Chapter 4857: The little monk who is drunk and dreams of death

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This situation continued until ten thousand years ago.
The passage between the master and slave world was opened again, and a woman named Baili Liuyin appeared on Xiuxian Continent.
Pushing this dead end world into another bottomless abyss.
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When Mu Yan was in the Tianguang Ruins, watching the past and future of Qihuang.
In an oasis in the remote land of the Western Wilderness, Jing Yuan woke up from a roar of thunder and the tremors of the earth.
The entrance is a golden arch towering into the sky.
Lightning and thunder ripped open, forming cracks and whirlpools.
Countless black spots fell one after another from the vortex, just like black hail.
But Jing Yuan recognized it at a glance. It was not raindrops or hail.
It was the ghost who came to this world through the cracks in the barrier.
Tianzhu collapsed again?
How could this be?
Jing Yuan quickly got up from the ground and flew high into the sky, looking at the distant sky.
Soon, his face became darker and darker, and deep worries surged in his eyes.
If he had read it correctly, the place where the Tianzhu collapsed this time was just above the ancient battlefield.
The resident of Xiaoyaomen is there.
Since learning about his life experience, Jing Yuan has been drunk and dreamed of death in front of his parents' grave for a while.
Leng Yumo spent the first month with him.
Later, he resolutely abandoned him and returned to Xiaoyaomen.
Before leaving, Leng Yumo said to him: "The little monk I like, his appearance is gentle and soft, but he has his own persistence in his heart. He will change because of the changes around him, and will do what he doesn't want to do. , But he will always have a trace of clarity in his heart, and he will not fall down easily."
"Jingyuan, if you feel that drunkenness in life and death can make you forget the pain and escape everything that happened. Then you stay here. But I won't stay for you."
"Even if I like you again and miss my little monk again, I am also a member of the Xiaoyaomen. I have my ambitions and have things I want to protect. I will not let my seniors leave me far behind. Allow yourself to indulge in the love of men and women."
"We... don't pass this. I hope there will be a period later. I hope that when we meet next time, you will still be the little monk I know."
On the day Leng Yumo left, Jing Yuan was unhappy, and curled up in front of his parents' grave, letting tears flow freely on his haggard face.
He felt that his life was a joke.
All the persistence, all the beliefs, all the hard work, all of them vanished in an instant.
The teacher he thought was the chief culprit who killed his parents.
The enemy he thought was just a victim of the same illness and sympathy with him.
He wanted to hate, but he didn't know who to hate.
He wanted to achieve his own revenge, but found that all his cultivation was the enemy's surrender.
Once, overnight, Jing Yuan lost his most important family, and only hatred remained in his life.
Now, he doesn't even have hatred anymore, life seems to be plucked away by life, and he no longer knows where to go.
Jingyuan thought that he would live so drunk and dreamy in front of his parents' graves, and live without ghosts or ghosts.
Whether the world is up and down, or life and death, it has nothing to do with him.
However, at this moment, watching the collapsed Tianzhu in the sky, Jing Yuan's heart seemed to be severely gripped by a hand.
He thought he would never worry about anyone in the world anymore.
He thought his heart was dead.