I blame myself for all this, I blame myself for not caring enough about them. They are all dead, so what's the point of living alone in the world?

It would be better to die, join them, and accompany them to reincarnation.

This idea took root in my mind as soon as it came out. The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was right. I should commit suicide and go to accompany them as soon as possible.

He picked up the long sword and floated to the top of Canghai Mountain. He stood on a huge rock and looked at the layers of white clouds in the distance, with a strong wind blowing against his face.

There was only one thought in his mind. The world is so big, but there is no room for him alone. It is better to go back. It is better to go back!

Tears welled up unconsciously and wet his face.

He raised his hand and picked up the long sword and gently wiped it on his neck. With just one stroke, he could be freed. From now on, he no longer had to bear the burden of guilt or tormented by endless thoughts. He would soon be able to be with Master and the others. Reunion, I will be a master and apprentice in my next life!

He showed a relieved smile, and gently drew the sword down, about to touch his neck, when he suddenly stopped. There was only an inch between the sword and his neck.

He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, made a mudra with his hands, and suddenly shouted: "Moo——!"

As soon as this technique came out, the whole body shook first, the flesh and blood trembled like a sieve, and the soul trembled together. Then the whole world shook, and everything in front of you began to collapse, break, and turn into pieces and float away.

After a daze, he opened his eyes and saw that he was not sitting on the top of Canghai Mountain, but in the water. The stones on the ground were shining brightly, illuminating the surroundings.

An inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life filled my heart, as if it was a lifetime ago.

After a while, his thinking began to slowly start, and he remembered the previous situation, where he was fighting with someone, and then he arrived at Canghai Mountain inexplicably.

All this seemed to have passed for a long time, even decades. When I looked at the old man in black in front of me, I felt strange. Everything in front of me felt strange, as if we had seen each other after decades.

His thoughts were spinning faster and faster, and his mind was back to normal. He finally returned to normal. He let out a long sigh and looked at the wooden stick at his feet. It sank to the bottom of the water and was reflected by the water's light, like a strange snake.

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Looking at the old man again, blood was pouring from his throat. He was lying in the water, shaking slightly, with a smile of relief on his face, without any pain.

He was already dead. The dagger in his right hand was still stained with blood, so it was obvious that he committed suicide.

Li Muchan understood the truth in a blink of an eye. The old man gave himself an illusion and asked him to commit suicide. After he cracked it, it backfired and caused his suicide.

He didn't know what was going on, it must be a secret technique.

This secret technique can be used with certainty on others, and its power is infinite. No matter how tyrannical a martial arts person is when faced with something like this, there is nothing he can do and he can only commit suicide obediently.

But when it comes to him, he is unlucky. His concentration is so deep that it has been honed indestructibly during his practice of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art. Moreover, he has the Observation of Heaven, Humans and Gods, and he is even more familiar with the world of visualization, and even better.

Better than this old man.

First, he had the strength to remain unmoved, and then he counterattacked with the help of God and God. The two-pronged approach prompted the old man to commit suicide. Otherwise, the secret technique would not have been successful and the backlash would not have been so serious.

He took a long breath and secretly felt that he was lucky. This time it was really dangerous. He didn't expect that this old man was so weird and impossible to guard against.

There are many strange people in the world, so you really have to be careful when traveling in the world. Sometimes good martial arts may not be useful, so he is secretly vigilant.

After glancing at the old man, Li Muchan slowly walked into the dark stone room.

The furnishings in the stone room are simple, with only a stone table, a stone couch, and an old yellow futon on the couch, and nothing else.

This old man is really like an ascetic. No wonder he has such pure spiritual power. One of the ways to obtain spiritual power is through asceticism.

He was suddenly attracted by a black Buddha statue on the case.

This black Buddha statue looked familiar. He thought for a moment that he had obtained a black Buddha in Crouching Tiger Temple. Although it was different from this black Buddha, its style, color, and technique were the same!

He walked to the case and looked carefully. The Black Buddha was a reclining Buddha. There was a person lying on a huge lotus. His body was stretched and relaxed. His eyes seemed to be open or closed. He had a mustache on his lips. He looked handsome and handsome.

Young is a young monk.

It is indeed different from his black Buddha statue, but it is full of charm, laziness and evil spirit, and there is no sense of solemnity and sanctity at all.

Li Muchan thought for a while, took two steps back, slowly raised his hand and made a move. The black Buddha fluttered into his hand, carefully put it into his arms, turned around and left the stone room.

After leaving the stone chamber, I pressed the button next to it. The stone chamber closed with a bang, and the surroundings returned to silence. It was as if nothing had happened, except for a pile of shining stones next to it.

He was not in a hurry to move out, and carried the two old men out of the cave. He returned along the original path and went to Qingniu Village. He threw the two men under the steps and sat in the main hall to think about the next step.

Qingniu Village was finally eradicated, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that the small Qingniu Village was hiding dragons and crouching tigers, and there were strange people hiding there. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have actually ended up here.

The biggest gain this time was not the stones or the treasure, but the black Buddha.

He slowly raised his head. A young man in a yellow shirt was standing at the entrance of the hall, staring at him coldly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to ***(***.***)
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