Chapter 73 The Pen of Merit...

"I'm not crazy. Since you took the cone of mountains and rivers, that's fine, because sooner or later you will come to me with it, but the merit pen, I am determined to get it. Once the four pillars are broken and two pillars are broken, half of the sky will be lifted. , there is nothing in the world that can stop me." The ghost face finally opened his mouth, and then his dark eyes swept around, "You came as soon as you came, and brought so many rabble-are they afraid that you would turn against the water on the spot? ?"

This indiscriminate attack, almost everyone present was slapped by him.

The ghost face turned his eyes and saw Zhao Yunlan, and the smile on his face became more and more strange: "Oh, it turns out that the Lord is also there, no wonder."

Daqing's expression turned cold, but before he moved his legs, Zhao Yunlan grabbed his long hair and pulled it back.

Zhao Yunlan showed a grinning expression, holding Daqing's hair with one hand to keep him from running around, and reaching into his pocket with the other hand, he took out a cigarette.

Daqing became a human, and still followed the cat's instinct when it was pulled, and gave Zhao Yunlan a paw, but he lost his long fingernails, leaving only a light white mark on him. He found that Zhao Yunlan's hands were frighteningly cold, and he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Don't make trouble, you fat man." Zhao Yunlan called out those three words to an ethereal "person" without any disobedience.

Daqing: "What happened to you?"

Zhao Yunlan gently exhaled a puff of smoke, his lips became whiter and bloodless, but his eyes were still amazingly bright. "I'm a little nervous," Daqing said.

Daqing's eyes widened.

Zhao Yunlan turned his eyes to the side: "The underworld is followed by the crow clan, and the other demon clansmen form their own family, the Arhat of the West, who is that person, Taoist?"

The ghost-faced axe slashed down, and the crowd was automatically separated into groups.

"Either they are highly respected, or they have attained to heaven and have a priesthood." Daqing said, "but there is no one who is qualified to intervene in the battle between these two people. Except for the two of them, I've only seen those who are dragging their tails."

With a human face and a snake body, she is an ancient goddess and emperor, Nuwa.

Snow flakes began to drift across the heavy sky, and the ugly creatures and ghosts from all walks of life were clearly separated, confronting each other, and they were on the verge of breaking out.

Daqing turned his head away from looking at Dashenmu, reluctantly calmed himself down, and said to Zhao Yunlan, "You'd better stand back."

The icy snow flakes wet Zhao Yunlan's cigarette butt. He took out a tissue from his pocket, wrapped the cigarette butt and ashes, and stuffed it into his pocket in an environmentally friendly manner. He retreated from the battle circle according to Daqing's words. He went straight around the others, walked under the great sacred tree, and put his hand on the cold withered tree.

Dashenmu doesn't know how tall it is, but the big roots exposed from the ground have already reached Zhao Yunlan's chest, and it is like a god entrenched here.

"Although I don't know anything," Zhao Yunlan said heartily, "but do you recognize me?"

When he was thinking like this, suddenly, from between his fingers, a small, tender green bud sprouted from the tree of the Great Shenmu. It slowly pulled out a slender, hair-like jīng, and gently wrapped around it. hold his fingers.

Zhao Yunlan touched the miniature mountaineering bag he was carrying, and smiled softly: "Then I'll try it first."

At this time, the ghost face reached out and grabbed it, and the huge soul refining cauldron was held in the palm of the ghost face's pair of hands that seemed to cover the sky and the sun. Against the background of the pale fingers, a stream of gray and black things were in the soul refining cauldron. surge.

"The ancient tree of merit - a body that has not yet been born or died." Zhao Yunlan heard the ghost face say in a low voice, "Does the Lord know what the merit pen is?"

Zhao Yunlan turned around, leaned his back on the Great Shenmu, and looked up at the ghost face from a distance: "Listen to what you said."

