At this moment, Sister Hu could not help but look up at the sky with fear and trembling. She vaguely saw that at the moment when the red clouds were split by thunder and lightning, the golden and black light gathered together, like yin and yang in harmony, and the shape of a big sword gradually became clear.

The broadsword has no form, like some kind of aura manifested, without the sword

It has a handle, because no one can hold it; it has no edge, because heaven and earth are the blades.

"Cough, cough." Li Xiuyuan's eyes gradually closed, and he seemed very weak even when he coughed.

There seemed to be a hint of recollection in his eyes, as various scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a fleeting glance.

Suddenly, he seemed to have a flashback again. He didn't know where the strength came from. Looking at the memory of the sky, it seemed that he had returned to the scene when he first entered Lanruo Temple and faced the painted wall.

"Three, third sister." Li Xiuyuan said suddenly.

"Yes, the slave family is here, the slave family is listening." Sister Hu couldn't stop crying. She knew that today's death of the young master was a foregone conclusion, and even the gods could not change it.

The sadness and pain in her heart are incomprehensible to others.

Who says ghost foxes are heartless? It's just that this feeling is different from that of humans, but it's still strong and unforgettable.

"I seem to have a poem that I haven't finished yet. If I don't write it now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Li Xiuyuan squeezed out a smile on his pale face; "I'm afraid I won't be able to write any good poems at this time, but I will anyway.

But it’s just something on my mind,”

Sister Hu nodded repeatedly and wiped away her tears and said, "No, it's okay. You can write it if you want. I'll remember it for you."

"Um"

Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "I am suffering because my ambition is not to serve the people, and there are cries everywhere in the mountains and rivers. When my generation is in troubled times, I swear to fight injustice on behalf of the heaven."

"Dragons and horses neigh and hold guns, and demons and demons slaughter a basketful of demons. Demons can be destroyed, ghosts can descend, but only gods and Buddhas can cause trouble in this world."

"I wish to enter the heavenly palace and kill the gods and Buddhas, so that the divine way will decline and the human way will prosper."

"I turn my great aspirations into a sword and hang it in the nine heavens to reveal the holy light."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the swords gathering in the sky, the thunder gradually subsided, and said: "Eternity is the same."

"From now on, all living beings have knives on their heads. Who dares to stand high above them?"

When he finished reciting the last word, he saw that above the sky, the glow exploded, thunder and lightning overflowed, and the divine power disappeared. There was only a big sword hanging across the sky, formless, without blade or handle, and only a dazzling aura condensed.

, this breath is vast and infinite, the heaven and the earth are righteous, the sun and the moon are tilted towards it, but

It can destroy all evil spirits in the world and kill thousands of ghosts, gods, immortals and Buddhas.

No one can control this sword. When it is forged, it turns into the light of the bright moon, soars into the sky, hides for nine days, and hangs above the heads of all living beings like the sun and moon.

Although the sword is ruthless, it has a spirit. If there is a big demon in trouble and evil ghosts cannibalize people, the light of this sword will hang down from the nine heavens, killing demons and ghosts, and no one can stop it.

Sister Hu looked at the changes in the sky. When she lowered her head again, Li Xiuyuan in her arms had her eyes closed tightly and no breath. The exquisite heart with seven orifices on her chest had lost all its blood and its light was no longer there. The breath of the saint has since disappeared.

Without a trace.

"Ah~!"

When Sanjie Hu saw Ailang dying in her arms, she couldn't help but look up to the sky and cry hoarsely.

The grief in her heart reached its extreme, and she could no longer bear the emotions in her heart at this moment.

"God is unfair. You have saved everyone in the world, but who among the people in the world will save you? What kind of karma is this?" Sanjie Hu shouted in grief and anger.

But no one on the top of Mount Tai responded to her cry of grief, only the rolling sea of ​​clouds and the biting mountain wind.
Chapter completed!