Chapter 914

In his previous life in Luoyang City, he ordered to blow up all the Buddhist statues and temples. Those homeless monks called him a disaster star, and some monks with firm faith chose to sacrifice themselves and turn into dust with the temple.

At that time, he laughed at their ignorance.

But now, he and his troops are destroyed by the collapsed Buddha, like the God's punishment for trampling on the living creatures.

Xiao Yi's face is expressionless. He reaches out and touches nothing but nothingness.

He lowered his hand slowly.

I'm not sure if I'm dead.

In the ancient silence, a cool wind suddenly came to face.

There was a whisper coming from the front.

Xiao Yi raised his eyelashes and there was a picture floating around him.

He saw the white hunting Prince commit suicide with a sword on the Bank of the Weishui river. His head was taken back to Chang'an and hung as a sinner in the high tower.

He saw his only sister, Xiao Qingyang, and Nan Chengyi in front of the Buddha statue, embracing Xu Xiasheng's promise and being buried in a sea of fire.

He saw Wen Zhining and Xiao Zi fall down from the high beacon tower again. They are so beautiful and desolate, like petals falling at dusk.

He saw that his two elders, the eldest princess and the Duke of Zhenguo, both died at the wedding banquet

It is only two years since he returned to Chang'an.

But the people he cared about left him one by one.

How could this happen?

He suddenly thought of an eminent monk from the western regions who he met outside the equality temple in his previous life.

He asked eminent monks for Buddhist Dharma and whether people had reincarnation or afterlife.

The monk put his palms together and told him with a smile that the young lady of the south family had her own destiny in the afterlife, but he was not necessarily.

Buddha's afterlife.

With too much blood and killing, how can you be blessed in the next life?

Battlefield Shura, Tiansha lone star.

Eight words of criticism, such as thunder in Xiao Yi's ear.

In the dark, Xiao Yi had no blood on his face.

In his previous life, he didn't care what the eminent monk said.

But now think of it, nanjiaojiao was injured in the mine. The doctor said that she would never have an heir again, which meant that he would never have an heir.

Karma.

Is it that nanjiaojiao's sufferings are all the fruits of his evil?

The pictures all around were scattered.

Right in front, the water surged and the coral was red.

The man was immersed in the water with his eyes closed, his limbs locked with strong black iron chains, his long black hair like seaweed stretched and floated in the water, his thin middle coat could only cover the key points, and his muscles were covered with shocking scars.

Even if life and death are unknown, the beautiful face still shows a strong ferocity. The eyes of Danfeng flying obliquely into the temples are like knives trapped in a treasure chest. They look beautiful and sharp.

Innumerable sharp blades were thrust out from all directions, pointing directly at the man at the bottom of the water, as if he would be tortured if he moved a little.

Xiao Yi was stunned.

This man

Is that him?

Is it the end of his killing?

He wants to reach out and touch, but the picture disappears in a moment.

Eternal darkness enveloped him again.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyelashes.

If in the future, he will be trapped in an underwater cage, then what will nanjiaojiao do?

The little girl is delicate and stupid. She goes to serve Shen Jiang at his words. Without him, she will be eaten to death by Shen Jiang.

Even the Southern family she cared about would be taken advantage of by Shen Jiang.

We agreed to protect her for life.

Nanjiaojiao can't live without him

Even if he fights with heaven, he can't end up like that!

A strange force, quietly extended to men's four limbs.

The clouds are thick.

Raindrops penetrated through the gap between the rocks and landed on the man's scarred face.

Xiao Yi lay under the boulder and felt around unconsciously with his right hand until he felt his familiar knife.

He opened his eyes slowly.

He tried to move his body, but found he couldn't move.

The smell of blood came from all directions.

He turned his head slowly.

The armor was broken, and the brave army turned into a group of fuzzy flesh and blood.

He looked, thin lips pale.

It would be fine if he didn't remember the previous life, but he remembered all the souls who died under his knife. Countless fertile fields were destroyed and the whole land was devastated.

It was his fault.

It was a real tragedy. Even from the beginning, he could not erase his evil fruit.

The way of heaven gave him a chance to make a new life, but he also had to punish him severely in this life. He took away his family with intrigue, killed his soldiers with war, and asked Nanjiao to taste the taste of being alone with his dying lifeNanjiaojiao always asks him to accumulate good fortune. Is it because she has sensed something sensitively?

But he still did not admit defeat.

The brother's big revenge has not yet been revenged, the cruel woman is still sitting on the nine palace palace, the Royal brother's child is still a low status common son.

His little girl is still waiting for him to go home.

The dark pupil turned red.

Five fingers gradually clenched the knife.

The next moment, the man roars -

on the cliff.

The breeze is passing, and the rain is rustling.

A Taoist with a spot of cinnabar mole in the middle of his eyebrow wears a blue sky robe, rides a green bull, and plays with peonies.

He listened to the roar coming from the bottom of the stone heap and said with a smile, "monk, is your illusion useful? It is not to say that people can see the future. If they see it, they should be afraid. How can they still be so stubborn? "

The outline of the western regions eminent monk, with an umbrella in one hand, stood quietly in the rain.

He read "Amitabha Buddha" and said in a deep voice, "master Xiao Shi is too aggressive to remind him of his previous life. He sacrificed his throne, and there is no longer the protection of Ziwei emperor star in his life. Those dead souls who died under his knife in the previous life have cast his heart demons in this life. His future will be very difficult. "

Poinsettia raised her eyebrows and sighed: "I wanted to use this to make him understand the benefits of being blessed by Ziwei emperor. He killed his younger martial sister, cut off the cause and effect, and from now on, he will be in peace of mind to unify the kings of all countries. But his reaction is really beyond my expectation..."

Without waiting for him to say anything more, the stones roared.

The nine foot Mo Dao is like an axe that creates the world, and suddenly cuts open the huge stone!

It's early summer.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds.

The man's armor was broken, his body was covered with blood, his long hair danced in the downpour, and his bloodshot eyes were full of strong killing intention.

Through the rain curtain, he looked at the overcast sky with an arrogant and domineering attitude.

The nine foot Mo Dao points straight to the sky.

It seems to be challenging the gods with flesh and blood.

"Crazy."

Poinsettia shook her head.

Xiao Yi's eyes fell on the end of the mountain wall.

There stands a good Buddha, which has not been destroyed by explosives.

The Buddha looks solemn and looks at him with a smile.

He was furious: "what are you looking at?"

He was not answered.

Nanbaoyi and yinsui finally arrived.

Far away, Nan Baoyi saw Xiao Yi.

The man is arrogant and strange, as if the man in the previous life who seeks all the gods and Buddhas, who is desperate and angry, climbs out of hell and returns to the world.

Her heart beat violently.

She jumped out of the carriage in desperation and quickly climbed up the rubble: "second brother!"

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