[Comprehensive] Butterfly

Struggling violently.

Just at this moment, a strange shadow with extremely fast speed flew by, sweeping away the red calyx and the remains of those little spirits that had shown their original shape.

Ling Pan stared blankly, only to hear a strange but clear voice next to his ears.

"One organ is exhausted, trying to gain fame; the other is selfish, disregarding deep feelings. What a pair of Buddhas! A pair of Buddhas are cultivated well. They help the evildoers, suffer evil for no reason, such a heavy karma, take care of yourself, and don't die in the evil of the heart." the front..."

Ling Pan couldn't accept the cruel reality, and was still in a daze.

His master's expression changed all of a sudden.

People's hearts are unpredictable, good and evil are difficult to distinguish.

After all, not everyone has a conscience.

Lingpan finally knew the truth of the matter, and there is no point in regretting or mourning.

His world has been destroyed, destroyed by himself.

Can't blame others at all.

Ling Pan was not stupid, he had been reminded so clearly, so he naturally guessed that the master who came to him was using him as a gun.

But knowing so what, he has no other choice.

Only to survive, only to become stronger.

Only then can he see Hongca's hope again.

As for those clansmen who suffered on their own, the only ones who had the conscience to tell him the truth were settled by him, and the rest were left to fend for themselves.

This world is just suitable for despicable and shameless people like them.

Time flies, but it doesn't matter to those of them who have entered the practice.

Lingpan's "master" still takes him by his side, and Lingpan still practices with him, and follows him to slay demons and eliminate demons. However, except for demons, he never spares even the scum among human beings.

Hundreds of years later, Ling Pan's cultivation has already caught up with his "master".

Retribution or curse.

Not only did the Buddhist cultivator fail to survive the catastrophe of the heart demon, but a few thunderbolts smashed him to ashes, just like those innocent little monsters who were crushed to death by him back then.

And he is still alive, and his cultivation level is getting higher and higher.

One lesson is enough.

Ling Pan left this name behind, and buried Shi Dan'er, the name that Hong E had called intimately, deeply in his heart.

He still wanders around, killing demons and demons, and punishing evil and adultery, but he is cautious and careful, and has never wronged a person or an inhumane person.

When he came back to his senses, the string of red calyx bracelets carved and polished for him by natal wood had even been forged into the phantom of Qu An.

When Lingpan activates his mana, he sees the phantom of the divine beast shining golden light and awe-inspiring righteousness, and every time he feels it is a great irony to himself.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared on the wrist of Venerable Lingpan, who was deeply troubled by inner demons, and a huge phantom shadow enveloped him, and his righteousness immediately suppressed Lingpan's sense of despair caused by inner demons.

That ray of golden light made Lingpan, who had been trapped in the most painful memories by the demons, a little clear.

He raised his wrist with difficulty, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, "Up to now, you are still protecting me."

Under the pressure that seemed to be as great as a Buzhou mountain, Lingpan raised his head with difficulty and looked at the old ghost who was still sitting high and watching coldly.

The old ghost glanced expressionlessly at the string of beads on Lingpan's wrist.

He didn't think this guy could survive the heart demon tribulation at all.

So what if there is a golden seal body protector condensed by virtue.

Merit is merit, and cause and effect are cause and effect.

Otherwise, with Little Butterfly's merits as a son, he would be able to crawl out of the thunderstorm alive with all his beard and tail?

I have cultivated myself in the boss's garden for so many years, and I have watched a lot of dog-blooded dramas when I was dragged into fashion. In addition, I was attached to the Yinxue Bead and watched the blue fans come out one after another. The old ghost is also convinced of the big show.

He waited patiently for the Lingpan to be wiped out.

As for the string of bracelets, it's better if you can keep it, and it doesn't matter if you can't.

All when bought a lesson.

As long as this guy dies, his last knot will be solved.

Ling Pan looked at the old ghost.

That's how he looked at him thousands of years ago, and he never got tired of looking at him all day long.He knows all the changes of moods and sorrows.

It is because he understands too well that Lingpan despairs.

Hong E is really waiting for him to die, he really wants to watch him die with his own eyes!

At this moment, the inner demon who had been suppressed by Bi Anyin immediately counterattacked.

Ling Pan was no longer trapped in those illusions where dreams were shattered and nightmares were endless.

He is crazy!

After waiting for 1000 years, even if he died in front of him, he would not be moved at all. How could this be possible!

Ling Pan admits that he is a hypocrite at all, he is selfish, he is hypocritical, he is just... He wants Honge to be his alone forever, and he will never let him go!

What kind of heart demon robbery, what instant Buddhahood, Ling Pan showed a distorted smile.

Slowly raising the hand with the bracelet, rubbing the cheeks affectionately and tenderly against the round beads, it's not so much ambiguous as it is obscene.

Staring straight at the old ghost, Ling Pan endured the spiritual power riot caused by suppressing the inner demon with all his strength, and smiled like the child who didn't know the world back then.

He made a decision.