"Before Yan Huáng fought against Chiyou, there was a division of the gods. In order to establish order, the two emperors Fuxi and Nuwa went to Kunlun Mountain and asked for a branch of the Great God Tree. Nuwa remembered that she hated the soil with three corpses when she created man, so she made her own. Advocate, put the sacred tree in the place of great disrespect..."

The Soul Slayer shouted: "Shut up!"

An invisible black air suddenly flew from his body, and the Soul Chopping Saber in his hand extended infinitely, just like the legendary Dinghai Divine Needle back then, only the handle of the blade was still less than two inches for people to hold, bearing the weight of this thousand jins.

The tip of the Soul Chopping Knife seemed to have touched the sky, and the thunderous situation was stirred up by his knife, and a thunderstorm fell, giving people the illusion that he had stabbed a hole in the sky - Shenlei slashed straight to the top of the ghost face .

Ghost Mian laughed loudly, just raised his head, opened his mouth to catch the divine thunder, swallowed it into his stomach, and immediately dropped the Soul Chopping Sword, at the position of the Soul Refining Cauldron in Ghost Mian's hand, slashing all the way to his chest, where the knife edge passed. A shrill north wind blew up, shards of ice the size of fists flew everywhere, and large tracts of secluded animals rushed over.

Zhao Yunlan took a lot of work to stand firm, and sat on the bulging root of the Great Divine Tree. There was nothing to do in the chaos, and he lit another cigarette. He finally understood the embarrassment of the Soul Killer - the ghost face is not taken. He is an enemy, and others don't use him as an ally. This is the true level of the two of them. Last time, they were under the auspices of mountains and rivers.

At that time, Ghost Face didn't seem to want to seriously fight the Soul Killer.

"A place of disrespect?" Zhao Yunlan repeated it in a low voice, and the ghost face seemed to have made clear what he had been wondering about in a few words. It is said that people have three corpses, which refers to people's "greed, hatred, and delusion". The book said that the three corpses on a human body were obtained from the soil, so the "land of great disrespect" probably refers to the source of the so-called "greed, hatred and ignorance".

He saw the ghost face rising into the air, dodging the Soul Chopping Blade, and the entire Kunlun Mountain trembled when he landed. He continued: "Shenmu is merciful, it dies first, then takes root, and grows into an ancient tree of merit and virtue in legends of later generations. After the battle between Huáng and Chiyou..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" The Soul Chopping Saber cut across, and Zhao Yunlan could hardly see where Shen Wei was, let alone how he could wield the knife nearly 100 meters away in his hand.

He slashed across the waist, and the voice of the ghost face was cut off again. His figure suddenly shrank. Just when it was half-height, the Soul Chopping Sword slid across his head, and the Soul Refining Cauldron landed on the ground with a loud noise. Voices came from all directions, calling out its name.

With the Soul Refining Cauldron as the center, endless secluded animals emerged one after another.

Zhao Yunlan looked in the direction of the Soul Refining Cauldron, neither showing any indignation nor excitement, and even did not look back when he suddenly noticed that someone was approaching behind him.

Daqing was not so calm. He suddenly jumped down from the tree with a short knife the size of a slap in his hand, which was hidden in his palm like a cat's claws, and rushed towards the approaching person like a ghost.

As soon as the ghost face raised his hand, he was stabbed by the black cat. His wrist was made of steel, and with a soft sound, he flicked Daqing's blade to the side, and the ghost face turned back and made a claw to grab Daqing's neck. Daqing is still sensitive after transformation. Unusually, he flipped two somersaults in a row, jumped onto the branch of the Great Divine Tree, kept kneeling and sat, staring at him.

"When you hit a cat, you have to look at the owner," Zhao Yunlan said, then he paused, turned his head slowly, wiped away the smile on his face, glanced at the ghost face lightly, and suddenly chuckled, "It's just that you can get on the top of Kunlun Mountain by relying on a soul fire on my shoulder. Do you really think this is your home?"

