The stumps and broken arms were struggling and surging, and the black liquid spread like blood. It was like a scene of hell on earth.
Even the well-informed Phoenix clan couldn't stand it at this time.
The dark valley that Cui Qinghe barely held up finally broke, and only a small part of the aftermath of the explosion inside was left. The problem lies in the evil spirits flowing out. Those are the people of Jiangdong, and they should have re-entered the reincarnation long ago.
, but in order to help Cui Qinghe and avenge himself, he chose to throw himself into the dark valley, not only to become a force in it, but also to witness the death of those people with his own eyes.
However, due to the fact that they had previously surrendered to the Dark Valley to survive in the body of a monster raised by the darkest emotions in the world, they also had certain restrictions, that is, they could not leave the Dark Valley. But now, the Dark Valley has been shattered, and they have reappeared in the world.
The only way to go is to lose your soul.
unless……
"Unless what? You should make it clear!"
Fengjin was extremely anxious when he heard that King Ming only told half of the story. He wanted to help Cui Qinghe. Although the other party had tied him up before, he always felt that this man's experience was too pitiful, and that Xiaoyanlang was too
Trust others. Even if they are kings, they cannot fully trust them.
Although he didn't know them at all, Fengjin always felt that this story seemed familiar.
Prince Ming paused, then sighed.
"Unless someone can successfully convert them before they disappear. However, if you have the intention to convert yourself, how can you not think about it for more than five hundred years? Now just look at these souls, will they give up because their enemy is dead?
It’s over.”
How easy is it to let go?
But the enemies of these people have now been forced to blow themselves up and died, which can be regarded as a successful revenge in a certain sense. This can also be regarded as the wish is fulfilled, right?
However, under the gaze of everyone and the chanting chants of Buddhist cultivators from Western Buddhist countries, those dark souls did not have the slightest intention of being converted, but were just struggling, looking even more terrifying.
"Wow!"
Most of the shapes in the dark valley could no longer hold up. After the explosion, Cui Qinghe's figure was revealed.
He looked particularly embarrassed at this time, with blood stains all over his body, and scars everywhere on his exposed skin. Originally, his eyes looked a little wantless, but when he saw the struggling Jiangdong people,
At that moment, he trembled violently.
Why don't you want to be saved? Those Buddhist cultivators in Western Buddhist countries are considered good people. No matter what their merits and deeds are, as long as they can be saved in the end so that everyone can reincarnate with peace of mind, isn't it true?
ok?
Even if you can't remember all the past events by then, it is still a gift.
"Go quickly! Go quickly! Why don't you go? Why don't you go?!"
Cui Qinghe kept waving his arms, trying to get these people to follow the laws of nature and escape into reincarnation. However, those souls struggling endlessly in the halo of the world still refused.
Not to mention how many tens of thousands of people they have here, those monks simply can't convert them, and more importantly, they don't want to forget.
How long in this life can a person truly live for his own wishes? More often than not, everyone is just swept along by the torrent of the times. Perhaps getting married, having children, or even studying and taking exams are just a matter of getting used to the surroundings.
era. So the only thing that I can really remember about Xiao Yanlang is that I really want to take action for it.
They don't want to forget.
Moreover, even if you can successfully reincarnate, you will definitely be able to live a good life in your next life. What if your life is not as good as this life?
No one was moved by the sound of those chanting sutras.
Cui Qinghe shouted anxiously, but no one listened to him. We are all equal relatives, how could we all listen to him just because he has a human form?
Changsheng, who had been standing frozen on the spot, clenched Du Xuanjin in his hand, and then looked at the sleeping little monk Hui Xing.
From the beginning, Du Xuanjin has been feeling a vague pulling feeling, as if there is an invisible thread wrapped around the sword blade. And the thread is connected through Du Xuanjin, and one end is on Cui Qinghe and others.
The other end...
It’s all about Hui Xing.
Thinking that the remains of the local monks who had never paid any attention to the outside monks would actually react to the young monk Hui Xing, at this time, a bold speculation appeared in Changsheng's mind.
At that time, the people of Jiangdong all handed over their corpses to the dark valley. Now all the souls are here. Even the corpse of Butler Yan was later recovered by Cui Qinghe. However, there is still one person who is not here.
Xiao Yanlang, Yan Ruoting.
He was the first person to die and was the cause of all this. But his soul is not here. Could it be that he had been reincarnated long ago?
Although the theory of reincarnation is illusory, immortality is very certain, because she can occasionally feel this mysterious and mysterious realm.
Ming'an, who had been protecting his junior brother, also noticed Changsheng's gaze at this time. He paused, and then helplessly let go of his hand.
In fact, he didn't want to let go, but this matter must have an end. Now the junior brother has not recalled it. If one day he recalls the past and knows that they have done nothing, they will definitely be sad.
Seeing Ming An let go of Hui Xing, Chang Sheng's suspicion was confirmed. Du Xuanjin moved slightly, and the golden thread flashed in Chang Sheng's eyes, tightly connecting the two unaware parties.
The next moment, the body of Hui Xing, who had fallen asleep, slowly floated into the air, attracting everyone's attention.
"Isn't that Prince Ming's disciple? What is he doing? No, he doesn't fly by himself, he..."
Even Cui Qinghe, who was in so much pain that he almost cried, noticed this. He looked at the little figure in a daze, and couldn't figure out what happened for a while.
But the next moment, with the slight rotation of Du Xuanjin in Changsheng's hand, an illusory figure slowly emerged from the little monk Hui Xing who had his eyes tightly closed.
The figure slowly emerged from the little monk Hui Xing's body, but the auras between the two were surprisingly similar.
It was a young man wearing a dark coat with wide sleeves and a simple jade crown.
There are bandits and gentlemen who are like fighting each other.
Zhilan Yushu, Pianpian Gongzi...
These words seemed to be born just for this man. Even before he opened his eyes, he could already feel the elegant gentleman's character from him.
"You, this, this..."
Cui Qinghe's eyes suddenly opened wide. He couldn't believe what he saw, what was it! Who was that person standing in mid-air with his eyes closed, so lifelike that he looked like he was sleeping?
How many nights and days had he seen this man's busy figure and gentle smile. Even if it turned into ashes, he could still find traces of this man!
Even though time flies by and never comes back, Cui Qinghe could recognize who that person was the first time he saw him.