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Sang Su stood on the cloud for a while, watching the two brothers walk away.

It was just dusk, walking in the vast wilderness, the wind was blowing his face a little cold, Sang Su couldn't help but put his hand on his lower abdomen and stroked it reassuringly.She glanced at the void in front of her, and then a huge and dazzling light cluster jumped up from her body, and the spiritual light quickly turned into countless strands of light twining in the low sky, as if entangled with something.

After half a moment, Sang Su opened his eyes, and saw wisps of aura slowly gathering towards him, the originally pure white aura turned into a faint golden color.

Gathering souls is different from crossing souls. Although the latter is complicated and labor-intensive, the crossing souls will serve as Sang Su's own spiritual power supplies.For Sang Su, gathering the souls of the newly deceased spirits is almost like the Underworld Lord trying to return the dead to the dead, and the return must be taken from himself or others.Fortunately, Li Jia Buddha is the highest in Buddhist practice, and there are no tricky grievances or attachments after death.So after gathering Li Jia's remnant soul in Sang Su, it was only a little damage to his soul, and his face was a little paler than Fang Cai's, and it didn't seem to be a serious problem.

Fragments of Buddha's light slowly condensed into shape, and Li Jia's figure stood in front of him again.The moment he died, his soul and spirit were very fragile, and his whole body was only a faint outline, standing in an open place precariously.

Sang Su stepped forward and released her spiritual power to help him soothe his soul. She sighed and said, "Buddha, why bother, do you think you can stop Mangtian from harming the Six Realms by taking the initiative to repay the karma? "

Although Li Jia regained consciousness, he did not have the strength to control his body yet.His head was drooping, looking a bit depressed.After a long time, Sang Su withdrew his hand. His body was a little stronger than before, but his head was still hanging down, motionless.

"Buddha?" Sang Su called out.

The moment Li Jia's soul was scattered, Sang Su knew that he was determined to die. Even if Sang Su used his position to gather the soul against the sky, as long as he was unwilling to live again, he would not be able to live.

Sang Su waited patiently for a while, and when the galaxy filled the sky, the figure in front of him finally moved.

Li Jia raised his head, the surroundings were too dark and Sang Su couldn't see his expression clearly, he only heard a wry smile that seemed to be blown by the wind in his ear.

Li Jia, who came back from the dead, didn't say anything, and after a while, he asked softly in the quiet night: "Your Highness will save me regardless of the catastrophe in the future, and for whom are you repaying the karma?" Said in the same long tone: "To survive in the world, you and I share the same fate."

Sang Su's head was clouded, but it was not rare to understand.

Lijia Buddha knew that piercing the soul bone was inherently rebellious to the Buddha's spiritual power. The spiritual power of the Wannian Buddha and the evil spirit of the Wannian weapon could not be controlled by Yaobai's 500-year cultivation base.But in order to die under Yao Bai's hands, he deliberately provoked the soul-piercing madness.

Sang Su said indifferently: "I don't have the same fate as you. You are so merciful. I just don't want my unlucky brother to bear another killing karma."

Then she thought about the source of the matter, and asked directly without hesitation: "Mang Tian is really the greed and selfish desire of you Brahma Buddhas?"

Li Jia paused for a moment, as if he had thought about it after he died, and felt that face was not important anymore, so he nodded.

Sang Su was still taken aback, "It is rumored that the Buddha cultivated to remove emotions and desires, and the six sense organs could not be more clean. I don't want to think that the turbid thoughts can still create a giant like Mangtian."

Li Jia said as if reciting scriptures: "How can everyone become a "Buddha" through Buddha cultivation?"

These words sounded a bit sad and helpless, but when I thought about it, it didn't make sense—it seemed like I was looking for a well-founded and embarrassing excuse for this mess.

"But the Buddha," Sang Su said, "to be reasonable, in the final analysis, your Brahma Realm is unclear. First, Wen Bufan cheated on the marriage first, which made my brother's good bird and phoenix turn into a demon. Then Mang Tian struggled. The resentful spirits of the six worlds are entangled with my brother, and you are planning to use my brother's hand to end the karma between you and Mangtian. You have a prosperous Buddhism, so you can't let my brother be trapped by yourself."

Li Jia was silent for a long while, then suddenly bowed deeply to Sang Su, "Your Highness is right, but this time, I did not act properly."

Sang Su frightened by his solemn bow and stepped aside in a hurry, and immediately reflected on whether he was too aggressive and forced the good-tempered Li Jia into this.She was in embarrassment and didn't know how to end it, but Li Jia had something to say, "Mang Tian is a disaster, and all killing karma is blamed on my Brahma Realm. This seat is irrefutable. It can be heard that Bufan will be the new owner of Brahma Realm one day. Please also invite His Highness the Ninth Prince Eliminate old grievances as soon as possible, and be merciful."

Sang Su glanced at him, and said with a good-natured smile, "It's only been a few years? How could it be an old grudge?"

Seeing her uneasy expression, Li Jia didn't say anything more.Seeing that he had come back to life, Sang Su didn't see any lack of soul, so he didn't want to argue with him anymore, so he said goodbye and turned to leave.After walking two steps, Li Jia stopped her behind and said, "Your Highness, don't worry, everything will be fine."

Sang Su turned around and looked at him, looking at this great Buddha whose cultivation base was so deep that he could see the cause and effect and predict the future, finally stretched his brows and eyes with a slight smile, and said softly, "I hope it is as you said."

