Zhutian Avenue

Overcast sky misty.

In the nether world, a group of demons and ghosts are still in shock and still running.

Yan Xiake and others stood in a ruin, looking at the far distance where the mist was rolling, and suddenly lost.

Who wins and who loses?

"Yan Yanxia, ​​us, what should we do?"

Wei Shaoyou tumbled in his heart, somewhat at a loss.

His conjecture was too terrible, so terrible that he was a little suffocated at this time, and he even dared not speak out.

Yan Xiake never looked at him, still looking far into the Underworld, his voice was low:

"Wait!"

This dark place is like a cage. If no one leads the way, even if the Yuanshen cannot enter or leave, they can only do so at this time.

Other than that, they simply have nothing to do.

The open-minded Taoist sits in the ruins, and finds out a classic from nowhere.

"Underworld Mansion, Underworld Mansion ..."

Wow ~

At the bottom of the nether sea, the huge dragon head lifted up and down again, and the scarlet violent eyes could not help but a trace of disappointment.

Why stop?

Keep playing ...

He growled in his heart, causing the entire Nether Sea to shake slightly.

He didn't know who this sudden Taoist was, but he had already seen in a collision that this Taoist was definitely not a waiter, then Xie Qi was burdensome and might not be able to overcome him.

But things did not change with his will.

"Ok?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

He knew that this ‘good’ was not meant for him, but for another ‘person’.

Because, with Xie Qi's voice fell to the ground.

Instead of sitting back to back, the black impermanence, which has been silent for thousands of years, has slowly raised his head.

Obviously sitting back to back, according to the direction, you should not see black impermanence.

But An Qisheng saw it.

Black is impermanent, not too dark. His skin is bronze, high on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of black eyes without any white eyes. After a trace of blur, he slowly recovered to clarity.

Then, An Qisheng heard the first sentence after the recovery of Black Impermanence:

"Seven brothers, stop your hands first."

His voice was hoarse and sharp, like two stones rubbing against each other, harsh, but exuding vitality, just like the rising sun, the earth after the thunderstorm.

If the white impermanence Xie Qi is condensed by the complete death, and this black impermanence is the gathering of all vitality.

They also called the messenger of life and death.

Interdependence and mutual restraint are precisely because of this subtle connection, Xie Qifang can carry it with his own origin and maintain the last impermanence of impermanence.

It was only then that there was an opportunity for resurrection.

"Black impermanence ..."

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and Xie Qi's hand stopped because of this impermanence.

In today's world, I am afraid that only he can change Xie Qi's desire to shoot.

However, this is not a good thing for Xie Qi, because it is too much and too much burden to bear two people with the origin of one person.

In fact, if this were not the case, the aftermath of that collision would not spread to the Undercity.

Nothing more than want to affect the resurrection of the black impermanence.

"Old Eight ..."

Xie Qi gently called his brother's name, a gentle smile appeared on his indifferent face.

Just like ordinary brothers who spoil their younger brother, there is no more indifference and killing intention.

If this scene made the demon who had died under his men countless years, the monks would be afraid to doubt life.

In fact, the bottom of the netherworld, the big demon, was stunned at this moment, and almost thought he was wrong.

"Seven Brother, I have been suffering from you all these years ..."

There was a trace of temperature in the black impermanent voice, which seemed to have just escaped from the thousand years of silence, capturing the bit by bit at this time.

"My brother, what did you say?"

Xie Qi shook his head gently, the voice became softer:

"You can come back, Qige is very happy."

The two brothers, one black and one white, sat back to back with joy in their voices, but unfortunately, under the maintenance of some invisible power, the two could not separate and they could not see each other at all.

With the recovery of black impermanence and the recovery of breath, the breath on Xie Qi's body began to slowly fall back. Finally, the two maintained a very delicate balance.

Like the seal space of the seal ‘toad’, life and death are independent of each other, but interdependent.

The two brothers told of the feeling of parting and reuniting, and there was no one beside them.

An Qisheng stood in the distance, watching quietly without disturbing or leaving.

After a long time, Xie Qicai looked back at An Qisheng again, with a trace of regret in his calm eyes:

"Now, I really can't kill you ..."

For thousands of years, and even more distant years, except for the emperors and the ghosts, there seems to be no one in the world worthy of his shot.

Even this An Qisheng, before really contending, he did not care much in his heart.

In the long years, he has seen too many arrogances, too many masters, but no one is an enemy of his tricks, and even some people in the world are mad at first glance.

