"And that day is not far away!"
While Ci'en was laughing, her figure began to fade, as if she had become transparent.
The sword in An Ye's hand stabbed at him fiercely, but the stab missed, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
Ci'en didn't even look at him, but stared straight at Luo Yunxiao: "How is your fusion with the half-soul that destroys the world in your body? The feeling of seeing your consciousness and soul being swallowed is very uncomfortable. All right?"
"Hahahaha, the day I've been waiting for is not far away... not far away!"
Ci'en's figure completely dissipated with that hysterical laughter.
Shanhui on the ground finally swallowed her last breath.
When he died, he was still looking in the direction of Jing Yuan, and a line of blood and tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.
But whether it was unwillingness or remorse, no one can know anymore.
Fen Tian's people thumped the pillar bitterly, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.
After this battle, the Great Compassion Temple is basically on the verge of dying out.
Bodhi, Shanhui, and Wuche were dead, and all eminent monks above the immortal king were killed.
Jing Yuan and Dabei Temple turned against each other.
Only Mercy is nothing but a selfish and heartless villain.
The Great Compassion Temple, which has been prosperous for thousands of years, has no room to stand up from now on.
Laughing and laughing, Fen Tian's people started to cry.
They squatted down or curled up, letting tears flow on their faces.
Dabei Temple is destroyed.
But their lives were also ruined.
The pain and suffering they have suffered in the past will not disappear.
…
Luo Yunxiao withdrew the long sword indifferently, as if everything that happened before him and the sorrow of the people in Fentian had nothing to do with him.
However, when he turned around and saw Muyan's dazed expression, he couldn't help frowning.
But, before he stepped forward to ask, Di Ming Jue has already turned around and hugged the girl into his arms, "Yan Yan, what's wrong?"
Muyan raised her head, looked at Di Ming Jue, then at Luo Yunxiao, and murmured: "Did you hear the singing?"
"Singing? What singing?"
Muyan suddenly covered her ears, her body bent in pain.
There seemed to be a whisper in his mouth unconsciously.
The gods have disappeared, the demons have perished, and Dongming's vast bones are withered.
The way of heaven is chaotic, the floating life is exhausted, and the nine secluded yellow springs have a thousand calamities.
There are three thousand circles of hatred in the clouds, and the world of mortals will die for thousands of years.
…
Luo Yunxiao's pupils suddenly shrank.
In the space of Tianmoqin, Qihuang tightly curled up his body into a ball.
If the sky abandons me, the sky can also deceive me.
If the world abandons me, the world will be killed.
All gods and Buddhas, listen to my words.
Long ancient times, karma and evil fate.
Reincarnation in previous lives, this hatred will never die.
…
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Muyan felt that she seemed to have had a long, long dream.
When she woke up, she couldn't remember what happened in the dream.
I just remember the distant and sad song echoing in my ears.
"Mother! Mother, are you okay?"
Muyan opened her eyes, and saw Xiaobao whose eyes were red with worry, and showed a smile.
She reached out and touched the little guy's head, "Don't worry, mother is fine, she's just too tired, so she had a good night's sleep."
This is not a lie.
Although she kept hearing singing in her dream, it made her feel very sad.
But after waking up, I felt refreshed all over, as if the fatigue and pain of the past few days had disappeared without a trace in one night.
Seeing that her cheeks were rosy and her complexion was very good, Xiaobao believed that her mother really just fell asleep.
The worry between his brows dissipated, revealing a faint smile.