051 Three-life fantasy refining

"Cunfeng" Shiyin shouted anxiously when he saw Wu Chenfeng forcing his eyes with a painful face.

"What on earth did you do to our captain?" Haichen was in a hurry and drank it.

Hai Chen has now regarded Wuchenfeng as his lifesaver, and he is even more determined that even if he dies, he will die in front of Wuchenfeng to repay his life-saving grace.

Sea breeze, hammer, Xiao Liang, Tianshuang, and Huizhi are also surrounded. The power of Zhenyuan gathered in Dantian and is ready to fight at any time.

"Little girl, is this your lover?" Meng Po ignored the others, but said to Shiyin with a smile.

Shiyin blushed and shook her head, but there was also a strange color in her eyes.

"Ha ha, little girl, I'm Meng Po, in charge of the third-generation memories in the world. All your human feelings are recorded on my three-life stone." Meng Po's right palm is suspended with the bloody stone with the word "three-life stone".

"I have a relationship with him?" Shiyin asked with a red face.

Meng Po nodded, "Love in the past life, fate in this life."

The poem "Love in the past life, fate in this life" silently said these two words, and the white face like sheep fat flew on two clouds. The beauty made people suffocate, and the beauty made the world pale.

"Ha ha, little girl, how about we make a bet?" Meng Po squinted and smiled.

"What bet?" Shiyin doubted.

"I bet that your little boyfriend can get out of this fantasy. If he can get out of the fantasy, then I will let you cross the bridge. If not, I have to put all your memories into this three-life stone."

"Why should we compare with you?" The hammer waved the sledgehammer and shouted.

"Humph" Meng Po's face was cold, and a blood light suddenly shot out of the Sansheng stone.

"buzz"

The hammer only felt dizzy, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

This is a pure soul attack, much more powerful than the Xuanyin Pavilion, but in general, the soul defense of the hammer is not as good as Wuchenfeng. Naturally, it can't be resisted by the attack of the 'Sansheng Stone'.

However, it is obvious that Meng Po did not use Sansheng Stone to display the illusion of the hammer.

"How's the little girl?" Meng Po smiled again.

It's all women who turn over their faces as fast as turning over books, and this sentence is best reflected in Meng Po.

Shiyin bit her lip, looked at Wuchenfeng with a painful face, and nodded heavily. Now the seven people are not Meng Po's opponents. Meng Po's soul attack is really too powerful.

Moreover, Shiyin also believes in Wuchenfeng, which comes from the bottom of his heart.

"Ha ha, okay, let's watch it." Meng Po smiled, waved the th�, and the Sansheng stone suddenly floated up, and then cast a reflection, which was Wuchenfeng.

"Xiao Bai, are you really not coming with me?" Wuchenfeng's clear feeling is that his soul is attached to the body when he was young, but Wuchenfeng is now just a bystander. No matter what kind of suffering Wuchenfeng suffered when he was a child, no matter how painful he is, he can only watch it quietly.

"Xiao Bai, then I'm leaving. Take care of yourself!" This is the night when Wuchenfeng left Wuchen's house.

"Beast, you are so cruel that you let your cat kill your aunt and second mother, are you still a human?" This is the broken soul cliff.

"Xiao Bai, I'm sorry, you turned out to avenge me. I should have stayed with you at that time."

"If I don't die, there will be no martial arts minister in the world within ten years"

Then, Wu Chenfeng jumped off the broken soul cliff.

Under the bridge, Shiyin stared at the man in the picture, and two lines of tears fell in his eyes. This man was too bitter and bitter.

"That group of people should be killed" Hai Chen's eyes flashed two cold lights.

"Yes, beasts are not as good as" Xiao Liang also clenched his fist tightly.

The monk Huizhi, the "Amitabha Buddha", shook his head and proclaimed the Buddha's name heavily.

In five years, Wuchenfeng was taught by the master Xianyun at the bottom of the cliff, and five years made Wuchenfeng mature enough.

The world has been very quiet until the appearance of the killer death.

Suddenly, the moment he came up from the bottom of the cliff, Wuchenfeng suddenly felt that his soul could control the body, while the soul before Wuchenfeng was temporarily silent.

The powerful soul power is gathered in the sea of divine knowledge. Although Wuchenfeng does not have any true power now, this powerful soul power is enough to kill the Wuchen family.

In front of the gate of Wuchen's house.

"Beast, how dare you come"

"Come on, give it to me," Wu Chen said angrily.

Wu Chenfeng's face was full of indifference, and the powerful soul power roared out.

"sne"

Wu Chen's eyes widened, but the light in his eyes was already lax, and his body slowly fell backwards.

Wu Chen Cang, dead.

There was no fluctuation on Wuchenfeng's face, and the power of the powerful soul floated out freely.

"Help"

"Forgive my life"

"Mom, Dad"

···

The Wuchen family fell into chaos, and countless bodies fell to the ground.

Wu Chenfeng looked at the bodies all over the ground, and his expression became more and more indifferent.

"Mom, Mom"

Suddenly, a crying voice came from a crack, but the sound was full of fear and obviously did not dare to shout loudly.

Wu Chenfeng came to the place where the child was hiding indifferently and looked at the little boy with cold eyes.

The little boy covered his mouth and his eyes were full of panic, but he did not dare to shout.

"Oh, evil debt!" Meng Po looked at the scene on the projection of Sansheng Stone and shook her head.

"You are going to lose. This young man has completely fallen into a fantasy and has become a tool that only knows how to kill," Meng Po said.

"No, I believe him!" Shiyin's eyes are full of trust and firmness.

"Sum"

Her guqin appeared in Shiyin's hand, and her slender ten fingers were placed on the string.

With a movement, there was a tinkling sound like a spring.

"A song of liver and intestines, where to find a bosom friend in the world"

Meng Po shook her head, sighed, and turned her eyes to the projection of the Sansheng Stone.

The powerful divine consciousness gathered in the eyebrows of Wuchenfeng, and gradually, a small sword completely composed of divine consciousness was formed.

As long as there is one idea, the little boy in front of him will say goodbye to the world.

However, suddenly, a trace of struggle appeared in Wuchenfeng's eyes.

"Kill him, kill him, and you will destroy the Wuchen family, and your goal will be achieved. Isn't this your wish?"

"No, he is still a child. They are not good to you, but there are still many people in the world who treat you well, like Uncle Mosang, Aunt Mosan, villagers in Haishan Village, like your teacher."

Two voices have been lingering in Wuchenfeng's mind uninterruptedly.

Wu Chenfeng held his head, and the pain on his face was even worse.

Suddenly, the piano sounded like a spring, with a desire for life and an infinite yearning for love.

This is life, and we must fear life.