"Then after taking away the half-soul with the Formless Causality Cauldron, they will also chant Amitabha, wishing your mother to reach bliss early and give birth to a good pregnancy in the next life."
"Hahahahaha...they actually wished us early bliss and a good birth in the next life!!"
"But we don't want to go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss at all, let alone reincarnate. I just want this dirty world to be destroyed forever, forever and ever."
Jing Yuan's body slowly knelt down.
He covered his head with his hands, and muttered hissingly: "Impossible... It's not true, are you lying to me?"
An Yeyi restrained the smile on his face, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't believe me, you can ask your good senior brother, Zen Master Shanhui. He took away the half-world-destroyer soul in your mother back then. We arrived At that time, your mother was already dead, and it was your father who saved his breath and told us this, and begged us to go to the cave of thousands of people to save you."
Jingyuan's red eyes looked at Shanhui who was lying on the ground.
In the sword array, Ci'en withdrew to block the sword, and the [Nine Turns Du'er Dan] he had taken before began to bite back,
At this time, Shanhui has already exhaled more air than inhaled, and the pupils of her eyes have begun to slacken.
Jing Yuan grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and asked word by word: "Is what Fen Tian and the others said true?!"
Shanhui opened her eyes in a daze, her lips moved, and she called softly, "Little brother..."
"Don't call me Junior Brother!!" Jing Yuan growled hoarsely, "Tell me, is what they said true?!"
"Amitabha."
The voice of Ci'en came at this moment.
His expression was still peaceful, as if what An Ye One and An Ye Three had just told hadn't affected him in any way.
He looked down at Jing Yuan, and said slowly: "Jing Yuan, you were sent to the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, Wu Che could have ignored you, but he still went to all the ghost markets in Xiuxian Continent, and found you from the vast crowd. Come out. For you, his cultivation base was greatly damaged, and he was no longer destined for the position of Immortal Emperor. For you, he destroyed all the ghost markets and ten thousand caves on Xiuxian Continent. Do you remember all the kindness he has done to you?"
Jing Yuan's hand clutching Shanhui's skirt made a clicking sound.
Hot tears flowed from the red eyes, mixed with blood, like tears of blood: "So, what they said is true, my mother is the host of the world of mortals, and my father died in your hands? And I actually recognized the thief as my father, and my enemy as my benefactor, for a thousand years?!"
Ci'en: "Amitabha, Jingyuan, you have practiced in the Great Compassion Temple for so long, why you still don't understand. Great compassion brings happiness to all sentient beings, great compassion removes suffering from all sentient beings. What we practitioners see is not the joy and suffering of one person. It is the rise and fall of all living beings in the three realms. The sacrifice of the human body is worth it!"
Jing Yuan stood up suddenly, the scimitar in his hand suddenly became bigger, and slashed at Ci'en fiercely.
This attack seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, including all the hatred, anger and despair he had accumulated at this moment.
The pillars of the main hall wailed in pain and completely collapsed.
Immortal Venerable's full blow is no joke.
However, there was no panic on Ci'en's face.
He took a step forward, and a lingering black mist appeared around him.
The next moment, his figure disappeared in place and appeared in front of Jing Yuan.