"Otherwise? How can you spit out the meat in your mouth to others? Don't be sad. The purpose of such a guy's existence is to serve as food for others. It's like a captive animal. When it grows up, it should be slaughtered.
"
"Tang Yan! What have you done?!" Xu Yan roared.
"Okay, okay, don't get excited. You have been stimulated by the Bone Clan in the past two years, and your mood is very unstable now. It will be fine when you calm down."
Xu Yan was breathing heavily and couldn't hold back a word for a long time. The punch was so sudden that she almost choked.
"I will remove the bones and keep them for you first, and then I will practice them for you when your mood stabilizes later?" While Tang Yan was speaking, he quietly motioned for Ren Tianzhan to start quickly.
Without his instructions, Ren Tianzong was already sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, activating his ghost veins. The paper figure behind him silently resurrected, with blood-red eyes and stiff limbs. He climbed up in a strange posture and looked towards Xu Zhuanzhu.
"you……"
"Shh!" Tang Yan put his finger in front of his mouth and smiled slightly: "You need to calm down now."
At this moment, Xu Zhuanzhu's slightly tense body completely relaxed, and he completely collapsed on the ground. The last breath stuck in his throat was slowly exhaled. At the last moment of his life, he didn't know what happened to him, and he didn't know.
Killed by whom.
The chaotic consciousness always stays at the previous moment - facing a knife!
"Dead, no hope." Tang Yan shrugged.
However, at this time, something strange happened.
After the death of Xu Zhuanzhu's body, the first thing that came out was not his soul, but... little bits of light, like countless stars, floated out sparsely, and the number became more and more, spreading around and rising into the sky.
.
Every point of light exudes a halo of mist, which is very light and agile.
Every point of light is like a living life, giving people a very unique feeling.
They float and wander quietly, blooming with a clear light, dispelling the darkness in the courtyard, and leisurely creating a clear space.
"Is this... is it the fate of the Bone Clan... is he really the destined son of the Bone Clan??" Tang Yan was moved and looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment. He raised his hand to stop everyone from moving and backed away slowly.
Hold on, letting Xu Zhuanzhu's body continue to evaporate with light spots.
Xu Yan and Ren Tianzang both looked at the scene in front of them in surprise. This was completely unreasonable. The death of the body should be caused by the diffusion of the soul. Why were there so many weird lights? And the more the lights spread, there were thousands, and then tens of thousands.
Millions and millions, driving faster and faster.
They float densely over the ghost town, converging into a vague outline, like a plant or some kind of animal.
It is hard to imagine that such a large amount of light can be decomposed into one body.
They are not energy or even real matter.
In a daze, these lights seemed to be the epitome of the millions of people of the Bone Clan. This light that filled the sky was actually the entire people of the Bone Clan.
"What is this?" Xu Yan slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch these light spots, but they seemed to be illusions that did not exist, and it was difficult to actually touch them. But looking at the dim light in front of her, she actually had a feeling.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.
and……
Gradually, some light spots came closer to her fingertips, like light elves, about to land on her fingertips.
Snapped!
Tang Yan grabbed Xu Yan and pushed her ten steps away: "Don't touch these things."
"Why?"
"I would rather you not become an emperor in the future than live and die with you." Tang Yan left a sentence and soared into the sky. He suddenly opened his hands and gathered the rays of light all over the sky with the force of a whale, and tightly blocked them from spreading in the direction of Xu Yan.
.
These should be the so-called luck, absorbing the fate of millions of people of the entire ethnic group, concentrating it on one person, stimulating his transformation and growth beyond common sense, and entrusting the fate of the entire ethnic group.
Now Xu Zhuanzhu's body has died, his luck has dissipated, and he will return to heaven and earth.
Tang Yan would never allow Xu Yan to touch these things, let alone dream about shaping the second destiny son of the Bone Clan. In his opinion, there is more than one way to become an emperor. He believed that Xu Yan had the ability in this area and could rely on
Your own efforts will lead you to the imperial road.
Since Xu Yan has not been contaminated by luck, let her continue on her own path.
Even if she would be much luckier, have more opportunities, and have various benefits after having luck, even if Xu Yan would not be able to advance to the imperial path and miss the imperial path because of this, Tang Yan would not allow her to become the child of destiny, because he could not accept it.
In a tit-for-tat confrontation with Xu Yan, he would not kill his own relatives.
The light tide of good luck spreads across the sky, millions in size, stretching over the ghost town. The scene is magnificent, just like the clouds covering the ghost town, casting endless brilliance, opening up a bright light, making all ghosts cry, melting the pain, and letting the Ren family
Feeling unwell, he retreated to the stone house.
The tides of luck and light are rushing, converging, and seeming to be breaking free. Even the sky is vaguely abnormal, with wind and thunder gathering, and clouds rolling and relaxing.
Fortunately, Tang Yan fully controlled the hell and stopped these natural scenes, otherwise he might have created a terrible momentum.
It is conceivable that if Xu Zhuanzhu was killed in the outside world, the scene would definitely shock the world, reverberate in all directions, and attract the attention of powerful people everywhere.
Soon after, Xu Zhuanzhu lost all his luck, his body returned to immersion, and the soul in his body floated weakly, muddy and dim.
