"If I can't kill you, then it's better not to kill you."
Chen Yi's face was expressionless, with his feet on the seven stars, ripples of mysterious and mysterious laws were rippled: "Go against the will of heaven, violate the will of the dragon, and blaspheme the power of the dragon. You should be punished for your crime, and I will grant you..."
"Immortality!"
Buzz!
All over Lao Sanzhou's body, golden script suddenly shone brightly, and immediately melted into the sea of consciousness in his acupoints. A peaceful and warm breath enveloped him, and sleepiness invaded him.
He was confused.
My eyes were in a trance, as if I was seeing memories of my home when I was young.
He thought of the earthen house in his hometown, the willow trees by the river, and that that year, he was just a boy in a fishing village, not practicing Taoism, not killing people.
In those years when his evil reputation had not yet shocked Shen Yu, he also had a happy family. He sat under the willow tree on countless dusk evenings.
Watching the ebb and flow of the tide, the clouds rolling and relaxing, I prayed that my father and mother, who went out to sea to fish, would return safely, waiting for my father to lift him high, and for my mother to burn firewood for cooking.
After three thousand and six hundred years of cultivation, the faces of my father and mother have long been blurred in the memory, but there is something deeply ingrained in my bones that cannot be erased by time.
"Baby, you've lost weight."
"When you are traveling alone, you have to take care of yourself."
"Baby, Mom misses you."
The wind picked up on the sea, and huge waves hundreds of feet high swallowed up the sails.
"No, no, dad, mom, don't leave..."
His eyelids gradually darkened, his consciousness became lighter and lighter, and his legs began to turn to stone. He noticed something strange, but he was willing to degenerate, just to seize the fleeting beauty.
Just like a prisoner who has been wandering in the desert for countless years, his mouth is dry, and he suddenly sees a clear spring. Even though he knows it is a mirage, he still flocks to it.
With Chen Yi's current state, fighting against Huang Quan is nothing more than a dream, but he has the Huanzi Jue and Mengzi Jue, which can evoke the most primitive desires deep in the hearts of living beings.
Dharma and wealth couple, relatives, friends, master and disciple.
The truly terrifying thing in the world is never death, but the repeated process of gaining and losing things that one yearns for, with ups and downs, a mixture of joy and sorrow.
That kind of feeling is worse than death!
At the end, Lao San turned into a stone sculpture, and his facial expression was frozen at the last second. He was frightened, peaceful, and incredible. He was still alive and had a heartbeat.
But he is dead.
Chen Yi gently flicked his sleeves, and the stone statues were scattered on the ground. Then, in the same way, in the huge cave world, only the helpless Qianye was left, staring at him blankly.
She was petrified.
The man in front of me not only has endless tricks, but he is also so ruthless and ruthless: You said I can't kill you? Then I will let you kill yourself!
First destroy his Taoist heart, and then destroy his spirit... Isn't illusion just a street jugglery, a small trick? Isn't it said that illusion is difficult to reach the level of elegance? Are you still using it like this? !
Qianye felt that Chen Yi was a very powerful person. I'm afraid it was the same thing. He was really very powerful and an unreasonable god. Normal thinking and logic didn't work for him at all.
"Do you have any last words?"
The question without any emotion brought the lost Qianye back to reality. She glanced at the gravel at Chen Yi's feet with a complicated expression and said timidly:
"Can you, can you please not torture me, I'm afraid..."
"good."
Chen Yi nodded.
There is a saying that he likes Qianye quite a lot, and the boundless sea of blood in Xuanmin Realm lacks some vitality, so after taking a drop of blood from the eyebrow, he wiped her mind away.
Although his end was equally miserable, he was more merciful than the other three. At least he didn't have to be tortured. After all, if he provoked him, it would be impossible to let him go.
Otherwise, no one will dare to go against him in the future, and he will be annoyed to death by his enemies?
The dust has settled.
Chen Yijing carefully selected the body of a female Rakshasa and threw it into the mysterious world, and then sealed the other Rakshasa cavalry who were lucky enough to escape the disaster back into wooden coffins, thus unblocking the cave.
That's right.
He will use the blood from Qianye's eyebrows and the body of this Rakshasa to create a new Rakshasa cavalry. He will give them spiritual intelligence, swear loyalty to the death, and fight for him.
This is the first... generous gift he carefully prepared for the Netherworld!
