As the white bone demon shrank smaller and smaller, the resentment on his body became less and less, and he was completely wiped out by the golden Zen sound of wisdom.

Just as the White Bone Demon was gradually trapped and his actions became more and more difficult, Yang Qing's blood-red eyes became lighter and fainter, and he gradually began to recover his mind.

The things in his mind that had been devoured by murder and hatred, and the incomparable desire for revenge, also made his mind clearer and clearer because of the reduction of resentment.

He looked up and looked out, staring at the battle in the arena.

Although he himself was at the heart of the battle, he seemed to be a bystander, watching Hui Jian and Youping come in white light and golden characters one after another.

Looking at these immortal cultivators who he usually didn't even dare to dream of, and were even stronger than his master.

These strong characters who made him bow and worship actually had a strange feeling when they fought with their whole body with all their strength and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

"It's a good feeling to have power!" Yang Qing sighed secretly.

Although the power in his body was extremely impure, like a violent hurricane, his sanity was almost overwhelmed, and he was dominated by instinctive thoughts of revenge.

And this power is actually extremely complicated, as if it was forcibly pinched together, and it was only stimulated in this way for a short period of time.

Therefore, for Yang Qing, for him, if this kind of power is used for a little longer, it will either make his body unable to bear it at all, or it will be torn apart, or this power will gradually fade from his body or dissipate directly.

And there is an even more terrible situation, that is, if such a power cannot be dissipated, I am afraid that I will be completely conquered by this power and become a walking corpse controlled by hatred.

But even so, this kind of power still made him feel a different realm, as if it had opened a new door on his path of cultivating immortals, allowing him to clearly witness the use of higher powers.

"It's a pity!" Yang Qing sighed softly.

Ever since he was imprisoned and tortured by them, he knew that he had completely lost the possibility of having such an alluring one.

His prospect of cultivating immortals has long been shattered, and in a situation where his tortured muscles and bones are broken, I am afraid that only the legendary immortal medicine can have the effect of resurrecting the dead.

Although when he killed people and took revenge, he had long been mentally prepared for such a result.

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 he is afraid that his future life will be no different from enduring humiliation and stealing his life.

He even made the consciousness of losing his life for this reason, so losing the hope of cultivating immortals was not in his calculation for a long time.

But although he even has the consciousness of death, he will never allow himself to be leashed and snorted like a dog.

What's even more hateful is that these people are still using all kinds of never-before-seen and vicious means to do all kinds of inhumane things on themselves.

Even as long as Yang Qing thought of these things that happened to him, these vicious methods, every incident, every time, he would let out the most vicious curse for these people from the bottom of his heart.

Even the so-called results that each of these people has achieved in themselves may continue to be endured and used by more people in the future, and even these people will endure more extreme pain than him.

He knew that this was something he would never allow and promise.

For him, although he is also a victim of these tortures, at the same time he is like an accomplice of evil, helping them to explore the limits of what humans can bear.

And he absolutely cannot accept these slanders of those people against him, in a form of participating in the Black Hand organization, to contemptuously turn his motives for revenge into so filthy and filthy.

Make themselves like the wicked people who inflicted these inhuman crimes on him, and even if that were not enough, they wanted to strike him more hateful than the most vicious of them.

It was like nailing him to a pillar of shame, and even throwing him with the most and blackest dirty water, turning him into the most abominable of those terrible people.

This kind of state, which is even worse than these scum, is something that Yang Qing absolutely cannot agree.

He looked at his body again, although in the end, he still sold his soul to the terrible Black Hand organization, to the demon.

However, such a deal is a completely different scenario from the previous slander.

For Yang Qing, this is a kind of cry of death! It is a kind of stubbornness that has already fallen into hell, and struggles to crawl out of hell again, and also pulls those demons into hell!

Even if you have sold your soul to the devil, even if you climb out of hell again, you will definitely not be able to erase the kind of justice that you used to have!

Therefore, when he finally stabbed those heinous villains.

He even felt a sense of pleasure and joy when he wept bitterly and began to feel what kind of sin they had committed in a more cruel way.

This pleasure made him feel no shame even when the power he wielded was ten times more powerful than those executioners.

It's like when life pushes a poor person to the limit that they can't maintain their lives and dignity even by any normal means themselves, then you can only express deep sympathy for whatever happens and actions he takes.

Yang Qing continued to look outside, and the layers of white light and golden light on the outside were intertwined, making the gray resentment shown inside thinner and thinner.

The young monks outside may have even noticed his strangeness inside, shouting loudly like a lion roaring in the Buddhist gate: "Evil obstacles, don't you catch them soon!"

Yang Qing looked out coldly, and then looked at his white bone body, and then suddenly said, the other party may no longer regard himself as the same kind.

How did I get to this point?

How did you become such a half-human, half-demon monster?

Yang Qing tried hard to think about it, and he suddenly realized that the initiator of all this was actually caused by the oppression of those things that were regarded as the same kind by the monks outside.

It is the so-called people who are called people, those demons who are dressed in human clothes, who forced their sister to death little by little, and finally forced themselves into the situation where people are not like people and ghosts are not like ghosts.

So he stared out and asked hatefully, "Why, why do you do this to me?"

Youping Saintess and Huijian obviously heard Yang Qing's voice outside, and they both frowned. Youping quietly sent a voice to Hui Jian: "Looking at his situation, it seems that he has regained a little bit of sanity?"

Huijian also frowned and said: "It seems that this is really the case, but I don't know how much I have recovered." ”

Youping said, "Do you want me to try him?"

So he raised his voice and said: "Since you have fallen into the devil, why are you still stubbornly resisting? It is better to surrender as soon as possible, and let us help you cross to the Western Heaven of Bliss as soon as possible." ”

Yang Qing stared at Youping's beautiful face like a bodhisattva, and snorted: "When you get to the West Heaven, can you be extremely happy? If you are not happy here, can you be happy when you get there?"

Huijian heard the other party's muffled snort, and also raised his voice: "Amitabha, don't look at it." All these things will eventually turn to dust. What you think you should hate and resent today, what you should be angry and angry about is actually just a dream after all, how can it be true?"

Yang Qing sneered disdainfully and asked, "If the lover cannot be saved, the benefactor cannot be repaid, the wicked cannot be punished, and the bad cannot be destroyed, then even if I go to the Western Heaven and attain the Buddhahood, what does it mean?"

Huijian stepped up his knocking on the wooden fish, and the golden Zen characters poured out like a surging flood, and said righteously: "Amitabha, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, not that it will not be reported, and the time has not come." Therefore, do not worry, as long as there is evil, you will be punished. ”

Yang Qing sneered: "Master, don't play meditation, today you prevent me from taking revenge, is it the opportunity that your Buddhism is talking about? Is it that the time for your Buddhism to talk about has not yet arrived?"

"As far as I know, Buddhism is the most important thing about punishing evil and promoting good. In that case, why doesn't the master join me in catching and killing those bad people one by one? Instead, he wants to hinder me? Is it your chance or the chance of those bad people?"

At this point, the resentment seemed to have an effect on him again, and he began to yell frantically:

"If you are one of those bad people, Master, who has ruined my revenge, how can you suppress the resentment in my heart?"

After shouting this, I saw that all kinds of resentment on his white bones began to surge faster.

These words seemed to trigger the resonance of the entire resentment around him, and even more resentment began to pour towards him, which made the resentment around him suddenly dense as a substance.

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