Volume 3 Chapter 817 Everyone Has to Die Since Ancient Times! (Second Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote!)

Chapter 817

The tens of thousands of fleeing monks screamed one by one. Under the Ghost Moon, wronged souls began to appear on them.

These wronged souls were all human beings who were killed by them to refine their spirits and flesh.

"Don't come over!"

"You are all dead, how can you still exist!"

"You are all dead, disappear quickly!"

"I am not afraid of you alive. I will kill you all. I am even less afraid of you turning into ghosts after death. Look at my magic weapon!"

But it is so meaningless. These wronged souls appeared, no matter the magic or the magic weapon, they were completely unharmed under this Ghost Moon.

No matter you fly into the sky and hide in the ground, no matter you have great magic, but they are around you, there is nowhere to escape, no place to hide!

They surrounded and captured the monks who killed them one by one, no matter you are Yuanying Zhenjun or Jindan Zhenren, they captured one by one and sent them to the auction house.

At this time, there were screams, screams, ghost cries, and ghost howls everywhere!

But Luo Li and others were unharmed.

As long as they didn't kill humans and refine spirit meat for immortality, no ghosts would be born here to claim their lives.

Those monks sent to the auction house would immediately let out terrible screams. Even a fool would know what would happen to them. Then those wronged souls and evil ghosts slowly bowed to the runes on the gate of the auction house and slowly dissipated.

They got their revenge and returned to reincarnation!

But only Luo Li knew that when they dissipated, good deeds were injected into the strange runes!

Luo Li shuddered all over his body, both excited and scared. He didn't expect that there were people like him who could absorb good deeds and use them for themselves!

Looking at this scene, Changfeng couldn't help but say: "Tao, Daode Sect, the legendary immortal arts of Daode Sect, complain if there is a grievance, take revenge if there is a grudge, Qiankun Daode Ghost Moon Soul Locking Art!"

Luo Li couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect that the legends about Daode Sect are all true!

They are so cruel!

On the one hand, they use the immortal meat of Junrou Sect as bait to provoke countless monks to kill people and refine meat for them!

Then they tricked all the monks who worked for them here and killed them all. These monks are actually the pigs they raised!

Moreover, when killing these pigs, they also summoned the ghosts of those who died unjustly, and then sent them into reincarnation to get good deeds!

It's really cruel, they did it inside and outside, but whether it's people or ghosts, they were calculated by them and became part of their harvest. It's too cruel, too cruel!"

At this time, more and more monks were sent into the row of sales, and immediately screamed.

Luo Li suddenly discovered that in the auction house, there was another strange power, which slowly rose and injected into this rune, but it was just the other side of the rune.

This power is very similar to good deeds, but the feeling is completely opposite, it is completely a dark and terrible feeling.

Suddenly Luo Li seemed to understand that he was absorbing the spiritual fluctuations of gratitude from the people, so he named it good deeds. If you do good deeds, you will get something.

It seems that the Daode Sect can also absorb the spiritual fluctuations of people's fear and pain, which should be considered a sin.

Changfeng said: "Let's go. I don't know why, but I am not afraid of the fat, stupid and thin tyrant Zhenzun who has transformed into a god, but this resurrected immortal is too scary."

Aurora said: "I can't resist it, let's go!"

Luo Li nodded, pulled two people, and immediately used the 49 escape technique, plus the Shenzu escape, and fled with all his strength.

Luo Li planned to force his way through the thousand-mile restriction, but for some reason this time, the thousand-mile restriction was completely ineffective, and he escaped a thousand miles away in one breath.

Suddenly Luo Li was overjoyed. This should be the plan of the Black Hand Zhenjun. It worked. Countless people escaped, and the restriction was broken. He continued to run wildly and escaped hard.

This time, Luo Li had never felt such a terrifying feeling before, because his core trump card was stronger than his!

No one knew the power of rewarding good and punishing evil better than him!

He fled thousands of miles away and continued to run wildly! Another thousands of miles!

Then in a flash, Luo Li found himself back at the mountain gate of Junrou Sect!

The thousand-mile restriction did not disappear, but expanded to 20,000 miles. All the monks who escaped, escaping 20,000 miles, were all teleported here!

Luo Li's heart suddenly became cold!

He let out a long breath and said slowly: "Two brothers, prepare for a fight!

We can't escape, we can only fight! Survive in death!"

Changfeng smiled and said: "Then let's fight, we monks, why fear a fight!

I have the Tianchen Yueyin Bu Lao Tianhuang technique, below the return to the void, at worst we will perish together!"

Jiguang knelt down, facing the west, and began to recite the scriptures silently. As his scriptures, a scripture robe slowly appeared on his body, looming!

He stood up and said, "Buddha is merciful, the great and merciful Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva!"

As he said this, a strange power rose from his body that made Luo Li feel terrified.

Luo Li looked into the distance, and at this time, monks who were not haunted by the ghosts and fled were constantly being teleported back. Black Hand Zhenjun and others were also there, looking at the auction house stupidly, their legs weak and their hearts chilled!

The auction house was dark, like the mouth of an evil beast. Countless monks who were sent in made various screams that resounded through the world, and then it was silent. Countless terrible things happened there.

When you see it, you will have a terrible feeling of fear and trepidation.

This is not a spell, nor a premonition, it is the instinct of human life, the deepest memory engraved in the blood of life countless ages ago!

This is the fear of death!

This feeling of fear, Luo Li has never had in his life!

This life, the first time he was born!

Facing this terrifying feeling, Luo Li took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and suddenly he said:

"Since ancient times, everyone has died!"

This sentence is an exclamation, the last exclamation before death!

At this moment, he truly understood the feeling of Wang Yangming, the founder, when he wrote this poem!

Among thousands of enemies, he was surrounded and had no chance of survival, but he was carrying the expectations of countless people, the hopes of countless people, and his lifelong ideals, which were about to end.

Unwilling, unwilling, but that's it, the road ahead is long, and it ends here!

Luo Li let out another long breath, and slowly continued to say:

"Since ancient times, everyone has died!"

But this sentence is completely different!

This sentence is firm and confident! The calmness of death, the conquest of fear!

There is no way ahead, a dead end is ahead! However, this is not the end, fight your way out of this dead end!

In a desperate situation, even if it is extremely dark, don't give up, work hard, struggle, and fight!

There is no way, break a way out!

Even if it means death, you must rush out!

Life has only one death since ancient times. If you are not afraid of death, what else is difficult!

Fight, fight, fight!

Endless fighting spirit, emanated from Luo Li, this fighting spirit, soared into the sky, under this fighting spirit, the fear feeling, all dissipated!

Luo Li roared fiercely!

"Since ancient times, no one has not died!"

With his roar, all those who were teleported out, who were trembling with fear, in this roar, the coldness disappeared, the fear dissipated, they all felt the emotions in Luo Li's heart, and they all became excited!

Fight, fight, fight!

It's just one death, what's so terrible! ——

The ancient sages left behind poems that were famous for thousands of years, but they could not change the general trend of the world. They wanted to kill the thieves, but they were powerless to turn the tide. Let me, in this world of immortal heroes, commemorate the ancestors and eradicate all evil. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!)