Chapter 277:

The sun was falling from the domed branch dome that had broken a big hole, and the person who had been engulfed long ago thought everyone would never be alive again, but now they are standing in the beam of light.
His beautiful face was blurred by Jin Guang, and only a pair of dark eyes swept across everyone's amazed faces indifferently, and finally looked at Song Rui standing under the tree trunk.
"I am back."
Song Rui also smiled, walking forward, and found that the space had disappeared.
The two embraced in the golden sun, and their eyes were filled with a touch of warmth and joy.
"I knew you would come back." Song Rui whispered in the ear of the youth, his voice hoarse.
"I also brought you a gift, you must keep it." Fangalo patted his spine gently, and then put a dove egg-sized oval stone into his palm.
Song Rui did not take the stone out to see, but held it tightly and hid it in his pocket. The two were about to separate, but Minister Meng Zhong and Minister Yan surrounded them again and hugged them tightly.
Minister Yan is almost in his fifties, but now he is crying like a child, sobbing: "Teacher Fan, I know you can do it! You saved the city again! In these three days, There are more than 30,000 people who want to make fertilizer for this tree, and now they are all with rope and closed in the camp outside. "
"It's not counting, there are many people in the urban area who have lost their minds. The driver of the car suddenly threw the car in the middle of the road and ran to us; the doctor who was operating suddenly dropped the scalpel and ran to us; and Teachers and students of the school, old people in the nursing home, and even animals in the zoo. All the roads in the city are closed, but they can't stop them. Have you seen the zombie tide in the movie? It's exactly the same scene! "
Minister Yan took out his mobile phone and looked at related news reports, and wept with joy: "Fortunately, you solved the tree in time, otherwise our city would fall. You see, those who have lost their minds are back now, everyone It ’s okay. Mr. Fan, I finally found a pattern now, and you are the most reliable person. When you meet a weird case, it ’s better to ask you for help!

What he meant was embarrassing to Xuanmen.
However, Van Gaal did fall from the treetops. He lived, but the tree died. If there is no necessary connection between the two, how can it be explained?
"Impossible!" A master Xuanmen was reluctant to accept this fact, and vehemently denied: "Van Galore cannot achieve this level! Cut the cause and effect, break the reincarnation, that's the magical means! Son, why does he have such strength! "
Xuan Chengzi's eyes were also full of surprise. He knew better than anyone how terrible power he had to solve this tree. Reversing cause and effect, and dying to death, this is the Xian family's means; breaking the reincarnation and destroying the six Dao are even more powerful for the Buddha.
After all of this, Van Gogharo's injury not only healed, but also exhaled a suffocating energy field. This shows the obvious fact that he is more powerful and terrifying than the bodhi in front of him.
"You have become a god." Xuan Chengzi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly uttered a word that made everyone feel horrified.
"Amitabha, the Lord Van Gogh has gained the way." Master Chang Jing bowed deeply, with a sincere tone of voice.
Xuanmen everyone was stunned first, and then their eyes were rounded, and they looked at it with incredible eyes. Becoming a is the ultimate dream of all cultivators, and it is the only way to explain why the demon tree is not as good as Van Gogh.
Is he a god? How strong will God be? Do others have the chance to become gods?
A heavy gasp came from all directions, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at Van Gogh, but there was no admiration and worship of the gods at all, but it was full of fanatic greed. They wished to rush past like mosquitoes and flies, eat this person's flesh, drink this person's blood, nibble this person's bones, and then get the blood of God.
That's a god! Who does n’t want to be a god?
However, Van Gogh really didn't want to. He looked at these people with a cold tone: "There will be no gods in this world."
He pointed to the bodhi that had withered and gradually cracked into pieces of wood behind him, and slowly said: "Want to know why it can possess spiritual wisdom? Want to know how I killed it? Want to know your ancestors. Why is Master missing or dead? Want to know the whereabouts of Tianshui Treasure, and everything that happened to me? "
Every time he asked a question, the person in the field breathed quickly.
Xuan Chengzi's frost-covered eyes even ignited two clusters of flames. He wanted to know the truth of the year, and he wanted to know where kindness had gone, whether he had a good life. He fixed his eyes on Van Gogh ’s thin lips, unwilling to miss any word he spit out.
"Follow me to a place if you want to know." Van Gogh took the lead.
Xuan Chengzi only hesitated to keep up with it for two seconds, then Master Chang Jing, and then everyone.
Arriving at the camp outside, Van Gogh asked Minister Yan to prepare a few military vehicles to transport these people to the Van Gogh's old mansion. After finishing borrowing the same thing as him.
"This thing is not easy to borrow! But since it was your mouth, you should have agreed to it. Wait a minute, I will call to ask." Minister Yan went to the corner of no one to report the situation, and turned back in a few minutes. , Nodded and said: "The above agreed, I will send someone to pick it up."
