A huge sword net has been formed to surround the wronged souls in the middle. If anyone wants to get rid of any resentment, he will be cut off by the sword Qi immediately,
Monk Bei Hong''s palms are folded, and the sound of the Buddha''s horn comes, stripping the wronged souls and generating a stable collection of grievances,
Qi Yu and Li Hanlin took this opportunity to join hands again and force the wronged soul to die,
"When the gods and Demons read, the magic dance broke the sky!"
"Kill the living ghost. Cut!"
"Xia Ke Xing, silver saddle shines on the white horse!"
Two people and a ghost,
To destroy the grievances of the wronged soul,
The complete ghost form is defeated,
Wen Tianlan''s sin also guided thousands of sword Qi to fall one after another at this time, cutting off the broken resentment in the world and turning it into fly ash.
Thunder lights up the sky,
No one knows how long it''s been,
But the bodies of heroes, dragon spirits and those who have gained the Tao are covered with the filth of ghosts,
Each one is exhausted. Looking at the broken war situation in front of us,
The wronged soul is destroyed,
Millions of ghosts are coming to an end,
Even if you pick up a life and escape, it''s only one in ten thousand,
Mr. Wu''an looked into the distance on a white horse,
This war,
Kill millions of ghosts. I''m afraid his name of human slaughter will be rewritten from today,
Ghost slaughter,
More suitable for his post-mortem name,
Unfortunately,
The 400000 Zhao Jun saw his brilliant move today. If not, who is still questioning his ability.
God,
It''s never sunny,
The torrential rain offered by the dragon soul covered the north and south of the river,
Countless wronged souls are wandering in the world,
Without the constraints of the underworld,
The world seems to have returned to the original turbulent period,
A body,
Left alone and ignored,
Now,
Too many people died,
Even the living can''t care. Who cares about the dead,
A wisp of wronged soul floated in,
Her soul is more ancient and mysterious than the wandering souls around,
As it floated past the body,
The wronged soul hesitated,
Since the sky is rebuilt, is it God''s will,
If it''s God''s will,
Did your husband return to this world and wait for his reunion,
The wronged soul hesitated for a moment,
Finally attached to the dead,
Boom~~~
The roar spread thousands of miles,
At that moment,
The dead opened their eyes,
In the clear eyes, there is dissatisfaction and resentment towards the world. Similarly, more are their helplessness for the first half of their life and their desire to seek their husband
Xuanwu Island site,
The first emperor suddenly opened his eyes,
Just now,
The great wall he used to guard the world collapsed,
Without any sign,
The world-famous Great Wall suddenly lost control and collapsed thousands of miles,
"It''s you ~ ~"
The first emperor clenched his fist and said in a deep voice,
But soon his expression returned to calm,
Now that the world is in turmoil, anything can happen,
Her rebirth,
Of course, it''s not surprising,
If she comes to seek her revenge, it doesn''t hurt.
A mere Dalit,
Even if you are reborn ten thousand times, how can you be an enemy to the king.
Think of her as an ant,
At the beginning, the emperor closed his eyes again,
The underworld of Cao Cao can be reopened in nine days. I want to be the emperor of these ten days,
Even if the sky falls apart,
He also wants to win the sky and hold power in the world
In the dark,
The woman opened her eyes,
But to her surprise, the body did not seem to be the body of an ordinary person,
There is also a force in his blood that he feels extremely difficult to control,
"That''s the blood of the Phoenix, woman."
A cold voice came from her ear,
Stunned,
Except for myself,
There are other ghosts,
"It''s you."
The talking ghost seemed to be very familiar with the female ghost''s breath. It just looked at her and knew her origin,
"Do you know me?"
Asked the female ghost,
"Not really, but we are the same kind of people."
In the dark,
Out of the shadow of two ghosts,
A ghost, a scholar,
A ghost, his face livid, looks like he has been dead for a long time,
"Should I call you ''Bu Chenxiang'' now, or was it your former name, Meng Jiangnu?"
The dead pen scholar put away his folding fan and asked,
"Unexpectedly, even you have come back to life. There is great chaos in the world. The first emperor still wants to continue his spring and autumn dream. It seems that he is doomed not to be accepted by heaven."
