"You are already very strong, and you can live a good life even if you don't harm others, but why, why are you just unwilling to stop?" In the quiet room, a woman in blue asked Zhu Peng. Her attitude of desperate for others made many men in this world compare.

"Noisy"

Zhu Peng, wearing a lacquer robe, did not move his hands and feet, but glared at Ye Qingyi through the gray and white air curtain. He did not take action, but the ancient white bone tower that was flying over his head was squirming from the vitality. The gray and white air mask shrouded around Zhu Peng suddenly emitted a circle of impactful forces to blow everything around Taiyin Zhenren. This force naturally focused on Ye Qingyi, who was the first to be affected. The girl was rushing away like a butterfly blown by the strong wind, and hit the wall behind her heavily. Although she was not severely injured, there was no place in every inch of her bones on her body that was not moaning or hurting.

"Strong? How strong is it to be truly powerful?"

The gray and white air curtains around him dissipated. Zhu Peng withdrew his body to the Flying Bone Tower above his head and also showed his figure from the mist. He walked towards Ye Qingyi step by step, stretched out his palm to lift the beautiful picturesque woman in front of him, pressing her neck little by little, staring at the girl's little face that was gradually red due to lack of oxygen. He struggled endlessly but seemed to be like an ant shaking a tree, and let out a low roar:

"If I'm really strong, why can I have only a hundred years of life?

If I am really strong, why can I only kill my most respected master?

If I was really strong, why did I have to kill you with my own hands? Answer Ye Qingyi, since I was a child, I was nurtured as my spirit ghost, can you understand the blood on your hands when you closed your eyes...my feelings?"

The surface of the Taoist Sect of Tianshifu is unlimited, and it seems that every inch of land is shining with the purest sunlight, but who knows it?

In that dark corner that cannot be penetrated by the sun, how did its blood and cruelty to torture normal people into madmen? The four hidden halls of demons, demons, ghosts and monsters in the Heavenly Masters Mansion, among which the comprehensive strength of the Ghost Palace is the most powerful, not only because of the powerful wisdom of the Ghost Palace Masters in previous dynasties, but also because of the unique inheritance of the "Twin Palace Masters of Human and Ghost Palace" in the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Masters Mansion, it cannot be cracked at all.

The two men who share the same minds are of course incomparable to the other three hall masters who have the same situation and cultivation.

Zhu Peng more than ten years ago was still a Sunshine Shota with a pure and cheerful smile from the inside out. At that time, he was already known as the Heavenly Master Mansion... No, he was an unprecedented genius in Taoism since the Ming Dynasty. He was the only Taoist hope that could be promoted to the foundation-building realm in five hundred years, conflicting with the constraints of a hundred-year life span of mortals.

He was born with pure and undispersed innate energy in his body, so he was at the third level of Qi refining at the age of ten. This was a talent. He established the foundation at the age of three and practiced Taoism at the age of five. He practiced diligently for ten years. He was known as a genius but his mind was not confused. His foundation in Qi and Dharma was solid, and he was devout to the heart of Taoism. This was a perseverance. He read the Taoist scriptures throughout the Taoist scriptures, studied quietly and had many experiences. As a child, Zhu Peng's knowledge of Taoism in his heart at that time was no less than that of Taoist lecturer of the Tianshi Mansion. This was a qualification. There was also a childhood sweetheart who was always taking care of his good senior sister, which was a fairy fate...

He became famous in a young age, had a great future, and was highly valued by the Taoist sect. The Tianshi Mansion had provided the greatest support for the living expenses required for cultivation. At that time, Zhu Peng was also pure. He only felt that he had spent his whole life experiencing the sutras and rolling in the Taoist treasure for a lifetime. If he accidentally broke through to the foundation-building realm in the future, he would have been the greatest happiness in his life. However, all the beauty was completely torn to pieces in one day.

One day when the sun sets, it is because of the cause of the death of the Ghost Palace, one of the four hidden halls.

A cold iron sword was stuffed into Zhu Peng's hand the same day. A middle-aged Taoist from the Zhang family of the Daozong pointed to a dark Taoist temple and told Zhu Peng: "Either go in and kill the people inside and refine the life spirit ghost, or go in and be killed by the people inside and refine the life spirit ghost..."

