"If you can't be killed, then it's good if you don't kill you."

Chen Yi's face was expressionless, stepping on the seven stars, rippling a circle of mysterious and mysterious law ripples: "Defying the heavens and committing obedience, blaspheming Longwei, you should be punished for your crimes, give you..."

"Immortality!"

Airplanes!

Lao Sanzhou's body was up and down, and suddenly the golden color compilation shone brightly, and immediately dissolved in its acupoint and the sea, and the peaceful and warm breath wrapped it, and the sleepiness invaded.

He was confused.

In a trance, I seemed to see the memories of my home when I was young.

He remembered the earthen house in his hometown, the willow tree on the bank of the river, and the year when he was just a boy in a fishing village, who did not cultivate the Tao and did not kill people.

In those years when the fame was not yet intimidating, he also had a happy family, and he sat under the willow tree on countless evenings at dusk.

Watching the tide rise and fall, the clouds rolling up, praying that the father and mother who went out to sea to fish can return safely, waiting for the father to lift him high, waiting for the mother to burn firewood for cooking.

After 3,600 years of cultivating the true road, my father's face has long been confused in my memory, but there are some things that are deeply rooted in my bones, and I can't wear them out if I can't wash them away with time.

"Baby, you've lost weight."

"When you are alone, you have to take care of yourself."

"Baby, my mother misses you."

The wind rose on the sea, and the huge waves that were hundreds of feet high swallowed the sails.

"No, don't, father, mother, don't go..."

His eyelids sank, his consciousness grew lighter, his legs began to petrify, he noticed something unusual, but he was willing to fall into it, just to grasp the short-lived beauty.

It's like a prisoner who has been wandering in the desert for countless years, with a dry mouth, and suddenly glimpses a clear spring, conniving at a mirage, knowing that it is a mirage, and still flocking to it.

With Chen Yi's current realm, fighting against Huang Quan is tantamount to an idiot's dream, but he has magic words and dream words, which can arouse the most primitive desires in the hearts of living beings.

Dharma and wealth, relatives and friends, mentors and apprentices.

What is truly terrible in the world is never death, but the things that the heart desires, the process of constantly repeating what is gained and lost, the ups and downs, and the joys and sorrows.

That kind of taste, life is better than death!

In the end, the third child turned into a stone statue, his facial expression was frozen at the last second, frightened, peaceful, incredible, he was still alive, and his heart was beating.

But he's dead.

Chen Yi flicked his sleeves slightly, and the stone statues were scattered all over the ground, and then, as concocted, the huge cave world, only the helpless Chiba remained, staring at him blankly.

She was stupefied.

The man in front of him, not only did he have endless methods, but he was also so ruthless that it was outrageous: You say I can't kill you? Then I'll let you kill yourself!

First destroy its Dao heart, and then destroy its spirit... Isn't illusion street juggling, carving insect tricks? Isn't it said that illusion is difficult to get into the hall of elegance? And you still use it like this?!

Chiba felt that Chen Yi was a very godly person, I was afraid that it was the same thing, he was really a god, an unreasonable god, and normal thinking logic would not work for him at all.

"Do you have a last word?"

Without any emotional inquiry, she pulled the lost Chiba back to reality, she glanced at the gravel at Chen Yi's feet with a complicated expression, and said timidly:

"Can you, can you not torture me, I'm afraid..."

"Okay."

Chen Yi bowed his head.

One thing to say, he quite likes Chiba, and the boundless sea of blood in the Xuanqi Realm lacks some vitality, so after ingesting a drop of eyebrow blood, he erased her sanity.

Although the end is equally miserable, compared to the other three, he is already merciful, so he doesn't have to be tortured, after all, he is provoked, and it is impossible to let him go.

Otherwise, no one will dare to oppose him in the future, and he will not be annoyed to death by the enemy?

The dust settled.

Chen Yi carefully selected the body of a female Rakshasa and threw it into the Xuanqi Realm, and then sealed the other Rakshasa Iron Riders who had escaped the catastrophe back into the wooden coffin to unlock the prohibition of the Cave Heaven.

That's right.

He wants to use Chiba's blood and the body of this rakshasa to create a new Rakshasa Iron Horse, and he will give them intelligence, swear allegiance to the death, and fight for him.

This is the first copy he has carefully prepared for the Netherworld... Gift!