Chapter 153: Survival

Jiuji has followed her all these years, and she has done well enough!

She wanted to give him back his freedom and not have to fall into the abyss with her.

As if sensing Lu Qingye's thoughts, Jiuji's big head gently rubbed Lu Qingye's hand.

Lu ...... Kiyono, no ...... Truth, you want me to ...... contract, I will follow you...... Now you want to ...... The contract has been terminated...... Drive me away...... Die...... Let's die together...... Okay......"

As Jiuji spoke, more blood spurted out of the Black Wind Tiger's mouth, staining Lu Qingye's robe red, which also made her feel extremely dazzling.

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap broke through the air.

Lu Qingye raised his head stiffly and looked at the huge thunder tribulation.

She is not reconciled!

She wants to live!

The invisible force is getting tighter and tighter, like the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, like the shackles of the world, and even more like the shackles of fate!

She doesn't want to fall like this!

She still has a lot of things to do, and she promised her grandfather to live well, compare with the sect agreed with the same family, and create a better future with Jiuji......

And so much more!

The obsession that lives in her heart!

The sky is about to break......

The strong unwillingness made Lu Qingye's soul power become violent.

Under the interference of soul power, countless chaotic pictures appeared.

In the dim world, countless soul cultivators wandered on the outlying islands.

The nun walked forward step by step on the gray sand with her bare pale and thin feet.

"My name is Lu Qingye, and this name is a long story...... Because when I was wandering in the past, those annoying guys always called me Aye, saying that I was a lonely ghost with no past life, and I was born like duckweed...... I used to sit on the big rocks of the beach and look at the only light in the middle of the lake, and even though the light was muddy, the whole lake was muddy...... At that time, I was thinking that one day, the soul world could have a dazzling light, and the clear water of the lake would also become clear...... How nice would that be......"

"How can we change all this, so that those who are suffering will have less suffering, let them have more happiness, let the world have less suffering, let the homeless have a home, and let the living have hope for life. I know that the power of one person alone is too thin to change anything, but if you do nothing because of this, how can you be worthy of yourself......"

"Hell is empty, demons are on earth! But hell is overcrowded......"

The wind, I don't know whose thoughts and expectations it carried, blew into the soul realm, and also disturbed the originally calm lake.

The nun in the lake slowly raised her head, revealing her indifferent but compassionate eyes.

"The gods haven't fallen yet, so why are they asking for me?"

The howling wind blew the dead wood branches around and swayed wildly.

The crow wandered around, screaming fiercely.

The man who was full of messes and scars revealed his eyes that were a little confused but stubborn.

"Excuse me...... Dry Copper Mountain...... How to go? ”

The old man with the oil lamp in his hand gave a strange look at the pale man.

Unconsciously stepped back.

"I don't know! I don't know! ”

In recent years, some people still ask about the bad place, who is not afraid of being contaminated with bad luck! He didn't want to be that guide!

That's a dry copper mountain! A place where countless sea knowledge has been piled up, and a place with a rich yin qi has gathered!

It is also the place that leads to the yang and netherworld.

Who has nothing to do with running to that place?

Thinking of the miserable white face he had just seen the woman, the old man suddenly ran away in a panic.

Alone muttered in place.

"Dry Copper Mountain...... Where is it? And also...... How long...... Can I get to ...... I'm so tired......"

The wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, leaving a desolate land.

In the thunder, Lu Qingye's widened pupils seemed to reflect those familiar or unfamiliar pictures.