The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 328 But what is fate? !

Insights about life and death?

Hearing this, the Buddha unconsciously turned his head and looked at Song Lanyi.

There was a sudden thumping sound from Song Lanyi's chest.

This heartbeat was like thunder, and it seemed to have a magical power, which almost instantly caught the attention of everyone on the Huangquan River and even on the river bank.

The nature of Dayan Taoism enables her to reverse life and death to a certain extent.

The white bones turned into a throne that held up to the sky, and the water pattern flowed against the current. Dayan pointed out with one finger, but the white bones suddenly burst into vitality.

On the contrary, the dead energy on the bones also dissipated a lot.

In this underworld where black and white are distinct, turbid, yellow and blood-red are intertwined, a touch of green suddenly appears.

This green color represents hope and vitality. Similarly, it also represents Song Lanyi's heart.

On the road to Huangquan against the current, she stepped across the green vines and laughed loudly, "The world is not black and white. Similarly, life and death can also be transformed to a certain extent. Even at the last moment of fate, I always believe that , there will still be a glimmer of life."

After the words fell, she took another sudden step forward.

The air around her seemed to be vibrating faintly.

The monk was shocked when he heard it, and he found out with horror that he actually began to agree with Song Lanyi's words.

I saw Song Lanyi crossing his side, passing him with a slight smile, and walking towards the next unknown...the third hurdle.

The armored general on the shore hadn't recovered from the plausible words, and hadn't had time to praise Song Lanyi's open-mindedness and optimism. Seeing that she was still ready to move forward, he couldn't help screaming:
"No! Stop it! There is a big horror on the third hurdle on the Huangquan River! Don't go there!"

When they said this, they might have a little love for talents, but more... they were afraid that Song Lanyi would fall, and Lord Su would take revenge on them.

You know... this guy has never been a good person.

However, such a voice only made Song Lanyi pause.

Immediately, she continued to walk forward firmly.

she left.

Not far behind, the Buddha's face showed some hesitation.

The third hurdle... Even he is not fully sure.

Where did this human girl get her confidence?

The waves of Huangquan water are rolling, the waves are tens of feet high, and there is a feeling of almost drowning people.

Enduring the pain of tempering his body, Song Lanyi suddenly saw pictures one after another.

This picture flashed quickly in her mind.

Ninth World: The dream butterfly dances wildly in the dream, like a majestic lavender spectacle.

On his deathbed, the dreamer sealed himself in the coffin and sank into a dream, a dream for 3000 years.

In countless sleeping dreams, she murmured two words: "Fate."

The eighth generation: A generation of Fengdu emperors, relying on the weakest sea snake bloodline, all the way to evolve into a creation dragon, with a bloodline that is invincible, a generation of Fengdu emperors, control the order of the underworld, between life and death, control the future and the past.

But it was such a hero who sealed himself when he was dying, waiting for the appearance of Song Lanyi, the tenth Dao fruit.

When she was silent, watching the underworld system collapse and decay, she could only look up to the sky and sigh—fate.

Seventh world...

What Song Lanyi didn't expect was that the image of the seventh world in his mind was actually the man in the blood jade mask who was fighting against the gods.

One finger of hers can subvert the heavens, overturn the rivers and seas, and subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Even so, she finally fell to the sand, leaving only the mask, finger bones and blood and tears.

Before returning to Ning, she dipped her phalanx into blood and wrote two characters - "fate".

Other than that... what about the sixth, seventh, and eighth worlds...

Song Lanyi suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a great panic.

As strong as the previous life, in the end, in the face of "fate", he could only lose.

So... what about her?
Can she escape the prison of fate again?

At this moment, Song Lanyi suddenly felt as if he had been caught in a big net, and the big net was intertwined into a huge white cocoon, and finally bound himself in the cocoon, trapped to death in the arrangement of fate.

The threads of the cocoons and pupae are the "threads of fate".

In the ear, there seemed to be a magical whisper:
"Give up. This is the arrangement of fate. Just like birds flapping their wings in the wind, beasts fighting among fools, and plants withering in the years, these... are all fates that cannot be reversed..."

"A person's life is just so sad and unbearable. The years that pass by in a hurry, and finally included, are just from birth to death. Death is an inevitable festival. It's better to go back... It's better to go back..."

On the surface of Song Lanyi, the cocoon chrysalis seemed to expand several times with that murmur.

In the space between the two banks, apart from the sound of the rolling waves, more and more people were attracted to the shore, and the voices of people gradually became noisy.

"Hundreds of years, I have forgotten who was the last person who walked to the third hurdle of Huangquan Road..." Someone on the shore couldn't help but sigh.

"Having said that, judging from the current situation... I am afraid that this woman will not escape the end of death. If the Huangquan River is so easy to cross, why have so many people heard about it for thousands of years? Change?"

While the crowd was discussing, Mr. Su, who was leaning on the mottled wall, held the white bone flute tightly in his hand, and slowly straightened up.

Her face has no facial features, but at this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came out, "The third hurdle, ask about fate."

The old man with a rosy nose glanced at her, slightly surprised, "Su Nu, this doesn't look like your character. How could you speak for a human race?"

Master Su glanced at the old man, but didn't say a word, that faceless face was always facing Song Lanyi's direction tightly.

It's like... a pair of eyes watching the wanderer in the distance.

At this moment, Song Lanyi, who was trapped in the cocoon, suddenly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were full of struggles, and that blood jade mask appeared on her face at some point.

From the gap in the mask, the whites of the eyes exposed were bloodshot from struggling.

Her eyes seemed to be confused and crazy, as if the next moment, she would walk into the abyss of destruction.

She seemed to feel something, and murmured in a low voice:
"Birds have wings, and it is their destiny to fly; beasts have power but no wisdom, so struggling in ignorance is their destiny; vegetation will only take root and sprout under the precipitation of years, but wither and grow old in the passing of years Going is also their fate."

"what about me?"

"Should I believe that life is a journey from birth to death; I should believe that in a person's life, he should accept the departure of one loved one by one; practice; should I just go with the flow and let fate drive me forward?"

　Chapter 1 Ha, there will be more later.

　　This afternoon I learned to dance square dance with the square dance auntie, it was so fun hahahahaha
　　
　
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