"What is this place?"

"Hehe, it's getting more and more interesting! I'm really looking forward to what unexpected surprises will come next!"

"Why weren't these people burned to death, are they all crazy?"

"Senior sister, this ......"

The sound of gossip clearly reached the ears of Qi Yan and the others, saying why they were not burned to death, no one even refuted it, it was not for nothing, they didn't even make a sound.

The fact that a living person disappears in front of your eyes makes it hard not to be in awe of the boundless sea of fire in front of you.

The people on the shore were still noisy, and Qi Yan, who had been in the sea of fire, was still moving quietly, and the sea of fire was in stark contrast to the shore, and this contrast seemed a little strange and abrupt.

Obviously people who are in the midst of fire should be noisy, or even hoarse, heart-rending roars.

Qi Yan gathered his mind and suppressed the screams that were about to rush out of his throat, he didn't want to break the silence, it felt like admitting that he was defeated when he shouted out his mouth.

The other person who came down with him probably thought the same way, silently bearing the pain of heart-wrenching, they were stubborn, even a little proud.

The scorching crimson magma was filled with bubbling places, and wisps of blue-white smoke whirred around the periphery like small fountains, which the Flame would avoid as he advanced.

The temperature there was even higher than in the magma, and after a heart-rending pain, Qi Yan smelled a burnt smell, some incense and some stinky, definitely not a good smell.

It must have been scorched somewhere, and all the waist down was immersed in the crimson magma, and I couldn't see where it was, and there was no place on my body that didn't hurt, and it was as if something was blocked in my throat.

After coughing hoarsely twice, Qi Yan opened his mouth, and a puff of white smoke came out of his mouth, like dust.

Raising his hand to wipe the dust that didn't exist at the corner of his mouth, Qi Yan didn't care, his steps were still steady, but he felt more and more difficult.

"Ahem, ahem!" There was another dull cough, and the burning sensation in his chest became more and more frequent, and Qi Yan realized that something was wrong.

Then puffs of white smoke erupted from Qi Yan's gaping mouth, and his entire body was swept away by an indescribable pain.

His hands were just clutched to his throat, and then, with unbearable pain, he danced in the scorching magma, and the lava splashed from time to time between kicks fell on Qi Yan's face little by little.

For a moment, he really wanted to sink into this sea of fire, and he was gone, and he didn't have to bear this boundless sea of fire again.

The sudden strange situation caused a lot of restlessness, Leng Yunyi and Ting Zhi, who relied on Qi Yan's recent approach, looked at Qi Yan in a daze, and these people who entered the magma were also looking at him, as if they were looking at a madman again.

He didn't know anything about these prayers, and he didn't know what was wrong, he just felt like he couldn't bear the pain suddenly, as if he would get better if he scratched it, and his exposed clothes and skin were burned out of small black holes, which were hideous and terrifying.

Qi Yan felt as if the blood in his body had dried up, and even the flesh and blood had been roasted, and the whole person seemed to be decaying from the inside out, and a gust of wind might be blown away.

After a while, Qi Yan stood in the magma panting, and he raised his itchy arm in disbelief to look at it, and found that from the burned wounds, new pink flesh grew from the inside out.

I was amazed in my heart, but I found that not only that, but the blood in my body also became extremely pure, and the bright red blood was flowing quietly, as if it had been reborn, and Qi Yan laughed in the magma.

He didn't know if his face had returned to its original state, but he didn't want to suppress himself anymore, could it be that the Diamond Sutra still had this effect?

"You, are you okay?" Ting Zhi, who was standing on the musket, looked at Qi Yan for a moment, and asked uncertainly, pinching the law as she spoke, blue flames covering the surging crimson magma.

"I'm fine, I just want to say that it's painful or happy, it's better to say it!" Qi Yan shouted after saying this, and shook his arm, and a hole was burned out of his arm by the splashed magma.

Qi Yan's words were like pressing a switch, and he shouted one after another, and the eleven people before, except for the little novice who was still proclaiming the Buddha's name, even Leng Yunyi, who had always been calm, shouted a few times.

At this moment, Qi Yan noticed a little white light behind him and quickly flew towards him.

When I pinched it in my hand, I realized that it was a wriggling snow jade cicada, and I turned my head to look at it suspiciously, as if I had been fixed, and my body twisted into a weird arc, and I could only look at it stupidly.

In the crimson sea of fire stood a young woman in a long white dress with a smile on her eyebrows, the white gauze hanging on both sides of her body was loosely wrapped around her arms, and her toes stepped lightly on the surging sea of fire, like an ethereal fairy falling into the world.

These were not the things that surprised Qi Yan the most, what surprised him was the woman's appearance.

"Xiao Rou!" Qi Yan's gaze was glazed, and his mouth unconsciously overflowed with the name that had been called thousands of times.

When the woman in white met Qi Yan's gaze, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a reserved smile.

However, the white-clothed nun beside her, who was slightly shorter, covered her mouth and said happily: "Senior sister, you see that idiot looks stupid at you, hum, I will say that senior sister, you have amazing appearance, if such an ordinary person looks at it like that, I am afraid that he will naturally be willing to reduce his life expectancy by a few years!"

Hearing this, Qi Yan, who had returned to his senses, smiled a little embarrassedly, and hurriedly turned around after thanking him, but the doubts in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

The appearance of this woman in white is very similar to his girlfriend in his previous life, and even the smile is exactly the same, but Xiao Rou, who suffered from brain cancer, died as early as when he graduated from college.

Xiaorou, is this you?

Qi Yan wanted to rush over and inquire carefully, but he knew that now was not a good time, and he was afraid that he would be regarded as a prodigal.

A voice came softly behind him, and when he looked at it, it was the two of them.

The woman in white frowned slightly, and her face became serious, "Listen to what nonsense you say, so that the master can hear that whipping is indispensable, you have only seen a few people, and you dare to say such big things." ”

I am afraid that the master in the mouth of the woman in white shocked her, and her round face was clumped, her face was full of unhappiness, and she shouted: "But why did you give him that ingots just now?"

"Yuanbao?" Is this the name of this cicada? Qi Yan gently shook the snow jade cicada in his palm, and the coolness that penetrated his heart and spleen passed through his body.