"Don't..." Xu Yan was about to say something, but Ren Tianzhong's paper man had already pounced on him, integrated it into his body, and returned to Ren Tianzhong's side.
Ren Tianzong meditated cross-legged, refining with all his strength.
He will never let go of this opportunity. As a newly promoted saint, he needs the nourishment of the soul of this holy realm. It will not only stabilize the realm, but also increase his strength to a higher level, with unlimited benefits.
As for Xu Yan...
She is not a stubborn person, and I believe she will be relieved soon. Just as Tang Yan said, Xu Zhuanzhu will die sooner or later. If Tang Yan doesn't kill him, outsiders will kill him. In this bone clan conflict, Xu Zhuanzhu is the one
prey.
Tang Yan gathered his luck at high altitude and forcibly controlled them. The light tide was sometimes turbulent and sometimes widespread, but it was not wild. It quickly became docile under Tang Yan's control, and gradually formed an outline, similar to what it first appeared.
It is roughly similar to the one, except that it is larger, but not as vivid.
Tang Yan felt vaguely familiar with this outline, but could not remember the specific name.
But it doesn't matter, he has decided on this opportunity.
"The fate of the Bone Clan belongs to me."
Tang Yan sat cross-legged in the sky, took a deep breath, and swallowed up the light from the sky like a whale.
These rays of luck were irresistible, like a stagnant lake that had found a flood outlet, and rushed into Tang Yan's body. These little bits and pieces seemed harmless and agile, but once they rushed into the body, it was like magma entering the body, and it was terrifying.
The pain suddenly exploded.
Tang Yan's whole body was tense and his face was distorted, but he gritted his teeth and endured it forcefully.
He doesn't know what kind of benefits this kind of thing will bring to him, but it will definitely make him sublimely buy it, whether it is strength or blood.
Xu Yan stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at Xu Zhuanzhu who was being 'eaten'. A complicated feeling came to her heart, making her feel very complicated.
But you can be sure that this feeling is not sadness or resistance, but a kind of guilt.
I am ashamed of Mr. Ye, I am ashamed of the Bone Clan.
She couldn't imagine if Xu Zhuanzhu's Bone Clan would still have the faith to persevere after losing it, and if Xu Zhuanzhu's Bone Clan would still be able to go on firmly.
but……
She was powerless to stop it, it had already happened.
She really didn't expect that Tang Yan would kill him immediately, so cleanly, so directly and suddenly, obviously deliberately cutting off her escape route and preventing her from thinking about it anymore.
Forget it, this is the fate of the Bone Clan.
Perhaps, the moment Xu Ye made his decision, the day he left the Blood and Bone Forbidden Zone, he had already destined the Bone Clan to have a rough future.
Maybe I really thought too simply. Even with the existence of Xu Zhuanzhu, the Bone Clan, under the control of the Spirit Clan, could not maintain this belief, let alone hold on for too long.
The only thing she can do is to grow up as quickly as possible. Before the Bone Clan is completely destroyed, let the new Bone Clan rise strongly in the Forsaken War Realm. Before Xu Ye dies in battle, she can stand in front of him again and let him see
new Hope.
At that moment, everything will be worth it.
Qitian Continent.
In the war-torn northwest territory of the Xingluo Empire, a new pure land has taken root here.
Chenyuan Pavilion and many other monasteries sprung up one after another. A huge group of monks survived here, adapted to the new environment, and grew stronger and braver as the Star Luo Empire experienced ups and downs. They even formed a monk army to assist
The empire defended itself against foreign enemies.
They have grown into an indispensable force in the Star Luo Empire, and the status of many monks in the hearts of the people has greatly increased. People treat these saviors who have provided help in times of need with high respect.
Newly built Chenyuan Pavilion and Abyss Pavilion.
The 'Lord of the Pure Land', the sick Tathagata, is sitting in meditation in the Zen room, with a solemn treasure, muttering silently, chanting Buddhist scriptures, turning the beads, and the magnificent Buddha's light fills the Zen room, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, and a posture of immersion in the ocean.
He is praying for the fate of the country and praying for peace.
Suddenly, a tiny sound broke the tranquility, and with a crash, the Buddhist strings broke, and the Buddhist beads scattered, bouncing and rolling sparsely, and scattered everywhere in the Zen room.
Only a few of them remain on the Buddha's thread.
The sick Tathagata's right hand trembled slightly, and the Buddhist thread floated down silently and landed on the cassock. The few remaining Buddhist beads rolled aside.
At this moment, the room seemed to be completely quiet, and even the golden light dissipated in the dimness.
A long silence, a long silence.
He slowly opened his old eyes, and his weathered eyes stared blankly at the Buddhist beads on the ground. In the depths of Gujing Wubo's eyes, there were ripples.
A long time... a long time...
After a long, long and depressing silence, he calmly picked up the Buddhist thread, gathered all the beads, reconnected them, and chanted the Buddhist scriptures again.
His heart was filled with ripples, and he returned to immersion.
That is, if you sow the cause, you will get the result. Everything is destined.
This day has finally arrived.
He may have made mistakes, but he had no complaints or regrets, waiting for the final storm to come.