I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

The stumped limbs and arms were struggling and surging, and the black liquid spread like blood. It was a scene of hell on earth.

Even the well-informed Phoenix family couldn't stand it at this moment.

The dark valley that Cui Qinghe barely supported was finally broken, and only a small part of the aftermath of the explosion remained. The problem lies in the evil spirits that flowed out.Those are the people of Jiangdong, they should have re-entered the reincarnation long ago, but in order to help Cui Qinghe and avenge himself, they chose to join the dark valley, not only to become a force in it, but also to witness the death of those people with their own eyes .

However, due to the survival in the body of the monster raised by the darkest love in the world before joining the dark valley, they also have certain restrictions, that is, they cannot leave the dark valley.But now, the dark valley is broken, and they reappeared in the world, and the only way to go is to disperse their souls.

unless……

"Unless what? You should make it clear!"

Feng Jin heard only half of what King Ming said, and was extremely anxious.He wanted to help Cui Qinghe, although the other party had tied him up before, but he always felt that this person's experience was too pitiful, and that little Yanlang trusted others too much.Even if it's a king, he can't fully trust him.

Although he didn't know them at all, Feng Jin always felt that this story had a sense of deja vu.

King Ming paused, then let out a long sigh.

"Unless someone can successfully transform them before they disappear. However, if you want to transform yourself, why haven't you thought about it for more than 500 years? Now we only look at these souls, will they let go of the past because the enemy is dead? .”

How easy is it to let go?
But the enemies of these people have now been forced to blew themselves up to death, which can be regarded as a successful revenge in a certain sense.This can be regarded as the wish, right?
However, under the gazes of the crowd and the reciting voices of Buddhist cultivators in Western Buddhist countries, those dark souls did not intend to save at all, but were constantly struggling, and it seemed even more terrifying to describe.

"Whoa!"

Most of the shape of the dark valley could no longer hold on, and after the explosion, Cui Qinghe's figure was revealed.

He looked extremely embarrassed right now, with bloodstains all over his body, and scars everywhere on his exposed skin.Originally, his eyes looked a little hopeless, but when he saw those Jiangdong people who were constantly struggling, he trembled violently.

Why do you refuse to be saved?Those Buddhist cultivators in Western Buddhist countries can be regarded as good people. No matter what kind of merit and karma it is for, as long as they can save everyone in the end, so that everyone can go to reincarnation with peace of mind, isn’t it good?

Even if you won't be able to remember all the past, it's still a gift.

"You go! Go! Why don't you go, why don't you go?!"

Cui Qinghe kept waving his arms, trying to make these people follow the law of heaven and escape into reincarnation.However, those souls who were struggling endlessly in the halo of the world still refused in the end.

Not to mention how many tens of thousands of people they have here, those monks can't get over it at all, and more importantly, they don't want to forget.

How long can a person truly live according to his own wishes in his life?Most of the time, we are just carried forward by the torrent of the times.Maybe getting married, having children, or even studying and taking scientific exams are all getting used to the times around you.Then the only way to remember Xiao Yanlang is to really keep it in your heart, and you want to take action for it.

They don't want to forget.

Moreover, even if you can successfully reincarnate, will you be able to live well in your next life?What if life is not as good as this world?
Everyone was not moved by the voices of those chanting sutras.

Cui Qinghe shouted anxiously, but no one listened to him.Everyone is an equal family relationship, how could it be possible that just because he has a human form, everyone listens to him?

Chang Sheng, who had been standing frozen in place, clenched Du Xuanjin in his hand, and then looked at the sleeping little monk Huixing.

From the very beginning, Du Xuanjin had been feeling a vague pulling sensation, as if an invisible thread was entangled on the blade of the sword.And the silk thread is connected through Duxuanjin, one end is on Cui Qinghe and others, and the other end...

It's on Huixing.

Reminiscing that the remains of those local monks who didn't care about outside monks would react to the little monk Huixing, at this time, a bold speculation appeared in Changsheng's mind.

Back then, the people of Jiangdong handed over their corpses to the dark valley, and now all the spirits are here, and even the corpse of Steward Yan was later recovered by Cui Qinghe.However, there is another person who is not here.

Xiao Yanlang, Yan Ruoting.

He was the first to die and the cause of all this.But his soul is not here.Could it be that he has already been reincarnated?

Although the theory of reincarnation is illusory, Changsheng is very sure, because she can occasionally feel this kind of mysterious and mysterious realm.

And Ming An, who had been protecting his junior brother, also noticed Chang Sheng's gaze at this time, he paused, and then let go of his hand helplessly.

In fact, he didn't want to let go, but this matter must have an end.Now the younger brother has not recalled it yet, if one day recalls the past and knows that they have done nothing since then, they will definitely be sad.

Seeing Ming An let go of Hui Xing, Chang Sheng's guess was confirmed.Du Xuanjin moved slightly, and the golden thread flashed in Changsheng's eyes, tightly connecting the two parties who were unaware.

The next moment, Huixing's body slowly floated into the air after falling asleep, attracting everyone's attention.

"Isn't that the disciple of King Ming? What is he doing? No, he didn't fly by himself, he..."

Even Cui Qinghe, who was so painful that he was about to cry, noticed this. He stared at the little figure in a daze, unable to understand what happened for a while.

But at the next moment, with the slight rotation of Duxuanjin in Changsheng's hand, an illusory figure slowly emerged from the little monk Huixing with his eyes closed.

That figure slowly came out of the little monk Huixing's body, but the aura between the two was surprisingly similar.

It was a young man in a deep coat with wide sleeves and a simple jade crown on his head.

There are bandits and gentlemen, who are as eager as they are.

Zhilan Yushu, young master Pianpian...

These words seem to be born for this person, even if you haven't opened your eyes, you can already feel the meaning of a gentleman from him.

"You, this, this..."

Cui Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes wide, he couldn't believe what he saw, what was it!Who is that man standing in mid-air with his eyes closed so lifelike that he seems to be sleeping?
How many nights and days, he has seen this man's busy figure and gentle smile.Even if it turns into ashes, he can still find traces of this person!
Even though time flies and never returns, Cui Qinghe can recognize who this person is at the first sight of seeing that person.

grown ups……