"Then they will chant the Amitabha Buddha with a causal caustic cauldron without phase, and wish your mother to be in bliss early and have a good baby in the next life."

"Hahahahaha... they actually wish us an early bliss and a good baby in the next life!!"

"But we don't want to go to Paradise at all, let alone reincarnation. I just want this dirty world to be destroyed forever and forever, disappear forever and ever."

Jing Yuan's body slowly knelt down.

He covered his head with his hands, and murmured: "It's impossible...It's not true. Are you lying to me?"

As soon as Dark Ye reduced the smile on his face, he said coldly: "If you don't believe it, you can ask your good brother Shanhui. He took away the half soul in your mother's body back then. We arrived. At that time, your mother was already dead, and it was your father who kept a sigh of relief and told us this and begged us to go to the massacre to save you."

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

In the sword formation, Ci En withdrew to block the sword, plus the [Nine Turns Degree Erdan] served before began to backlash,

Shanhui had already vented more and less, and the pupils in her eyes began to dilate.

Jing Yuan grabbed him by the collar, lifted the person up, and asked word by word, "Is it true that what Fen Tian said?!"

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

"Don't call me Junior Brother!!" Jing Yuan shouted hoarsely, "Tell me, is it true what they said?!!!"

"Amitabha."

The voice of kindness came at this moment.

His expression was still peaceful and peaceful, as if the things that Night One and Night Three had just described had no effect on him.

He looked down at Jing Yuan, and slowly said: "Jing Yuan, you have been sent to the Ten Thousand Demon Caverns. Wu Che could have left you alone, but he still traveled all over the ghost cities of Xiuxian Continent and found you out of the vast crowd. Come out. For you, his cultivation base has been greatly damaged, and he has never been in the position of the immortal emperor. For you, he will destroy all the ghost cities and mass caves on the Xiuxian Continent. He is kind to you, do you remember?"

Jing Yuan grabbed Shanhui's shirt and made a creak.

Hot tears flowed down from the scarlet eyes, mixed with blood, like blood and tears: "So, what they said is true. My mother is the host of the Red Dust. My father died in your hands? And I actually recognize the thief as the father and the enemy as the benefactor. For thousands of years?!"

Mercy: "Amitabha Buddha, Jingyuan, you have been practicing for so long in the Great Compassion Temple, why you still don't understand. Great mercy is happy with all sentient beings, and great compassion lifts all the suffering of all sentient beings. I, as practitioners, see not the pain and joy of a person. It's the rise and fall of the beings in the Three Realms. The sacrifice of the Red Dust Tribulation and Killing of the Host is worth it!

Jing Yuan stood up abruptly, the scimitar in his hand suddenly enlarged, and severely cut it towards Ci En.

This attack was like exhausting all of his strength, including all the hatred, anger and despair he had accumulated at the moment.

The pillars of the main hall wailed in pain and collapsed completely.

Xianzun's full blow was not a joke.

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

His foot stepped out next, and a black mist appeared all over him.

In the next moment, his figure disappeared in place and appeared in front of Jing Yuan.