I dare not be deeply in love, and I am afraid of a big dream.

She once smiled and said that if the love was not deep, how could it be called love? If it was a dream, she would rather never wake up.

As for the second half, she just smiled and shook her head, refusing to say it again.

Yesterday, the years of time remained there, but now the song ended and the people dispersed. The cold wind on the lake passed through the thatched cottage, blowing up the rustling partridges in front of the door, as if she was still there.

Chang Xi buried Ying Zhiyu in a flower valley in the medicine garden space, and there was a tombstone. There were clusters of green rhizomes hanging on the flower field beside the tomb.

He had already stopped his tears and looked at the flower buds that would soon usher in the blooming season, and his vision blurred again without realizing it.

He still didn't know what the flowers she loved were called.

Chang Xi sorted out her relics and when he got the integrated Yin-Yang Fish Talisman, his hand trembled slightly and gently placed it in front of the grave.

Xiaoyao, who was following him, had already cried into tears.

He sat next to the tombstone, took out the pottery trunk and placed it beside his mouth. He wet the trunk and blew it gently. The sound of the trunk was so touching that it made the listener cry.

Xiaoyao couldn't wipe away the tears in the corners of her eyes. In a daze, she seemed to see Sister Zhiyu's hazy figure floating down from the sky and gently hugged Chang Xi in her arms.

The paradise that had lost the support of the hostess' spiritual power was on the verge of collapse. The Cave Youmen tribe appeared and left. It was not until the white mist in front of the Ghost Gate that Chang Xi's figure walked out of it. Seeing that the white mist disappeared forever, Chang Xi stood there for a long time.

The people from the Dongyou tribe knew the news of the woman's death and were not impatient. Nearly two thousand people stood motionless in front of the gate of hell and observed silent observation.

After a long time, Chang Xi turned around and faced the small valley where the warship had been docked, soaring into the sky like thunder, and said sternly: "Go back to Luofeng Mountain!"

The warship set sail and headed straight for Luofeng City. After several days of heavy rushing, it stopped outside Luofeng City as usual, and the entire Dongyou army entered the city on foot.

Chang Xi, who was walking in the front, saw the figure of the monk who was disgusted by him from the crowd of people in the middle of the road. He immediately stopped and the entire Dongyou tribe stopped in a uniform manner as the black robe stopped.

Chang Xi strode towards the crowd on the street with extremely cold face, folded his hands and spread them out suddenly. The sticky energy surged like a tide. The crowd on both sides of the young monk in coarse cloth on the street was suddenly forced to be separated by invisible force a hundred feet away. Each step of the evil lines on his cheeks became even more serious.

The young monk clasped his hands together Amitabha Buddha and squinted his eyes and said aloud: "Congratulations on having already retrieved the second opportunity I gave you."

"You shouldn't treat her as a pawn!"

Responding to the young monk was a fist wrapped in a huge anger.

The young monk opened his squinting eyes suddenly, and his single palm met his fist. The bursting fist, which was even more powerful than the heavens, exploded. The building within a radius of hundreds of feet was shaken into powder, and the people on the entire wide street were instantly trapped in a hurricane and could not extricate themselves.

The city guards who came were struggling to move forward in the furious hurricane. They thought that some ignorant guy dared to openly disobey the iron rule, but when they arrived, they found that the thug who committed the crime in the street was the Palace Master Zhou Jueyin Tiangong who was given the title by Lord Ghost Emperor. Faced with such a hero who had just won the triumphant victory, they couldn't help but feel a little at a loss for a moment.

"Zhou Jueyin Tiangong is doing business, and the idle people are retreating!" Lin Changfeng and others obviously recognized who the monk was, but no matter what kind of kindness the monk had ever given to the adults, they stood firmly on the adults' side.

The young monk with a glazed color on his palm frowned and said, "Ying Zhiyu's fate is destined to be like this. The supernatural power of Yueyi in the blood of Ying is a necessary means for you to return to the world. Ying Zhiyu should have also told you about her wishes. You will get Yueyi first and help her realize her wishes later, perfectly conform to the ultimate principles of cause and effect reincarnation. Your fate should not be lost, so don't be blinded by the irrelevant love between men and women."

