The stump and severed arm struggled and surged, and the black liquid spread like blood, a scene of hell on earth.

Even the well-informed Phoenix clan is a little unbearable at this time.

The dark valley that Cui Qinghe barely supported was finally broken, and only a small part of the aftermath of the explosion inside was left, and the problem was those evil ghosts and spirits that flowed out. Those are the people of Jiang Dong, they should have re-invested in reincarnation a long time ago, but in order to help Cui Qinghe and to help themselves avenge, they chose to join the dark valley, not only to become a force in it, but also to witness the death of those people.

It's just that because of the survival of the monster that was raised by the darkest feelings in the world before, they also have a certain limitation, that is, they can't leave the dark valley. And now, the valley is shattered, and they have reappeared in the world, and there is only one way for their souls to fly away.

Unless......

"Unless what? You can make it clear! ”

Feng Jin heard that King Ming only said half of it, and he was very anxious. He wanted to help Cui Qinghe, although the other party had tied himself up before, he always felt that this person's experience was too pitiful, and that Xiao Yanlang trusted others too much. Even if it's a king, you can't fully trust it.

Although he didn't know them at all, Feng Jin always felt that this story had a sense of déjà vu.

King Ming paused, then sighed.

"Unless someone can make it happen before they disappear. It's just that if you have the heart to temper yourself, how can you not think about it for more than 500 years? Now it is only up to these souls to see if they will let go of the past because the enemy is dead. ”

How easy is it to let go?

But these people's enemies have now been forced to blow themselves up, which can be regarded as a successful revenge in a sense. This can be regarded as a wish, right?

It's just that, against the eyes of everyone, and the chanting of Buddhist cultivation in Western Buddhist countries, those black souls don't have the slightest meaning of degree, but they are constantly struggling, and it looks even more terrifying.

"Whoa!"

Most of the body of the dark valley could no longer support it, and after this explosion, Cui Qinghe's figure was revealed.

He looked extremely embarrassed at this time, with blood all over his body, and scars all over his exposed skin. Originally, his eyes looked a little desireless, but when he saw those Jiang Dong people who were constantly struggling, he trembled fiercely.

Why don't you want to be tempered? Those Buddhist cultivators in the Western Buddha countries are also good people, no matter what merit and cause and effect they have, as long as they can eventually transform everyone, so that everyone can be reincarnated with peace of mind, isn't it good?

Even if you won't be able to remember all the past by then, it's still a gift.

"Hurry up! Let's go! Why don't you go, why don't you go?! ”

Cui Qinghe kept waving his arms, wanting to let these people escape into reincarnation in accordance with the principles of heaven. However, those souls who struggled in the halo of the world still refused in the end.

Not to mention how many thousands of people they have here, those monks can't be reduced to perfection, and more importantly, they don't want to forget.

How long in this life can a person really live for his own will? More often than not, everyone is just caught up in the torrent of the times. Maybe becoming a biological child or even studying and taking scientific exams are used to the times around them. Then the only way to remember Xiao Yanlang is to really remember it in my heart and want to take action for it.

They don't want to forget.

Moreover, even if you can be successfully reincarnated, will you definitely be able to live well in the next life? What if you don't live in this world?

Everyone was not moved by the sound of chanting.

Cui Qinghe shouted in a hurry, but no one listened to him. Everyone is an equal family relationship, how can they all listen to him because he has a human form?

Changsheng, who had been standing frozen in place, clenched Du Xuanjin in his hand, and then looked at the sleeping little monk Huixing.

From the very beginning, there had been a faint feeling of tugging from Wataru Genjin, as if there were invisible threads wound around the blade of the sword. And the silk thread is connected by crossing Xuanjin, one end is on Cui Qinghe and others, and the other end is ......

It's on Hui Xing.

Thinking that the remains of the local monks who didn't care about the outside world at all before would react to the little monk Huixing, at this time, a bold speculation appeared in Changsheng's mind.

At that time, the people of Jiang Dong handed over their corpses to the Dark Valley, and now all the souls are already here, and even the corpse of Steward Yan was later recovered by Cui Qinghe. However, there is one more person who is not here.

Xiao Yan Lang, Yan Ruoting.

He was the first to die and the cause of it all. But his soul is not here. Could it be that he has already been reincarnated?

Although the theory of reincarnation is ethereal, Changsheng is very sure, because she can occasionally feel this mysterious realm.

And Ming An, who had been protecting his junior brother, also noticed Changsheng's gaze at this time, he paused, and then reluctantly let go of his hand.

Actually, he didn't want to let go, but there has to be an end to this matter. Now the little junior brother has not yet recalled, if one day he recalls the past, knowing that they have done nothing in the past, he will definitely be sad.

Seeing Ming An let go of Huixing, the guess in Changsheng's heart was confirmed. Du Xuanjin moved slightly, and the golden silk thread flashed in Changsheng's eyes, tightly connecting the two sides who were unconscious.

The next moment, Hui Xing's body that had fallen asleep slowly floated into the air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Isn't that the disciple grandson of King Ming? What does he do? No, he didn't fly on his own, he ......"

Even Cui Qinghe, who was so painful that he was almost crying, noticed this, and he looked at the little figure in a little daze, unable to understand what was going on for a while.

But in the next moment, with the slight rotation of Du Xuanjin in Changsheng's hand, an illusory figure slowly emerged from the little monk of Huixing who had his eyes closed.

That figure slowly came out of the body of the little monk Huixing, but the aura between the two was strikingly similar.

It was a young man wearing a wide-sleeved deep coat and a simple jade crown on his head.

There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning.

Zhilan Yushu, a young man......

These words seem to be born for this person, and even if you haven't opened your eyes, you can already feel the meaning of a gentleman from him.

"You, this, this ......"

Cui Qinghe's eyes widened suddenly, he couldn't believe what he saw, what was it! Who is the person standing in mid-air with his eyes closed and so lifelike that he seems to be sleeping?

How many nights and days, he had seen this man's busy figure and gentle smile. Even if he turned to ashes, he could still find traces of this man!

Even if time flies and there is no going back, but at the first glance of that person, Cui Qinghe can recognize who this person is.

My lord......