You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 658 Cause and Effect Backlash

The world was filled with a tense atmosphere, but there was an exception, an idle person, in an inconspicuous little stone.

Of course, this idler didn't look well either.

Chang Qing was placed almost limply on the long bronze table, allowing it to carry him towards the cave on the mountainside.

The long table is put to good use, not only as a table, but also as a bed.

Fortunately, looking at the situation outside, Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. Although there were constant unexpected events, after his corrections, the situation now developed as he expected.

Such a heavy blow to the body is worth it.

Earlier, when the huge demon claw fell, Changqing hurriedly got into the pendant.

At first, Chang Qing was still worried whether the formation could withstand the full force attack from the peerless man.

The formation was indeed shaky, with creaking sounds constantly echoing throughout the area. Unexpectedly, a ball of golden light between heaven and earth, like the sun, shone gently overhead, and the formation that made up the space suddenly became as solid as a rock, without even a sway.

Grandpa Zhao really left a lot of tricks~

Changqing was admiring as Jiaocang put him into the sarcophagus. Changqing planned to put an end to this matter and wanted to try whether he could use the terrifying power of the sarcophagus array to severely damage a demon lord.

But the formation didn't react at all. Even when the spiritual roots were summoned, there was no response at all, and it wouldn't even take the initiative to heal the wounds.

Changqing was discouraged and had to struggle to climb out of the sarcophagus again. After all, not everything went as planned.

Enduring the pain all over his body, he lay on the recliner with a grin on his face, and he was completely obedient...

Jiao Cang was silent on the side, and basically everything Chang Qing did fell into his eyes.

"Jiaocang, do you hate me?" Changqing suddenly asked.

This time, Jiao Cang quickly shook his head: "No, it's just a difference of standpoint. This is a war, not a joke."

He finally understood the meaning of the banner on the Changqing table: The world is bustling with people all for profit, the world is bustling with people all for fame.

This world is just a huge makeshift team, driven by profit. They are just waves in the torrent of the general trend, being pushed forward.

"Is that so..." Chang Qing was very tired, but he didn't dare to fall asleep. Two million demon souls died because of him.

I was afraid that the blood on my hands would never be washed off, and I was even more afraid of the fear in those people's eyes before they died.

He was afraid that if he closed his eyes he would be devoured by these resentful spirits.

After all, monks are still human beings. They can get hurt, feel helpless, and find it difficult to feel at ease.

The serious injury forced Ji Changqing's mind into sleep, and he seemed to have fainted. However, his floating and ferocious eyebrows seemed to be trapped in an endless nightmare.

Even if he changes his name, the cause and effect can still be found through the mysterious relationships and it is difficult to avoid.

Sometimes victory is not always a good thing, just like now, before enjoying the fruits of victory, it has been hit by the terrible backlash of cause and effect.

A million lives would be a psychological burden even for a powerful person, let alone a "simple college student" who traveled through time...

Jiao Cang soon noticed something was wrong with Chang Qing. He looked pale, with cold sweat pouring out of his face. However, a rare look of fear appeared on his calm face. He seemed to be in a state of dream and wakefulness, and he looked like he was in hysteria and unable to get rid of it.

Is this what I mean by combat trauma?

Jiao Cang didn't understand it before, but seeing Chang Qing's condition, and how he was still unable to rest in peace even in a coma, it seemed to be somewhat confirmed.

The reason why Changqing lost contact with his Dharma body was also discovered.

The Dharmakaya has an important task ahead and cannot be affected.

Jiaocang's huge tail slowly covered Changqing, bringing him a sense of warmth and peace of mind.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, when you wake up, it will be Ji Changqing’s rebirth.

……

The Great Demon Lord continued to explain everything, hoping to clear up all misunderstandings and prevent the demon clan from falling into a passive position.

But... it was still too late. Little Shark forcefully killed a human monk in the human territory under the gaze of countless people. It was hard to explain.

"Well, old man, how about I say a few fair words?" The voice suddenly exploded, as hot as the blazing sun, and all the powerful aura was easily suppressed in an instant.

No matter if they were Demon Lords or peerless people, they all restrained their breath and seemed to be extremely awed by the owner of the voice.

Except for one.

Shangguan Qiuying put her hands on her waist, pointed at the sky and began to curse: "You old beggar! Fair words? I think you are trying to take sides! People are dead, but you didn't stand up. Now you come out to be a peacemaker. Humph, don't you want to speak for the demon clan?!"

Chang Qing beside him had a doubt: old beggar?

Then a figure quickly appeared in his mind. Previously in Yingxu, when he slashed at several people through the coffin, he saw from afar a sloppy old man with a strong aura and tattered clothes hiding in the void.

Is that the old beggar? Feeling the restrained aura, Chang Qing felt that it must be this person.

"You little girl, your mouth is still so poisonous!"

The old beggar shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he had never gained any advantage over Shangguan Qiuying.

A beam of light covered Shangguan Qiuying's mouth, making her unable to speak.

"Things have gotten to this point, it's really serious. Although it's reasonable for that kid to borrow your sword power, it's still the power of a peerless person and shouldn't be used on the battlefield. It's the kid's fault. But the Demon Lord's action later can be considered justified.

But even so, the demon king of the demon race broke into the human territory and killed a human cultivator. This is already a violation of the rules; the demon race really needs to give an explanation to the human race. What do you think?"

The old beggar finished his words slowly, but his eyes swept over everyone, including the consciousness that was spying towards this place.

All people or monsters whose consciousness descended upon this place felt a sense of being watched sweeping over their bodies. It seemed like a negotiation, but in fact it was more like a threat.

The Great Demon Lord nodded, feeling helpless. This trip was truly a loss of both the wife and the army, but he had no choice but to agree. Who knows, the Eighteenth Demon Lord might become the Seventeenth Demon Lord. They had to take this loss.

Shangguan Qiuying finally broke free from the restraints on her mouth and loudly retorted: "Just an explanation? That was a life! Just brushing it aside like that? I don't accept it!"

"Hey~" As if sensing Shangguan Qiuying's determination, the old beggar appeared in front of Shangguan Qiuying the next moment.

The dry fingers pointed lightly at the deep valley, and countless points of spiritual light rose up, in the shapes of beasts, flowers and plants, but looking around, there was no spiritual light of any human being to be seen.

"How is this possible?!" Although Shangguan Qiuying knew the inside story, she still lamented.

Chang Qing was confused and looked surprised. Was there something there? It seemed that his cultivation was a little low and he couldn't see anything.

"Hiss~ Did the little guy escape?" The old beggar scratched his head, thinking it was impossible. It would take a lot of skill for someone to escape from the Demon Lord's men!

Even the Eighteen Demon Lords couldn't believe it. Did he really escape?

"No~ How is this possible?" The old beggar felt something was wrong. He stretched out his dirty and dry fingers. Countless mysterious and profound spiritual lights were on his knuckles. He started to calculate, but he only felt a darkness.

"Hey old man I don't believe it!"

The old beggar refused to admit defeat, and a mysterious aura continued to flow. He was drawn to the mystery, and complex Taoist patterns flowed, crawling into the void, looking for the cause and effect.