final catastrophe

Chapter 357 40. Faith and Magic Thoughts

"Fingers off, fingers off, fingers off."

"Fingers. Cut off."

"Cut it off, cut it off!!"

But just as they completed the encirclement, Xia Ji suddenly raised his head, and the body of the sword god had calmed down, serene and depressed.

There was a wicked smile on his lips, all the blackness in his eyes disappeared, pure red, hot magma rolled in the pupils.

"It's so noisy!" He stood up, with sixteen ink-colored dragon patterns on each cheek.

The God of Swords has been enchanted!

Whoever sees it should know that this person has been possessed by demons.

Draw the knife, draw the knife.

The sword belt is full of dragon spirit, and the ghost dragon makes the situation chaotic.

The former No. [-] Swordsman no longer had the immortal aura of being out of the world, and he used his sword with evil intentions!
Fengshen's Body Breaking Sword Qi!
The red-eyed swordsman burst out laughing suddenly, pointed his long knife straight ahead, and with a single slash, he could cut through Huangquan Road!
The second layer of scissors hell.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up.

If you look closely, it is not wind at all, or far beyond the category of wind.

The wind is the knife, and the knife is the wind.

Wherever he went, there was a strong wind, and the strong wind surrounded him, and every trace was a knife.

But this wind is not invisible, on the contrary, with black silk thread like a spindle, like the thinnest pen and ink, it passes across the rice paper at the fastest speed.

With the blackness of rendering, the blackness of evil.

That is the thought of the evil dragon.

The sword is no longer a pure sword, and the sword intent is no longer wind, but the magic wind mixed with evil dragons!

The magic wind collided with the little blue ghosts.

The little ghosts are just like ordinary human beings. When encountering a strong wind on the road, they can't help but lower their heads, raise their blue arms, and hold up the scissors, instinctively resisting.

They are extremely resistant and resilient, even if this mortal's sword intent is mixed with evil dragons, he can't kill them directly.

But at the same time.

However, this magic wind swept across the entire Hell of Scissors in an instant, and there were not many sinners who were being tortured, only a few million.

The swordsman didn't move, trying his best to activate his sword intent.

But that magic wind has swept through the whole hell of scissors.
The enchanted swordsman was silent.

Because even if he let go of his consciousness, he couldn't find his wife.
The familiar breath seemed to be cut off by something.

He didn't believe in evil, and continued to urge the saber intent, watching those little ghosts who resisted the heavy pressure slowly advancing, like travelers resisting the wind and sand,
The wind continued to blow, and he entered the hell of scissors again, even if he was enchanted, he also remembered the purpose of this trip, he wanted to find Ren Qingying.

miss.

Unspeakable thoughts.

Even if you say it, no one will listen to your thoughts.

Therefore, even in the land of Longzangzhou, where there are tens of millions of people, he also wants to travel eastward to ghosts, sneak into Huangquan, go up to Qiongbi and fall down to Huangquan.

Qing Ying! !
The woman's name was buried in his heart.

And today, it finally came here.

Even if I am in a demon, how can I stop.

kill kill kill!

Youlan kid finally arrived here, and dozens of scissors cut it from all angles.

Qing Ying! !
The will of the swordsman is shouting to fight against the evil dragon.

This woman is the last line of defense that he still sticks to, unwilling to let go of himself completely, and is completely occupied by the demonic thoughts.

Enchanted
Completely become a demon
Before that, at least rescue you.

No matter how bad it is, I want to see you.

Let you know that I'm actually very lonely by myself.

In the canyon, the clouds are gloomy, the miles are covered with frost, and the heads of people are boundless. They are sinners who are suffering in hell.

Thinking of the person I love, he must be suffering the same at this time.

He couldn't help feeling like a knife piercing his heart.

"Fingers off, fingers off, fingers off."

"Fingers. Cut off."

The little ghosts approached and grinned grimly.

The swordsman's lips curled up slightly, with a cold arc: "It's so noisy, it's so noisy!"

In the deep roar, the violent wind turned into a tornado, and the tornado was like ink, surrounding him.

The wind touched the blue ghost and the scissors.

The scissors broke, and the kid just persisted for a moment, and the skin all over his body cracked inch by inch, showing scars of different depths, and finally let out a miserable scream.

It turned into the smoke of resentment, dissipated, and then turned into blue ash, blending into the land.

"Qingying! Qingying!"

This man's pupils were blood red, and he was walking on the edge of hell in desperation, watching the suffering sinners screaming heart-piercingly.

But the millions of creatures in the hell of scissors are all waving their hands.

"Save me. Save me"

"help me."

"I am Qingying, I am Qingying!"

Suddenly a strange voice sounded.

Xia Ji's expression froze, and the wind blew up, quickly pulling the person who called himself Qingying to him.

Her ten fingers had just been broken, bloody, and her skin was pale and extremely cold. She might have just returned from the Iceberg Hell, and she was directly dragged here to suffer.

She has an oval face and her big eyes are bloodshot, but this look is also a beauty in front of her.

What about the beauties?

So how beautiful?
Xia Ji asked: "Are you Qingying?"

The naked woman with an oval face hastily admitted: "I am, I am!"

Xia Ji said: "Then do you remember what I owe you?"

The naked woman with an oval face also thought very quickly, and quickly replied: "Emotional debt."

These three words are extremely quintessential, containing everything that can be accommodated.

Xia Ji looked miserable, shook his head slowly, and controlled his body not to retreat, "You are not her."

"You are not her."

"You are not her!!"

He grabbed his hair suddenly.

The naked woman with an oval face said, "Why am I not? Don't you owe any emotional debt?"

She is very smart and knows that if a man can go deep into the underworld for a woman and ask such a question, then nine out of ten it is because he owes a debt and misses him too much.

But Xia Ji didn't answer her again.

The black tornado overwhelmed her in an instant.

In the wind, in the endless turbulence, this tortured soul died instantly.

"Whoever lied to me, die!!! Die die die!"

After a short pause, he spoke again, but this time his voice became crazy: "Qingying, come out!! Come out!!!"

"Save me. Save me"

"help me."

There was another cry of begging for mercy.

The red-eyed swordsman sneered, suppressing collapse in his laughter, and with a single point of his finger, the black tornado wrapped around his body turned into countless fierce black lights, like countless forked lights that exploded, breaking open this foreign land The emptiness penetrates those who are supplicating.

Wailers, all perish.

Soul flies away.

"Anyone who is not a clear shadow but speaks out in vain will die!"

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, and then laughed maniacally again: "Woman, you are just my woman. I came to save you, but you are still hiding? Why are you hiding?!"

This time no one spoke.

Empty.

There was no response in the entire deep canyon, only his inquiry was hitting the mountain wall fiercely, and then turned back, still hitting the wall.

Hitting and bumping, bumping into a bloody head, but still not stopping.

"What are you hiding from?!"

There was an inexplicable hint of sadness in the man's roaring and frantic voice.

His voice suddenly became clear.

"It's me. Your husband has come to look for you. If you are here, just tell me, just tell me, okay?"

"I'll take you home."

But then roared again.

"Damn woman, hide again and see how I deal with you when I get home!!"

Two voices spit out from the same mouth, one is sad, the other is angry, overlapping and chaotic, like two facial makeup, constantly changing, extremely weird.

And the echo played back and forth, gradually weakened and disappeared.

Facing the cold reality, this empty and unresponsive world also caused Xia Ji's heart to fall to the bottom, and his heart was also empty, as if lost.

(End of this chapter)