Fu Canglu

Chapter 440 Regret
The hand that His Royal Highness pressed on the forehead of the Lord of Yincheng only needs a slight burst of energy to shake this No. 1 little wisp of soul in the world.

The so-called No. 1 cultivation base in the world, who came to the world of immortal steles with a "great imaginary appearance", is still in the realm of the Purple Mansion in the final analysis.

If he came to the Purple Mansion with a complete soul, it might be a different scene.

The Lord of Yincheng's teeth had already been knocked out, his mouth was dripping with blood, he was unable to speak, his throat was making noise, and he looked extremely bleak.

Yi Xiao was not in a hurry to take the soul of the Lord of Yincheng.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Through a piece of skin, His Highness sensed that there seemed to be a second layer under the middle-aged man's skin under his hands.

Is it... the second layer of human face?

Yi Xiao was a little bewildered, with a calm expression on his face.

The Lord of Yincheng seemed to have sensed something, and his mind trembled crazily.

The green ghost puppet master, who was far away from the fairy monument, frowned under the mask, and seemed to be a little hesitant.

And farther away, thousands of miles away, is the Silver City of the Northland.

The deity's voice spanned Taixu, and said softly: "Abandoned."

His Highness raised his hands suddenly, and landed on the middle-aged man's face. He pulled his hands to one side, trying to tear off the real face of this shameful old ghost.

With a bang.

The big black coat suddenly swelled, and exploded in the next moment. The wind and snow filled the sky like a knife like a sword, and the splash was like foam.

The lower hall was expressionless, looking at the place where the soul exploded, and at this moment, the sky was full of wind and snow following him.

Yi Xiao stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

Clenched palms together.

The heavy snow that was blown up one after another was tightly held by the invisible palm of the little highness, and shrank in an instant, turning into a subtle and invisible "origin".

Yi Xiao raised his head and glanced at the "Darong Temple" that was collapsing everywhere.

His face was dull and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

When he landed on the tiptoes, the lotus plants, the dragons and the snakes, slowly returned to silence, and the lotus clothes recovered from the drumming.

Yi Xiao walked to Qingshi's side, looked at the immature little monk covered in blood, and said softly, "Monk."

Yangguan Valley, Darong Temple.

Meeting at the beginning of 16 years, various encounters, now the old man is Ksitigarbha.

The reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, whose Dao heart was split and repaired [-]% of the time, grinned and said softly: "It's okay, I can't die."

The soul was wounded, and the Dao heart was split.

The little Highness lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Do you really think of yourself as a living Bodhisattva with great supernatural powers? Do you think that you can go up to the world and be omnipotent? You must show your strength at the Taoist altar and fight Ye Shisan, saying, Have you already guessed that today will come?"

Qingshi didn't speak, just grinned foolishly.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

"When did you know that the immortal stele is a game?"

Qingshi coughed slightly, fell to the ground, had nothing to support, covered his chest with difficulty, and said with a difficult smile: "Ye Shisan is not a good person, but he is not bad either. Xinxiang told me the truth. If I sell some blood, I can lure that unspeakable devil into karma, and it is worth it."

His Highness clenched his fist slightly, and said softly: "Bring Houqing into the stele, you... may die."

That ancient patriarch of the demon way was so cunning that it was directly proportional to his cultivation. Even if the Qingshi Dao heart was broken and his soul was seriously injured, he would not be greedy for that small sliver of Earth Tibet's soul.

The more daring you are, the more timid you are.

The soul of the City Lord of Yincheng had already been buried here, and when His Highness confronted the City Lord, he was already waiting.

And after waiting for a long time, I never got Houqing's soul.

When he hadn't shown himself, Qingshi, whose Dao heart had been broken, was almost a treasure that everyone was jealous of. With it, he could manipulate the spirit of Jizo on the immortal stele, and even open the Jizo dojo of ghosts.

And after he showed up, Houqing could also form a formation with that Yincheng city lord to fight more and less, forcibly abduct the soul, and seize this heaven-defying good fortune.

Really cautious to the extreme.

Live too long.

So afraid of death.

Not only afraid of death, but also afraid of the reenactment of the painful days in the gate of hell.

That is a kind of life is worse than death.

Therefore, Houqing must ensure [-]% success.

Qingshi gambled with half his life, and he didn't get that old and cunning Houqing to enter his illusion. He didn't show any disappointment, and shook his head with a smile: "It's a pity."

Yi Xiao couldn't imagine what it would be like if that Hou Qing was a little more courageous.

He patted the monk on the shoulder: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"afraid."

"Scared to death."

Qingshi smiled and said: "Master is so afraid of death, I am also afraid. I am afraid that there are some things that I can't finish before I die."

Qingshi, who looked like a little novice, said seriously: "Not one of those things in the ghost gate dojo can be left behind."

He was in some pain, grinning his teeth, his delicate brows and eyes were slightly ferocious.

Trying to squeeze out a smile, he patted the shoulder of the little Highness, and said with a smile: "Isn't there still you?"

His Highness was silent.

"Don't play like this next time, something will happen."

Yi Xiao said seriously: "Stay here and don't move."

Qingshi nodded and said with a difficult smile: "Where are you going?"

