Chapter 29, all about Acacia willow, the whole day of Qingzhong against the third life
After the god of the wasteland came out, he covered Han Zhongli's master into his body, and suddenly recalled the yellow tiger and turned into a long sword in his hand.
There are only three feet between Han Zhongli and Mo Ming, which is just a blink of an eye for them.
If it hadn't been for the scruples on both sides for the destruction of the crystal coffin and the building, they would have fought a lot.
After Mo Ming turned into a demon, his red eyes stared coldly at the god of the wasteland wrapped around Han Zhongli.
"Although I'm just a congenital realm, it's more than enough to kill you!" Mo Ming looked up to the sky and laughed and roared. Chu Xiang, today I will kill this negative person for you! My burning heart is boiling!"
"Roar--"
Mo Ming showed a struggling and painful look. With a "pop", a ten-foot-long whip tail was stretched out behind him, and his two-foot-high body climbed to three feet. The scales around him were more sharp and bright, and the black flame was as solemn as fire.
The air is twisted, spiralling, and the harsh roar comes from the wind.
Powerful! God has suffocated!
The desert after the second demonization is too powerful in terms of power!
It makes Tianci involuntarily think of the emperor of the dust cave sky, the emperor with fatal loopholes, both of them have the physical strength comparable to the thirty-six-phase master.
Is such a power that can be possessed by the innate realm? God-given help but does not live in the heart and shouts. I really underestimated the people in the world!
Indifferently rushed to the god of the wasteland, with only a flash, the huge body pressed down, and a long black fire-like knife cut to the god of the wasteland.
The god of the wasteland roared, and the Eastern Emperor Tiger Sword was like a yellow sun, hitting the knife of flames.
"Bang--"
The scattered turbulent turbulent ejaculated, and the onlookers were hit by the shock wave.
Liu Rumei held Tianci's arm tightly and stared nervously at the field.
"Ang--"
A painful tiger roar came from the scattered yellow light. The god of the wasteland, the yuan god of the Jindan period, holding a spiritual weapon, was actually knocked into the earth by an innate figure, showing only half of his body.
Mo Ming laughed wildly, with a demon-like face, ferocious and gloomy.
"Chu Xiang." Mo Ming looked at the black crystal coffin lying quietly on the street, and then at the god of the wasteland below him, and said word by word, "You died here for this person. Now, I'll let him confess to you!"
Raise the long knife and cut it down.
"Brother Tianci, go and save Han Zhongli!" Liu Rumei screamed and kept urging Tianci. However, Tianci did not move, but silently looked at the rolling flame and gradually came to an end.
"Mo Ming! Don't!" A shout sounded from afar, as if it was thousands of miles away, passing through a lot of space.
Mo Ming ignored, with a ruthless face, without any hesitation, and the long knife did not stop.
As long as it takes one finger, the god of the wasteland can be cut in half.
However, an arm stretched out from the air and pinched the knife of the flame in a moment.
Everything is still and motionless.
It's just an arm. Even if God opens the eye of heaven, you can't see that the arm is stretched out from there.
Mo Ming used all his strength before he opened his mouth and said slowly, "Brother, it's okay if you don't help me, why do you still stop me?"
First, the arms, shoulders, body, and then the whole body is exposed from the air.
The man let go of the hand holding the knife of the flame and sighed, "Seventh brother, you are too presumptuous!"
"Roar!" Mo Ming roared, "Chu Xiang was killed by Han Zhongli, and he will die!" There is no good thing in the Han family. Damn it!" Mo Ming was excited, and suddenly with another knife, he cut to the god of the wasteland.
"Bold! Seventh brother, you have been possessed by such Taoism!" Mo Ming's eldest brother said angrily, and as soon as he waved his sleeves, Mo Ming fell down again. His three-foot-high body smashed down and raised the dust all over the sky.
The god of the wasteland slowly dissipated. Han Zhongli jumped out of it and said with a pale face, "Mo Lin, it's not his fault. I'm sorry for Xiang'er."
Mo Ming's eldest brother looked a little stern when he heard the words and nodded, "Brother Han, this time it's my seventh brother's fault. I will ask him to come to apologize another day!"
"No, well, I didn't expect it to be like this." Han Zhongli was sad. Finally, he looked at the crystal coffin and walked forward. Mo Lin also accompanied him step by step.
Liu Rumei hurriedly ran to the two people who left. Seeing that Tianci stood motionless, he ran over to pull Tianci again and pulled them hard a few times, but Tianci was still motionless. Brother Tianci, what's wrong with you? Liu Rumei said strangely.
"I don't want to go." God-given face is expressionless.
