"ah……"

Unknowingly, the sound of reciting the Jingjing Sutra stopped. Taoist Master Kongkong stared at the big cat lying on him with a complicated expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was hoarse, and the overflowing breath was completely blocked.

Compared with the first time when he used a lancet to cut Roger Betti's contamination, the sound of bone chisling was suppressed. It is now obviously much more proficient.

And perhaps because Taoist Master Kongkong itself is a spiritual imprint, which is more unstable than the soul, the knife cuts the pollution very smoothly, even if Bingyi attaches the power of the lancet to the cat's claw on the right forelimb, and Kongkong

The rhombus-shaped petal bone fragments all over Dao Chang's body are very small compared to a cat's claws, but it only needs the tip of its claw to make the bone fragments fall down automatically, which is really convenient. An Xuebao and Yu Xiaohonghou can't even pick up the bone fragments as fast as it can cut the bone fragments.

quick.

After all, Bingyi's body was filled with the power of butterfly pollution and flower of abyss pollution, and these bone fragments spontaneously gathered towards him. The spiritual lancet could only cut itself, but when Bingyi cut through the mental pollution of Roger and Betty,

I found that the judgment of this light knife is quite rigid. As long as he carries the same kind of pollution and has some spiritual connection with the other person, he can use the knife to cut others.

The premise is that the opponent is very deeply immersed in pollution, and the pollution is almost equivalent to the soul itself, so that the knife can misjudge it. For example, Roger Betty, who was basically assimilated by pollution before, and Kong Kong Taoist in front of him, who was almost completely affected by pollution. And the spirit

Although The Lancet has such and such problems,

Question, there is one unique thing that makes Bingyi very satisfied, that is, its power will spontaneously protect the cut soul and spirit - no matter how deformed, incomplete, or broken the soul is, before the effect of the mental lancet disappears, it will

It will not get worse.

Otherwise, a spiritual imprint like Taoist Master Kongkong that is basically integrated with the pollution of the Flower of the Abyss will collapse if a little pollution is removed. Of course, the power of the spiritual lancet is not unlimited. Once it has no power to protect the spirit, it will dissipate and break.

It still needs to be broken, but

This is no problem for Bingyi - in addition to the one he used for Betty Roger and the one he is currently using, he also has seven mental lancets. Not to mention that there are only a few seconds left before the old dream of Zero Point is shattered.

In two and a half hours, he has so many knives that Daoist Master Kong Kong can enjoy for a day or two.

'What happened at that time and why did the red guide destroy the flowers?'

Seeing that he was on the right track when cutting the petals, he didn't need to think too much. Bingyi slowed down his movements to avoid cutting too quickly. After cutting the petals, he lowered the light path to the hotel - although he also wanted to know, after the spiritual mark of a long-dead spiritual imprint like Kongkong Taoist Master was cut.

, will you be picked up by the hotel? After all, lowering the light path after cutting should not depend on strength, but convention. Whether you can board the light path and leave depends on the strength of the soul.

But Bingyi still has many things to ask, so this little experiment can be saved for the moment when the old dream ends. The big cat cuts slowly and bit by bit, and by the way connects everyone present, just like a chat room, they can all be together

Communication. Taoist Master Kongkong is afraid of him. If he just chats privately, this person may not tell the truth, so Bingyi simply behaves calmly. If there is anything, let's talk and listen together, no one will be left behind.

'You have a connection with him?'

Sure enough, Taoist Master Kongkong was silent for a moment and spoke. Although he did not answer Bingyi's question but asked a rhetorical question, his willingness to communicate was considered a success.

‘Whether there is a connection between the two minds, I think the Taoist priest himself will be able to see clearly’

An Xuefeng answered on behalf of Bingyi. He was frightened by the two-line operation of Big Cat cutting bone fragments and talking to each other at the same time. He was afraid that something might happen, so he simply took over the job of talking and said aggressively: "I would like to ask the director, why are you doing this?"