"Houqing...should have gone to another illusion of the fairy stele." Yi Xiao said calmly, "I want to find another person's illusion. If he is unfortunately met by me in the Purple Mansion, then This farce in the South China Sea...is about to end."

Qingshi said with emotion: "Tsk tsk, No. 1 in Zifu, mighty and domineering."

……

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In the illusion of Great General Jane.

An uninvited guest came here early.

Hou Qing ignored what happened in the most important illusion of "Darong Temple".

He thought it was a game from the bottom of his heart.

The ban in the South China Sea is so easy to solve?So many practitioners stepped into the stele for no reason, and they happened to be just after breaking the ban?
It all happened by coincidence.

He even thinks that the Lord of Yincheng who let him out with "good intentions" may have blended with each other in his bones even though his body inhabits the soul of Taixu who intersects with him in the ghost gate, and has become a human practice. A member of those who came here deliberately to lure himself into the Bluestone Illusion.

Even if the Lord of Yincheng didn't take the lead, he would never step into the Bluestone Illusion.

It's just acting.

After living under the seal of the eight or nine immortals of the ghost gate for an unknown period of time, Hou Qing has already become familiar with countless faces of himself.

Sincere, hypocritical, evil, righteous.

Just choose the time to take it.

Outside the immortal stele, show the enemy weak.

He has been waiting for himself to really enter this stele, even though he can't wait in his heart, he has to pretend to be calm and act like a greedy person, so that at the last moment, he seems to be unable to restrain his greed and lose his mind. Only then stepped into the immortal stele and rushed towards the bluestone Bodhisattva.

At this moment, Hou Qing looked at this interesting human practitioner with great interest.

"Jian Zhaoxin?"

Master Jian is the fourth general of Qiliang. Among the practitioners of the Immortal Monument, he is not considered to be at the top level, but he is not weak in terms of aptitude and soul.

How could such a man have such a fragile heart?

Houqing's soul is scattered in many illusions of the immortal stele, and it only takes one thought to capture the souls of those young people with weak Taoist hearts.

The patriarch of the demonic way was not in a hurry to act.

He looked indifferently at the great general Jane who drew his sword in a fit of anger, and rushed towards his beloved woman.

This magic master seemed to have touched a certain string in his heart.

The stinging soul penetrated into the body of Great General Jian in an instant.

The tip of the sword touched Qing Shui's neck.

The man holding the sword suddenly didn't move, his body stiffened for a moment.

The woman bit her lip stubbornly and said nothing.

"Clear water."

"Great General Jane" said the name slowly.

With a slow sense of nostalgia.

Qing Shui was a little perplexed, looking at the man in front of him who was slowly withdrawing his sword.

If she just noticed that Brother Jian in front of her was different from the one she knew before, now she really felt a sense of strangeness.

"Master Jian" read out the word "Qing Shui".

His fascination is like flying catkins, echoing back to the ancient times, that turbulent era, the gods fight, the devil is the Buddha, and the practitioners can cultivate great supernatural powers. Where can there be peace in the world?

A long, long time ago, before he practiced magic, he seemed to have known a woman.

That woman's name, coincidentally, unfortunately, is also Qing Shui.

Whether it is my aptitude or understanding, I am much stronger than the owner of this body right now.

After stepping on the demon path, he personally killed that woman named Qing Shui.

Then the heart is as dead ashes, killing people is like drinking water, and the progress of practice is extremely fast, because the heart will never soften again.

Cultivating demons is a road of no return, Hou Qing finds it interesting and ridiculous.

He doesn't know what compassion is, what compassion is, what it is to have the world in his heart, and what it is to save all living beings.

He didn't even know that he was alive, if one day it wasn't for killing people, what was it for?
After becoming truly unspeakable, everything seems dull and tasteless.

Those gods, Buddhas, great sages of the monster race, Taoist ancestors and Confucian saints, in their own eyes, are hypocrites who deceive others and themselves.

Where is the true compassion, the true great kindness?

Don't you still want to prove longevity, ask God for a good fate, and give yourself a chance to survive the catastrophe?
Hou Qing heard from Tai Xuxiang that there are rivers and lakes in the world now.

The word "jianghu" is much more interesting than fighting with gods back then.

Houqing also heard that people in the world do not ask for much.

One is to wear a knife and a sword.

The second is to live forever.

What a fragile weapon is the sword?
It is a big joke to grow old forever.

These cultivators only have a lifespan of a hundred years, not as good as ants, and their white heads are only a flick of a finger.

After Hou Qing stepped into the immortal stele, countless points were separated from his soul.

He saw the things that he regretted back then in the illusion of countless people.

Beg for a knife, beg for a sword, beg for someone to rub their temples together until the head turns white.

He still doesn't know the world.

But he thought about it, what if he hadn't killed that woman named Qing Shui a long, long time ago?

Maybe I will die in that era.

But it's different now.

Hou Qing slowly retracted the sword.

He touched his strange face. For so many years, he had forgotten what he looked like, what he looked like... It shouldn't matter anymore.

He raised his head and looked at the dome.

On the top of the dome is his own stele.

This stele can make people go back to the time when they regretted it.

Hou Qing never knew what regret was.

He suddenly touched his chest lightly, and through the man's spirit, he sensed this strange feeling.

Like something important has been taken away.

I wanted to pull it back, but I knew it was impossible.

It turns out... this is regret.

(End of this chapter)