"I'll give you another chance to make it clear, otherwise, I don't care if you are a Buddhist sect..."
At this point, there are only endless murderous intent left.
Jiuci's eyes were red and terrifying, cold and cold, and he never looked careless again.
At this moment, he was not afraid of Buddha and demons and transformed into Shura.
fart!
How could his lovely sister be in trouble?
He also heard about the misfortune body. Most people with that kind of physique ended miserable.
I have suffered all my life.
No one can escape the sanctions of disasters and can only fall in pain in disasters.
Thinking of this, Jiuci became more and more angry. The spiritual energy within a hundred miles was absorbed by him and transformed into the original spiritual energy in his body.
The moment when the wind blew, Jiuci was like a dawn light, a sword blade, lightning, and thunder rushed to the monk.
Jiuci grabbed the monk's head with bare hands like bone claws.
The monk was as light as a swallow, his face remained unchanged, and he calmly faced Jiuci's sharp offensive.
The monk was like a breeze and a wisp of light smoke, his body swung backwards, and the purple gold Zen staff in his hand was wrapped around Jiuci.
Jiuci suddenly grabbed the purple gold Zen Staff, and the seemingly unconventional purple gold Zen Staff ignited the Buddha's light and fire.
Jiuci's palm stinged, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, retreated repeatedly, staring at the monk with red eyes.
"Who are you? Are you a Buddhist ritual? Otherwise, how could you have the holy golden Zen staff of Buddhist rituals?" Jiuci was furious.
The Holy Golden Zen Staff is a master of Buddhist etiquette?
"Your Excellency Jiuci, please do good deeds and accumulate virtues to help your sister overcome difficulties."
As the monk finished speaking, his figure looked like a faint golden smoke, and suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth.
In front of Lingfang Temple, bamboo leaves whirlwind, and the fragrance of sandalwood, but the beautiful young monk disappeared.
Looking at the empty and deserted Lingfang Temple, Jiuci's eyes were scarlet and he felt like a dream.
"Accumulate virtue and do good deeds? Fart!"
After saying that, Jiuci kicked the Buddhist gate twice and left in anger.
After this day, something big happened in the five continents.
Yingyuelou, the killer organization, stopped killing people and began to save people.
Not only that, Yingyue Tower's killer mission only receives rewards from unforgivable people and will never kill good people indiscriminately.
It is famous for being a killer, even if he is a killer, he is a killer with justice.
Jiuci also opened a branch building called Songlou.
This name makes people talk about it. Those who don’t know it thought it was Fengchen brothel, but they don’t want it to be a pharmacist organization.
Pharmacists in the song hall do not have high-priced medical fees and treat the seriously ill people in the Gods Realm for free.
The killers of Yingyue Tower were sent by the owner to dig medicinal materials in a dangerous place every day.
Such changes shocked everyone.
Even the killers felt that they were going to be autistic.
They make a living by killing people, but they all go to save people.
Some killer felt that he couldn't stand it, so he ran to the poster Mo Jiuci to complain, but was scolded by Jiuci: "If you don't save people first, how can you kill people? You don't understand such an obvious truth, why are you so brainless?
I don’t know how you entered Yingyue Tower. If you go out in the future, you won’t be the one from Yingyue Tower. It’s embarrassing! Do you know it!”
It seems that it makes sense, and the little killers are powerless to refute and speechless.
From then on, there was another saying.
If there are no more than ten people to save, I will be embarrassed to say that I am the killer of Yingyuelou.
Moreover, killers will save people and will be recorded in Yingyue Tower's archives to promote their status by the number of people saving and the difficulty of saving people.
In half a month, Yingyue Tower has already changed the world.
In the past, people from the Gods Heavenly Realm all saw the killers of Yingyue Tower, especially when they heard the name of Jiu Ci, they would sweat their backs. Now when they heard the name of Yingyue Tower, they all felt safe.
Some people say that Jiu Ci has changed his mind and transformed himself into a messenger of justice.
Some people say that it was the credit of the Saint Yingyue, Ye Qingge, which influenced the Nine Words that believe in killing.
...
Someone asked: "What is the owner of Yingyue Tower? This has caused such a big change in Yingyue Tower."
Jiuci said: "My sister Qingge doesn't like fighting and killing."
Well... Sir, are you sure?
Your sister will be alarmed when she fights and kills her.
