As the white bone demon shrinks smaller and smaller, the resentment on his body becomes less and less, and they are transformed by Huijian's golden Zen sound, and are completely wiped away little by little.

Just as the white bone demon was gradually trapped and his actions became more and more difficult, Yang Qing's blood-red eyes became increasingly fainter and gradually began to recover his mind.

The things in his mind that had been swallowed by bloodthirsty, hatred, and extremely longing for revenge also made his mind clearer due to the decrease in resentment.

He looked out and stared at the battle in the field.

Although he was at the heart of the battle, he seemed to be a bystander, watching Huijian and Youping with white light and golden words coming.

Looking at these immortal cultivators who, in normal times, could not even dream of dreams, were even stronger than his master.

These powerful figures who made him worship him actually had a strange feeling when they fought with his body with all their might and did not dare to relax at all.

"It feels so good to have strength!" Yang Qing sighed inwardly.

Although such power in his body is extremely impure, it is like a violent hurricane that almost all his reason is submerged and dominated by instinctive thoughts of revenge.

Moreover, this power is actually extremely complex, just like being forced to be pinched together, and it is only stimulated in a short period of time.

Therefore, for Yang Qing, if he used this power for a little longer, it would either make his body unable to bear it or split into pieces, or the power would gradually fade away from his body or dissipate directly.

And there is another even more terrifying situation, that is, if such a power cannot be dispersed, I am afraid that I will be completely conquered by such power and become a walking dead body controlled by hatred.

But even so, such power still made him feel a different state, as if he was opening a new door to his path to immortal cultivation, allowing him to clearly witness the use of higher powers.

"What a pity!" Yang Qing sighed softly.

Since I was imprisoned and tortured by those of them, I knew that I had completely lost the possibility of such an attractive possibility.

His prospect of cultivating immortals has long been shattered. If he is tortured by his body and bones, it is probably only the legendary elixir can have the effect of resurrection.

Although he had been mentally prepared for such a result when he was murdering and revenge.

Moreover, he never regretted his revenge. For him, if he could not kill the murderer who killed his own sister, Yang Qing felt that his future life would be no different from enduring humiliation and living a life of silence.

He even made the enlightenment of losing one life for this, so he lost the hope of cultivating immortality and was no longer within his calculations.

But although he even had the awareness of death, he would never allow himself to be tied up like a dog and be called around.

What's even more hateful is that these people are using all kinds of unprecedented and vicious means to do all kinds of inhumane things on themselves.

They are the so-called people who are called humans, the demons wearing human cloaks, who forced their sister to death bit by bit, and finally forced themselves into a situation where people are not like humans and ghosts are not like ghosts.

So he stared outside and asked hatefully: "Why! Why do you treat me like this?"

Saint Youping and Hui saw that they obviously heard Yang Qing's voice outside, and both frowned. Youping quietly sent a sound to Huijian and said, "From his situation, I seem to have recovered a little bit of consciousness?"

Huijian also frowned and said, "It seems that this is true, but I don't know how much it has recovered."

Youping said, "Do you want me to give him a try?"

So he sang: "Since you have become a demon, why are you still resisting? Why do you better surrender early and let us help you pass through to the Western Paradise as soon as possible."

Yang Qing stared at Youping's beautiful face that seemed like a Bodhisattva and groaned: "Can you be bliss when you arrive in the West? If you are unhappy here, can you be happy when you arrive there?"

When Hui saw the other party’s humming, she also sang: “Amitabha, don’t be attached to appearances. All kinds of things here will eventually turn into dust. Today, you feel that you should hate, resent, and angry, but in fact, it is just a dream after all. How can you take it true?”

Yang Qing asked disdainfully: "If my lover cannot be saved, my benefactor cannot be repaid, my evil ones cannot be punished, and my bad ones cannot be destroyed, then even if I go to the West and attain Buddhahood, what's the point?"

While Hui saw that while he was typing the wooden fish, the golden Zen word gushed out like a flood, he said righteously: "Amitabha, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, not that there is no reward, and the time has not come. Therefore, don't worry, as long as there is evil, you will definitely be punished."

Yang Qing sneered: "Master, don't practice Zen opportunities. Today you will stop me from taking revenge. Is it the opportunity you talk about in Buddhism? Is it the time you talk about in Buddhism that has not come?"

"As far as I heard, Buddhism talks about punishing evil and promoting good. In this case, why didn't the master join me to capture and kill those bad people one by one? Instead, it would hinder me? Is it your opportunity for me or those bad people?"

Speaking of this, resentment seemed to have an impact on him again, and he began to yell in a mad manner:

"If you are the opportunity of those bad guys, and you will destroy my revenge, how can you suppress the resentment in my heart?"

After shouting this, all kinds of resentment on his bones began to surge faster.

These words seemed to resonate with the whole resentment around him, and even more resentment began to surge towards him as the center, which made the resentment around him look as solid as solid.
Chapter completed!