A sudden burst of pollution is going to harm my lover?'

‘Guide C is a very rare and good tour guide’

Yu Xiangyang also joined in, talking about Bingyi's close connection with metaphysics, and how many times he fought side by side with Taoist Ban Ming, the 'original' leader of the metaphysics generation, and how he was connected to the fate of metaphysics. Yuan Xue.

The hotel rules that had little to do with the old dream had just been contaminated by the Flower of the Abyss, and they had completely stopped. Yu Xiangyang could now speak freely. Even Bingyi himself didn't know about this, and he listened with great interest.

.

It wasn't until Yu Xiangyang talked about the ancient oasis of the thirty-degree north latitude journey inherited by Team Chen, and when Team Chen and others who were still trapped in the battlefield had a glimmer of hope because of Bingyi, Taoist Master Kongkong, who had been silent, finally moved:'

Chen Cheng, is he still alive?'

‘You are alive, but you can’t tell when you will die’

An Xuefeng said coldly that one of him and Yu Xiangyang were playing bad and the other was playing red: 'If Bingyi hadn't helped purify some of the pollution, they might have disappeared long ago.'

‘Taoist Master, Bingyi is now our most important ally in metaphysics’

Yu Xiangyang also tried to persuade him. He found that Taoist Master Kongkong cared about Team Lao Chen the most, so he used this as a pretext to ease his guard against Bingyi. After two rounds of persuasion, Taoist Master Kongkong finally sighed helplessly: 'That's all, I'm a poor Taoist.

He is already a dead person, life and death has nothing to do with me anymore.

"I don't have to be annoying anymore. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you and listen to it. But how much you can remember after hearing it depends on your luck."

They finally let go! An Xuefeng and the other two people were in high spirits at the same time. Taoist Master Kongkong’s statement obviously meant that what he said next involved many secrets from the past, and even related to the rules, so these memories are likely to be lost after returning to the hotel after the competition.

The seal was erased. But we will talk about the future later. They will never miss this opportunity now!

"There are only two things you want to know most. One, where are the petals of Pindao? The other, what are you?"

As if he had completely let go, Taoist Master Kongkong no longer treated Bingyi as he did before. He even raised his fingers that were only white bones and stroked the big cat. His cold, jade-like finger bones fell down and combed the long and thick cat fur like

Like a comb, it was so comfortable that Bingyi narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his fingers. Daochang Kong lowered his eyes, moved the corners of his lips slightly, and seemed to smile lightly.

However, what he said next shocked everyone.

‘The petals of poor Taoism are not in this spiritual imprint, nor are they in the original abyss’

'Maybe not even in this world'

'Not in this world? What do you mean?'

Taoist Master Kongkong's words made people look at each other, and they didn't react for a while until they saw him raise his hand and point to the top of his head. An idea flashed in Xue Bao's mind, but his eyes darkened slightly. Yu Xiangyang was a little confused and suddenly realized.

, subconsciously grabbed his tail nervously.

'Is it at the hotel?'

Only Bingyi was still knocking and asked with interest. He had no memory of going to the hotel, but he remembered that the light path projected from the sky was like a reflection from outside the human world.

‘Hotel? Hotels don’t dare to deal with this hot potato’

Director Kongkong smiled when he heard this, and flicked the tip of the Maine Coon cat's ear with his fingertips, instructing it to cut off the petals growing on its finger bones. This was a delicate job. While Bingyi lowered his head and was busy, Director Kongkong gestured to look at the snow leopard.

, seeing the snow leopard nodding slightly, he understood in his heart.

Sure enough, he felt strangely good. Bingyi had obviously lost a lot of memory, otherwise he would not have been so smart as to first think of a hotel.

‘Has it reached this point after losing so many memories?’

Taoist Master Kongkong didn’t know that the rules of this competition meant that the tour guide had amnesia. He only thought that Bingyi had grown to the point where he was no longer tolerated by the hotel and had his memory repeatedly sealed. He thought wrong, slightly pursed his lips, looked solemn, and suddenly said

:'No wonder you are so anxious.'

