Chapter 922 (1/2)

”Fresh flesh and blood...”

”I'm sorry. You can't be greedy about my body.”

”Bang” to the ground, the flame rises, and a spirit of a hungry ghost rushes into the flame in the palm of Qin Yi's hand and disappears.

In addition to the air, the enemy here has all the hungry ghosts who are being punished.

Of course, they want to eat if they don't get in.

After determining the environment of the whole region, Qin Yi took the lead and broke into the group of hungry ghosts. An'an drives the water spirit behind him to protect the fire; the feather clothes control the air pressure, and the blade doesn't invade.

On the thorny road of blade and flame, the three stride forward like a smooth road.

If the hungry ghost blocks the way, just give it to Qin Yi.

The hungry ghosts here are monks who have been here for tens of thousands of years. All of them are not weak. Who can go to Beiming? Even the ice cold environment of Beiming can't bear it.

After death, these strong men tortured repeatedly in the hungry ghost Road, which is also a kind of alternative experience. They are even stronger than before they were alive. They are mixed with the anger of hell. They are very difficult to deal with.

It can be said that these ordinary people have been torn into pieces.

To be honest, they are also innocent people. However, they will lose their lives if they show sympathy at this time. Of course, Qin Yi will not keep his hand.

It's just that he can control this kind of hungry ghost.

He once got the red lotus robbing fire in a chaotic place, which is an excellent means to purify the resentment spirit. He once purified the female ghost in Penglai sword Pavilion, and the effect was outstanding. After the integration of the Phoenix Fire, there is a sense of transcendence and rebirth purification, and the effect is more obvious.

The exuberant Yang fire, which purifies everything, is not violent and does not burn out. It is warm and peaceful, which forms an extreme contrast with the ghost prison here.

”For you It's also a relief. ” Qin Yi sighed softly.

There are more and more hungry ghosts coming together.

Just like a moth to a fire, it is clear that it is to be purified and burned, but no one is afraid of it. On the contrary, there are some subconscious expectations, mixed with the evil idea of tearing up Qin Yi, whining and rolling in the flames. The whole atmosphere is extremely strange.

Qin Yi's eyes are ancient, and he really experiences the heart of heaven without sorrow or joy.

She has gone through the ages. She has seen too many similar complaints.

There will be no movement at all.

After being purified, the purest aura of living creatures can be preserved. Crossing the river is empty.

Purification is death and transcendence is rebirth.

The opposition between Fenghuang and the old enemy of the Ming River, the combination of life and death, the combination of ”several years” of Qin's chess.

”Boom

The flame of the whole flame path turned red.

Formed a red lotus.

The whole hungry ghost sword prison, red lotus all over the sky.

The fire of purgatory can't start, and the sword of judgment stops. The vast world is full of Qin Yi's looting fire. I don't know whose home court it is

Thousands of resentment spirit howled and rolled in the fire, with the roar of anger or joy.

In the suppressed fire of purgatory, I do not know when a trace of darkness quietly appeared.

The flame turned black.

There is a sense of silence spreading in the flames.

Qin Yi seemed not to notice, but was still dealing with the surging tide of thousands of complaints, but unconsciously, the wolf toothed stick held in his left hand quietly adjusted his posture.

”Whoosh!”

The black fire rushed up and spread, turning the three people's several feet into a black flame.

There is the death of the soul, the fire of silence.

It can make the spirit and flesh become ashes and die out soundlessly.

The wolf tooth stick ”ton” ground, heavy pestle on the ground. The explosion of the air rushed black fire scattered, in the air as if there is an image of nothingness, flapping wings, one foot.

”I knew it was you dead birds.”

In the air there is the ultimate resentment, roaring Soul: ”flow Sue

Qin Yi said:

Think oneself is the protagonist, in fact, the stick is.