"Then we will meet at the old house of the Fan family. By the way, where is Lin Nianci, and send her over too."
"She has been severely wounded, leaving only her last breath and she cannot move casually."
"Relax, she can't die." Fangallo patted Minister Yan's shoulder: "You just send her to my house, and I'll be responsible if something goes wrong."
"That line, I sent someone to the hospital to pick her up." Minister Yan did not object to any arrangements made by Mr. Fan. It was only then that he was able to see the real situation. In this chaotic age when the great frequency changes, Mr. Fan is the only Ding Hai Shen needle.
The above is probably consistent with his judgment, so even for such a valuable thing, as long as Mr. Fan spoke, he would borrow it.
"What else do you ask?" Minister Yan asked cautiously.
"It's gone, see you later." Fangallo walked towards a military vehicle waiting on the roadside.
"What is this?" Song Rui, who was sitting beside him, took out the oval hard object hidden in his pocket when the car drove a distance away. It's like a stone, but it's covered with wood texture, it feels very smooth, and it smells like a sandalwood scent.
"This is the seed of that Bodhi Demon Tree, you should keep it well." Van Galo explained.
"If I plant it in the soil and water it every day, will it grow into a demon tree again?" Song Rui folded his palms and made a joke.
Fangallo smiled face-saving, and said briskly: "Perhaps. Or maybe you try another day, in case it grows out of me?"
Meng Zhong, who was driving, shook his hands and almost hit the guardrail beside the road. Damn, these two guys were so bold that they didn't burn this evil door thing, but brought it out!
"This thing should be completely destroyed!" He shuddered.
"There is no power in the world to destroy that tree, and I can't do it. I just reversed its reincarnation and made it into its original form." Van Galo sighed for a long time.
"So, the thing that Song Rui is holding is actually the tree just now. It hasn't been destroyed at all?" Meng Zhong felt that he needed a pressure of oxygen.
"Relax, only the worst or the best in the world can make it take root." Van Gogh said lightly.
Meng Zhong simply couldn't understand this sentence.
Song Rui explained: "No matter how good a person is, there will always be evil thoughts in him; no matter how evil, he will occasionally burst out with goodwill. This seed cannot find soil for survival, because there is no evil or perfection . "
"But it has survived! There is a place in this world where it can take root and sprout." Meng Zhong heard it, but still felt uneasy.
"That was just a human accident." Van Gogh closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Meng Zhong and Song Rui fell into a brainstorm. What is a human accident? So is there anyone manipulating behind this bodhi tree? What terrible existence would that man be able to control such a holy tree of extraordinary strength?
"Damn, I have a headache!" Meng Zhong hit the steering wheel with his head.
Song Ruiwu meditated and said nothing for a long time. He remembered the feeling of being peeped.
Even if they were tortured to death by curiosity, the two did not bother Van Gogh, but kept silent silently.
These days, Van Gogh is tired, and Bai Jing's face has shown rare fatigue.
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After more than two hours, everyone was standing in the basement of the old house of Fanjia.
Seeing Lin Nianci wrapped in bandages was laid on the ground at will, Xuan Chengzi was originally slightly stained with warm colors, and immediately covered with frost.
"Sinister, how dare you treat her like this!" He took the dying girl into his arms and tried her breath with trembling fingertips.
"Relax, she can't die." Van Gogh sat cross-legged in the center of a circular circle with a rectangular wooden box on his lap.
The magic circle exudes a huge energy field, but the engraved runes are covered by a mysterious gas machine, making it impossible to see clearly. Rao is an expert like Xuan Chengzi who can only vaguely perceive the power and ominous power of the circle, but he does n’t know what it does.
So everyone stood on the outermost edge of the circle and looked at Van Gogh from afar.
"Master, are you still familiar with this thing?" Fangallo spread his palms and showed a pure black fish-shaped jade with a half-slap.
Xuan Chengzi's eyes lit up with two angers; "Sinister, you have stolen me to send the treasure, and quickly return it!" He drew his sword and pointed to Vanguard's brow.
The Xuanmen people standing behind him looked at the jade piece with curious eyes, and did not know what was special about it.
"Master, you seem to have forgotten that I am the spirit son of the Tianshui School. I took this jade piece for granted, not a theft." Van Galo said calmly.
"Yes, you have the right to wear it, but you have stolen it out of the sect door, and since you have defected, it's a death sentence." Xuan Chengzi's sword gave a sharp golden sound because of the soaring murderousness. Lin Nianci lying in his arms motionless, as if already dead.