Seeing that Taoist Master wanted to favor An Xuefeng, he did not explain it. He keenly felt that he might be able to get more information this way. Sure enough, the news revealed by Taoist Master Kongkong next was shocking. If it were to be revealed, it would definitely cause a storm!

"It's already the end of ten years. It's incredible that Chen Cheng can still survive outside the territory...that is, what you call the battlefield."

The empty road has a profound meaning: 'Did he try to divert the journey to 30 degrees north latitude, but failed?'

‘Have you ever thought about why he thought about diverting the journey to 30 degrees north latitude? He is not a person with unreasonable and bold ideas’

These three words from Taoist Master Kongkong made An Xuefeng and Yu Xiangyang's hearts beat wildly. Could it be that——

'Because I transferred to him my two journeys to the thirtieth degree north.'

When Taoist Master Kongkong said it word by word, An Xuefeng was not shocked at all, but there was a feeling that the dust had settled and it was indeed like this.

'Even if his memory was erased by the hotel, subconsciously, he still felt that it was possible to transfer the journey to 30 degrees north latitude, and that it was feasible to transfer captain to captain, so a sudden inspiration and an accidental idea made him finally

It is possible to make this choice.'

Taoist Master Kongkong was immersed in his memory, and his tone was a bit nostalgic, a bit melancholy: ‘He will only think that this is what he thought of’

'You can transfer the journey to him, but he cannot transfer it to others. Is it because the butterfly fragments in your journey have petals in them?'

At this moment, An Xuefeng suddenly asked. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.

'Yes, otherwise why would Chen Cheng persist on the battlefield for so long?'

Taoist Master Kongkong shook his head and laughed: "Is he so strong?"

'But to be precise, there should only be butterfly fragments from those two journeys. The power of Thirty Degrees North Latitude cannot withstand the superposition of butterfly fragments and petal pollution, and it was almost assimilated when I passed it to him.'

Taoist Master Kongkong then told a very brief story. His spiritual imprint was different from those left by others. The memory of those spiritual imprints only stayed before the imprint was left, but Taoist Master Kongkong’s spiritual imprint was, to be precise, quite

to himself.

At the end of his journey in Northern Europe, everyone else returned to the hotel, but he was completely polluted because he ate the flower petals. He stayed in Iceland forever, in the narrow gap between the Land of Mist and the Land of Fire. He did not die.

His companions made various efforts to take him away. Director Huang told him the method of merging the tokens of the journey to the 30th North Latitude. In order to avoid being contaminated by flower petals and butterfly fragments and assimilate them immediately, Taoist Master Kongkong did not hesitate to fuse his own

Two tokens, fused with butterfly fragments at the same time.

At that time, he thought of using pollution from 30 degrees north latitude to contain the fragments and petals, but he did not expect that after fusing the butterfly fragments, all the petal pollution that caused all kinds of crazy distortions in his body would be absorbed by the butterfly fragments, and the petals would belong to the butterfly, reducing the

It takes some of the burden off him, but in the long run this is not a good thing.

The butterfly fragments fused with petals return to their original state, which means they are no longer the fragments corresponding to the journey of 30 degrees north latitude. They are no longer restrained by the journey. The pollution of petals and butterflies breaks out on Kongkong Taoist Master at the same time. He must day

Chanting the Jing Jing Sutra day and night can barely suppress it, but it cannot relieve the severe pain that erodes the bone marrow.

Surrounded by visions of severe pain and auditory hallucinations, he spent more time in a coma and less time awake. In his fragmented memories when he was awake, many people had visited him. Sometimes when he was awake, he saw all the eminent monks from the White Lotus Brigade gathered together.

People gathered around him, and while the wooden fish sang sutras, they performed ninety-nine and eighty-one days of rituals for him to suppress the pollution. Occasionally when he woke up, he saw a group of tour guides from the Butcher Alliance surrounding him not far away, absorbing the fragrance that filled his body.

out pollution.