Looking at the Zhang family Taoist who had handed the sword weapon into his hands and walked away without looking back, Zhu Peng knew very well that he had no choice - the living genius is precious, and the dead genius is nothing.

"Haha, just kill someone to take his soul to sacrifice the spirit to refine the spirit ghost. As the successor of the ghost palace, I have already prepared myself for such a serious matter?" Zhu Peng, holding an iron sword, said to himself, and then walked into the dark Taoist temple with an ominous premonition, and saw his senior sister Ye Qingyi who had the same shock and uneasy expression as him...

The Ghost Palace masters and ghosts are the ones who die and live together.

Except for the parties involved, no one knew what happened in the Taoist Hall that day. In short, when Zhu Peng, who was covered in trauma, walked out of the Taoist Hall with Ye Qingyi, who was pierced with his heart, he had already become the real master of the Daozong Ghost Hall. It was not until a long time later that Zhu Peng accidentally learned that the inheritance of the "Two Masters of the Human and Ghost Hall" of the Ghost Hall had actually been abolished a long time ago. It was only because of the possibility of breaking through to the foundation-building realm that the old madmen of the Tianshi Mansion Sect family once again restarted the ancient inheritance of the Human and Ghost Hall Lords... But it doesn't matter. At that time, Zhu Peng had already used the low spiritual environment of the Dharma-Ending Age to untie the restraint and forbidden spells bound by the masters of the Ghost Hall in the past dynasties, and during the resistance, he almost wanted to kill many miscellaneous people from the older generation of the Tianshi Mansion.

In this world, there is no love or hatred, and there is no reason. In this world, there is no rational madman who is not forced out, and he is like the former Taiyin real person, the Taoist ignorant Zhu Peng at this moment.

"When my hands are stained with the blood flowing from your heart, I have decided. What I want must be obtained, and what I want must be done must be done. I will live your part for you." While speaking like this, Zhu Peng released the palm that clamped Ye Qingyi's neck and walked past her, regardless of the girl's slow slid down from the wall and coughed violently.

"You said I am Ye Qingyi, but why did you give me only incomplete memories? What is the knowledge of cultivation that I should have learned? What is the memory of my battle with you in the dark hall? What happened that day? Why didn't you give me the memory of that day?" One hand pressed his chest and coughed. Ye Qingyi grabbed the corner of Zhu Pengqi's robe and said in a word, but her hand was easily broken away.

"The knowledge of cultivation is so precious. After all, you are just a 500-point creation. How could the Lord God infus you with cultivation knowledge because of my memory? As for that day and that battle... you still don't know, otherwise I'm worried about whether you can maintain your current posture." Looking back, he looked at the girl who was half kneeling on the ground. She was so beautiful, like a green butterfly with a folded wing fell into the mud, with a little unique meaning in the sadness. Looking at Ye Qingyi's firm eyes and the beautiful eyes clearly distinguished from the black and white, Zhu Peng covered his cheeks and laughed.

"That day, you were greedy for life and fearful of death and were full of ugly things.

In that battle, you knew that your swordsmanship, cultivation, and minds were not as good as me, so at the beginning, you confused me with all kinds of good words and charming words... But I really believed it. That time was almost the closest battle to death in my life. Then your swordsmanship was too poor after all, and after attacking me, you still couldn't complete the killer. In the end, I was dragged until my strength was exhausted and my sword penetrated my heart. It was also from that day that I truly understood what it means to destroy the mind and the heart, and what it means to be the death of the Supreme One.

Now, can you still maintain that beautiful posture? You, who had been completely surrendered to the terror of life and death, are you still loyal and unyielding in front of me at this moment?" After a word, Zhu Peng walked away with his sleeves, completely ignoring his confusion in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul. A painted black red-eyed poisonous dragon seemed to sense the master's crazy intentions, wandered out consciously, climbed over Zhu Peng's waist and wrists, and finally rubbed gently on his cheeks. The cold breath and touch gradually restored the Taoist to calm down.
Chapter completed!