"Then you wait for me here. I'll go and go back." Seeing that Han Zhongli and Mo Lin had gone far away, Liu Rumei hurriedly said and chased away with his feet.
The crowd around him gradually dispersed, and Mo Ming's demonized body had recovered, but he still lay motionily on the ground and opened his eyes wide.
Angry, unyielding, violent.
Tianci walked over, squatted down, and gently hit a point on Mo Ming's body.
In the eye of heaven, a boundary dissipates.
Mo Ming jumped up and said angrily in the direction of Han Zhongli's departure, "Han Zhongli, I swear, I must incarnate the god of death, torture you with my burning heart, and live forever! Eternal life!"
Mo Ming suddenly jumped on the crystal coffin and cried.
Such a strong person, an unyielding person, knelt down and cried bitterly for a woman at this moment.
Tianci looked at it silently, and his heart actually twitched in an ignorant pain.
Mo Ming cried for a while, gradually cleaned up his emotions, and whispered to the crystal coffin, "Chu Xiang, don't worry, I'll wait for you to come back, for sure."
He got up and took out a red rope, hung the crystal coffin at one end, and turned around and dragged the crystal coffin.
"Well, Chu Xiang, let me open the way for you. Let's go!"
"One open heaven and earth water house, two open sun and moon starlight, three open heaven ancient Buddhas, four open human temples, five open five squares five places, six open lightning and thunder, seven open the gods and demons, eight open eight King Kong, nine open nine ghosts, ten open local city gods."
The road song over and over again slowly chanted from Mo Ming's mouth, the tone was desolate and gentle, and the lonely back dragged the crystal coffin and left quickly.
One person and one coffin, it seems that it does not exist in the downtown, super secular.
So no one cares. The teenager is extremely paranoid.
Tianci slowly followed, and the paper money flying all over the sky floated by, scattered, and pulled out the last lament.
But when he turned around, the empty streets were filled by the crowd. Those existing and dissipated traces turned into stories, memories, and forgetting.
Mo Ming pulled the crystal coffin out of the city, and the crowd along the way automatically separated the way for him.
This is the custom of the Shanggong tribe. Singing the road song is to open the way for the dead and escort the spirits of the dead into the underworld. No one will stand in the way.
Mo Ming's speed gradually increased, and the crystal coffin rose from the ground and floated behind him.
Tianci had to run as much as possible. Mo Ming's speed was too fast. In such a downtown, it was like a torrent rushing by.
The sun rose and set. Before dark, they finally came out of Liuxia City.
Mo Ming did not stop and continued to pull the crystal coffin to Tianshan Mountain. Soon, he passed through a sea of flowers, and the Sansheng Cliff was in front of him.
People have three lives, the previous life, this life, the next life, the fate gathers and disperses. Many times, karma is entangled, and the third life can't be solved.
Mo Ming put the crystal coffin under the acacia willow in front of the Sansheng cliff, knelt on the ground, knotted his hands, and kept praying.
Just like that day, Chu Xiang knelt in front of Liu Xian and prayed Liu Xian to protect Han Zhongli. He didn't want the fireworks to change. The personnel was like this.
Tianci walked over, knelt beside Mo Ming, and bowed three heads to the crystal coffin respectfully. He said slowly, "With such people who love you, miss you, miss you, and protect you, you can be free from sadness, injury, shock or fear on the Huangquan Road."
It's a little dark, and the wind has a cold fragrance, which can't wake up the sleeping person.
How many stories, like this, happened in front of Sansheng Cliff.
"Why did you do this?" Mo Ming did not raise his head and stared at the crystal coffin in front of him.
"Because, I think we are very similar. The first time I saw you, I decided that you and I were the same kind of person." Tianci did not hesitate and blurted out.
Silent, quiet, speechless.
Mo Ming seemed to believe the words of God, so he said nothing more.
The two of them are relatively speechless.
I don't know how long it took, Mo Ming suddenly stood up, silently came to the bottom of Sansheng Cliff, took out a hoe, dug a big hole, and dragged the crystal coffin in.
The wind, the high moon, the coffin, dead to the void.
Mo Ming bent down, grabbed the loess one by one and sprinkled it on the crystal coffin, and sometimes sprinkled yellow paper money all over the sky.
The funeral song one by one is melodious, like an unchanging oath--
Maybe you're just too tired
Then you can sleep
Yanghua won't fly in front of you
The lost person will not cry in front of you
The sun shines through your eyes
The breeze has also stroked your eyebrows
And now no one can disturb you
I will hold an umbrella to protect you to sleep
Then you close your eyelids first
You are more beautiful when you fall asleep than a negative person
I let you sleep and let you sleep quietly
I gently cover you with the loess
My name is paper money to fly slowly