"Then wait until half of the soul of the world is taken away with the formless cause and effect cauldron, they will chant Amitabha Buddha, wishing your mother a good birth soon and a good birth in the next life."

"Hahahahaha... They actually wish us to reach the upper hand as soon as possible and to give birth to a good birth in the next life!!"

"But we don't want to go to the Pure Land at all, let alone reincarnate. I just want this dirty world to be destroyed forever and disappear forever."

Jingyuan's body slowly fell down.

He covered his head with his hands and murmured: "Impossible... This is not true, are you lying to me?"

An Yeyi calmed down the smile on his face and said coldly: "If you don't believe it, you can ask your good senior brother Zen Master Shanhui. He took away the half soul in your mother's body back then. When we arrived, your mother was already dead. It was your father who kept it and told us all this, and asked us to go to the cave of Ten Thousand People to save you."

Jingyuan's red eyes looked at Shanhui lying on the ground.

In the sword formation, Ci'en retreated from the sword, and the [Nine-Turn Desert Pill] he had taken before began to retaliate.

Shanhui had already exhaled more and had less energy, and her pupils began to dissipate.

Jingyuan grabbed his collar, lifted the person up, and asked word by word: "Is what Fentian and the others said true?"

Shanhui opened her eyes in a daze, her lips moved, and she shouted softly, "Little Junior Brother..."

"Don't call me junior brother!!" Jingyuan growled in a low voice, "Tell me, is what they said true?!"

"Amitabha."

Ci'en's voice came at this moment.

His expression was still peaceful, just like what the things that An Ye and An Ye were just told had no effect on him.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Jingyuan, slowly said, "Jingyuan, you were sent to the Ten Thousand Demon Cave. Wuche could have ignored you, but he still traveled all the ghost markets in the Immortal Cultivation Continent and found you from the vast sea of ​​people. For you, his cultivation has greatly reduced his ability and he will not be able to be the Immortal Emperor from now on. For you, he will destroy all the ghost markets and Ten Thousand Caves on the Immortal Cultivation Continent. Do you still remember what he is good to you?"

Jingyuan's hand holding Shanhui's collar made a crackling sound.

Hot tears flowed down from the red eyes, mixed with blood, like blood and tears: "So, what they said is true. My mother is the body of the killing of the world. Did my father die in your hands? And I actually recognized the thief as my father and regarded his enemies as his benefactors, for thousands of years?!"

Ci'en: "Amitabha, Jingyuan, why do you still don't understand why you have practiced in the Great Compassion Temple for so long? Great Compassion and the joy of all sentient beings, and Great Compassion relieves all sentient beings. What we practitioners do not see is the suffering and joy of one person, but the rise and fall of sentient beings in the three realms. The sacrifice of killing the dead bodies in the world is worth it!"

Jingyuan stood up suddenly, the scimitar in his hand suddenly became larger, and he slashed towards Ci'en.

This attack was like using all his strength to include all the hatred, anger and despair he had accumulated at this moment.

The pillars of the hall whine in pain and completely collapsed.

The Immortal Lord’s full-strength attack is not a joke.

However, there was no panic on Ci'en's face.

He stepped out, and the lingering black mist appeared around him.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Jingyuan.
Chapter completed!