This sentence seems to be more effective than a hail of bullets. The ghost face, who was still arrogant just now, stopped abruptly, stood cautiously three meters behind him, and did not dare to take a step forward.

Shen Wei, who came in a hurry, was caught off guard when he heard such a sentence, and the whole person was stunned.

"After the battle between Yan Huáng and Chiyou, the three emperors couldn't bear it anymore, so they asked the way of heaven, and then used the ancient wood of merit to cut out a pen of merit and deeds. All things have spirits, and remember the merits and demerits of all living beings." Zhao Yunlan used a calm and unhurried manner. He said in a breath, he looked directly at the mask of the ghost face, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Later, Gongde Pen, as one of the four saints, sealed the word for the four heavenly pillars formed by the big turtle's four legs when Nuwa filled the sky. The sundial of reincarnation falls to the people, the cone of mountains and rivers falls into the ground, the pen of merit and virtue..."

Zhao Yunlan gently pulled the corner of his mouth and turned his eyes to the side: "The pen of merit turned into thousands of pieces and fell on all beings in the world - isn't it, Lord Judge?"

A figure hidden behind the Great Divine Tree walked out slowly, kneeled on the ground with knees, and said in a trembling voice, "The villain has a lot of things to hide, it is really unavoidable, Lord Kunlun atones for his sins."

Zhao Yunlan's eyes swept over him, and he didn't stop there, just sighed with a half-smile: "Probably the judge is pure-hearted and not good at doing this kind of deceit-I tell you, cheating Humans, if you want to achieve nine falsehoods and one true one, like the nonsense you told me last night, it is too easy for people to see through it. The fragments of the shard can also occupy a soul? To take the merit pen to take a soul from everyone? I'm afraid I can't do it, I don't think you can do it, what do you think? I am afraid that there are more than half of the people present today. Was it deceived by your words 'all the world'?"

The judge trembled like chaff.

At this moment, the Soul Refining Cauldron, which was being contested like a fortress, suddenly vibrated, and then the entire Kunlun Mountains. The Great Sacred Tree behind Zhao Yunlan suddenly burst into countless new shoots. , where the dead branches received snow, sparse small flowers suddenly grew.

The man leaned lazily against the tree gān, and didn't seem to take such a big movement to heart. He even added a sentence in the gap after the shock: "Since the merit pen belongs to my Kunlun, why don't you put it What about the return to the original owner?"

The face on the ghost mask was twisted involuntarily, Zhao Yunlan's eyes were half-open, and he flicked the soot with a paper towel wet with snow, and then threw a bomb: "Don't play tricks with me, I know what you look like. Sample."

Feeling that the person beside him suddenly froze, Zhao Yunlan lowered his voice slightly again, as if explaining something, and said, "All appearances are false, can I even distinguish people?"

The Soul Cutter didn't have time to speak, and a strong wind suddenly swept up the top of Kunlun Mountain, which was even more violent than when the two of them were fighting. Daqing, who was sitting on the tree, almost came down. He immediately turned into a black cat and used his claws. Live in the tree gān. The Soul Slayer and the Ghost Faced Man were okay, Zhao Yunlan leaned on the Great Shenmu to avoid the wind, but the others were all slumped.

The judge kept his kneeling posture and fell a dog and gnawed at the mud. Those who were fighting, those who were vacating, were crushed, and those who were escaping were dug up again, and dozens of secluded animals were swept up in the air. , stirred into the wind whirlpool, as if to swallow everyone together.

In the vortex, the shadow of a large pen flickers loomingly, it is the pen of merit!

The soul-refining cauldron fell apart in an instant, and the merit pen reappeared in the world.

However, Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei, and Ghost Face didn't move anywhere, just like the great merit pen that everyone had cut off their heads and grabbed, and suddenly it had nothing to do with them.

The ghost face suddenly asked: "Since the order... Shansheng is determined to win, why not invite it?"

