Chapter 329 Cultivation of life!

"But...but why?!"

Song Lanyi's eyes suddenly became crazy and firm.

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

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

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After saying that, Song Lan's clothes were disheveled, and she looked like a madman, punching the cocoon that restrained her.

After punching out, there was a punch mark like a gust of wind and rain.

She described it as crazy. As the killing intent and violence surged in her heart, the blood jade mask on Song Lanyi's face seemed to have real red blood flowing in it, giving it a ghostly feel.

As this hostility grew, the color of the blood jade mask looked like the blood of pigeons that had been played with all year round.

It was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.

At this time, the mysterious voice appeared again, as if it was bewitching.

"Why continue to struggle? This has been the case for everyone throughout the ages. Even saints cannot escape their fate."

"You have learned a lot, but you have not walked out of your own way. The predecessors were not able to escape fate. Why do you, a descendant who has followed the path of the predecessors, dare to say so arrogantly that you can escape fate, or even disdain fate?

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At the end, the disembodied voice was full of disdain.

Hearing these words, Song Lanyi suddenly stopped moving.

She raised her head and looked into the distance as if through something.

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

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

Medicine Saint, Hundred Flowers Saint, Pu Saint, Ink Saint...

Until the end, these figures all turned into one person.

This man was tall, with a beard on his face and deep pupils. He obviously had the appearance of a child who could cry fiercely, but when he looked at her, he had a gentle look on his face.

father.

Song Lanyi opened her mouth, trying to pronounce the word.

However, due to excessive force previously, his internal organs were injured and he could only spit out a mouthful of blood.

Song Hanhai seemed to feel something, he came to Song Lanyi, bent down slightly, and gently held her in his arms.

He looked into Song Lanyi's eyes with a gentle smile, "Yiyi, go forward boldly. Dad will always be proud of you. No matter what the future holds, you will always be my and your mother's daughter."

Song Lanyi's nose felt sore and her eyes were slightly moist.

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

But Song Lanyi was not depressed.

She only felt that her heart was heavy. 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 running water, blended into her skin and disappeared.

Seeing Song Lanyi's brows and eyes, the confusion disappeared, and as she looked forward, she once again took on the unique vitality and willfulness of a young girl.

Through the white cocoon of fate, she looked at the other side of the underworld, which is rumored to be a shore that no one has ever set foot on.

She spoke slowly, "There are three thousand avenues, each of which has a different way of cultivation. The human race respects Confucianism and Taoism, but at the same time, there are also the Illusion Taoism, Mohism Taoism, Legalism, Medical Taoism, Medicine Taoism, etc... Among them, not counting

The cultivation methods of each bloodline of the demon clan, the secret techniques of Buddhism, Taoism, etc."

"When I first entered the path of spiritual practice, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity. Relying on my teachers and fate, I was able to read and understand principles and understand my mind and nature from my humble beginnings."

"Among the people I have met along the way, some have cultivated for immortality; some have practiced for the sake of the ethnic group; some have done so just for the sake of enlightenment."

"Then what exactly is it that I'm asking for?"

In the midst of sleepiness, Song Lanyi felt as if a flash of inspiration flashed through her confused mind.

Like a flash of thunder in the dark night.

In an instant, the stupid state was broken.

Song Lanyi's eyes gradually brightened, and her speaking speed became faster and faster:

"I don't cultivate Taoism, I don't cultivate Buddhism, I don't cultivate faith, I don't chant incense. If I want to cultivate, I will only cultivate my own body. I want to break my fate, and I want to cultivate - my destiny!"

Repair your life!

As a mortal, I fight against fate.

Even if he is a fool, he still has to point his sword at the sun and the moon.

Repair your life!

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

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

But just at the moment when he said this sentence, a thunder exploded over the underworld.

The Yin spirits along the coast were stunned.

In an instant, it was almost a mess.

Thunderous objects are inherently a great deterrent to Yin spirits.

Even the armored generals couldn't help but show a hint of panic when they saw the rolling thunderclouds, and subconsciously stepped back.

However, in this crowd of people who were desperately retreating, the plain girl and the drunken old man advanced instead of retreating, and came to the edge of the thundercloud.

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

At this moment, on the third hurdle of Huangquan Road, the cocoon trapping Song Lanyi suddenly began to tremble.

PS: I have to think carefully about tomorrow’s plot, so I’ll leave it like that for today, bye~ah~
Chapter completed!