He had many friends, and he was the leader of the East District at that time. With his status, he could not make many friends freely, but many people admired his character and naturally surrounded him.

The deputy team of Metaphysics, his friend repeatedly stepped on the seven stars to save his life, exhausted and vomited blood. The Holy Mother of Whitechapel was grateful for his life-saving grace, and gathered all the power of Whitechapel to summon the seven trumpet-blowing angels to bring about the end of the world.

The trial reenacted the Angels' Invasion of Northern Europe to suppress Norse mythology and the Golden Lunga Divide in an attempt to make him feel better. Director Huang even found a few voluntary tour guides for him, hoping that a tacit understanding would create a miracle.

Taoist Master Kongkong remembered all this. He had no regrets and did not want to implicate other people. When everything finally slipped into the irreversible abyss and the power of Thirty Degrees North Latitude was almost completely eroded, he realized that his life would come to an end.

end.

So at the last moment, he summoned people from metaphysics and selected one of the newcomers to pass on the Taoism. The choice of Chen Cheng was not because of his extraordinary talent or how good he was at singing sutras and chanting Taoism - although Chen Cheng already had a lot of talent at the time.

He even won the title of Sword Out of Hanshan in the year-end celebration, but he was still far behind Taoist Master Kongkong in his heyday. Chen Cheng could not even recite sutras, he was just a pure swordsman.

But since ancient times, those who concentrate on practicing swordsmanship have the strongest will, the purest Taoist heart, and will not be easily shaken by external objects.

"When I die, the butterfly fragments fused with the petals will separate, and the last token of the journey to the 30th North Latitude will be wrapped around them."

Taoist Master Kongkong said calmly: 'The original abyss has been completely closed, and I don't know when it will open. I passed them on to Chen Cheng, hoping that one day he can send the petals back to the abyss. This is not something that should exist in the human world.'

Speaking of this, Taoist Master Kongkong smiled strangely: "I didn't tell anyone except Chen Cheng about this. After returning to the hotel, his memory will also be processed by the hotel. After he left, Xuanxue also made a decision. I still

The illusion of being alive, but maybe someone will see all this, maybe someone will steal, grab Chen Cheng's butterfly fragments'

‘If someone really takes action, it’s probably Xiaohong, or her child’

Taoist Master Kongkong's words were like a thunderclap. In an instant, a scarlet figure appeared in the minds of An Xuefeng and Yu Xiangyang. It was the Ming Man! The Ming Man stole Chen Cheng's butterfly fragments!

Why didn't Chen Cheng say anything after losing the butterfly, or even acted very indifferently? Maybe subconsciously he knew that this matter must not be made public, there is something wrong with these butterfly fragments!

But why does Taoist Master Kongkong think that people from Director Hong’s side will come to seize the fragments? Could it be that——

‘The thing I regret most was being soft-hearted’

Taoist Master Kongkong's eyes fell on the silver-white big cat, his eyes were extremely complex, his voice was very soft, but his words were very serious: 'I felt soft-hearted for a moment, and I didn't kill Xiaohong in the abyss, but also sent her out alive.'

‘I gave birth to you, the evil star’

The white-bone finger touched the silver-white cat's forehead. Taoist Master Kongkong suddenly raised his head and looked at the entrance of the cave. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle for a moment. A little snow foam fell at the entrance of the cave, as if the wind was blowing through the snow. But the next moment, a golden

The big brown cat quietly stepped into the snow cave, met Taoist Master Kong Kong's gaze, narrowed his eyes, and walked step by step deeper into the cave.

The phantom cat, its body is covered with snow, no one knows how long it has been dormant at the entrance of the cave, and how many secrets it has heard——

No.

Taoist Master Kongkong raised his brows and smiled, slowly stroking the big silver cat's back. From beginning to end, they communicated in their minds using strings, and the phantom cat didn't hear anything.
Chapter completed!