Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 151 Returning the Spirit Stone

"It was you who told me that there is a pure land in this world. All spiritual plants living on it can live and work in peace and contentment. It is not anyone's slaughterhouse. You said it! You said that we can also find a piece of pure land! How can you break your promise! How can you break your promise!"

The voice was almost crying, and Yang Yin spit out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his eyes, and for some reason, a tear fell from his eyes.

"I...I'm not a monk...you've got the wrong person!"

"I admit the wrong person? The person who gave me hope, I will never forget it forever! I will never forget it!"

The sea of ​​blood shook, Yang Yin's body swayed, and a spray of blood enveloped him. Yu Lan thought he was going to die, but the black figure remained motionless.

The blood flower quickly flew away from Yang Yin and sank into the huge corpse.

A silence.

Yang Yin's eyes were in a trance.

"The lay monk feels inexplicably familiar. He has never been here before, and he is only over a hundred years old this year. He is very young, but it seems that he came here thousands of years ago, and imagined the future with the bones in front of him."

Yu Lan was almost bewildered.

In the light curtain, Yang Yin seemed to be exhausted at last, kneeling in the sea of ​​blood.

The huge corpse shed tears of blood, "What a clean face! What a self-sacrificing man! You can save him but not me! You can save him but not me!"

Yu Lan could easily see that the huge corpse must have learned something from Yang Yin just now.

Getting rid of the sense of familiarity just now, Yang Yin knelt on the spot in a daze, he knelt in front of the bones.

The huge corpse was half submerged in the sea of ​​blood, its empty eye sockets were facing Yang Yin, and its voice was also empty.

"Little monk, what do you want to say to me?"

"I... I don't know... I don't understand..."

The huge corpse said softly, "You said that monsters don't need to be skinned and dismantled, and you said that the Pure Land can exist anywhere if you want it."

Yang Yin was inexplicably sad, and subconsciously shook his head, "I...how could I have said that!"

He definitely can't do this kind of thing!

He is only over a hundred years old this year, and he behaves tactfully. At home, he walks in the streets and alleys. He is ignorant and incompetent.

He has accomplished nothing, not even a Buddhist cultivator, so how could he be the person he said!
The huge corpse asked softly, "Where is the difference between me and him?"

Yang Yin looked at him in a daze.

"Isn't the confidant feeling at that time true?"

Yang Yin collapsed, "I really don't know what you are talking about!"

The huge corpse was silent.

Yang Yin hesitated again, "I...maybe there is some misunderstanding in this."

But the huge corpse said, "I understand, the Buddha also has to choose. No matter whether you promise sooner or later, the person in the same world as you, you always have to cross first. My soul in a secret realm is nothing."

"No wonder you cross him but not me."

Yang Yin was confused.

The huge corpse gradually sank into the sea of ​​blood, and he couldn't help sighing, "That's all."

The blood rained from the sky.

"Seeing that the sincerity at that time was true, and the things we imagined were mutual confidants, I don't want to worry about anything anymore, so you can go and rescue your people."

The sea of ​​blood submerged half of Yang Yin's body, and he saw the bones sinking lower and lower, sinking lower and lower, half of his eye sockets were drowned.

Yu Lan saw the black shadow clenched her fists.

It tensed up?

Why?

Isn't this nothing?No one has to worry about getting hurt, that powerful being is also easy to speak, not evil.

But Mu Anran clenched his fists tightly and stared at Yang Yin.

The black figure read slowly, "The lay cultivator didn't know why, but he felt a sense of sadness lingering in his heart. He watched the bones sink, and with the pain of bruises all over his body, he watched the bones disappear before his eyes without moving."

Who did the bones think he was?Did he admit it wrong, or... was that his past life?

For some reason, the lay monk thought of the latter.

But... this is too ridiculous!
The pain blurred his sense of pain, making him ignore whether his brain was hurting or his heart hurting, and confused his truest thoughts.

Anyway, his whole body was in pain, wouldn't it be nice for a person who wanted to kill him to let him go lightly like this?
When he leaves completely, he will leave this place immediately, heal his wounds well, and continue to be a son of a family of cockfighting and dogfighting!

The layman thought so.

Mu Anran silently recited all the words at that time.

But it shouldn't be like this.

With her appearance, things should not continue to remain the same.

Yang Yin can leave regrets in the text, that is a dramatic conflict.

But there should be no regrets in front of her eyes.

In the text, Yang Yin was terrified of the corpse.

But now?
Did he feel nothing but fear?
The eye sockets are gradually sinking into the sea of ​​blood, Yang Yin doesn't know why the sea of ​​blood seems endless.

He watched all this sadly, and something flashed in his heart.

What used to be a happy conversation, as time goes by, is nothing.

"The Buddha also has to choose?"

Mu Anran finally couldn't help but speak out, emphasizing this sentence.

Yang Yin opened his eyes sharply.

He didn't have time to think, but it seemed that the soul was driving the body, he didn't know why he did this, he didn't know anything, he just stood up abruptly and stretched out his hand.

"Heiyuan! Wait for me! I will fulfill my promise! That is not empty talk! You were also abandoned because you are in a secret realm!"

A meal of bones.

Then a sigh came from the sea of ​​blood, "Rong Jing, I believe you for the last time, I'm about to collapse."

The bones sank completely into the sea of ​​blood.

Yang Yin was paralyzed in the sea of ​​blood, his head was buzzing, but it seemed that a layer of fog that could not be seen clearly had been cleared away.

He seemed to have done something that he would not have done otherwise, but that was his original regret.

Regret seems to be thousands of years old, and guilt is infinite.

But in an instant, the fog was covered again, and Yang Yin was extremely confused again.

Only then did he feel exhausted, he couldn't remember anything, and he turned his head back and passed out.

The light curtain disappears.

Yang Yin fell from the darkness with his back, and was caught by a black shadow.

Yang Yin still had the last sliver of consciousness, looked at the dark black figure in confusion and asked, "Who am I?"

Then passed out completely.

I don't know what evening it is.

Bai Xiaosheng put Yang Yin down and let him lie flat on the ground.

"The plot can be rewritten." It stood upright.

Yu Lan seemed to see a line drawn from Yang Yin's body in its hand.

In the darkness, the slender black figure turned around and faced Yu Lan's direction.

Yu Lan's hair stood on end, her phoenix eyes wide open.

"Fate can also be rewritten."

"..."

Yu Lan suddenly understood.

It knows.

It has always known.

It knows she's here!
But Yu Lan calmed down again, she looked at Bai Xiaosheng quietly.

"what do you want?"

It keeps getting closer to her.

There is something about her that makes her want to.

It knows everything, so does it know her space?

In the darkness, Bai Xiaosheng stretched out his hand, staring at her with dark eyes.

"Return the spirit stone."

"..."

(End of this chapter)