As the white-bone demon shrunk smaller and smaller, the resentment on his body became less and less, and was melted away by Huijian's golden Zen sound, and every bit of it was completely rubbed away.
Just as the Bone Demon was gradually trapped and moving became more and more difficult, Yang Qing's blood-red eyes became lighter and lighter, and he gradually began to regain his mind.
Those things in his mind that were already swallowed up by bloodlust, hatred, and an incomparable desire for revenge have become clearer because of the reduction in resentment.
He looked up and looked outside, staring at the fight in the field.
Although he himself was at the core of the battle, he seemed to be a bystander, watching the white light and golden characters coming from Huijian and Youping.
Looking at these immortal cultivators that he would never even dare to dream about, they were even more powerful than his master.
When these powerful figures who made him worship him were fighting with his own body with all their strength and did not dare to relax at all, he felt a strange feeling.
"It feels so good to have power!" Yang Qing sighed secretly.
Although the power in his body now is extremely impure, like a violent hurricane, his reason is almost drowned, and he is dominated by the instinctive thoughts of revenge.
Moreover, this power is actually extremely complex, as if it has been forcibly kneaded together, and it can only be stimulated in this way in a short period of time.
Therefore, for Yang Qing, if such power is used for a little longer, either his body will not be able to bear it at all, or it will fall apart, or the power will gradually fade away from the body or dissipate directly. .
And there is a more terrifying situation, that is, if such power cannot be dissipated, I am afraid that I will be completely conquered by such power and turn into a zombie-like body controlled by hatred.
But even so, this kind of power still made him feel a different realm, as if it opened a new door on his path to immortality, allowing him to clearly witness the use of higher-level powers. .
"What a pity!" Yang Qing sighed softly.
Ever since he was imprisoned and tortured to the point where his muscles and bones were broken, he knew that he had completely lost the possibility of having such an alluring thing.
His prospects of cultivating immortality have long been shattered. With his muscles and bones broken due to torture like this, I am afraid that only the legendary elixir can bring him back to life.
Although he had already been mentally prepared for such a result when he committed murder for revenge.
And he has never regretted his revenge. For him, if he can't kill the murderer who killed his own sister, Yang Qing feels that his future life will be no different from enduring humiliation and living in espionage. .
He was even prepared to sacrifice his life for this, so losing the hope of cultivating immortality had long been out of his calculations.
But even though he has the consciousness of death, he will never allow himself to be chained and barked around like a dog.
What's even more hateful is that these people also use all kinds of unprecedented and vicious methods to do all kinds of cruel and inhumane things to themselves.
Even if Yang Qing thinks about these things that have happened to him, these vicious methods, every time, every time, he will let out the most vicious curse on these people from the bottom of his heart.
Even every so-called achievement achieved by these people may continue to be endured and used by more people in the future, and these people may even endure much more extreme pain than they do.
He knew that this was something he could never allow or agree to.
For him, although he was also a victim of these tortures, at the same time he was almost like an evil accomplice, helping them to further explore the limits of what humans can bear.
And he absolutely cannot accept the slander that those people have slandered against him, using a form such as participating in the Black Hand organization to contemptuously turn his motivation for revenge into so dirty and filthy.
To become like the villains who inflicted these inhumane crimes on him, and even that was not enough, they wanted to hit him even more hateful than the most vicious villains themselves.
It was like nailing him to a pillar of shame, and even splashing the most and blackest dirty water on him, turning him into the most abominable and terrifying person.
This kind of state, which is even worse than these scum, is something Yang Qing absolutely cannot agree to.
He looked at his body again. Although in the end, he still sold his soul to the terrible black hand organization and the devil.
However, such a transaction and the previous slander are two completely different situations.
For Yang Qing, this is a cry of death! It is a kind of stubbornness that after falling into hell, struggling to climb out of hell again, will drag those demons into hell!
Even if you have sold your soul to the devil, even if you crawl out of hell again, you will never be able to erase the justice you had before!
Therefore, when he finally killed those heinous villains.
When he used a more cruel method to make them cry and start to feel what kind of sin they had committed, he even felt a sense of pleasure and joy.
This kind of pleasure even made him feel that the power he used, even if it was ten times more powerful than those of the executioners, he would not feel any shame.
This feeling is like when life pushes a poor person to a limit, to the point where they cannot maintain their own life and dignity even by themselves using any normal means, then you will only be concerned about any encounters and Actions, all express deep sympathy.
Yang Qing continued to look outside. The layers of white light and golden light outside were intertwined, making the gray resentment inside become thinner and thinner.
The young monk outside may have even noticed something strange about him inside, and shouted loudly like a Buddhist lion roaring: "You evil obstacle, why don't you catch him earlier!"
Yang Qing looked outside coldly, then looked at his skeletal body, and then suddenly realized that the other party probably no longer regarded him as the same kind.
How did I get to this point?
How did he become such a half-human, half-demon monster?
Yang Qing thought hard, and he suddenly discovered that the initiator of all this was actually caused by the oppression of those who were regarded as similar by the monks outside.
It's those so-called people, those demons in human clothes, who drove his sister to death bit by bit, and finally drove himself to the point where he is now inhuman and ghost-like state. Go into the situation of a ghost.
So he stared outside and asked bitterly: "Why! Why do you do this to me?"
Saint Youping and Huijian obviously heard Yang Qing's voice outside, and both frowned. Youping quietly sent a message to Huijian: "Looking at his condition, he seems to have regained some consciousness?"
Huijian also frowned and said, "It seems that's true, but I don't know how much he has recovered."
Youping said: "Do you want me to give him a try?"
So he raised his voice and said: "Since you have become possessed by the devil, why are you still resisting? Why don't you surrender as soon as possible and let us help you transition to the bliss of the Western Heaven as soon as possible."
Yang Qing stared at You Ping's beautiful face like a Bodhisattva and groaned: "Will you be able to be happy when you get to the West? If you are not happy here, will you be happy when you get there?"
Huijian heard the other party's groan and raised his voice: "Amitabha, don't worry about it. All the things here will eventually turn into dust. The things you think you should hate, resent, and be angry about today are actually just nothing in the end. It’s just a fantasy, how can it be considered true?”
Yang Qing asked with a disdainful sneer: "If loved ones cannot be saved, benefactors cannot be repaid, evil people cannot be punished, and bad people cannot be destroyed, then what is the point of me reaching the Western Heaven and achieving Buddhahood?"
Huijian knocked on the wooden fish harder, and the golden Zen characters poured out like a torrent. He said righteously: "Amitabha, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that they will not be rewarded, the time has not come. So don't worry, as long as there is Evil will definitely be punished."
Yang Qing sneered and said: "Master, please stop trying to get me to take revenge. Is it because you are preventing me from taking revenge today? Is this what your Buddhists say is an opportunity? Is it because your Buddhists say that the time has not come yet?"
"As far as I know, Buddhism emphasizes punishing evil and promoting good. In this case, why doesn't Master join me in catching and killing those bad guys one by one? Instead, you want to hinder me? After all, you are mine. Opportunity, or the opportunities of those bad people?”
At this point, resentment seemed to have an impact on him again, and he began to yell crazily:
"Master, if you are the opportunity for those bad guys to ruin my revenge, how can you suppress the resentment in my heart?"
After shouting this sentence, all kinds of resentment in his bones began to surge faster.
These words seemed to arouse the resonance of the entire surrounding resentment, and even more resentment began to flow towards him as the center, which made the resentment around him become as dense as a substance.
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