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Yaobai went to Mount Buyu again.

In fact, Buyu Mountain cannot be called a mountain. It is just a huge red rock, and a deep ravine from south to north divides it into two.Because it is huge and stands horizontally in the middle of the sea, it looks like a mountain isolated in the sea.Under the ravine is gushing magma, which is usually invisible, but Yao Bai has broken the barrier here, and the things sunk inside can be seen at a glance.

With the naked eye, the magma bubbling big and small has been removed, and there are still many bones and heads rolling in the magma, and the mutilated limbs of humans and animals.It is said that in the ancient world tens of thousands of years ago, there were many fierce beasts and monsters that could move seas and fill mountains. They were not born with intelligence, and they were born only knowing destruction and destruction.The fairies of the current world work together to get rid of some, and if they really can't help it, they will be tricked here and left in the molten lava that has never dried up in Mount Buyu for thousands of years.The cheated beasts are all very well cultivated, and they won't die immediately after going down. It's not uncommon for them to struggle and suffer for thousands of years before dying.There are still some who have not died so far. Their bodies were melted into magma, and their souls turned into wraiths.

Yaobai walked alone by the secluded ravine, the wind howled, as if it would push him down at any moment.Bu Yushan seemed to recognize his scent, the magma under the stone churned more and more presumptuously, some splashed out and stained the hem of Yao's white clothes.Otherwise, the hem of his slender clothes slowly burned, turning into a wisp of black ash in the wind.

Yao Bai lowered his head and took a look, the clothes that were burnt black quickly recovered, and then were incinerated by the splashed magma.He squatted down by the side of the ditch, looking down at the bones piled up below.The piercing soul bone was stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and rushed out with a "swoosh", and before Yao Bai could react, it plunged into the deep ditch with a plop.

Yaobai looked at the place where it disappeared, frowned and thought: The resentful spirit inside has already run away, why is this broken bone so excited?It was only later that I remembered that Qiongqi was the second most ferocious beast in ancient times, who would dare to pretend to be the first?However, compared to the lower ones, Qiongqi realized Taoism and became a god one step earlier, and was the first divine beast known for its fierceness in ancient times.After death, the body returned to chaos, and the spine turned into a fierce magic weapon to pierc the soul bones. Thousands of years later, he came to the world with Yao Bai and became his natal magic weapon.

This will be in a deep ravine, and this bone is afraid that it smells of the same kind in the past.

Yaobai sat on the hot rock with his legs hanging down, thinking how he had never thought that he, a divine bird with pure blood, would have a fierce and fierce bone as his natal magic weapon.It turned out that the fate of everything today had already been hinted that his mission in life was not to guard the Star Slaughter Array and keep the Six Realms safe, but to break through Buyu Mountain and create disaster for the Six Realms.

It turned out that behind the catastrophe of the six realms was neither Wen Bufan nor Mangtian, but Yaobai himself.He never dared to think that the karma between the creatures of the six realms and the beasts who died here tens of thousands of years ago would start from his hands.

This vast but heavy karma begins with him, where should it end?

When Yaobai was upset, he suddenly remembered Wen Bufan, and picked him up as a sparrow spirit because of his clumsy eyesight, and then somehow became the host of wandering souls.This circle is a bit wide, and everything that shouldn't be involved is involved.

Yaobai looked at the bones and remains rolling in the magma, and muttered to himself: "If I knew I would come to release you as soon as I hit the ground 500 years ago, why bother to make these twists and turns, torturing me and others." His tone Light and light, completely without the resentment he faced Wen Bufan before.It seems to know that no matter how much he despises the way of heaven, he will not be able to escape after all.

He was fateful, innocent and pitiful.Wen Bufan was meditating in the mountains, and he was caught off guard, which is pitiful.

Of course, Yaobai's compassion is very limited. As the person concerned, he thinks that Wen Bufan is a disaster from heaven, and the cause of the incident is only because he has a face he likes.But when he thought that Wen Bufan's warmth and liking over the past few months were just a play for a hidden purpose, his little pity was wiped out in ashes, and the unresolved depression and resentment in his heart reappeared.

Yaobai recalled Bianhungu, and set off eastward following the traces of the ancient wraith.Walking into a mountain, the breath of the resentful spirit gradually faded, and even the soul bone could not detect the trace.Yao Bai was a little puzzled, and searched around the spot a few more times, but he still couldn't find him.

Usually, Wraith Spirits are not to be feared, but if thousands of Wraith Spirits are in one place, it is another matter.Wraiths often devour each other, and a group will eventually become a powerful wraith.For example, Mang Tian was nothing but countless little wraiths ten thousand years ago.

Yaobai stood on the top of the mountain and thought, could it be that the ancient wraiths have ended the stage of being food for each other in such a short period of time.Become a resentful spirit like Mangtian?Yao Bai couldn't help shivering, and got a headache.

He was trying to figure out a way, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of people on the hill below him, very lively.Looking at it again, this place turned out to be somewhat familiar.A small figure ran up and down the stone steps in the mountain, holding a plate for a while, and holding firewood for a while.Although he was busy, his movements were not in a hurry like others, even his running steps were stained with ink, and he walked along the narrow mountain path and entered a gate.

The door of the wooden hall was wide open, and three large characters hung neatly above it: "Stone Temple."