The increase in quantity wasn't a superficial change such as "more quantity" or "faster speed". Instead, it was a kind of metamorphosis, like a worm breaking out of a cocoon and embracing the world in a brand new way.
Yan Li was thinking further. It had nothing to do with the present, which was a bad habit of his. The more he was at the critical moment of life and death, the easier it was for him to be distracted.
At this moment, he was thinking about the metamorphosis of the Worship Heaven disciples. If this kind of metamorphosis was like a cultivator breaking through the realm, wouldn't it become more and more terrifying in the future with its undying characteristic?
His original plan was to let Yanshan Robber gain a beautiful resume. But he didn't expect that he would provoke a group of undying monsters. In conclusion, the loss outweighed the gain.
Things in this world were always like this. If you wanted to take care of everything, you couldn't achieve anything. If you wanted to achieve something, you had to give up something.
Every part of his body was suddenly torn apart by an extremely violent force as if it was about to burst open.
He was shocked. In his Divine Thought, he found that the fission force, which originally lacked any change, had turned into an existence like the Law Domain that covered the entire valley.
Puppet Zhang Yaoyang was torn to pieces before it could accomplish anything. He was at the upper level of Enlightenment, and his body had reached the peak of a cultivator's toughness. But he couldn't resist it for a while.
Yan Li's Demon Body was also more solid, so he didn't shatter at the first moment. His first thought was naturally to flee backwards.
"Yan Li, save me!"
The soul silk cocoon was quickly peeled off, breaking layer by layer. The demonic power was about to touch the pitiful little girl at the core. Only at this moment did the helplessness and fear on her face become a little more real.
For such a young life, death was such a heavy word.
Save her?
Yan Li didn't hesitate to turn around and rush out of the valley with her in his arms.
Yue-er was shocked for a moment. But she quickly realized that he still needed her. Otherwise, he would want her to die. Thinking of this, she felt at ease. She sneered, "If you don't run faster, you won't get the secret if I die!"
Yan Li pursed his lips and didn't say anything. He just ran away like an ant under the feet of a giant. He had seen many Multiplication Techniques, but Vulture's was the best. It was so powerful that no one knew where to start. No matter how clever or clever the plan was, it was impossible to resist such absolute power.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The pants on Vulture's lower body seemed to have been custom-made. Surprisingly, they didn't burst, and there was still a bit of decency. He took a step in the direction in which Yan Li had fled. The ground suddenly shook violently, and a straight crack appeared on the path. Under the endless fission force, the crack kept expanding.
Just like that, the landscape outside of Peach Valley Town was completely destroyed.
Every time Yan Li narrowly dodged it, his life and death hanging by a thread, it constantly pounded on Yue 'er's little heart. She was held in Yan Li's arms and was only a hair's breadth away from the impact. Her face was pale because of several life and death situations. Only then did she realize that being with death was not a pleasant experience.
She looked at the side of Yan Li's face. The sculpture-like lines were very eye-catching. There seemed to be a calmness between life and death? Was it because he had experienced too many things? She was a little jealous. The hand that was hidden behind her back, the soul thread was floating.
This was undoubtedly the best opportunity. Turning him into a puppet, torturing and humiliating him a hundred times, and then executing him with a slow cut was really a good idea.
The corner of her mouth curled into a malicious smile. Her five fingers moved slightly, and the soul thread gradually climbed onto Yan Li's Tianling acupoint.
Yan Li suddenly turned around. His eyes were deathly still, but he didn't say anything.
He didn't say anything, but he brought something deeper. It swiftly invaded the depths of Yue 'er's heart and turned into a boundless graveyard. The restless resentful spirits let out vicious roars, and the lingering spirits of the dead let out pitiful cries. The sky was thick with the resentment of the dead. Gusts of chilly wind pierced the heart and bones. The tombstones on the ground were engraved with blood-like names.
The entire darkness was suffocating and deathly stillness. There wasn't a trace of light or lively energy.
Yue 'er's heartstrings were constantly plucked. In a flash, she understood that these were the original sins that Yan Li carried. Her own insignificance was like an unremarkable ghost in the graveyard. She didn't even have a tombstone. Her spirit suffered a huge pressure. It was because she was also carrying it that she felt the same.
So you are an existence even more evil than me. She felt indescribably happy.
Rotting in the dark quagmire, struggling unwillingly, suffering from futility. Then tearing apart the old and repeating the same cycle.
There was once, a short period of time. Under the gentle and beautiful shadow of the umbrella, under the smile that saved all living things, it toppled the dark kingdom.
A smile that could topple a country, a pity you can't have it anymore.
She silently withdrew the soul thread. A sly smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth. Yan Li, coming to this step, the darkness in your heart can no longer be saved. It will definitely destroy you. When the time comes, won't it be great to see you fall into hell with my own eyes? Soon, soon. — — Master, Yue 'er is here. I will help you cut off your past and welcome a new life!
She fell on top of a mountain and was released. She took two steps back vigilantly. "What's wrong?"
"I've decided to take the risk." Yan Li said.
"Yue 'er will cooperate with big brother." Yue' er smiled.
Yan Li glanced over indifferently. He easily saw through the resentment behind the smile. But it didn't matter. He didn't care whether this little girl's heart was dark or noble.
Leaving Cliff was unsheathed. The heart of the sword entered the underworld.
…
Ku Daoshi was chased relentlessly. He scolded loudly and begged with soft words, but he couldn't touch Ji Hyun-woon at all.
When he was forced into an alley, he shouted with an unfriendly expression, "If I can kill Ji Polu, I can definitely kill you. Why aren't you retaliating? Why don't you use your brain?"
"I've already said that if I kill you by mistake, I'll apologize first." Ji Hyun-woon approached him step by step.
Ku Daoshi's eyes darted around. Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "Ji, no, King Wei, stop. I have something to say!"
"What else is there to say?" Ji Hyun-woon didn't stop. He was about to touch Ku Daoshi.
Ku Daoshi said with a bitter expression, "Even if it's your last words before you die, you won't let me say them?"
"Hmph, trying to play tricks again?" Ji Hyun-woon said.
"Not at all. If you don't listen, I guarantee that you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Ku Daoshi said.
"Die!" Ji Hyun-woon didn't believe him at all. He raised his fiery fist and smashed it.
Ku Daoshi screamed, "You don't want Guang Zhen's Sarira Remains anymore?"
His fist paused for a moment and stopped right in front of his face, burning horribly. He knew that he had a chance. He sneered and continued, "That Buddha saved you twice. That day, you and Yan Li swore to find the remains and send them back to Bodhi Temple. Why, have you completely forgotten about it now? "
"What do you mean?" Ji Hyun-woon said.
"If you let me go, I'll give you the remains," Ku Daoshi said.
Parting Hatred Palace had received a lot of care from Buddha and Bodhi Temple.
In the face of death, how should one choose between repaying kindness and revenge?
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