If possible, he really wanted to go all out and fight with this man whom Fujun valued, and divide life and death.

unfortunately.......

Feeling the heavy moon-like pressure behind him, he gradually calmed down with one heart, and he gave up.

"The return of the Eight Lords is also a great joy. The Seventh Lord still has to think a bit more ..."

An Qisheng walked up to the head of the city with a sigh:

"Thousands of years of perseverance is the day when the Eight Lords return. If we meet today and leave tomorrow, it's a pity ..."

In Qin Wuyi's memory, he can see that Xie Qi is a rare and pure person.

Such people are few in the world.

"The Daoyou is the one that Fujun once mentioned? Sure enough, the seventh brother is without my burden, and it may not be better than you."

Xie Qi said nothing, but Hei Changchang spoke softly:

"But, you have persuaded the wrong person, the Nether Palace King's Offering, from beginning to end, is my idea ..."

Black Impermanence slowly raised his head, clearly sitting back to back, but seemed to be looking directly at An Qisheng.

"you?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Compared with Xie Qi's famous name, this black impermanence seems to have a very low sense of existence. There is a lot of silence in various legends and there is no sense of existence at all.

Looking at this time, I felt some unpredictable taste.

Black face, black heart?

You know, this matter, even Qin Wuyi, who has been in the world for thousands of years, doesn't even know!

It can be seen how deep this black impermanence is hidden.

"Seven of us, the third brother's book has the strongest gas, but his heart is upright and strict, compared to many ghost tricks, it is not as good as me ..."

Hei Changchang sighed softly, as if remembering the past, as if organizing language.

An Qi stood at the head of the city, looking at the expressionless black face, and a deep ripple appeared in the depth of his eyes.

Between the ripples, a pale white mark is slowly forming.

As his realm improved, his attainments of the great magical power of Dreaming Thousands became more and more profound, but he still could not easily capture traces of destiny like Xie Qi.

But once the hands are fought, even if the fate of the world is not leaking, it will still leave traces between the heaven and the earth.

"Are you looking at us in some way?"

Black impermanent eyes narrowed and asked suddenly.

"Ok?"

Xie Qi frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly cold.

Although he was unaware, he would not doubt the black impermanence of judgment, his eyes dropped, and there would be a cold current between heaven and earth.

"Why?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and as Xie Qi condensed his mind, the collection of spiritual marks in his perspective suddenly slowed to a point where it almost stopped.

But he did not panic, still calmly watching the black and white impermanence in front of him.

Dreaming into a dream may not be an invincible method, but Hechang Impermanence can never be found, because in essence, he is still spying on the world.

Spy on the traces they left between the world, not on their mysteries.

Therefore, no one will feel this.

Unless a person is able to put all traces of himself in the world, past, present, future, what has happened, what has not happened, all belong to himself.

If there are such people in this world.

"What a clever method, even if it's close by, it's unaware ..."

Black Impermanence looked at An Qisheng up and down, quite amazed:

"If I had your magical powers, it would be great ..."

He seems to have settled this point.

"Why?"

An Qisheng took the trouble to ask again, he could feel that this black impermanence seemed more willing to talk than Xie Qi's coldness.

This may be his habit, or this is why he has been silent for more than a thousand years.

"When you peep at me by some means that I can't detect, you can probably guess that we pay more attention to you."

Hei Changchang smiled softly, and his voice was no longer husky, and became calm:

"Although I fell into silence, I wasn't really dead. Seventh brother's seeing, hearing, thinking, and thinking were all felt by me, and I lost my sense of the outside world, in the silent darkness, the only thing I could do. , Is to read, think, and speculate over and over again ... "

To a certain extent, he and Xie Qi are already one side of the community. What Xie Qi sees is also what he sees.

This point ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ An Qisheng can also feel:

"So?"

"You came to this world, probably nine months, ninety-three days in 1994. According to the records of the life and death book, your body died just ninety-four years ago. Even, I can calculate The first moment you came to this world ... "

The black impermanence looks calm and slowly tells:

"Tai Chi Induction, Tai Chi Eight Diagrams Furnace, Tai Chi Supernatural Powers, Qiong Seed, Fengshentai ... One pile, one piece, all are your flaws, and one piece from this pile Among the things, I guess you have some means to spy on the mystery of others ...

Otherwise, even if you are a genius, you ca n’t achieve this level in just 90 years .... "

Speaking of which, Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows, and the pure black eyes, like the best mirror in the world, reflected An Qisheng's face, and seemed to penetrate his heart.

"You Dao, your flaws,

Too much. "