Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Rewind time to a quarter of an hour ago. Fangcun Mountain.

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Chen Luo was frowning as he watched the battle between Song Ci and the two plague demons in the sky. In Fangcun Mountain's sycamore forest, a sycamore leaf suddenly fell off the tree, as if it was swept up by a breeze and floated onto Chen Luo's shoulder.

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Just when Chen Luo was about to pat the phoenix tree leaf off, an "old" voice entered Chen Luo's soul: "Song Ci is in danger.\"

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"Huh?" Chen Luo was shocked and asked in doubt, "Master?\"

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"Song Ci transforms corpse qi with righteous qi, which is already half a foot into the quiet writing." The Qinglong Emperor did not respond to Chen Luo, and he continued, "He can't be canonized in the world, and this shot is a sign of mortal death. "

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Chen Luo's face suddenly became solemn, but he also understood that, across the entire Southern Wilderness, to transmit voice to himself through the leaves of the phoenix tree would be a huge consumption, and he couldn't just come to report his mourning.

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That shows, maybe he has some role in this!

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"Master, what can I do?\"

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"You can..." Emperor Qinglong continued to communicate with Chen Luo. Chen Luo's expression changed from seriousness to thinking, and finally his expression softened. After a while, the phoenix tree leaf fell from Chen Luo's shoulder.

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"Old Mastiff, I'm going out!" Chen Luo said to Mastiff Lingling, then quietly disappeared and left Fangcun Mountain.

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a quarter of an hour later

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In the sky, Song Ci, who had just killed the heel, felt that the righteousness in his body was rapidly dissipating.

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To transform the body into the Dao is to pave a smooth road on the long bridge with righteousness. He can run a few steps forward on this smooth road, but if he can't connect to the other side of the saint, this road will eventually collapse.

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This is the doomed ending.

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It is also the third way for Confucianism to seek death--"martyrdom" in addition to "Blood Blood Danxin" and "Opening Taiping"

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Mencius said: There is a way in the world, and you should sacrifice your life with the way; if there is no way in the world, you should sacrifice your life with your body.

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The moment when this righteousness dissipates, is when life ends.

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However, he has no regrets!

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Perhaps the Qinglong Emperor is right, there are still people in this world who can help him

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But let himself hide in the dark, without saying a word, and watch the drum heel return to his ancestors, he can't do it!

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Having stayed with the dead for a long time, he sees life and death thoroughly.

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The wild goose leaves marks, the wind leaves a sound, people live forever, plants and trees fall, and it is a "come"!

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His holy way was suppressed by the guards of the rituals, and his writings were not allowed to enter the hall of elegance. Even if Cheng Nansong pushed it again and again, he would be nothing more than an unprofessional official.

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Today, he will use his own life to be a martyr!

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Show the power of autopsy and the power of the law!

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In the history books, when it comes to this tide of blood, who would dare to say that Song Ci had no name and name, and who would dare to say that the autopsy method was rude and disrespectful

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Lun!

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The aged-looking Song Ci looked around for a week. Now that he still has more power, he can still burst out all the corpse aura at once, blocking an opponent for the great Confucian of the human race.

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Who to choose?

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No matter who you choose, this old man has no plans to live from the moment he stood up today!

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Nanhuang, remember, there is a great Confucian of the human race, whose name is: Song Ci!

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Song Ci was about to say something, when suddenly a blunt voice entered Song Ci's ears.

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"Senior Song, I'm Chen Luo!"

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"Don't seek death.\"

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"My master said I can help you!"

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Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and immediately locked the direction of the sound, and immediately closed her eyes slowly, letting the corpse aura spread, isolating her own life, and falling from the air...

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In the middle of the journey, he adjusted the trajectory of his whereabouts a little, and unloaded his own weight in mid-air, and was finally caught by Chen Luo.

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"Run!" An urging sound came into Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo immediately carried Song Ci on his back, shouting as he ran--

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"Bai Mo's articles depend on my avenue. If something happens to me, you don't want to see Qiwen again!"

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"I just came to collect the body for Grandpa Song Ci. If you take action against me, the Fang family will be the first to spare you!"

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"The two clans are fighting, and the corpses will not be cut off!"

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"Grandpa King Jing, save me!"

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"Grandpa Shi, save me!"

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"Eldest brother, save me!"

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Sensing Chen Luo's behavior, the atmosphere in Nanhuang suddenly became strange.

