As night fell, a strange light appeared on the cyan mask, floating in the night, especially penetrating.

At the same time, an extremely beautiful flower from the other side bloomed on the purple umbrella in his hand.

Weird, dangerous, and charming.

The flower of the other shore, in legend, is a flower of guidance planted by the Santu River. People follow the guidance of this flower to go to the netherworld and purgatory.

Mr. Guzhou's face was no longer relaxed. "After he took off the cyan mask from the umbrella, the flowers of the other shore bloomed on the umbrella. The mask should be something that inhibits flowering, and the blooming of the flowers of the other shore is probably not a good sign."

Luo Feiyu felt a bone-chilling coldness, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, "This flower..."

Green smoke suddenly filled the air, covering the two of them. The green-faced fangs jumped up slightly, bringing up a ripple of smoke, and pointed the umbrella surface at the two of them. The flower of the other side in full bloom on the umbrella suddenly became extremely charming, and then

Even the umbrella surface turned into a clear wave full of ripples.

Luo Feiyu clenched the iron sword in his hand, "What kind of technique is this?"

Mr. Guzhou said in a deep voice: "It's the secret technique of killing, Du."

The purpose of Buddha's meditation to save people is to get rid of troubles and distracting thoughts in people's hearts, forget trivial matters and end the past. For example, in Hanshan Temple, in order to transfer the murderous thoughts in Gu Jingyao's heart, a golden soul transfer array was set up to gather the power of all the monks to transfer it.

change.

The secret technique of killing "crossing" is to lead people to death, cross the Santu River, and reach the other side of the afterlife.

They are both crossings, but they are completely different.

Luo Feiyu couldn't help but take a step back, "Is there really anyone in the world who can reproduce this secret killing technique?"

Suddenly, the flower from the other side turned into a woman in red with a pale complexion, dancing on the rippling umbrella surface, with her long black waterfall-like hair constantly flying.

"What ghost?" Luo Feiyu trembled, and struck out with a sharp sword on the umbrella. However, the dancing witch seemed to be aware of it. She walked quickly, twisted her waist slightly, left the umbrella, and drifted to

Behind the two of them.

Young Master Guzhou turned around quickly and warned: "Don't act rashly. His figure is unpredictable in the green smoke."

The enchantress in red became quiet at this moment and stopped dancing. She held up a delicate and enchanting Bianhua flower in her hand and blew on it gently. The petals of the Bianhua flower fell apart and flew wantonly in the blue smoke. One of them was

The petals fell on Luo Feiyu's face. He raised his hand and touched it, and felt a sticky feeling on his fingertips. He looked at his hand and suddenly felt a chill.

Blood.

The blood quickly dried up, and was replaced by a burning pain. Luo Feiyu hurriedly wiped off the blood scabs on his face and fingertips, and the fallen blood dust actually burned out of thin air. The flames were as red as blood.

Tea.

The woman in red suddenly spoke, and her voice was as sweet as a bell: "The flower language of the other shore flower is that we will never meet each other between life and death. The other shore flower will also lead you to the other side of the next life. Anyway, there will always be one day, why not

Choose a good death anniversary and hit the road early."

Mr. Guzhou frowned and said, "Then when is the anniversary of the death of the two of us?"

The woman in red answered simply: "Today."

At the same time, the green-faced fang who put on a green mask and regained his nickname slowly walked out of the depths of the smoke with an umbrella and an umbrella. His steps were graceful and dignified, as if he no longer looked like a killer, but like a handsome young man who came from a wealthy family.

It's just that the flowers of the other side embroidered on the umbrella and the bells tied to the umbrella disappeared, turning into an ordinary oil-paper umbrella.

The woman in red looked at the green-faced fangs affectionately, as if she saw the answer she wanted in his mask, and couldn't help but smile knowingly, "My husband also wants to kill you."

Luo Feiyu felt a chill all over, "You called him husband?"

Mr. Gu Zhou frowned and explained: "According to legend, if you can't let go of your lovesickness after the death of your loved one, you can blend the blood of your loved one with the flower juice of the other side flower to make a pigment, and draw a other side flower on the paper. This flower will have spirituality.

.When the other side flower blooms, the soul of the loved one will be transferred back from the other side of the Santu River. I always thought it was a legend, but now it seems that it is very likely to be true."

The bright red was floating faintly in the green smoke, and there was no panic after being exposed. "Yes, my husband even cut off his own tongue for me and made seventeen bells. Whenever the bell rings,

It’s like I’m talking.”

Mr. Gu Zhou admired: "No wonder, your voice is as beautiful as a bell."

The woman in red giggled, floated to the side of the green-faced fang, and caressed the mask on his face, "My husband paid the price of being unable to speak again in order for me as a spirit body to be able to speak. From now on,

, let me speak for him."

She looked at the green-faced fangs and let fly a flower from the other side.

"Cyan is the color of my husband's mask, and I am his hidden fangs."

"Sad with you, flowers bloom on the other side."

In an instant, flowers bloomed all over the field in the blue smoke, and then withered in an instant.

"It's a small skill." Mr. Guzhou turned the folding fan in a circle, and then responded to the situation by clapping his right palm. The palm movement was soft and slow, which seemed very simple.

But all the flying petals on the other side withered in an instant!

When the head is white and the lamp is bright, there is no need for flowers to bloom. In the right hand, there are flowers and the lamp is shining brightly, and in the left hand, there are nine unique splendors, and the lamp is bright and the flowers are burning in the palm.

The body of the woman in red gently brushed the umbrella, and she sat on the green-faced fang's broad shoulders. She looked at the two of them with a smile, "What a great palm technique! But do you think letting the other side of the flower wither is the best solution?"

While she was speaking, the withered petals of the other side of the flower unexpectedly returned to their original color, as red as blood. Luo Feiyu was shocked.

"Many flowers are most beautiful when they are in full bloom, and the other side flower is no exception. The flower blooms without leaves, and is as charming as blood." The woman in red gently took a petal of the other side flower with her fingertips, "But the other side flower that has experienced withering once is the best."

It is most beautiful when it is because it already knows the way to and from the Santu River. It will come to invite you with the tenderness of death."

"Get to the other side."

Mr. Guzhou held the folding fan tightly, "How do you know?"

The woman in red said solemnly: "Because, I am also a person who has reached the other side of the Santu River." After saying that, her red sleeves fluttered, and the petals in the green smoke danced leisurely.

Soon, petals were flying and surrounded the two of them.

The sky is overwhelming and there is nowhere to go.

"cross."

Thousands of flowers extradite life and death.

Mr. Guzhou looked at the petals flying in and said, "There is no way forward, let alone retreat."

The woman in red said: "Now, you only have one way to go, and that is the Santu River leading to the other side."

"Die."

Suddenly the green smoke became very quiet, only the sound of petals falling gently.

Luo Feiyu didn't dare to express his anger. At this moment, he thought of thousands of sword energy combinations in his mind to break the petal killing formation, but none of them seemed to have a good effect.

Mr. Guzhou put away his folding fan and wondered what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the flowers turned sharply, bypassing Mr. Guzhou, and surged towards Luo Feiyu!
Chapter completed!