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4627 Shura Field One

"And that day is not far away!"

As Ci En smiled, her figure began to fade, as if she had become transparent.

An Ye stabbed him fiercely with the sword in his hand, but missed, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

Ci En didn't even look at him, but looked straight at Luo Yunxiao: "How is your fusion with the world-destroying half-soul in your body? It feels very uncomfortable to watch your consciousness and soul being swallowed up.

All right?"

"Hahahaha, the day I've been waiting for is not far away... not far away!"

Ci En's figure completely disappeared with the hysterical laughter.

Shan Hui on the ground finally breathed her last breath.

When he died, he was still looking in the far direction, with tears of blood shed from the corners of his eyes.

But whether it was reluctance or regret, no one can know anymore.

Fentian's people punched the pillar angrily, and then couldn't help laughing.

After this battle, Dabei Temple was basically on the verge of extinction.

Bodhi, Shanhui, and Enlightenment are all dead, and all eminent monks above the Immortal King have been killed.

Jingyuan and Dabei Temple turned against each other.

The only Ci En is just a selfish and heartless villain.

The Dabei Temple, which has been prosperous for thousands of years, has no room for improvement.

While they were smiling, Fentian's people began to cry.

They either squatted or curled up, letting tears flow down their faces.

Dabei Temple was destroyed.

But their lives were also ruined.

The pain and suffering they have suffered will not disappear.



Luo Yunxiao withdrew his sword with an indifferent expression, as if everything that happened before him and the sadness of everyone in Fentian had nothing to do with him.

However, when he turned around and saw Muyan's dazed expression, he couldn't help but frown.

However, before he could step forward to ask, Di Mingjue had already turned around and hugged the girl into his arms, "Yan Yan, what's wrong?"

Muyan raised her head, looked at Di Mingjue, then at Luo Yunxiao, and murmured, "Have you heard the singing?"

"Singing? What singing?"

Muyan suddenly covered her ears and her body hunched over in pain.

He seemed to be murmuring unconsciously.

The gods have disappeared, the demons have perished, and the vast expanse of the east has withered bones.

The way of heaven is in chaos, floating life is gone, and there are thousands of tribulations in the underworld.

There is lingering hatred in the clouds for three thousand realms, and the world of mortals is filled with sorrow.



Luo Yunxiao's pupils suddenly shrank.

In the Tianmoqin space, Qihuang curled up his body tightly into a ball.

Even if heaven abandons me, heaven can also deceive me.

If the world abandons me, the world should be killed.

All gods and Buddhas listen carefully to my words.

As time goes by, there are bad fates of cause and effect.

In the reincarnation of past lives, this hatred will never be extinguished.



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Muyan felt as if she had had a long, long dream.

When she woke up, she couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

I just remember the distant and sad singing that kept echoing in my ears.

"Mother! Mother, are you okay?"

Muyan opened her eyes and saw Xiaobao, whose eyes were red with worry, and smiled.

She reached out and touched the little guy's head, "Don't worry, mom is fine. She's just too tired. She had a good sleep."

This is not a lie either.

Although she kept hearing singing in her dream, it made her feel very sad.

But when I woke up, I felt refreshed all over, as if the fatigue and pain of the past few days had disappeared without a trace overnight.

When Xiaobao saw her rosy cheeks and beautiful face, he believed that his mother had really just slept.
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