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They didn't expect Chen Luo to appear in the Southern Wilderness, but how could it be possible at this time!

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Although the human race has only three guardians of the Tao, the question is, who knows if the temple and the Taoist palace have gone far?

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The heart of Confucianism, the heart of Taoism...

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Not to mention.

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At this time, who would want to be this early bird?

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Martial arts are nine thousand miles away, and their significance to the human race is not trivial. If there is a chaotic battle at this time, there may be an ancestor demon who will be moved, but now everyone is in a clear state, who dares to do it?

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Whether it can kill Chen Luo is not necessarily, but whether Chen Luo is dead or not, the one who shoots first will definitely be blown up by the Confucianism and Taoism!

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Besides, Chen Luo was right.

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Bai Mo's article still needs to be pinned on Chen Luo Avenue.

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In a book of "Wukong Biography", there is a bloodline of the Heavenly Dao Emperor and the demon blood. If you really write it down, it is possible that the human race will benefit more or the demon race will benefit more.

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Now, Nanhuang's general opinion on Chen Luo is to try not to make him a saint!

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In other words, under this circumstance, Chen Luo is absolutely safe in Nanhuang.

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Besides, the Song Ci he saved, a martyr, even if he was saved, the way would be broken.

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what sense!

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Still the same sentence, sometimes the human race is really unclear! What do you ask the dignified master of martial arts to save a dying person?

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But then again, it was the first time Wan Yao saw this long-awaited master of martial arts with his own eyes.

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How do you look, cowardly?

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Do you need to shout so loudly?

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You said Lao Jingwang, Lang Feixian forget it, what are you calling the Qinglong Emperor!

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Who do you want to scare?

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The Qinglong Emperor is old and powerless, who is afraid! (ke_ke)

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For a while, the ancestors not only restrained their breath, but also alerted their surroundings.

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Don't let Er Lengzi come out to Chen Luo, or be framed and framed by other races.

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That's really a grievance that can't be washed away even by a record of grievances!

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Just when the thoughts of the demons were spinning, Chen Luo shouted, "Ouch..."

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The ancestors saw that Chen Luo was carrying Song Ci and fell heavily.

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It wasn't that there was a problem with Chen Luo, but it was because Song Ci was seriously injured. While running, Chen Luo used red dust to suppress Song Ci's corpse qi. The corpse qi had the poison of bulging heels, which affected Chen Luo to some extent, and his feet softened. , fell.

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Chen Luo quickly got up and checked Song Ci. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he felt relieved. He put Song Ci on his back again and shouted, "Shameless monsters, they even attacked!"

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\"If you come again, I will kill you!"

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The Ancestral Demons of the Southern Wilderness: (?_?)/

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Is there something wrong with you?

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Without the ancestor demon, even the great sage can see that you fell by yourself!

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Where did the sneak attack come from!

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What nonsense are you talking about!

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Be tough on the air!

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Don't those Confucian scholars in the Southern Wilderness say that warriors are honest and simple in temperament?

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Doesn't it mean that Wufu is courageous and sincere?

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Your dignified Taoist master, how can you be so innocent out of thin air!

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You can't do it on your own, why do you blame the uneven road in the Southern Wilderness?

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Is it true that everyone is blind?

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At this moment, Lang Feixian asked leisurely, "Little Junior Brother, can you see who did it?\"

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Gan!

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All the demon ancestors felt their brains buzzing. Confucianism!

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What about your shame?

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What about your bottom line?

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What about the gentleman's style?

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"Wolf clan!" Chen Luo blurted out!

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Anyway, tigers and wolves are the great enemies of the human race, and they don't take this black pot.

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Tiger clan... um, forget it. Choose the wolf clan!

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At this time, I was immediately furious at the wolf clan's ancestor, the demon wolf, who was formed by Lao Jingwang before.

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No, no, impossible!

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Wolf I said coldly, "Chen Luo, don't think that this ancestor dared not kill you!"

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As soon as these words came out, I heard another shout from Chen Luo--

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"Ouch!\" "Fuck!"

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Chen Luo fell again!

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Chen Luo immediately got up, carried Song Ci on his back again and ran wildly, shouting, "Grandpa, the ancestor of the wolf clan wants to kill me!"

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"Help!\"

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"Little Bamboo sister-in-law, the demon clan is bullying the Zhulin disciple!"

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\"If you were still here, you would definitely protect me!\"

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"I am the youngest closed disciple!\"

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"Master, my disciple misses you so much..."

