Chapter 86 (1/2)

In the hundreds of years of jimingcao's life, she has seen many people who live and die. They came to the world crying and died quietly. The remote snow country was originally a quiet place.

She had never seen such a bloody killing, such a cruel pain. Strong karma rises like a flame in the still snow. The snow was a mess of blood red. The corpses are all over the ground, mixed with blood and tears, infiltrated into the ice and snow, and then quickly frozen.

Although it is hundreds of years old, the Jiming grass creeping under the city has no resistance. It can only continue to faithfully transmit the Yang in the body to every corner of the city. It is only now submerged in the sea of screams and blood.

Because Yuanyang Zun is no longer in existence, she has no source of Yang Qi, only a little less transmission. So this kind of city is like a huge corpse, which is gradually cooling down.

After the disaster, the city was silent, gradually cooled, buried, and finally disappeared.

But she can do nothing, can only gradually wither in the cold ice and snow.

It's all destiny. It must not be violated. The reason why they are so today is the cause and effect that they have planted in previous lives. And reincarnation, devouring all sentient. Whether it's natural extinction or such a tragic end, it's not really different.

If she can, she is willing to incarnate as the nine netherworld wind of the polar region, blowing all the Yang Qi, freezing the heaven and earth and turning it into a dark and Yin world. Only in this way, the killing will stop, the sentient beings will solidify, and the reincarnation will stop.

She will let these undead in the ruins of the city, continue to live peacefully as usual, without suffering from samsara.

A strong wish came from her heart, but it was meaningless. A person's grass root, her will, and this world between countless grass mustard, meaningless.

She's still dying. Spread everywhere, almost covering the whole city, all the roots, stems, leaves are shrinking. A smell of blood soaked through the ice and stained her roots with blood.

Although most of her roots had withered, the bloody air, like a tarsal maggot, had penetrated into her veins and remained in her body to this day.

Although the city of snow has been destroyed, she will not die. She was just a grass on the ice. When all the Yang Qi disappears, the vitality in her body still exists.

But after most of her body withered with the city, she returned to its original state, which was a humble weed on the ice field.

But God consciousness will not disappear when it comes into being. So even if she becomes a grass with only a trace of life on the ice field, her consciousness is still awake. She is still slowly in the aftertaste of once prosperous, quiet and blood prison general destruction.

It was a long ordeal for her. Until one day, a slender monk in black appeared on the horizon of the ice field, his belt flying, and he was very independent. This is the first time that she has seen human beings since the destruction of snow city.

He came straight up with a black chain in his hand. At the other end of the chain was a fat white cat with a gloomy face. The cat seemed very reluctant to be dragged forward by the man, and his mouth purred with a very unpleasant meow.

He seemed surprised at first. A weed with only a trace of life on the ice field seems to have a complex divine consciousness. He came over and injected a stream of pure Yang into the stems and leaves of the grass.

The divine consciousness of jimingcao became active and was no longer as slow as before. She turned out the shadow of a woman in white to talk to the man in black.

”Who are you and what are you doing here?”

”I'm Qin zunyang. I'm looking for kivak

”Kill? What is it? ”

”Well,” Qin zunyang picked up the chain in his handle and picked up the cat. The cat purred in protest again, ”that's it.”

Seeing the funny man, she also smiles, ”what's the use of catching this cat?”

Qin zunyang said seriously, ”it is the destruction of the people here and the flow of blood. How else is it called killing? However, when he meets xuanming's disciples, he will be suppressed. I took the opportunity to catch it. Although I can't avenge the dead, I can at least keep the world peaceful for many years. ”

”Why don't you go back when you catch him?”

”I came to you to take you away.”

”Me? I can't survive in the south. Why should I go with you

”I can't live this fierce cat. But you can. You are born of xuanming. Xuanming is the killer of this killing. If you come with me, I can give you what you want. ”

”Oh?” She hesitated for a moment. She never thought about where she came from. Anyway, she was here when she was alive. If she died, she would not exist. She didn't know anything about xuanming and killing.

”I just want this world to have no life and death, no reincarnation.”