Chang Xi's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling golden light full of cruel smell, and countless fine golden scales emerged from the young monk's fist clenched by the five fingers of the young monk. The energy burst into pieces like an oil pan, breaking away from the monk's cage, and a hideous dragon claw pressed down again. The young monk with a solemn expression finally had to use his palms, and his simple clothes crackled, showing a golden and red cassock.

The true man's appearance was not revealed, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was forced out of his true form with one claw of Chang Xi.

The golden eyes were fierce and fierce vertical pupils that had never been seen before. Chang Xi broke the bottleneck of cultivation in one fell swoop and came directly to the late stage of the God Transformation Realm. He said word by word: "It's all about the way of heaven when you keep your mouth shut. Have you ever had your own way? The so-called powerful thoughts really make me feel disgusted. They all naturally think that the fate of those of us who have less cultivation than you can be played and manipulated by you at will, and then put on a high-sounding hat of heaven afterwards?"

"You can also make up your mind to use such a kind woman who cares about the fate of the two tribes? You have been practicing in front of the Buddha for countless years, and you are not worthy of calling out her name!"

A man who was truly like a Shura roared to the sky and roared a huge dragon roar, and defeated Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was respected by countless creatures in the Yellow Springs world with one claw. All the people who witnessed this scene had a ridiculous feeling that the sky had collapsed in their hearts.

The power of the domineering magical powers of the Dragon Clan King is undoubtedly revealed.

"It's not that you are just a mere Void Realm, but you won't die. If you hadn't been kind to me in the past, today I really want to see if it's your Buddhist supernatural powers or my dragon clan's power is even more powerful." Chang Xi, who was furious, suddenly thought of something and sneered: "Don't you think the entire Huangquan Realm should be under your calculations? Then did you calculate this when you gave me the Yangyu Talisman?"

Chang Xi, who was half human and half dragon, suddenly had a hideous and terrifying expression. He saw golden blood mist burst out all over his body, limbs and bones. The sounds of Zhoutian acupoints were as muffled as thunder and struck wood. His face was as miserable as gold paper, and he sprayed a mouthful of glass-colored blood.

He actually abolished the magical powers of the Ming King's Glazed Body!

The self-destruction of self-destruction is a inferior method with many disadvantages and even endless troubles. Generally, monks will only make this inferior policy only by survival and self-protection in desperate situations, otherwise they will never do such a foolish thing that is harmful without any benefit.

It can be seen that Chang Xi was so angry that he could not figure it out with common sense.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was forced to retreat a hundred feet apart by the golden dragon claws, looked at Chang Xi in disbelief. For many years, he had even forgotten what it felt like to be surprised and angry. When he saw the half-human and half-dragon man like Shura open his mouth and spit out a colorful relics in the palm of his hand, he felt even more heartbroken.

Why is he willing to give up?!

Chang Xi suddenly held his five fingers tightly, and he held the treasure in his palm that was regarded as the essence of Taoism by the Buddhists, into a pool of powder, and raised his hand and let the wind blow away.

Chang Xi, who could no longer maintain the half-dragon form, half kneeled on the ground, allowing the golden tears and blood at the corners of his eyes and mouth to drip like a trickle. He was miserable but laughed like a liberation, pointing to the sky: "Buddha is a false name, and the Tao is also established! From today on, I don't need anyone else to arrange for me! I will give you all the opportunities you gave me back then! My own destiny is not necessary for others to point fingers!"

Suddenly, dark clouds were covered with water, pouring rain. The man in black robe who was hoarse and was in a coma, kneeling in one knee in the rain, his body refused to fall like a stone, and his blood and tears fell to the ground like a spider web.

Chang Xi, who fainted, was sent to Luofeng Mountain by his anxious subordinates for a moment, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was lost in the wind and rain for the first time in a thousand years, was left.

The Bodhisattva, who was wrong every step, had a bitter face and closed his eyes in pain. He suddenly remembered that the unparalleled woman named Ying once said something to him.
Chapter completed!