But at this time, Bai Qingyi couldn't think about it so much.

He looked up at the boulder that had just been opened by himself, and saw that it was supported by several smaller stones.

The gap that had just been opened was not very large, but it was enough for a person to pass through the middle.

As if admiring his masterpiece, Bai Qingyi suddenly laughed, and then, one by one, jumped into the rushing rivers again.

What does he want to do?

Is it crazy?

Hehe, of course he's not crazy.

He just suddenly saw through the hidden mystery, and with the power of the water flowing under his feet, he finally broke out of the gap in the stone.

As his body slowly emerged from the mountain stream that he had seen before falling into the smoke of the two forgets, a soft ray of sunlight just fell on his slightly pale face.

At this moment, although this face is pale, haggard, and even slightly old, it is undeniable that it is a very majestic face.

And at this moment, a rare smile suddenly appeared on this very majestic face.

He finally got out of that damn Jizo.

Now, he's back in the outside world.

He lay on the water, his eyes not even blinking, staring at the sun, as if there was nothing more beautiful in the world than the sun.

It was as if a faint explosion had disturbed the silence in the darkness of the Jizo, but none of them moved.

Lan Yutang was still looking at the immortal jade flute in his hand that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, and his eyes didn't even blink.

Because at this moment, he didn't have anything else to show him except the immortal jade flute in his hand, or he couldn't see anything anymore.

The corridor was still dark, and the smell of blood was everywhere.

And lying next to him were two corpses.

In the blink of an eye, they were still two people alive, one claimed to take his life, and the other was not his friend, but he had finally fought side by side with him.

But now he has become a dead man.

So, time can change everything, it can erase all traces.

Therefore, he had to blink at the moment to look at the immortal jade flute in his hand, because he was afraid that something unexpected would happen in the next moment when he blinked his eyes.

Although his nickname is called the Immortal Jade Flute, many people want him to die, but he really doesn't want to see so many scenes of death.

Because a person who often faces death will truly understand how precious life is.

Thinking of this, Lan Yutang couldn't help but sigh.

Old Immortal looked at him, and the expression on his face didn't know whether he was laughing or sighing, so he shook it in front of him, patted him on the shoulder and said:

Haha, you young man is really interesting, I have lived for nearly 200 years, but I have never seen someone as emotional as you.

Lan Yutang didn't raise his head, still staring at his immortal jade flute, as if he wanted to make himself less emotional, but he really couldn't help but sigh, so he just said lightly: Oh?

The old immortal jumped up on a round stone, circled around it, and then, like a monkey, sat down, pointed to his nose and said aloud:

Haha, do you know that the way you look now is even uglier than your father who just died, oh, yes, little doll, who is your father?

Who taught you this good flute, and what was the tune just now? There seems to be infinite sadness hidden in it, as if it is helping those wandering spirits to extradite, and it seems to be destroying other people's minds.

Lan Yutang smiled bitterly, turned the jade flute in the palm of his hand, and said lightly: Actually, there is nothing to be sad about when my father dies, because I don't have a father and mother at all.

I couldn't die and took Xia Sheng's body aside, and then, I kept digging and digging on the ground with my hands, and it didn't take long to dig a grave pit.

He put Natsuka's body inside and covered it with earth.

Although this woman is not Shang Tianxiang, after all, she and Shang Tianxiang are strikingly similar.

Although he didn't know why she was pretending to be Shang Tianxiang, he didn't know why, when he saw her, the pictures with Shang Tianxiang twenty years ago would always flash in front of him.

Although he was imprisoned in this dark underground hiding because of Shang Tianxiang, he didn't know why, he didn't seem to hate her at all.

And after hearing Lan Yutang's words, he took the last handful of soil and covered it on the grave of Xia Sheng, turned around, looked at Lan Yutang, and then, looked at the old immortal, and said coldly:

Hehe, old immortal, did you hear what he said just now, it turns out that what I just saved was just a little wolf dog without a conscience.

The old immortal's eyes blinked a few times, as if he already knew the inside story of Lan Yutang's words, he shook his head at the fact that he couldn't die, and said:

Haha, I said you old boy who can't die, don't interrupt on the sidelines, is it okay to listen to what he says? When will you get rid of your problem of interfering in people's words?

Speaking of this, he continued to say to Lan Yutang: Hey, little doll, don't pay attention to that old boy who can't die, he is sick and deliberately scares you.

Can you tell me now, old man, why you don't have parents, are you like a monkey jumping out of a crack in a stone?

Lan Yutang stood up, walked to the corpse of Huo Longxie, inserted the immortal jade flute into his waist, and then, squatting down, he also dug it up with his hands.

And the speed at which he digs the pit is not much slower than that of dying.

After digging up and drinking the body of Huo Longxie, he got up and carried the body of Huo Longxie and threw it in, shook his head while burying the soil, and said: I'm sorry, I really have nothing to say.

These words immediately pushed the old immortal ten feet away, and then, his body swayed a few times, and he almost didn't fall off the stone.

couldn't die and looked at Lan Yutang, and then looked at the embarrassed old immortal, "hehe" laughed sly, looking gloating.

Oh, the old immortal is simply angry now, so angry that his beard is curled a few times, his ass is towering, and then, pointing at Lan Yutang's nose and saying loudly:

Ha, you bastard dog doll's little rabbit cub, you dare to be so rude to my old man, do you believe that I just need to wave my fingers, I can make you hit another poison that is a hundred times more powerful than the three days of floating life.

Moreover, I can assure you, not to mention that you can't die that old boy, even if you can't die his father, you can't solve it.

Haha, I'm scared now, haha, since I'm scared, then don't you say who your father and mother are, how did they die?

At this time, Lan Yutang had already buried Huo Longxie's body, and then found a rectangular stone around and checked it in his hand.

Then, as if pleased with its scale and weight, he stretched out his palm, cut it directly into the shape of a tombstone, and engraved a few words on it with his fingers: Tomb of Fire Dragon Xie.

After carving, he put it on the tomb that had just been buried, and muttered to the fire dragon Xie who was sleeping inside: Although you were my enemy everywhere in life, I can't bear to let you be in the wilderness after death.

If there really is an afterlife, let's be good friends in the next life, why do people have to fight and kill, why do people have to make you die? I don't understand, I really don't understand?

He took care of himself and said his own, and he didn't care about the old immortal at all.

I don't know if I didn't hear his question at all, or if I didn't care about anything anymore after witnessing the bloody scene just now.

What about being poisoned and dying, what can you do if the poison on your body is unraveled, and after you go out, it's not the same as fighting with people, fighting with people?

What's the meaning of that kind of life?

He was completely tired.