The killers who are saving people in Yingyue Tower are helpless. These days, it is not easy to be a killer. They have to learn to be a glutinous chicken and save people. They have to know everything, but they don’t kill people.
Lonely, killers are as lonely as snow these days.
However, for a moment, the name of Ye Qingge added a mysterious and legendary color.
Some people say she is cruel and ruthless, while others say she is pure and kind.
In short, they seem to be more likely to accept Ye Qingge than before.
After doing all this, Jiuci quietly came to the Medicine Sect.
The situation of Wanjinding Ding is getting worse and worse, and the faces of the sect leader and elders are even more ugly.
Jiuci's heart suddenly jumped into his throat.
He does not believe in Buddhism.
But if Buddha could save his sister, he would be willing to become the most loyal believer in Buddhism.
Jiuci's hands tightly pinched his sleeves...
Another half month passed.
The sect leader and the grandmaster seem to have been aged several decades in one month.
Jiuci sat in front of the Ten Thousand Golden Cauldron, holding his knees, lowering his head without saying a word.
"How is it..." asked the Grand Master.
"Any 10% of hope is gone..." The sect leader closed his eyes, with tears at the end of his eyes.
Jiuci's expression suddenly turned pale as paper.
Inside the Ten Thousand Golden Cauldron, the world is everywhere, Qingge sits cross-legged in front of the gilded Fengqi sculpture.
She didn't know how long it had passed, as if decades had passed.
Her white hair fell to the ground, her face showed an old look, her eyes drooped, and her eyes were turbid.
The white hair is piled up on the ground.
Like an old man in his seventies.
Has she been in the Wanjin Cauldron for decades?
She doesn't know.
She knows nothing.
She can't get out of the Wanjin Cauldron, and she can't get inheritance.
She didn't even know what made her persevere.
During these "decades" time, Qingge has struggled, feared, collapsed, and angry. Now, she is only peaceful.
She was alone, practicing and comprehending the laws in this world inside the cauldron.
All the beast pets in the realm of nothingness fell into a deep sleep, and even Fengqi in the spiritual world was gone.
Qingge's memories of the past have gradually blurred.
When Qingge found that the memory was fading, she suddenly woke up, stood up, and cut it in the palm of her palm with a delicate and short dagger.
She was stained with blood and wrote the three words Ye Qingge on Fengqi's sculpture in gold.
She can't forget who she is.
Finally, she had no memory and stared at her name tightly.
Night Qingge...
Night Qingge...
A smile appeared on her old face.
She looked at the sculpture in front of her and wondered who the woman in the sculpture was.
Qingge had no strength and fell to the ground.
The vitality in her body was finally lost and was swallowed by the Ten Thousand Golden Cauldron.
She is about to fall down.
At this time, Qingge discovered a small flower hidden behind the sculpture.
The withered flower was languishing and drooping petals.
Qingge struggled to lie in front of Huaer, holding the dagger with difficulty, and cutting his wrist.
She released her from school and nourished the flowers with her blood.
If she finally leaves the world, it is better to fulfill a flower.
Qingge sat against the sculpture, and she tore open the fabric of her clothes and tied her hands to the sculpture.
From this perspective, the blood from the wounds of the vocalist's wrist can continuously nourish the flowers.
If she is really dead, her body and flesh will become the fertilizer for flowers.
At this moment, she is her real self.
I lost all my memories and did not remember my name, but I got it from my heart.
Sacrifice yourself and make flowers bloom once.
Qingge looked at the blooming of the flowers and closed his eyes with a smile.
Before she died, she whispered: "If you don't have a name, just call you, Ji Yue."
Ji Yuehua.
She didn't know why these two words were.
But I blurted out and asked for emergency response.
At this time, the whole world collapsed.
In all places, flowers withered, trees withered, mountains are concave into the earth, and rivers are exhausted.
The moment when the Wanjinding Cauldron, Qingge's life was completely over, the relics in the realm of nothingness emitted a violent light.
At that moment, the whole world, from the lower four-star continent to the higher gods’ heavenly realms, to the original nine realms, to the demon realms, the demon tribe, the green lotus tribe, and even the god’s territory and the immortal realm, were all dazzling.
The golden light shrouded in it.
A red gold color.
A full of divine light.
All the withered creatures came alive. (To be continued)