cried, the cold breath permeated his whole body, as if falling into an ice cave.

In addition, that strange feeling, the more you want to feel, the more hair hair.

This terrible scene lasted for several hours. When the dawn came, the mild sunshine fell down, and the feeling of confinement dissipated. The mountains returned to normal, but the cold breath still spread.

After a few stumbling, Li Yitou also ran out.

In front of the courtyard, Bai Yu sees him running back in a flustered way, with an inexplicable look on his face.

After three days in a row, several groups of people, most of whom were young people, were dressed in extraordinary clothes and had amazing origins.

In the short three days, Li Yi has been wandering in the mountains. In the end, he came to a surprising conclusion that as long as he stepped in here with a huge black sword, no matter what kind of strange things appeared in the mountains, he would be safe and sound.

At the moment of drawing the conclusion, Li Yi smiles silently.

The resentment of the God King and the great hatred of his wife have been turned into ferocious places for 5000 years. It is a life of death for ordinary practitioners to enter here.

He is the only exception.

And all this, for Li Yi, is a strong card.

At dawn on the fourth day, he came out of the mountains and was obviously in a much better mood.

After the fifth day, a group of people came out of the town.