final catastrophe

Chapter 362 45. Changing Fate
The fourth level of hell, the Hall of Judges.

Xia Ji took a deep breath, adjusted his facial muscles, changed his expression, and quickly returned to his original appearance.

What are you thinking about?

He controlled himself, and suddenly an inexplicable impatience emerged from his heart.

This emotion came suddenly.
So much so that Xia Ji closed his eyes and tried to distinguish carefully, it seemed to be real, not like he was acting out for fun.

So are real feelings?

It’s not right, it’s just an emotion based on the experience of the body.

For myself, it was too fragile and naive.

What is life in your own eyes?

The swordsman fingered a blank page of the book of life and death, lost in thought.

So, this is an independent personality?

I am like the vast universe, and is this a certain star born in the universe?

Feeling the impatience, volatility, and urgency in this emotion, Xia Ji smiled again.

Then you will be fulfilled.

As he thought about it, the impatience in his heart calmed down a little, and then brought a kind of urging.

Does it really exist?

This is actually relying on a personality that grew up on her own?
"Go save her, I know you can do it, this hell has no obstacles for you at all, please save her, I know she must be in the depths of this hell."

An inexplicable voice sounded from my heart.

Xia Ji listened carefully to the uncontrollable voice, which rang in his mind.

really interesting.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart and began to try the way of using the book of life and death.

First, I tried to think about my nominal senior brother, the former head teacher of Wudang, Meng Aiwan.

The book of life and death was opened in ink for a while, and the words Meng Aiwan appeared.

Then there's his life story
Xia Ji looked at it hastily, and thought: I didn't expect that senior brother is also a sentimental child, and he was also very stubborn when he was young. Although he was infatuated, he still left the woman named Jiang Sha for the sake of righteousness and Wudang.

Because many souls died in his hands, but also because he saved many people, he is suffering in the knife mountain hell on the seventh floor, and his sentence is 30 years.

After 30 years, he will be reincarnated in six realms, and he will still be a human being, with a predetermined life span of ninety.

It can be regarded as a lifetime of good deeds, after all, it is considered a good reward.

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Ji directly picked up the pen, and quietly wiped out the ninety, so...is it possible to live forever?
The traces of smearing changed quickly, and gradually became ten thousand by itself. Xia Ji tried to continue adding zeros later, but found that he could not add, probably this is the limit.

Now that he saw the name "Jiang Sha", Xia Ji continued to turn to the next page.

Looking at the biography of Jiang Sha's character, Xia Ji couldn't help being astonished.

"Humans are so interesting."

As for Jiang Sha's Yangshou, it turned out to be a series of values ​​superimposed six times, and finally it was almost 4 to [-] years.

Xia Ji tried to revise, but the pen and ink were blocked by a layer of protection similar to rules.

He had no intention of continuing rashly, so he turned over for the time being.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Tian appeared in Xia Ji's mind.

The name of Xia Tian also randomly appeared in the book of life and death
Then there is Xia Tian's life story, as well as good and evil, and in the Yangshou part, it is a short 30 years.

Xia Ji was taken aback for a moment, then picked up a pen to revise.

As soon as the brushstrokes containing ink touched the paper, they were bounced off.

Even pen and ink can't leave any trace under Xia Tian's name!

"This is what it is."

After trying a few more times, Xia Ji found that there was no way to leave any traces on the "Xia Tian" life and death book, so he frowned.

This shows that my sister. She will encounter the doomed calamity of life and death in her thirties, and the calculation time is seven years later.

Perhaps there is still such a possibility that the catastrophe will not be included in the book of life and death, because her lifespan has long been bound to the catastrophe.

Xia Ji remembered this a little bit. After all, this life is a family member. If possible, he is still willing to help.

And then.

He continued to experiment.

He even thought of the girl who tried to reproduce with him at first but unfortunately failed. She stubbornly accompanied him into the Yinyue Ghost City regardless of his persuasion.

Of course, from her point of view, maybe kindness is her proof and oath of love.

Ye Xiao.

The name appeared in Xia Ji's mind.

The word Ye Xiao suddenly appeared on the book of life and death, and then the word blurred again, and changed into a strange name: Ye Ling.

Sweeping his gaze briefly, Xia Ji probably understood that because Ye Xiaoyang's life was not over and his death was completely accidental, so he didn't stay in Huangquan for long, and he soon rejoined the world.

And the new name is Ye Ling, who is only three years old now, and he was born in a wealthy family, but the place of birth is a distant continent, far away from Longzang.

Xia Ji looked at Ye Ling's Yangshou.

"Only seventy?"

Randomly added a few zeros to her.

"I won't grant you seven thousand years old." Xia Ji secretly said.

Then, he looked at the two nominal masters who were originally in the Guihe Sword Club.

Guishou, and Crane Immortal.

life of these two
In a word: none of them are good.

But at any rate, he had formed a good relationship with himself. Xia Ji thought about it and erased two zeros on the punishment time of the two, and then changed the animal path in the follow-up six realms to the human realm, and continued in the Yangshou column. Feel free to fill in three thousand.

No matter how little you live, you have to be three thousand years old.
Xia Ji thought so.

Flipping through the book of life and death, holding a judge's pen, sitting in this deserted and gloomy hall, outside the threshold are piles of evil spirits who have sealed the door.

They watched the man frantically altering the book of life and death, and couldn't help but feel extremely terrified.

But there seems to be some taboo on this threshold, they dare not enter at all, they can only watch from afar.

Xia Ji also had a good time, writing and drawing casually, hooking and crossing.

Even Dragon King, Song Shuang and others have made modifications
In a short time, he felt that he had mastered the book of life and death.

So, twist back again.

The original name came to mind: Ren Qingying.

These three characters appeared in the book of life and death, but they were different from everyone else, their deeds and longevity were all question marks.

Xia Ji picked up the pen and went to revise it. Anyway, let's write 1 years on Yangshou.

However, the pen and ink were only congealed, and when he slightly touched the name, he was bounced away, just like the one he had pointed at his sister before.

This is fixed.

is doomed.

Even the judges of hell cannot make changes.

Maybe
It is not authorized to modify.

Xia Ji did not live or die, turned around, lowered his head, buried his face in the darkness that no one could see, and then swallowed all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, as well as the book of life and death.

For such a good thing, it is natural to hide it in the belly world first.

After doing all this, he coughed twice unnaturally, then turned around, and walked step by step to the door of the judge hall, just one step away from the evil spirits.

Across the barrier, he shook his head, then moved his body like a bow, and clenched the long knife tightly again.

In the eyes of the evil spirits, the man seemed to be accumulating energy
This seems like a move that has been prepared for a long time
But no ghost can stop it.

boom!
A wind dragon entwined with gold swung out from between his knives, directly severing a hole in the ghost wall.

At the same time, the man was walking with the wind.

The evil ghosts on both sides couldn't help howling, and the knife had already passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!

Passing through the ghost wall, the man stepped on the stone steps leading to the fifth level of hell.

Outside the gray clothes, the dark red light dimmed again.

Even the blessing of the big monster can't last for too long.

(End of this chapter)