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Hearing Chen Luo's cry for help getting more and more outrageous, a cough was finally heard in the Wutong forest in the northwest of the Southern Desolation.

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"Cough cough..."

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"Stop making noise..."

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"You run slower, no one will do anything to you!\"

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Although the words were vicissitudes, a faint coercion instantly covered the entire Southern Wilderness, and the Ancestral Demon could not perceive it, but the Ancestral Demon Realm felt that the soul was stagnant for a moment.

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The faces of the ancestors were solemn.

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Is this the power of the demon emperor?

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Convince the Kylin King with virtue, the old and old can't bear the Qinglong Emperor!

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Sure enough, that's right!

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At this moment, Emperor Qinglong's voice sounded again; "Han Luli, Chen Xiyi, are you still leaving?\"

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"This old man will keep Chen Xiaozi."

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Hearing Qinglong Dixing's voice, the ancestors of the Southern Wilderness were all stunned.

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Fool!

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Han Changli! Chen Xiyi!

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The two killer embryos haven't left yet?

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Sure enough, Confucianism and Taoism, even breathing is a fake!

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Do you dare to dig out your heart and put it in the sun to dry it!

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The dignified church master, the Taoist palace master, actually sneaked up with the cat.

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What are you thinking! What do you want to do!

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What about the demeanor? What about the pattern?

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At the same time, the Ancestral Demons felt a chill in their hearts.

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Fortunately, the heart of the human race has been vigilant in the blood, and just didn't do anything!

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Otherwise, whoever shoots will suffer!

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At this time, there were two laughter from above the sky.

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"The old man is getting old, he took a nap, let's go...

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"Yes, Mr. Han was afraid that Mr. Xiyi would kill the demon in his dream, so he specially guarded here to protect the Southern Wilderness..." "Let's go, go, go..."

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A few times of "go away", the voice became more and more indistinct, as if the person who spoke had left.

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Ancestral Demons: Bah! I don't believe it!

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Don't talk about this or that, just don't believe it!

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The eyes of the ancestors all fell in the direction of Wutong Forest, and the Qinglong Emperor also sighed softly: "If it violates the proposal of Huxi, the old man will take action!"

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That's good!

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The demons let out a long breath.

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However, all the ancestor demons still gave off a hint of demonic energy, falling far away from Chen Luo.

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Not for anything else, but for protection.

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Don't make any more fools.

Quickly send this uncle out!

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As a result, a miraculous scene appeared in Nanhuang again.

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The Ancestral Demon no longer protects the law, the Great Sage no longer absorbs luck, and all eyes are on Chen Luo.

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Everyone bear with it, be quiet, and don't make any moves.

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Don't be touched by this product!

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As long as my protective measures are good enough, you can't falsely accuse me!

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\"In the forty-seventh year of the Zhenghe calendar of Daxuan, autumn is the seventh day of the ninth lunar month."

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"The battle of the tide of blood has kicked off. Yuan Bubai of the ape clan borrowed the book of white ink to advance to the ancestral demon level, and established Tongtian to fight the blood of the ape. He deserves to be a hero of the demon clan generation."

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\"Another half a day, there is a cramped demon limp, and the hook wants to return to the ancestors!"

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"The human race is huge, and the former minister of law, Song Ci, came from the sky, because these two demons have set off a boundless plague catastrophe with the human race.

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\"When it is, the mountain of corpses will come, and ghosts will follow, and the way of autopsy will show its power again.\"

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"Sorrow is the parting of life and death, pity is the way of benevolence, reverence is the heart of ministers, and fierce is the true meaning of martyrdom!"

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"Song Ci transformed himself into a Taoist body, utterly ruined the holy path, and was stunned under the tide of the Southern Wilderness's bloodline!"

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\"Strong! It hurts!\"

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"The way of heaven is not fair, why did you hurt me, Song Ci, the great Confucian!"

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\"Of course, there is the master of martial arts, Chen Luo, who did not know when to sneak into the Southern Wilderness. At this time, he rose up and walked away with his corpse!\"

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"When they were running, they scolded the demons in anger, and they were not afraid. The demons were deterred by the righteousness in their words, and they did not dare to act rashly!"

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"The wolf clan is shameless and secretly attacked Chen Luo. In order to protect Song Ci's body, Chen Luo did not hesitate to block him, fell into the dust, and was seriously injured!"

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"But without turning back, he continued to **** Song Ci's corpse to his homeland!"

