Old state

Although Yang Caiqiong sensed the malicious intentions of the man with the golden crown, he couldn't help being obsessed with this thought.

He had this idea before in Zihui's small courtyard.But what I thought at the time was, after all, the uncle made it very obvious that he didn't like Zihui.So although he wanted to become more powerful, he didn't want to use Zihui's skills.

He wanted to cultivate himself in an upright manner.

So during this time, he practiced hard, day and night.

But too slow.Still too slow.

Uncle is already very powerful.He asked himself that his aptitude is not one in a million, and his heart is not a pure hearted person. When will he be able to work hard to reach the height of the uncle?

What's more, he wanted to protect the uncle.

He can't wait to practice bit by bit.

Yang Caiqiong moved tremblingly.After being tied up for too long, one side of his body was already numb. Now when he moves, it feels like countless needles have been pricked, which is painful and itchy.

The rope broke at some point, he took out the note from his close pocket, and tore open the note as Zihui taught him.

The piece of paper looked nothing special, but after tearing it apart, a white light flashed and fell on the ground, it was a small seed.

The seeds germinated, blossomed and bear fruit as soon as they fell to the ground. He was so fast that it was difficult to react, and he was hit all over the face by the small vermilion fruit.

Strangely, those fruits did not fall when they hit him, but seemed to be absorbed by him.The white plants on one side grew taller and taller, with more and more fruits. They flew towards him one after another in a line, and instantly piled up into a mountain, covering Yang Caiqiong under it.

The fruit poured into his whole body, the fruit was not ostentatious after it came in, and there was no special change, but as the number of fruits increased, he only felt pain like being run over, and the roots and meridians were filling rapidly , but the forced growth made his meridians hurt like they were broken.

If he could look inside now, he would definitely be able to see that the red light spots formed by the red fruit flowed towards the meridians and bones. Not a single scarlet light spot was willing to enter his flesh and blood. The flesh and blood did not grow, and could only be squeezed by the bigger and thicker bones. Slowly, his organs began to ooze blood, and his skin It began to break, the flesh and blood inside was pierced, and gradually melted, but within a cup of tea, his bones had grown to the size of an adult man, but the flesh and blood were stuck on the bones, and the organs were deformed, even almost transparent. Wriggling organs can also be seen in the flesh and blood.

It hurts so much, it's unimaginable pain.

But he deserves it all.

If you want to have power, how can you not pay the price?He used this method to opportunistically possess unparalleled divine power, and he must endure inhuman pain.

It was his choice, he accepted it.

What's more, he can use the power obtained in this way with peace of mind.

He is not a careless person, nor is he a lazy and greedy person. He understands how much distance he has traveled, so he can bear no matter how much pain he endures.

There was still a faint smile on the bloody and bloody face of the boy who was still a child.

He didn't know what kind of abyss he had stepped into since then.

And the little monk Zihui in the dense forest of Qingzhou sensed that his note was torn, and a strong sadness flashed in his eyes.

Is this an instruction from the Buddha?

This is the instruction of the demon of desire.

He was sorry for the Buddha he had cultivated for so many years, and he was sorry for his master.

Only by following him and protecting him in the future can I get rid of such guilt.

He couldn't help but think of Mr. Jinyi and the little boy who came hand in hand that day.Although it is the beginning of January, there are always only spring and summer in the dense forest. Both of them are wearing thin spring shirts, one blue and the other white. His face was tense, although he was still thin, but his eyebrows were extremely beautiful. His whole face was like a camellia blooming in April, thick but not delicate, the most beautiful.

Although he was often praised for his handsome appearance, he couldn't help feeling ashamed in front of these two people.

Pity.

Alas, what a pity.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is extremely difficult to write, I don’t want to abuse Xiaocai