final catastrophe

Chapter 359 42. Dao Pulse
Da. Da. Da.
Footsteps sounded again in the distance.

It seemed that some giant beast was trampling the ground.

The ghostly aura all over his body was discovered by Xia Ji before it reached his face.

The weird ghostly aura stopped for a while, and stood quietly beside the fallen man. It seemed that after looking at him for a moment, he ignored him and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned its head.

Xia Ji felt something flying towards him, it was cold and damp, it seemed to be a pale tongue.

The swordsman couldn't get up, even if he was awake, he couldn't move. He was still immersed in the intensity of belief, roaring and cursing. Closing his eyes was a nightmare, and it was a miracle before he went crazy.

The tongue curled up, coming like light, but it didn't touch him.

Because a square golden scarf embroidered with mountains and rivers floated to him at some point and protected the swordsman's back.

When the tip of the tongue touches the golden scarf of mountains and rivers, silent ripples are produced, but in the deep canyon of the scissors hell, it is nothing, and it quickly turns into a turbulent flow and disperses into the space.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie"

After the cold and weird laughter, the ghostly aura did not stay, as if he was afraid of making a mistake, so he evacuated directly.

There are three people coming from a distance.

They are all wearing black and white Taoist robes, but the leader is a woman, and the two Taoist priests following behind are one old and one young.

In fact, at their level, appearance doesn't mean much.

If you judge age by appearance, it is a big mistake.

"Which senior brother of Dao Mai?"

The woman's voice is Susu soft, her pair of beautiful eyes are like durian flowers, the blue silk spreads to her waist, and hangs on a buckle of scholarly sapphire, she wears a sword at her waist, and the hilt of the sword is pointing at the Tai Chi on the Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe fell like a waterfall, covering the graceful long legs behind it and the snow white exposed between the blue cloth shoes.

Among the two people walking together, the young man's sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his pupils were slightly narrowed, giving people a feeling of deep sleep, and he didn't see where his sword was worn, and even his Taoist robes were messed up, looking extremely sloppy.

But such a scruffy young man is a Daoist priest.

However, such a Taoist priest is still regarded as the immortal head by countless gymnasiums.

But it is a pity to say that he is a Taoist priest.

Because, if you take off that sloppy Taoist robe and put on a white dress, you must be an absolute good man in a troubled world.

The old man at the end is the typical appearance of a fairy, with a smiling appearance, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, white eyebrows drooping, holding a dust in his hands.

Among the three, the woman walked forward, the old man walked in the middle, but the young man walked carelessly at the end.

If it was a conversation, it was a woman talking to the old man, but the young man didn't care.

The Shanhe towel handkerchief just now was also thrown by the woman, which happened to save the swordsman's life.

The old man smiled and said: "The big thing is important, time is limited, it is important for us to hurry. If it is late, when the rules of space are restarted, you and I can survive for a while, but we will die."

The woman hesitated and said, "My son."

Just about to say more, but he sighed, took out a fist-sized mud ball from his bosom, spread it out in the palm of his hand, and silently recited in his mouth "Tao follows nature, everything is the same"

The light-white fingers tapped lightly on the spread soil, and in an instant, a bud sprouted, green as a willow, and within a breath, leaves and flowers bloomed with two petals.

In an instant, the two petals withered and fell into the soil again, turning into spring mud.

Then, two more vines wound around the flower stems and went up.

It seemed that with the protection of the green vines, the flowers bloomed again, and immediately released a crystal clear, misty fruit.

The woman picked the fruit.

Flowers, leaves, and vines wither instantly.

The woman flicked her fingers, and the fruit, which was like an ice ball, flew directly into the mouth of the fallen swordsman.

The young man said: "After that, it's up to him to make his own fortune. Let's go, Jiang Sha."

"Well, brother."

Jiang Sha nodded slightly, and responded to the boy respectfully.

The identity and strength of that young man made it impossible for her not to do so.

Even the old man didn't mind at all, as if what the young man said was taken for granted.

Because his name is Tao Wuyan.

He is called "Buddha dare not be angry", and that is enough.

As for Jiang Sha, if Meng Aiwan sees it, she doesn't know how she would feel.

The woman he thought he was sorry for actually lived a far better life than him.

And since Jiang Sha can be here
One thing can be easily deduced.

Meng Aiwan was just a catastrophe of love when she was traveling in the world of mortals. In order to comprehend the Dao, she needed to fall in love and forget her love.

Therefore, it was actually Meng Aiwan who was left behind.

Yellow Springs.

The second layer, scissors hell.

Xia Ji only felt a gust of ice and snow melt in his mouth, and the direction of the plants brought endless vitality, pouring into his internal organs and body.

A sober coolness rushed into my mind.

he savored
He actually heard the conversation between the three groups of people just now, as well as the situation, and he can completely imagine the picture.

Although he fell down, his mind was extremely clear. No matter which of the three parties in his mind, he did not prevent him from accepting external information.

It's just that the psychological reactions are different.

Dao Shen's belief is firm and affectionate.

The roar of the evil dragon is killing intent.

Bad words and curses are malice, resentment.

Now, even a simple hello, three thoughts split in the mind of this legendary swordsman in Longzang, tormenting him and making him unable to calm down.

However, the Taoist aunt's pill was obviously miraculous, and it worked quickly.

The swordsman only felt that his mind was slightly clear, and the battlefield where the three parties were fighting was wrapped in a thin layer of snow light, so that his nerves were no longer tormented.

So he moved his fingers a few times, grabbed the soil on the ground suddenly, and then slowly supported it, sitting up cross-legged, and the redness in his eyes faded slightly.

"continue."

He looked at the deep hole, which seemed to be able to swallow everything, and got up without hesitation.

Coming here, I would have put life and death aside.

The third floor is the Iron Tree Hell.

Those who divorce family members will be stuck on iron trees full of sharp knives here.

Therefore, wherever the eyes entered, they were all people who had their chests and limbs pierced through, and were in pain and struggling for the last time.

Just when Xia Ji stepped in.

A black mountain range began to tremble, like a landslide and a ground crack, and the mountain with a height of hundreds of meters suddenly lifted up.

In the line of sight, is the giant ghost with a ferocious face, Wan Shou.

Each hand is holding a living person, and then throwing it into the Iron Tree Hell. For a while, people are raining down, and the sound of wailing shakes the sky and the earth.

And in the back mountain, on the narrow and winding path, there is an endless line of people, all of them are wearing shackles and bowed their heads, moving forward slowly, lined up, and walked up to the giant ghost.

But at this moment, the giant ghost's gaze stayed on Xia Ji.

It seemed to be curious, how could a living person come in.

Xia Ji is also a little suspicious
How did the three groups of visitors just pass by without alarming the giant ghost?

(End of this chapter)