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"More to the point: Please kill me, don't hurt the remains of the senior!"

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"A sincere heart finally moved the Qinglong Emperor, and personally took action to **** him!"

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"Myriad demons dare not move!"

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"Tai Shigong said: The way of Song Ci is compassionate and compassionate, and it is admirable and admirable in upholding the law. The righteousness of Chen Luo goes deep into the southern wilderness to keep Song Ci safe. Great wisdom, great courage, great benevolence and righteousness! The backbone of the human race is well-deserved. ."

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"I'm very lucky to see it in person!\"

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"Huh, I'm exhausted!" Under Nanhuang's dedicated protection, Chen Luo finally left Nanhuang and entered the nearest Daxuan city.

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There were local officials waiting here, but those officials had already been instructed, they just took Chen Luo to a quiet manor and stopped following him.

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At this time, Song Ci had fallen into a coma, and his breathing was intermittent. Chen Luo took him to the hall and placed him on the bed that had been arranged.

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Looking at Song Ci, Chen Luo recalled what the Qinglong Emperor said to him.

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"The way of Song Ci, you need to wander between life and death before you can see the way forward. Therefore, neither Han Changli nor the old man have ever explained it to him. It doesn't matter to him."

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"Flesh and blood, whether it is born from a womb or an egg, is transformed by the power of heaven. There are various manifestations in the body, and it also contains the principles of the Dao. Song Ci walks, this is the way!"

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"This way is mutually exclusive with living beings, and it is not the way of encircling the underworld. It can be said to be the way of corpses."

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\"He thought that his holy path, the ghostly death, was indispensable, but it was a big mistake.\"

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"What he needs is the spirit of life! It is the nostalgia of life for this person."

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\"Human Dao, if the ancient Buddhist sect is still there, its merciful Buddhist sect of Purdue contains the spirit of life. Now, your colorful red dust martial arts, the spirit of life is also rich."

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"If Song Ci is asking about life and death, if he understands this truth, he will be consecrated soon."

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\"If you don't have time, you can write with your soul into the dark, you can accept it.\"

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Chen Luo let out a long breath.

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Bring Song Ci to the underworld? No way!

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People ask if there is no way without him!

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In the future, even if Dunhuang Avenue is successful and the two worlds are reconnected, it will only be reincarnation, the reason is the same, and life and death will still have their own rules.

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When Yang asked about the case, Yang asked; the affairs of the kingdom and the dead were handled by the dead.

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Each perform their duties.

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It's impossible to call the dead soul up to ask "who is the murderer" when someone is dead.

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Otherwise, if the two worlds travel frequently, what should the yin and yang worlds do, they should be merged into one world.

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Therefore, when it comes to legal punishment, Song Ci's theories and principles of Song Ci must be preserved!

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"Fortunately, it's me!" Chen Luo sighed, "Otherwise, just to remove the toxins, it may be necessary for the medical sage to come out.\"

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With that said, Chen Luo's figure swayed and turned into a golden crow state.

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Chen Luo stretched out his hand and hovered above Song Ci's lips. With a thought, a drop of Golden Crow blood was forced out and fell into Song Ci's mouth.

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The blood of the Golden Crow burns all the cancer and epidemic toxins in Song Ci's body!

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As the blood of the Golden Crow entered Song Ci's body, the vitality and the power of Yang Yan contained in the essence and blood instantly spread to Song Ci's whole body. The originally pale skin instantly became colored, and the heart, which had almost stopped beating, was beating again. up.

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Chen Luo's complexion also turned pale, and he turned back to the human deity again.

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He helped Song Ci up, sat down on his knees across from him, stretched out his fingers, touched Song Ci's eyebrows, and closed his eyes slightly. Immediately, the rich and colorful red dust rose up in Chen Luo's body, and following his outstretched fingers, it continuously entered Song Ci's body.

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Song Ci felt that she had a dream.

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In the dream, he heard the sound of the splattering river, and unconsciously wanted to walk towards the river.

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As the sound of the river grew louder, he seemed to have forgotten many things.

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He forgot his name, his identity, his past,

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He didn't know where he was going, he only knew that he had to walk towards the river.

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He didn't know how long he had walked, but he saw the rushing river in the distance.

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Every wave of the river turns into a living creature

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They were floating in the river, and they seemed to shout at Song Ci, telling him to hurry over.

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Song Ci was about to take a step and run towards the river when suddenly, a seven-colored hydrogen gas descended from the sky and surrounded him.

