"How can the holy life be ruined when it claims to be eternal life?"
Budo statue is still unbelievable frown asked.
After all, the devil’s evil emperor, Brahma Gui Mu and others can come back from the dead after several falls.
"Immortality is not immortality"
Black people seem reluctant to do more explanation is light replied.
Chapter three thousand two hundred and forty-one Casting swords
Immortality is not immortality.
This sentence seems contradictory, but it seems to contain other profound meanings.
"I want to practice to the sacred land first from here."
Black man hey hey a smile.
Wu Daozun frowned slightly.
The black man laughed with a hint of schadenfreude.
Moreover, it seems that he can’t get away from the blood of the nether world by uniting to the sacred land.
Black-robed humanity "If you are less here, your practice will not be restricted by the three rules, and your realm will continue to rise."
"Although this sacred market is small, there are many opportunities, which means that people all over the world don’t have the opportunity to practice here."
Having said that, Wu Daozun doesn’t want to be trapped in this ruin before he can leave.
He has a clear eye in his heart, and he can really wait for the opportunity with the flow.
Fortunately, violet didn’t sink in, so she could soar to the world to find the butterfly moon.
the other side
The original fire red-violet has completely withered and scattered in the Styx and disappeared.
All the power of the fire red-violet has been integrated into the flesh and blood of Su Mo!
At this time around him are two long swords.
One is a violet sword derived from nature violet.
On the other hand, it’s a sword with red lines growing on its surface, which is like a blossoming lotus!
Sitting by the sea of blood, the black man seemed to be able to see the true state of violet through the vast sea of blood and suddenly said, "I can leave this sea of blood but I can give you a chance."
"Send those two swords around you in and I’ll recast them for you."
Sue ink smell speech hesitated slightly.
At first, he was a little worried that the two swords would never come back when they fell into the hands of the black man.
But on second thought, even many broken magic weapons in the holy market where the black man is located are much more powerful than the two long swords around him!
Those magic weapons are all saints’ weapons after all.
What’s more, red-violet has fallen into the sea of ghost blood for so many years, and the black-robed people have never got their hands on it. There is no need to covet this red-violet sword.
Thought of this, Su Mo sent the violet sword and the red-violet sword into the sea of ghost blood and let Wudao Zun take them to the holy market.
"You brought that big hell with you."
Black people added
Su Mo frowned slightly.
A-bi’s hell was broken by that heavenly punishment. I wonder what the black man wants in this broken hell.
Su Mo said nothing and turned away.
Wu Daozun looked at the black man in the holy market, and he could know for the first time if there was any change in his mind.
See black people first took the red-violet sword two fingers gently across the blade to the tip with a flick.