Lan Ning, the great grandmaster of the Zhao State who had dominated Baishui City for nearly a year, was annihilated by a Confucian sage in this way, and this result was something that everyone never expected.

Soon the eyes of the Confucian sage looked at the manifestation of the nasal canal that was placed in a small world, and the eyes of the young sage showed a faint look of pity.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. The manifestation of the nasal passages at the moment is due to the endless torture they have suffered during their lifetimes.

They are both creatures of heaven and earth, but their fate is so tragic that it is moving.

"The avenue is ruthless, the avenue is ruthless. As he spoke, the young saint pointed at the statue of the Nose Passage, and the cage formed by the thousands of mighty qi began to slowly tighten inward.

The skull of the nose canal, condensed by all beings, emitted the crying sound of the weeping gods, which was the unwillingness and sorrow of thousands of people who died in vain.

Looking at this scene, Meng Juntong felt a strong sadness in her heart, and she didn't even notice that there were already two lines of tears that had slipped from the corners of her eyes.

This girl, who has never worshiped incense and worshiped Buddha, is now clasping her hands together and praying sincerely.

Endless suffering in life, all of which are in the past, three thousand lotus realms, eliminate the suffering of all worlds.

The young saint turned his head to look at Meng Juntong with curiosity, ordinary people are mortal, and they can't see the weather on Meng Juntong's body at this moment, but in the eyes of this saint, he can see that Meng Juntong has a spiritual aura around her, especially in the depths of her eyebrows, exuding an aura of extreme compassion.

"Ice muscles and spirit bones, golden branches and jade leaves, a pure innate and innocent body. The saint was amazed in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Meng Juntong a few more times.

What amazed the young saint even more was that the special aura emanating from Meng Juntong's body gradually penetrated into the cage that imprisoned Ah Nasal passage.

The faces of the beings above the terrifying skull gradually calmed down.

The original expressions of sadness and misery gradually turned into serenity at this moment.

The young saint rubbed his eyes lightly, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

The endless resentment is dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"They have resumed their reincarnation, this is a miraculous skill"

With a wave of his sleeves, the young saint directly lifted the vast aura array that sealed the appearance of the nasal passage, and with this cage, it would more or less affect the conduction of the girl's special aura.

The cage was withdrawn, but Ah Nadao didn't notice it at all, it slowly descended from the sky and landed on the ruins of Wuyang Palace.

The beings looked like soothed children, and their faces began to transform into grievances and weeping.

Thousands of various crying states express all kinds of grievances and pains in their lives.

Meng Juntong's eyes were closed, but the tears did not stop for a moment, and she became more and more sad.

Maybe ordinary people can't understand it, but Meng Juntong is now really feeling the deepest emotions in these yin spirits.

Her prayers continued, and in the darkest part of her heart, there seemed to be a seed sprouting, and her heart seemed to beat heavier and stronger than usual.

Knock knock Meng Juntong's face showed a slight pain.

She only felt as if someone was beating her heart violently, and the feeling was both shocking and depressing.

However, this discomfort did not last long, and soon Meng Juntong felt a divine power start to travel from his heart to his body.

In the center of her eyebrows, Shaohua's dream marks were fully revealed, and her body was covered with an elegant and agile long spirit gauze robe, floating and rising, setting off her whole person like a god.

Wei Ling, An Jie, and Yan Fengyi all subconsciously retreated a few steps back.

The young saint on the eaves in the distance looked at Meng Juntong with a complicated expression.

"I really didn't expect that sixty years would pass so quickly, and Shao Huajun would return to the world again" The young saint saw through the source of the divine power that was constantly emanating from Meng Juntong's heart at a glance.

That breath of compassion can only be possessed by the greatest merit power of the world.

The young saint saw through all this, but Meng Juntong didn't realize that he had inadvertently inadvertently triggered Shao Huajun, who was sealed into his body by the high priest of Vena.

Thousands of yin spirits were whimpering, and from time to time wisps of yin spirits could be seen separating from the huge head of Naa's nasal passage.

It stands to reason that if they are contaminated with the negative karmic causes and effects of the nasal passage, they will cut off the path of the six reincarnations, and they can only be attached to the nasal passage forever and forever, and they can only exist in the Infernal Territory forever and forever when they enter the Yellow Spring, and they cannot be reborn forever.

Lan Ning himself said before that the Nose Way is something that even the Buddha of the West cannot transcend.

Once it is a nose, it will be forever and forever to sink into endless suffering, and killing will be its only way to vent.

Therefore, he would rather annihilate himself at the hands of that great grandmaster than become a member of the Nose Passage, even if he can have the power to destroy the world and destroy the world.

Meng Juntong's prayer gradually came to an end, and the head of the nasal passage, which was originally the size of half a palace, was now only the size of a grinding plate.

There are already I don't know how many Yin Spirits have differentiated from it and gone to Huangquan to reincarnate.

And the rest of the head is mostly the only remaining karmic karma.

"Isn't that Princess Pianji" Suddenly, Wei Ling stretched out his hand and pointed to a yin spirit that floated out of the nasal passage, it was a beautiful woman dressed in palace clothes, although there were only wisps of yin soul left, but it could still be seen that there was an extraordinary appearance in front of her.

Of course, Yan Fengyi also recognized Her Royal Highness the princess, if it is counted by generation, this princess is still the same generation as Yan Hong, so you have to call him Uncle Wang.

Yan Fengyi hurriedly stepped forward and stared at the wisp of ghost.

Princess Lian Ji did not directly enter the Huangquan reincarnation, she slowly came to Yan Fengyi's side.

Perhaps because the tears had run out, Her Royal Highness the delicate princess did not cry anymore, she just looked at Yan Fengyi quietly and did not say a word.

Yan Fengyi's lips trembled slightly, recalling Princess Lianji when she was young, and this iron-blooded tough guy who crisscrossed the battlefield finally couldn't help shedding tears.

Princess Piji smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and lightly tapped her forehead, poked it at her chest, and then turned and left.

Yan Fengyi was stunned on the spot, others didn't understand what Princess Pianji's two actions meant, but Yan Fengyi knew it.

He slowly turned around and looked at the place where Yan Hong was at the moment in the distance.

In order to prevent Yan Hong from acting together tonight, he had Wei Ling drug the girl's food, and finally tied it up and placed it in a small cellar near the dock.

And the two actions of Princess Lian Ji just now are related to his daughter, Yan Hong, which is a bet that the three of them once played together, a bet related to the lifelong happiness of the two daughters' families.

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