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A great monk stood on a cliff holding a simple knife, looking at the chaos around Sumeru, silent.

A familiar scene, a confusion of things changing.

He is a ghost monk, and he also calls him "Don't ask".

What is his original name? No one in the world knows except for a few people.

The Pu Dao in the world has rarely seen its glory.

In addition to Bai Changsheng, he has seen and experienced it.

The Pu sword is very old, with a knife of one meter long, and the Arhat tree is followed by, and the head of the knife is shining brightly.

There are many treasures on it, which is dazzling.

With a little power, the true energy will reach the sky, and the blade will shine. Many years ago, this was the little thought of the ghost monk showing off his martial arts.

At that time, he was still very young, very rampant, and ignorant.

But for so many years, no one knows how he survived, no one knows what kind of belief and stubbornness he sticks to.

He followed a person, whose name was Bai Sanshi.

At this time, Bai Sanshi was standing in front of the ghost monk, with his back facing him, and the corner of his clothes was bent.

It was a long blue-gray gown, draped over Bai Sanshi's body, and it was shattered but never discarded.

Bai Sanshi's pairs were very rough, and there were many calluses on his fingertips, and the friction was very heavy.

The hair is silver-gray, and Bai Sanshi is already very old at this time.

Bai Sanshi did not look back, as if he could not see anyone behind him. His attention was all in front of him, and there was a young man in front of him.

There was a smile on the corner of his eyes. The man was very arrogant and his unruly appearance made people feel a lot of fear.

This person is very strong and has strong skills, and you can see it at a glance.

Bai Sanshi was saying something to him, and the young man seemed disdainful.

Holding a knife in it, the man was painting, as if he wanted to fight Bai Sanshi.

Bai Sanshi smiled, and he could see from behind.

The young man was obviously angry and rushed over with a knife, but just as he took a step, he saw that the world had changed color.

The light shone one after another, and the gusts of wind and clouds changed. Before the young man could come out, he had already kneeled down.

No one knew what happened in the flash. He only saw the young man looking shocked and looking at the ground in front of him.

Slowly, the young man bit his lips tightly, as if he was unwilling to accept it, but he had no choice.

Turning his head aside, the young man gave in.

At this time, Bai Sanshi nodded and waved, and could only barely stand up when he saw the young man.

There were many vines wrapped around his feet, and I don’t know when and how they grew.

The ghost monk at that time was invincible.

Bai Sanshi at that time was unsolvable.

The ghost monk looked at the scene in front of him and clenched the Park Knife tightly, making a slight noise. Bai Sanshi in front of him seemed to have noticed it.

I smiled back but couldn't see my face clearly.

The ghost monk burst into tears, looking at the old master from afar through the long river of time, burst into tears.

The scene collapses and scatters in nothingness.

The ghost monk looked at it again, but found himself standing in front of a green mountain, where a lasting fierce battle was taking place.

Countless corpses were buried under the feet, and their unwilling eyes burst out from the deepest despair in people's hearts.

They were all dead, without exception.

There is only one person standing in the vastness of the world, and it is Bai Sanshi.

He looked at the other person speechlessly.

That person is very strong, so strong that he cannot look directly at him.

As the man kept coming out, countless sparks condensed from the head of the knife. He slashed it with one knife, but he didn't say a word in his mouth.

Bai Sanshi turned sideways, as if he had expected the routine this person had made. He was not panic, but it was very difficult.

The man turned his sword and slashed Bai Sanshi at the shoulder. Bai Sanshi did not dodge at all and went straight to meet him.

Puff.

There is no sound in this void, and the ghost monk cannot hear it, but he can feel the sadness and bloodiness.

Bai Sanshi staggered a few steps and couldn't stand firm, but he was still very strong. Looking at the person coming out of him, he felt sad and speechless.

"Pre-in-law!!! What happened that day!!!"

Before the scene collapsed, the ghost monk yelled at the sky, but could not stop this ending. The cause and effect collapsed and returned to nothingness.

A tear slapped the face and fell on the ground. This was a Jedi.

The ghost monk had no way to resist everything that happened, because it was all destined cause and effect.

He saw Bai Sanshi again and also saw himself.

At this time, I was standing on the side of Bai Sanshi, fighting with all my strength with the enemy in front of me.

The sword licks blood, and the gods and demons do not block it. Every time the ghost monk shoots his sword, he will ruin his life.

Bai Sanshi stood beside him, pointing in the country and carrying the double ranks.

Just looking at the distance, there were endless enemies, and among those enemies, there were people he was familiar with.

Why betrayal? Because of the world.

Bai Sanshi said something in this nothingness, but there was no sound.

The ghost monk knew what he said and talked to himself here.

The bloody battle that year and the tragic day were, many years later, could not let him go.

The ghost monk fell to the ground, turned his face and covered in blood.

He was wearing a mask and didn't want people to see his true face. This was what Bai Sanshi meant back then.

If it weren't for this mask, he would have been dead and would have implicated many people.

The ghost monk was covered in blood, lying on the ground and struggling, his face was ferocious but not at all cowardly.

But there are too many enemies, it is simply endless, and it is simply cruel that human power cannot resist.

At this moment, someone flew over. The man picked himself up without saying a word and fled back and quickly escaped.

The sword light and sword shadows flowed into the ground, but did not hurt the ghost monk at all.

The ghost monk roared angrily, unwilling to retreat, but the man ignored him and fled into the distance.

That person is the ancestor of Jianchen.

Before leaving, Old Ancestor Bai Chen took a deep look at Bai Sanshi, sighed and left.

Bai Sanshi never looked back from beginning to end. Looking at the enemy in front of him, he was not confused or timid.

Since then, the ghost monk has never seen Bai Sanshi again, but he knows that he is dead. In that case, Bai Sanshi will undoubtedly die.

There are not so many surprises or so many luck in this world. That day was the day of Bai Sanshi's sacrifice.

"Why should I see these?"

The ghost monk lowered his head, tears continued to stop, and he smashed his face onto the shackles, ding dong sounded.

He was locked in a prison, his feet were tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame.

The vitals and joints of his body were locked, and the waist-wrapped steel chains as thick as bowls were tied to his body. No matter how skilled he was in martial arts, he could not break free.

There was a man standing in front of him.

That person is called Lou Ming.

"Because I want to know if anyone survived that battle."

There was a rare appearance of caution in Lou Ming's tone. He stood in the shadow and grabbed the ghost monk.

"No, all dead, all dead, all dead, are you satisfied?"

The ghost monk seemed to be talking to him, without any anger or panic.

"What happened in the eighth year of Wanli?"

Lou Ming asked, almost coming out of the shadow, but he still held back.

The ghost monk raised his head and said nothing.

A sigh came from the shadow:

"Don't you want to know everything about him? Now that his son is still in the world, do you ignore everything he does? You should also abandon this great cause in the world?"

Lou Ming roared in a low voice, his tone getting faster and faster, but the ghost monk still refused to say a word.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

This is the lotus' sigh.

"Because I was born stubborn."

This is Park's sharpness.
Chapter completed!