The coffin was on one side,
At the beginning of the dynasty,
Xu Fu hasn''t led 800 boys and girls to find long yuan,
In order to show his unprecedented achievements, the first emperor began to recruit workers from all over the world to build the ancient Great Wall,
That year,
Meng Jiangnu and her husband fan Xiliang have just married,
As the saying goes, "people have misfortunes and blessings overnight, and there are unexpected clouds and clouds in the sky". Less than three days after they got married, a group of Yamen servicemen suddenly rushed in and grabbed fan Xiliang,
But a year later, fan Xiliang didn''t hear from him,
Meng Jiangnu has embarked on the road of finding her husband for a hundred years,
Through thousands of difficulties and obstacles,
She finally found the laborer who was arrested with her husband to build the Great Wall,
"Brothers, did you build the Great Wall with fan Xiliang?"
"Yes!"
"Where''s fan Xiliang?"
"Dead."
"Where''s the body."
"Has been buried in the middle of the Great Wall."
Those years,
It is common for millions of workers to die in the construction of the Great Wall,
Tired,
Dead,
Just throw it into the Great Wall, and others continue to work. Who cares about who is buried and where.
My husband died,
And the killer is the endless great wall,
Meng Jiangnu knelt down and couldn''t cry,
Blood and tears run dry,
Just to meet my husband,
But the Great Wall has no end. Who knows where my husband''s bones are buried,
Finally,
When blood and tears run dry,
Her life is coming to an end,
Later, it was rumored that Meng Jiangnu turned into a ghost and attached herself to the Great Wall. Whenever it was late at night, she would continue to come out to find her husband''s whereabouts
"We are not the same kind of people."
Meng Jiangnu said,
Her mind is only on her husband,
As for others, what does it have to do with yourself,
"Don''t you want to find your husband?"
The dead pen scholar asked,
"Do you know his whereabouts?"
"If you want to see him, unless all the great wall falls, you should know this better than we do."
Meng Jiangnu was silent,
The Great Wall has fallen,
How difficult,
The first emperor was even less likely to agree,
"We can help you."
"We have a common goal."
"You can never find him alone. Only by working with us can you get a glimmer of hope."
Meng Jiangnu hesitated,
After thousands of years of searching, I never saw my husband,
If we can dump all the Great Wall, can we find him,
"There is only one chance. If you miss it, you will be separated from him forever."
The coffin said,
"This is your last chance."
"But I won''t harm people. Even if I turn into a ghost, I still preserve human nature."
"Don''t worry, we won''t force you to do what you don''t want to do."
Seeing Meng Jiangnu compromise,
The dead pen scholar finally relaxed his mind,
The first emperor may not think that some people''s obsession is eternal,
Meng Jiangnu may not help them to start the emperor''s revenge,
But with her around,
The great wall of the first emperor may not be able to attack all,
"Come on, we''ll take you to the next place."
"Where to go."
"Of course, it is the existence with the same idea as us. If you want to overthrow the first emperor, do you think it is enough to rely on the three of us?"
"Will there be any more?"
Meng Jiangnu''s nonsense,
In addition to her longing for her husband,
The obsession of 800 boys and girls,
In today''s world, who else would be dissatisfied with the first emperor,
Now the first emperor is protecting the world from ghosts,
"Yes, of course."
The coffin smiled strangely,
With the wriggling of his lips,
Meng Jiangnu opened her eyes in amazement,
Sure enough,
From the day when the first emperor appeared,
The group also came back to life with endless resentment,
burn books and bury the literati in pits,
Those who burn poetry and books and entrap Confucianism will lack the six arts from now on.
Hate for the first emperor,
I''m afraid no one can compare with them
hades,
The temple of the son of heaven,
Although Shen Lian couldn''t move,
But I''m always trying to figure out how to connect my thoughts with the human world,
Ministers of the state of Qiang,
Dragon soul,
All released by him to help the human Tao,
Even if the first emperor stayed in the world, he knew it,
The first emperor, whether tyrant or benevolent,
Shen Lian didn''t worry that he would do anything special when the hell didn''t exist,
After all, the emperor,
And supreme glory,
The human world is the land where they once galloped. Ghosts want to devour it,
The first emperor would not agree anyway,