"It's okay, I'm here!" Qi Yan's deep voice between teenager and youth gently comforted the person in his arms.

A fifteen-year-old body is inhabited by a twenty-five-year-old soul, Su Yunyao is like a kind of existence of his sister to him, and he has no distractions at this moment.

After Su Yunyao vented, her emotions quickly stabilized, and she withdrew from Qi Yan's arms, blushing and lowering her eyes, and her tone was still a little choked: "There are a lot of dead people in front, in front!"

"Don't be afraid, I'll go over and take a look. With that, he got up and walked forward, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Everything in front of him is not to say that Su Yunyao, who is ignorant of the world, even he has always advertised that he wants to be hard-hearted, his scalp is numb when he sees it.

Qi Yan stood there with the feeling that he was about to vomit in his heart, there was a thick layer of corpses on the ground, and there was no complete corpse with a rough eye, it was scattered all over the ground, and the dark red blood flowed into a small depression.

The few pieces of white bones that stand out at the bottom can be seen to be very old, not recent, and it is not clear from the wound marks how it was caused, and it is not clear from the fragments of clothes that it belongs to any sect or sect.

I don't know who is so ruthless, is it a person or a group of people, or a powerful demon beast?

If this was really a killing battlefield before, then at this time, he and Su Yunyao were in the mouth of a tiger, and the cold executioner might be watching from some dark corner.

"Amitabha!" a solemn Buddha horn sounded.

When I turned around, I saw the little novice who had crossed the sea of fire in the flesh during the volcanic hell standing there, looking at the corpses all over the ground in front of him with a sad face, as if he didn't see the two of them, and his eyes approached step by step with compassion.

The two who wanted to leave this killing field quickly were shocked by Xiao Shami's actions, Qi Yan had a good impression of this little master before, if he really encountered an accident here, he was very unbearable.

"Little master, it's likely to be extremely unsafe here, so let's get out of here. He reminded.

"The two little donors, please go first, the little monk wants to recite the mantra here, and I will save others again myself. The little novice saluted the two of them with their hands together, and then sat down beside the wreckage.

A series of obscure scriptures burst out of the mouth of the little novice, and the stubborn thin body looked so tall at the moment.

Su Yunyao raised her eyes and looked at Qi Yan, as if she was asking for his opinion and as if she was making eye contact with him, but the tacit understanding was that neither of them spoke, as if they were afraid of disturbing Xiao Shami.

The two silently walked a little farther away to protect the Dharma for the little novice, and after a brief eye contact, the two agreed that it was really unsafe to leave him alone.

Seeing Su Yunyao forcibly endure the bloody breath and sit here quietly with him, he suddenly felt a little distressed, and after thinking of something, he took out a fragrant Tranquility Pill and put it in Su Yunyao's hand.

Su Yunyao, who had eaten the Tranquility Pill, looked much better, and began to meditate quietly, the smell of the strange fragrance diffused, covering up the bloody breath in the sky little by little, I don't know if he heard it wrong, as if he heard the sigh of relief from the little novice.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, presumably the little novice who was bent on reciting the mantra of the past was a little unbearable to the smell of blood, the monks were already merciful, thinking that the little novice had never seen so much blood when he was so old.

The cautious Qi Yan kept his eyes on the little novice, in case any abnormal kinetic energy was discovered at the first time, and he didn't dare to relax.

After listening to it for a while, those originally obscure scriptures were clearly reflected in his sea of consciousness, and unconsciously, he also chanted softly with the voice of the little novice.

Although the scriptures were clearly reflected in the sea of consciousness, they still stumbled when they spoke, and the little novice did not pause to increase the voice of the chanting without pause, so that Qi Yan could hear it clearly.

As if he had a teacher to read, he followed the voice of the little novice and chanted one sentence after another, and the sound of chanting sounded one after another.

After reciting for more than two hours, Qi Yan saw that Xiao Shami still had no intention of stopping, so he continued to read, and he silently counted it in his heart, and he had already recited it fifty-one times.

He guessed in his heart that the little novice would probably recite it ninety-nine times, ninety-nine to one, dust to dust, where to come from, everything to zero.

After abandoning his distracting thoughts, he whispered to him, but found that the little novice in front of him was falling from time to time with golden light, could it be that this was the so-called merit? At this moment, when he looked at himself, he also found that there were wisps of golden light falling.

When this trace of golden light fell on his body, his heart was a little excited, from the moment he stepped on the road of cultivating immortals, the active and passive killing will never stop, when he used to read the mythological script, there was often some great power or demon cultivation because the killing qi was too heavy and suffered extremely severe heavenly punishment, and finally was split into ashes.

If these merits can offset a little bit of those sins, then he is willing, and the thought of this he is not only amazed at the change in himself, but also at the time when he can become so cold-blooded.

Could it be that a person who embarks on the road of cultivating immortals is destined to be a cold-hearted, cold-blooded and cold-hearted person? So, what exactly is cultivating immortals? Is it endless loneliness? Or is it an endless journey?

The chanting gradually subsided, and a sadness suddenly rose in his heart, he didn't know if this sadness was because he had recited the mantra of death too many times, or because he thought of the past, but the powerful belief that stayed in his heart was crumbling little by little.

He still remembered that he was full of ambition, and he was determined to break through the last thousand heavy passes that no one had set foot in, and he still had to step on the rare spirit beast for nine days, and he wanted to rely on the three-foot green peak to break through this continent, and even the realm outside this continent......

The dashing swordsman he once envied, he didn't ask the way he went, he didn't look back on the way he came, and he was as confused and contradictory as he was? He had no way of knowing, because there was no pure swordsman in this world, so he could only ask himself.

A scripture that was different from the mantra of the past life sounded, and as he listened, his mind gradually calmed down, and it turned out that the little novice noticed that his qi and blood were fluctuating abnormally, and recited the meditation mantra.

After glancing at the little novice, he still followed the voice of the little novice and chanted, but there was no longer the sense of contradiction and confusion just now in his heart, he wanted to be his own god, and the gods were powerful and omnipotent.

He must not let himself die halfway when he first sets foot on the path of cultivating immortals, just because of the demon in his heart, since ancient times, evil has not prevailed over good, not to mention that he is upright, and the people he kills are all harmful people.

He wouldn't let his hands get bloody, and if so, what difference would he have with those executioner demons?