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

Chapter 329 Life Cultivation!

"But...but why?!"

Song Lanyi's eyes suddenly became crazily determined.

"Just because of fate?! Hahaha, just because of this damn fate?!"

"When I came to this world, did fate ever ask me about my wishes? It gave me opportunities, talents, life experience and people I cherish. Should I just obey fate, obey the arrangement, and let all these go away from me? ?"

After finishing speaking, Song Lan's clothes and black hair fell loose, and she looked like a madman, and punched the cocoon that restrained her.

After the punch was thrown out, there were fist marks like a storm.

She described it as crazy, and with the killing intent and violence surging in her heart, it seemed that there was really bright red blood flowing in the blood jade mask on Song Lanyi's face, giving her a ghostly feeling.

With the growth of this hostility, the color of the blood jade mask is like the blood of pigeons that have been played with all the year round.

It was dark red as if it was about to bleed.

At this time, the dark voice reappeared, as if bewitching.

"Why do you have to struggle again? Throughout the ages, people in the world have been like this. Even saints can't escape their fate."

"You have learned a lot, but you haven't walked out of your own way. The predecessors were not able to break free from fate. Why do you, a descendant who followed the path of the predecessors, dare to say that you can get rid of fate, or even disdain fate? "

At the end, that ethereal voice was full of disdain.

Hearing this sentence, Song Lanyi suddenly stopped moving.

She raised her head, looking into the distance as if through something.

At this moment, many faces appeared in front of her eyes.

Dream Lord, Dragon Lord, Blood Jade Masked Man...

Medicine Sage, Hundred Flowers Sage, Pu Sage, Mo Sage...

Until the end, these figures turned into the figure of one person.

This person was tall and tall, with beards on his face and deep pupils. He obviously looked like a child who could cry fiercely, but when he looked at her, he had a gentle face.

father.

Song Lanyi opened his mouth, wanting to pronounce the word.

But because of the excessive force before, the internal organs were injured, and he could only spit out a mouthful of blood.

Song Hanhai seemed to have sensed something, came to Song Lanyi, bent down slightly, and gently embraced her in his arms.

He looked straight into Song Lanyi's eyes, smiled peacefully, "Yiyi, go forward boldly. Father will always be proud of you, no matter what the future is, you will always be my daughter and your mother's."

Song Lanyi's nose was sour, and her eyes were slightly moist.

She hugged Song Hanhai vigorously, but the moment her outstretched hand touched Song Hanhai, that figure shattered like a dream bubble one by one.

But Song Lanyi was not depressed.

She just felt heavy in her heart, it was not a burden, but an entrustment of love.

She took the initiative to take off the blood jade mask on her face.

The mask turned into flowing water, melted into her flesh, and disappeared.

Seeing Song Lanyi's brows and eyes, the confusion disappeared, and the young girl's unique vitality and self-sacrifice once again appeared in his glances.

Through the white cocoon of fate, she looked at the other side of Huangquan, the other side that no one has ever set foot on.

She slowly opened her mouth, "There are three thousand ways of cultivation, and each of them practices different ways. The human race respects Confucianism and Taoism, but at the same time there are magic ways, ink ways, legalism, medicine ways, medicine ways, etc...among them, it's not counted. The cultivation ways of the various bloodlines of the monster clan, the secret arts of Buddhism and Taoism, etc."

"For the first time in the way of cultivation, I was fortunate to have the opportunity, relying on your teachers and fate, to be able to read and understand the truth from the smallest things, and see the nature clearly."

“Among the people I met along the way, some practiced for longevity;

"Then what I'm asking for...what exactly?"

In the midst of hardships, Song Lanyi only felt that there seemed to be a flash of light in his bewildered mind.

Like a thunderbolt in the dark night.

In an instant, that foolish state was broken.

Song Lanyi's eyes gradually brightened, and his speech became faster and faster:

"I don't practice the Tao, I don't practice Buddhism, I don't practice faith, and I don't recite incense. If I want to cultivate, I only cultivate my own body. I want to break through fate, and I want to cultivate—fate!"

Cultivate life!

As a mortal, fight against fate.

Even if you are worthless, you must point your sword at the sun and the moon.

Cultivate life!

This idea is a little green, without a program, not even a prototype.

But for Song Lanyi, this is the first and only light in the boundless darkness.

But it was precisely this sentence that, at the moment of saying it, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky above Huangquan in the underworld.

The ghosts along the coast were stunned.

In an instant, it was almost a mess.

The thing of thunder, for Yin spirits, is inherently extremely deterrent.

Even the armored generals couldn't help showing a hint of panic when they saw the rolling thunderclouds, and subconsciously backed away.

However, amidst the desperately retreating crowd, the plain girl and the old man with the rosacea nose did not retreat but advanced, and came to the edge of the thunder cloud.

She glanced back, stretched out her pale and slender wrist silently, and quickly drew a few runes in mid-air to prevent the thunder from spilling into the ghosts on the edge, causing casualties.

At this moment, in the Huangquan Road on the third hurdle, the cocoon that trapped Song Lanyi suddenly trembled.

PS: I have to think about tomorrow's plot, today is like this for the time being, bye~ ok~
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