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what is this?

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Song Ci shook his head, he was going to cross this colorful thing and walk towards the river.

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Suddenly, a baby's cry made Song Ci stop.

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He turned his head and saw that in the colorful mist, it seemed as if a swaddled child had emerged.

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In the cry, he felt a sense of helplessness, which seemed to be a panic of the strange world.

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This is how the child feels.

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Immediately, a warmth enveloped him tightly.

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It is a soft embrace that picks up the child in the infant.

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An unparalleled love was born in his heart

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This is the mother's mood.

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Then, another phantom appeared in the colorful mist. Similarly, Song Ci also sensed different emotions.

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There is the joy of growth, the regret of failure, the melancholy of separation, and the urge to fall in love.

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There is the spirit of sailing to the sea; there is the waiting and waiting of the lonely lamp in the cold night:

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It was as if he had walked through a prosperous city, with emperors, generals, ministers, talents and beauties, all of them doing their best and enjoying the glory.

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It was like seeing a hard-working field, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, planning the harvest of the harvest, and planning for future generations.

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Until the age is old, the youth is no longer,

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In the end, everything, dust to dust, dust to dust.

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No one is always young, but there are always young people.

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After Fang Jue fell into the ground and cried, he heard the sound of falling to the ground again.

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People ask all the prosperous sounds, all in a cry,

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This is the question of the world.

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Song Ci took a deep breath, and the colorful aura of red dust was inhaled into his body.

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Wildfires can't burn out, can the spring wind blow again?

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No, these people, they are not unremarkable weeds. It's not a dispensable weed that will be replaced in the coming year!

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They have also struggled to break out of the ground, they have welcomed the spring, and they have resisted the autumn wind.

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They were grown, they were green,

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The fire will not burn away the traces they left on the ground!

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This spring breeze and rain dew remember that they once existed!

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This earth dust remembers that they once existed

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Nameless lead, who are you.

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It doesn't matter who you forget.

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Who didn't go all out to reach the end of life!

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More and more red dust was inhaled into Song Ci's body, and his soul became clearer and clearer.

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Yes, I am Song Ci

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I am not a nameless lead!

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There is no reason for death to be the end of everything

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If someone sets a fire, I will find the person who set it!

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You don't care about those weeds, I do!

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I want to feel at ease for the deceased and let go of the living!

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I have a way, redress!

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All the red dust was inhaled into Song Ci's body. At this time, the colorful cyanogen disappeared, but the scene in front of Song Ci's eyes changed suddenly.

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There is no long river, no waves, he raised his head and stood on a long rope, and on the opposite side of the rope, there was a door.

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Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is the door frame. Behind the door is a white fog, and there is nothing to see.

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He lowered his head, the thin rope was broken, but in front of the rope, there was a blood qi, and the blood qi further forward, there was a colorful aura that went straight to the door of the door.

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Song Ci walked forward step by step, walking past the blood, past the colorful, and he finally stood in front of the "door".

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The question of search: Under three feet, can there be justice?

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Answer: I am here!

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Song Ci stepped into the gate one step at a time!

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The mighty Shengwei was released from Song Ci. Chen Luo couldn't dodge in time and was blown to the ground by Shengwei.

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Lu Ji, above the sky, check the sky in the early morning, the clouds are splendid, and within ten thousand miles of the manor, a hundred flowers bloom

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Immediately after ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ a blue-colored avenue of thousands of miles emerged in the sky, and under the bright sunshine, there was a drizzle of rain. within the human body.

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"Splendid Miles"!

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"Flowers bloom a thousand times"! "Righteousness when it rains"!

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At this moment, every human race felt joy in their hearts.

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They all put down their work, looked up at the sky, and an uncontrollable joy bloomed on their faces.

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This is a holy miracle!

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Everyone is anxiously waiting for something!

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Soon, a magnificent voice resounded in the entire Terran region—

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"Congratulations to Song Ci for being so cowardly, to pursue the pursuit, to open up the world, and to be extraordinary!"

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"The whole world celebrates!\"

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"Boom..." The Daxuan territory instantly burst into jubilation!

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Half-holy! Sure enough, half-holy!

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My human race, one more half-sage!

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History:

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In the forty-seventh year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, autumn, and the seventh day of September, Song Ci, the originator of forensic medicine, learned the holy way of forensic medicine and lived in the territory of the human race.

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Holy!

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