Fangallo gripped the pure black jade and slowly said, "Master, if I tell you that I was not defected, but killed by Song Enci? This half jade was not my stolen income, and She did n’t want to throw it away. Master, you know, her appetite has been tricky since she was a child, it ’s not an absolute good, she is not rare.

"Do you think I will believe your gibberish?" Xuan Chengzi said coldly, his murderous intention even stronger.
Lin Nianci lying in his arms moved his head, and seemed a little uncomfortable.
Van Gaal placed the jade pendant and the wooden box on the ground, then stood up and took off his coat to reveal a pale and thin body.
"When you met in the enchanted woods, you conducted a trial against me, saying who I killed, who was full of evil." Van Gogh extended his slender index finger and pointed to everyone present, "Now, I also A trial is to be conducted, but not to you, but to Lin Nianci, who was once the admired Song Enci, the Holy Woman of Zezhou who was admired by everyone. "
"Bullshit!" Xuan Chengzi's sword tip shook, sending out a sharp blade of anger.
However, Van Gogh did not dodge. Instead, he stretched his arms, removed the magnetic field that masked the formation, and calmly said: "Master, please also see what my body is carved, and then look at the runes of this formation on the ground. What does it show. You do n’t know the ninth blood of the Tianshui School, which eats the soul array? "
The cultivator's eyesight and judgment are far superior to ordinary people. Between the electric light and the flint, Xuan Chengzi has already seen the dark awn of the formation, and the black text densely spread on the surface of Van Gogh. It is the Tianshui School's non-passing forbidden technique, Nine Heavy Blood Evil Soul Array.
In this formation, he only taught Song Enci, and can only be applied to the soul body, and can not cause harm to living people. It is used to imprison and refine the thousand years of ghosts.
After being ingested by this formation, the ghost will be burned by industry day and night, praying for the soul to disperse thousands of times in the extreme pain, but it will always become more stable than the previous day. One day, it will fall into madness because of the endless despair, lose its memory, become a puppet, and be driven by it at will.
Since this ancestor was created, it has been banned from use because of its violation of heaven and peace. Only when a sinful ghost king appears in the world, causing a huge catastrophe of souls, is it allowed to see the world.
But now, it really appeared on Van Gogh, what does this mean?
This illustrates two problems: First, Van Gogh had died long ago, and the so-called stealing of Yu Pei and his defection were completely unjustifiable charges. How can a dead person who is even imprisoned by the formation form return? Second, who can engrave this forbidden technique on Van Gogh, except Song Enci?
But why did she do that? Is it true that the person who stole the treasure and defected has always been her?
Yes, the news of Vanguard's defection was that she wrote to inform the martial arts; she also found Vanguard alone, fought with him, and recaptured half of the jade pendant. It took a hundred years to return.
These are all words of her side, and no one can prove it from the side.
Because Van Gaal once had the inferiority of Uncle Handblade, Xuan Chengzi had never doubted the truth. He always thought that Van Gogh had rotted away from the roots, and no matter how many evil things he did, it was not a surprise.
Song Enci has her reasons for not returning to nature for a hundred years. As long as she comes back, she can't be blamed. If Van Gogh does not return for a hundred years, it is speculation, murder and treasure, and sin.
From the beginning, he used two sets of standards to measure the two children, and he thought he would not look away. But the facts in front of him foretold that he might have looked away.
Xuan Chengzi quickly issued a second sword qi, deviated from the previous sword qi, put Lin Nianci on the ground, strode into the magic circle, hurriedly rotated, looked carefully, but found it more weakly- Yes, this is really the ninth blood of the Tianshui School, and it has nothing to do with it.
In this world, the only people who would characterize the formation were one himself, and the other was his apprentice Song Enci, whom he once loved so much.
"Why, how could ..." Xuan Chengzi had lost his ability to think, but just turned around, looked around, and murmured.
He had a hunch that there was a truth that was most likely to tear his heart, and made him mourn sadly, waiting with his teeth in front of him.
Lin Nianci was wrapped in gauze, only revealing the heads of two nostrils, and was turning hard to where Xuan Chengzi was. Her fingertips were twitching, and her chest, which had been weak in breath, was undulating up and down. It was obvious that she was very anxious.
However, this trial has just begun.
Fangalo pointed to the head of the Nine Major Schools standing outside, reminding: "Master, you have forgotten a bit. The reason why this formation is called the Nine Heavy Blood Evil Soul Array is because it requires Sacrifice the blood of nine Xuanmen masters. Do you think that the one who was killed by Song Enci in an extremely cruel way is only me? "
Xuan Chengzi, who was eager to check the formation, suddenly froze.
The nine masters were stunned for a while, and then their faces were distorted by great consternation and anger.
What a great heroine from Zezhou, Song Enci, what a great hero who saved seven dragon veins!