The scattered Mandala lamps finally attracted many monks.
"What's going on?"
However, Grandma Luo's face had turned completely ugly, even though Yue Xicheng on the opposite side had been restricted by the formation rules here.
"Young man, it's better not to be too arrogant."
The moment the mandala lamp fell to the ground, the wick inside turned into spiritual light and dissipated. Looking at the mandala lamps all over the ground, Grandma Luo took a deep look at Yuexi City, then her figure flashed and disappeared.
After the spiritual power subsided, Yue Xicheng felt that the restraints on him had disappeared.
The Mandala lamp thrown away by Grandma Luo was still lying alone on the ground.
The feeling of being attacked back by the formation was not pleasant, and the hands under the sleeves were trembling slightly.
However, looking at the messy lights, Yue Xicheng's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he slowly lowered his body.
Reach out and gently pick up the lamps one by one.
But the moment my hand touched the lamp, I felt a scorching heat coming from it.
The air around seemed to be distorted at that moment.
"Boy! Let go! This lamp is stained with the fire of soul cultivators' karma!"
Yue Lao's words echoed in his sea of consciousness, but Yue Xicheng did not let go.
The pain is not just physical, but also mental.
"You're going to get hurt!"
The bloodshot in Yue Xicheng's eyes grew increasingly intense. The pain in his body and soul, as well as the discomfort in his chest, made it seem as if he couldn't breathe.
Obsession...
Of course, he knew the hardships involved, and he also knew the final outcome. He just had a glimmer of hope in his heart...
If he practiced hard and became stronger, if she felt his companionship and dedication, if she was still alive after taking revenge...
Too many things have become his obsession.
I don't know where the love comes from, but it is so deep...
But there seemed to be no end in sight. When these things were exposed, looked down upon by everyone, and rejected by the world, Yue Xicheng felt a pressure in his chest, almost suffocating him...
"Let go!"
Feeling the shock of Yue Xicheng's soul, Yue Lao was shocked and angry.
When did the Yue family become so infatuated with so many people?! In the past... Now...
The surrounding air vibrated even more violently, and it seemed that the formation was about to backfire again.
A hand suddenly pushed away the lamp held by Yue Xicheng.
Feeling the familiar breath, Yue Xicheng's hostility suddenly stopped.
At this moment, he was actually a little nervous. He obviously wanted to appear in front of her, but now he was too timid to look her in the eye.
Shen Qingyi frowned as he looked at Yue Xicheng who lowered his head and said nothing.
The ground is covered with mandala lamps.
Many monks have gathered around the persistent Yuexi City.
Shen Qingyi frowned, bent down, stretched out his hand, and was about to pick up a Mandala lamp.
"Don't touch it!"
Yue Xicheng's pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly, fearing that the soul cultivator's karmic fire would hurt her.
However, Shen Qingyi moved quickly. The moment he touched the Mandala Lamp, the karma fire around the lamp automatically shrank back and did not hurt Shen Qingyi at all.
Grandma Luo, who was walking briskly, couldn't help but pause...
Shen Qingyi quickly picked up all the lamps and smacked his lips.
These energies actually flowed into her body automatically just now.
He packed up the lamp and placed it in Yue Xicheng's arms.
Although I don’t know why Senior Brother Yue is so obsessed with these lamps, I wonder if it is because he has discovered the special features of these lamps.
Yue Xicheng stared blankly at the lamp in his arms.
"Qing...I...I..."
Shen Qing straightened his waist and looked at Yuexicheng with indifferent eyes.
"Fellow Daoist, please do not disturb the order of Huangquan Dreamland. Farewell."
Looking at Shen Qingyi turning around and leaving again, Yue Xicheng finally came back to his senses.
Feitian also opened his half-closed eyes in Shen Qingyi's arms. As they got closer, he could vaguely feel that something was wrong with Yue Xicheng.
There were subtle fluctuations of Lingdao Sect's skills on the male cultivator's body.
"Your senior brother, doesn't he like you?"
Pankong's voice echoed, carrying with it a hint of gossip.
The previous second, he was still discussing the little girl's emotional issues, and the next second he saw Yue Xicheng holding the Mandala Lamp tightly.
Apart from being used to pray for marriage, that's all the energy that the lamp has.
He is not Shen Qingyi, and judging from his aura, the martial arts he practices must be somewhat special, so he probably cannot absorb that energy.
So if we remove the energy, isn’t that just marriage?
Besides, that male cultivator had been following them all the way. Apart from Shen Qingyi, the only other person on the spaceship was her master. It was impossible that... he liked her master, right?
Shen Qingyi paused and frowned slightly.
"Don't talk nonsense."
She knew that after the Yue family in Yuexi City was wiped out, his temperament had changed greatly, and now the murderous aura in his body was even stronger.
The image of Yue Xicheng with a smile on his face when he was young appeared in my mind.
How could the damage left in his heart by the tragic murder of his entire family that caused all this be small?
So, how could someone with a heart filled with hatred and a desire for revenge think about anything else? What about love?
Shen Qingyi dragged a lamp in his hand and walked towards the highest observation deck in the Yellow Springs Dreamland.
More and more lights were lit around, and the sea of flowers became more and more dreamy, attracting more monks to stop and watch.
Finally we reached the highest observation deck. Looking down, we saw the ground covered in red and flashing lights. The raised lamps made the surroundings even brighter, with the red and gold complementing each other.
The wind blew, and looking at the tall lamppost standing on the side, Shen Qingyi also followed the monks and moved the lamp in his hand forward.
In an instant, the wick in the lamp was lit, and a burst of energy spread from the lamp.
A little girl nearby saw that she was still holding onto the lantern and couldn't help but remind her.
"Fellow Daoist, make a wish quickly and release the lantern!"
Shen Qingyi glanced sideways slightly.
"Fellow Daoist, hurry up. It is said that this is the most effective time to make a wish."
Shen Qing nodded and thought about it.
Close your eyes and slightly raise the corners of your mouth.
"God of the Underworld, if you can hear my prayer, please let..."
Shen Qingyi blocked Pan Kong. Although Pan Kong was also a little curious, he did not ask any more questions.
The lamp in the palm of his hand became hotter and hotter, and the light it emitted became brighter and brighter.
Finally, Shen Qingyi released the Mandala lamp in his hand, and the lamp slowly flew upwards.
"God of the Yellow Springs Dream, if you can hear my prayers and forgive Yuexicheng's rudeness just now, please let..."
Some monks nearby were amazed when they saw Yue Xicheng lighting so many lamps by himself.
A male cultivator couldn't help but joked.
"Fellow Daoist, you really are longing for a marriage!"
I looked Yue Xicheng up and down and found that he was wearing a mask. I couldn't help but wonder, is it because he is too ugly?
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