In his previous life in Luoyang City, he ordered all the Buddha statues and temples to be blown up, and those homeless monks scolded him for being a disaster star, and some monks with firm beliefs chose to die and turn into dust with the temple.

At that time, he laughed at their foolishness.

But now, he and his soldiers and horses have been destroyed by the collapsed Buddha statues, like the punishment of the gods for his insistence on trampling on living beings.

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless, and he reached out to touch, but all he touched was nothingness.

He lowered his hand slowly.

Not sure if you're dead.

In the eternal silence, a cool breeze suddenly greeted us.

There was a whisper ahead.

Xiao Yi raised his eyelashes, and the picture floated around him.

He saw the white-clothed crown prince kill himself with a sword in his hand on the banks of the Weishui River, and his head was brought back to Chang'an, where he was hung as a sinner on a high tower.

He saw his only sister, Xiao Qingyang, and Nan Chengyi embracing each other in front of the Buddha statue and making a promise to live in the flames.

He saw Wen Zhining and Xiao Zizhong falling from the high beacon tower, so poignant and desolate, like falling petals at dusk.

He saw the two elders who loved him, the eldest princess and the prince of Zhenguo, both dying at the wedding banquet......

It has only been two years since he returned to Chang'an.

But the people he cared about left him one after another.

How so?

He suddenly remembered a high-ranking monk from the Western Regions who he met outside the Equality Temple in his previous life.

He asked the monks for advice on the Dharma and whether they had a reincarnation or an afterlife.

The senior monk clasped his palms together and told him with a smile that the little lady of the Nan family has her own fate in the next life, but he himself may not.

Buddha cultivates the afterlife.

Stained with too much blood and killing, how can it be blessed in the next life?

Battlefield Shura, the lonely star of the sky.

The eight-word comment exploded in Xiao Yi's ears like thunder.

In the dark, Xiao Yi's face was bloodless.

In his previous life, he didn't care about the words of the monks.

But now that I think about it, Nan Jiaojiao was injured in the mine, and the doctor said that she could never conceive an heir again, which meant that he would never have an heir himself.

Comeuppance.

Could it be that the pain that Nan Jiaojiao endured was all the result of his creation?

The surrounding images dispersed.

Directly ahead, the water is churning, and the coral is blood-red.

The man was soaked in the water with his eyes closed, his limbs locked in strong black chains, his long black hair like seaweed stretched and floated in the water, his thin middle coat barely covered the point, and his muscles were covered with shocking scars.

Even if life and death are unknown, the handsome and beautiful face still shows a strong ruthlessness, and the Danfeng eyes that fly obliquely into the temples are like knives trapped in a treasure box, looking beautiful and sharp.

Countless sharp blades poked out from all directions, and the sharp blades pointed directly at the man at the bottom of the water, as if he would be tortured if he made the slightest movement.

Xiao Yi was stunned.

This man ......

Is that him?

What happened to him when he slaughtered living beings?

He wanted to reach out and touch it, but the picture quietly dissipated in an instant.

Eternal darkness reigned over him again.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyelashes.

If in the future, he will be trapped in an underwater cage, then what will Nan Jiaojiao do?

The little girl was squeamish and stupid, listening to his words and running to be loyal to Shen Jiang, if he didn't support her behind her back, she would have been eaten to death by Shen Jiang.

Even, even the Nan family she cared about would be played with and used by Shen Jiang.

said that he would protect her for the rest of his life.

Nan Jiaojiao can't live without him......

Even if he fights with the sky, he can't end up like that!

A strange power quietly extended to the man's limbs.

Clouded.

Raindrops pierced through the cracks in the rocks and fell on the man's scarred face.

Xiao Yi lay under the boulder, his right hand unconsciously groping around—until he touched the familiar Mo knife.

He slowly opened his eyes.

He tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't.

The smell of blood was heard from all directions.

He tilted his head slowly.

The armor shattered, and the brave army turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

He looked, thin lips pale.

If he didn't remember his past life, it would be fine, but he remembered it all, and the souls of those who died under his sword were also so miserable, countless fertile fields were destroyed, and the whole land was devastated.

That's his fault.

It was a tragedy that really happened, and even if it started from scratch, it still couldn't erase the evil consequences he created.

Heaven gave him the opportunity to start over, but he also had to punish him fiercely in this life, taking away his family with intrigues, slaughtering the lives of his soldiers with war, and using Nan Jiaojiao's nine deaths to make him taste the taste of being alone......

Nan Jiaojiao always asks him to accumulate good fortune, is it because she has sensitively sensed something?

But he still refused to admit defeat.

The revenge of the brothers' siblings has not yet been avenged, and the ruthless woman is still sitting firmly on the nine-fold palace, and the child of the royal brother is still just a low-status concubine.

His little lady is still waiting for him to come home.

The pitch-black pupils turned blood-red.

The five fingers gradually clenched the Mo knife.

The next moment, the man let out a roar -

On the cliffs.

The breeze crosses the border, and the rain drops.

A Taoist priest with a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows, wearing an azure robe, riding a green ox, and playing with peony flowers boredly.

He listened to the roar coming from under the stone pile, and said, "Monk, is your illusion useful?" It's not that he can let people see the future, he sees it, and he should be afraid, why is he still so stubborn? ”

A monk from the Western Regions with a deep silhouette, holding an umbrella in one hand, stood quietly in the rain.

He recited "Amitabha" and said in a deep voice: "Lord Xiao Shi's murderous intent is too heavy, and he shouldn't be told to remember his previous life." He sacrificed the throne, and there is no protection of Ziwei Emperor Star in this life, and the souls who died under his knife in his previous life have cast his demons in this life, and his future will be very difficult. ”

Poinsettia raised her eyebrows and sighed: "I wanted to use this hand to make him understand the benefits of being the emperor blessed by the Ziwei Emperor Star, kill the little junior sister to cut off the cause and effect, and from now on he will be at ease and rule the kings of all countries in the world, but his reaction is really beyond my expectations......"

Before he could say anything more, the pile of stones rumbled.

The nine-foot Mo knife is like a groundbreaking axe, slashing through the boulder!

It's early summer.

Lightning and thunder roared in the dark clouds.

The man's armor was shattered and covered in blood, his long hair danced arrogantly in the pouring rain, and his bloodshot Danfeng eyes showed strong killing intent.

He looked through the rain curtain and looked at the gloomy sky, his posture arrogant and domineering.

The nine-foot Mo knife pointed straight at the sky.

As if he was provoking the gods with flesh and blood.

"Crazy."

Poinsettia shook her head.

Xiao Yi's gaze fell on the end of the mountain wall.

There is an intact Buddha that has not yet been destroyed by explosives.

The big Buddha looked solemn and looked at him with a smile.

He was furious: "What are you looking at? ”

The other party did not answer him.

Nan Baoyi and Yin Sui finally arrived.

From afar, Nan Baoyi saw Xiao Yi.

The man is arrogant and strange, as if the desperate and angry man in his previous life who had begged the gods and Buddhas had crawled out of hell and returned to the world.

Her heart pounded.

She jumped out of the carriage desperately and quickly climbed up the pile of rubble: "Second brother! ”

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