Zhao Yunlan managed to keep his pretentious expression in the strong wind of the battle capital, and said meaningfully, "I'm afraid some people are waiting to reap the benefits."

The judge, who had a big bag on his head, lowered his head and didn't even dare to say a word.

The ghost face sighed: "You have the kindness of borrowing fire for us, I really don't want to do this."

After he finished speaking, he whistled, and the numb beasts poured out from the ground and surrounded them in the center. The Soul Cutter immediately stood by Zhao Yunlan's side and put his hand on the handle of the knife.

"Oh." Zhao Yunlan said coldly, "It turned out to be a bug on my tree."

After he finished speaking, something suddenly dropped in his hand, as if a large amount of concentrated sulfuric acid had fallen into the ground, and the secluded beasts on the ground were making human-like, extremely sharp screams. It's not that the strong wind will go away, so he quickly retreats to one side, and while retreating, he says, "Five black soup, yes, it's five black soup..."

The five black soup is made from the blood of black dogs, black cats, black donkeys, black pigs, and black bones. It must be born in the month of yīn, without half a stray hair on the body, black heart and black belly. It is nothing. Valuables, but they happen to be rare, are the secret recipe for restraining people under the spring.

It is self-evident who this thing was originally prepared for.

Who would have known that they would not give up an inch of land, and before they had time to do it, at this moment, the merit pen suddenly shrank, and in the flash of lightning, it flew straight towards the Great God Wood. When no one responded, it was so straight. The ground submerged in the Great God's Tree.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, the ghost face threw his sleeves and threw the judge out. Then he immediately put his hand into the Great God Wood to grab it. Zhao Yunlan instinctively grabbed his hand.

The ghost face's arm was terrifyingly hard, Zhao Yunlan felt that his wrist was slammed into an iron plate, and he didn't need to lift his sleeves to see that it was definitely green inside.

However, he didn't show it, and for some reason, the ghost face didn't dare to touch him head-on. He changed his hand and inserted the Great Shenmu from Zhao Yunlan's side.

Hearing a sharp rubbing sound that made one's teeth sour, the ghost face's hand was mercilessly bounced back by Da Shenmu. He used too much force, and his nails as hard as iron were broken in two, and black blood poured out of them.

Zhao Yunlan retracted his hand and put it in his pocket, as if he had expected it earlier, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid your hand hurts to stop you, but I really don't know what to do."

The ghost's teeth clenched and turned into a cloud of black mist, and disappeared, but the beasts were not taken away by him, they were still rushing towards Zhao Yunlan and the others, and they were all killed by a soul-killing knife three feet away. .

Until then, Zhao Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief and showed a sly smile. Then, he tentatively reached out and touched the tree of the Great Divine Tree, feeling that there seemed to be a gravitational pull that was pulling him inward.

What a good tree, Zhao Yunlan thought in surprise.

"You..." The hood on Shen Wei's head was ripped off by the wind when the Gongde Pen was born, and the black energy on his body has been crushed to the ground, revealing that Zhao Yunlan's familiar face, his expression is extremely complicated, It seems to be anticipation, worry, and a little nervousness, "You all remember?"

"Of course it's just guessing and talking nonsense, you bastards, you can even believe this." Zhao Yunlan winked at him and shook his wrist vigorously, "Oh, I'm going, it hurts a lot. , that boy with ghost face is really a vajra gourd child."

Shen Wei: "..."

He felt a heart in his throat, and was pushed back into his abdomen from his throat, causing his chest to hurt.

"Stop them for me, the Great Shenmu seems to be calling me, I have to go, it's even better if I can fool the merit pen." Zhao Yunlan said, dived into the Great Shenmu, half of his body was submerged, and he remembered What, turned around and said to Shen Wei, "Leave the lights and the door first, I love you."

After finishing speaking, his figure has disappeared in the Great Shenmu.