Chapter 656 Where Is the Original Intention?

Too many people died in the army of Prince Chang's Mansion, hundreds of powerful people in the divine realm, and even several immortal generals. How rich is this blood?

After the blood pill is completely absorbed, the second pill pattern has appeared above it, and the blood pill cultivation base can be upgraded to the second-pattern golden pill just after the blood pill calamity, this is the truly terrifying place of blood cultivation!

As long as you give them enough blood, they can grow up quickly and without a limit, without worrying about the instability of their realm!

If the Shura clan in the underworld is a natural fighting clan, then the blood cultivators are a clan that exists for killing, and in a sense, they are even more hated than the demon clan.

Lin Lang put away the blood pill and landed beside the young man brought from the field, he couldn't help saying: "You are calm, you are not afraid after seeing such a bloody scene."

Lin Lang did remember that the young man was named Guo Yifan, an orphan who grew up eating hundreds of meals, and was able to survive until now thanks to the kindness of the villagers.

In the previous battle, Guo Yifan stood in the distance and watched the battle. Apart from vomiting for a while, he was able to deal with it calmly, which was a bit scary.

"Why should I be afraid? Shouldn't I be happy?" Guo Yifan asked back, "They destroyed Guojia Village, and they deserve death."

Lin Lang glanced at Guo Yifan, but didn't speak. This boy is very unusual, and his temper is surprisingly stubborn.

The nigger and others came to thank him for saving his life.

One of them, wearing a cow-head mask, said with a smile: "I can't show the grace of saving my life. I didn't bring anything valuable this time. I will definitely give you a big gift someday. Thank you for your kindness today."

Lin Lang glanced lightly.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the second time we met, so there's no need to talk about the scene." Lin Lang glanced at the fairy wearing the bull's head mask.

Hearing this, the person coughed dryly, and then tore off the mask on his face. This person was Wang Laoqi.

"Master Lin, you recognize this." Wang Laoqi coughed in embarrassment. On the other hand, the nigger's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "I never thought that my brother would have a relationship with my benefactor. It really is the cause of the future, and the result of today."

"Lao Qi is not very good at talking, benefactor, forgive me." The black ghost laughed, paused, and then said: "To be honest, a few days ago I took my brothers from the blood-stained hall to lay down a place called the famous The third-class sect called the Panlong Sect was accidentally discovered by Chang Wangfu, and they searched everywhere for us."

As soon as the words fell, the nigga waved his big sleeve, and a gust of wind blew up, and all kinds of treasures poured out from the cuff, forming a treasure mountain of jewels.

Spirit stones, talismans, magic weapons and sharp weapons are all available.

"These are the treasures of the Beaulieu Sect's inventory. There are also a few interesting gadgets inside. You can choose them at will. Although they are not as good as the lives of the few of us, they are still considered as my kindness." " said the nigger.

Lin Lang glanced at it, but didn't pay attention. He just picked out a broken fifth-order spirit sword and a few small things to keep, and didn't take the rest away.

The Panlong Sect is only a third-rate sect, and the strongest might not exceed Jiuwen Renxian, so there will be no precious treasures.

Lin Lang picked out a golden bead and threw it into Guo Yifan's hands casually: "It's for you, as long as you crush the bead, it will keep you alive for a short time."

Guo Yifan stared at Lin Lang deeply, then put the gold beads into his pocket, without saying a word or thanking him.

"This child is a villager of Guojia Village, and his family was slaughtered by the soldiers of Prince Chang's Mansion. You have nothing to do with this matter." Lin Lang said calmly, "I don't have any demands. I will leave this child to you to take away. If I hear that he has been wronged at all, ask you."

This child had a poor life experience, and the folks who raised him died in the war. How could a lonely child survive in a world full of monks.

Just like his name, Guo Yifan is a mortal through and through. If he didn't have the guidance of a famous teacher and the great opportunity, he might not have the chance to cultivate immortals in this life.

Although Lin Lang sympathized with this child very much, he was very similar to his mortal self, but it was far from the level where he would accept him as an apprentice when he saw his own shadow.

So he chose to hand Guo Yifan over to the Sanxue Tang, at least it was much safer than staying by his side.

"Don't worry, the matter started because of me. Even if you don't tell me, I will arrange for him the rest of his life." The nigger patted his chest and said, "I have never married a nigger, and I have no children under my knees. Today I adopted him as my adopted son."

"Would you like to?"

The black ghost looked at Guo Yifan. Lin Lang's eyes also fell on the latter. Recognizing a Jiuwen Immortal as his father is equivalent to a third-rate sect's direct disciple, and the benefits are unimaginable.

It's a perfect ending.

"I do not want to."

Guo Yifan was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head.

"I can't leave for the time being. The folks in Guojia Village raised me up, but now I died tragically under the knife. It is unrighteous not to collect their corpses. I will stay and collect their bones for them, and I will keep my filial piety for three years."

"It's okay, it's not impossible for me to pick you up again in three years' time."

The black ghost made a sound, but he was interrupted by Guo Yifan. Guo Yifan fixed his eyes on the black ghost, and said coldly: "Isn't the tragedy in Guojia Village because of you? Although you didn't get bloody, the deaths of the villagers are directly related to you. It's ridiculous that you are so kind-hearted now and want to take it away." Am I a righteous son?"

"If I admit it, how is it different from admitting a thief as my father? It's really unfilial, how can I be worthy of my fathers and folks under the nine springs?"

Guo Yifan burst into tears as he spoke, and he couldn't help asking angrily: "Could it be that monks can do this?"

Is it a disregard for human life? Why should we mortals pay for the disputes between monks? "

"Please leave, Guojia Village does not welcome any monks."

Guo Yifan turned his back, his frail body was like a weed in the wind, swaying, and went to the battlefield with infinite sorrow, and really went to collect the corpses for the villagers.

Although the villagers are all dead, their heads are still preserved.

After a pause, Guo Yifan stopped, turned his back to the three and said the last sentence: "Thank you!"

I don't know who I said this thank you to, maybe it was to Lin Lang, thanking him for saving his life, or maybe it was the grace of revenge, or the grace of treating him kindly.

Lin Lang fell silent and couldn't help thinking. He has been completely influenced by everything in the world of cultivating immortals until now, and has become cold-blooded, indifferent, good at calculating, and can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

So is he still sticking to his heart?