The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Luo Mingchuan felt that if he fell off the cliff, there would be a Meteorite Abyss below him, so no matter what, he would not be able to survive.

And all of this is too real, the severe pain in the heart, the loss of blood, the cold body, and the strong wind, it is not like a dream at all.

People in the world say that Meteor Star Abyss is a place where light cannot enter, and it is a warning left by the way of heaven to human beings after the catastrophe.

Perhaps only those who stand at the top of the world know what lies beneath the abyss.

But he found that he still had the consciousness of being alive.It's just that all the pain in the body can no longer be felt.

The soul has not dissipated, it is still in the body.

But like a bystander, he could watch the wisps of death energy condense into substance under the dark abyss, and began to devour his own corpse.

Only then did he know that there really are monsters that were born in the land of evil spirits and devour flesh and blood in this world.

Unexpectedly, the body that had lost its breath opened its eyes again.

The pupils are as black as ink, like a meteorite abyss that can't be seen to the bottom at a glance.Not an iota of human emotion.

Luo Mingchuan's heart suddenly turned cold.His intuition told him that he absolutely didn't want to see the following things.

Sure enough, his body stood up.

Then he opened his mouth and ate those monsters.

He kept devouring, his expression changed from indifference to satiety, as if he had been hungry for thousands of years, and finally ate the food he wanted again.

This body is no longer human.

As he walked under the abyss, more and more monsters gathered around him, and some of them had already opened their minds and crawled under his feet.After he was full, he gave the excess power to these monsters.

There is no day and night in Meteor Abyss, and I don't know how long time has passed.He waved his sleeves to create a strong wind, and his figure soared upwards, bringing countless monsters out of the abyss.

On the edge of the cliff, thousands of magicians are waiting.The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the different banners of the palace emblem, hunting and flying in the west wind.Looking from a distance, it is dark and dense, and the edge cannot be seen.

He stands before ten thousand people.The sun and stars are hidden, the mountains are invisible, and the zodiac palaces of the devil are all surrendered.

Everyone knelt down one by one like a sea tide, and parted the majestic avenue for him to pass through, shouting loudly, "Welcome the return of my lord——"

At this moment, Luo Mingchuan finally knew that the most terrifying thing was not that his junior didn't believe him.

But he was a monster himself.

Grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp.

Will bring destruction and evil to the world.

Boundless despair overwhelmed him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of a huge mirror.

His pale face was reflected in the mirror.However, the edges and corners of the facial features are sharper, and the expression is arrogant and indifferent.

The wide sleeves of the black robe hung down, intricately embroidered with golden runes.Just standing there gives birth to an unstoppable brilliance.But the light of darkness.

Luo Mingchuan calmed down, and he said, "You are not me."

The voice of the man in the mirror was low, "Why not?"

Luo Mingchuan said, "I'm not a Demon Lord."

"Who believes it?"

"Letter from the younger brother."

The man in the mirror smiled, "He doesn't believe it, otherwise he wouldn't want to kill you. Think about it carefully, why did he set up the killing array of 'Yinghuo Shouxin' in the Zixiao Secret Realm?"

"It's just a misunderstanding. The younger brother was bewitched by others, and he went astray with too much obsession... It was originally my fault."

"Ridiculous. Do you think that what you asked with the Jialan pupil technique is the truth? He shouldn't have known that you knew the pupil technique, but why wasn't he surprised at all in the Buddhist hall of Xingshan Temple?"

really.He never told his younger brother.

Because this technique is a bit weird, even if it is a competition at the Flower Folding Festival, he is urging it without the outside world knowing.It was the first time he used it in front of his junior brother in the Buddha Hall, but his junior brother said first, "It's nonsense! Jialan pupil technique is your method of Xingshan Temple!"

It shouldn't.

The person in the mirror laughed again, his laughter sounded like a demonic voice, "You don't know yet, nothing happened on the night you graduated from the school. If you don't believe me, I can send you back to see for yourself... It's just you Junior brother, he will use a more powerful way to deceive people, just make you feel that you are sorry for him."

Luo Mingchuan also smiled this time.

He realized that his thoughts just now were restrained by this man's words, which was really absurd.He held the Shenzhou sword in his hand, and the Lingtai became much clearer in an instant.

Seeing him holding a sword, the man in the mirror didn't take it seriously, "You think you can kill me..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Mingchuan drew his sword and pierced his heart!

Hot blood spurted out!

"How about my junior brother, you are not qualified to say."

"Whoa-"

The mirror is shattered.

The temple reappears.

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Yin Biyue felt that he could barely move because the world was spinning around him, but the next moment he realized that it was not at all.

Instead, he was picked up horizontally and walked towards the inner hall behind the main hall.

All the way, the candle flames were shining brightly, falling on the face of the man, revealing a shadow under the thick eyelashes.

The cold body temperature seems to seep into the bone and blood.Always remind him that even if he has a similar face, this person is not a senior.

The arms of senior brothers are very warm, whether they are drunk at night or supporting each other under the scorching sun, they will always be like a warm spring sun.

In the inner hall, there are many shark gauze curtains hanging down, it seems that the smoker is still lit, and the faint smoke floats in the air.

If this is a dream, it would be too real.

Yin Biyue felt infinite panic at this moment.

What if he died in the Buddhist hall, and now he traveled to another world again?

A world without seniors.

The white jade bed behind the gauze was cold and hard, but the man's movements were very gentle. When he put the man on it gently, he was about to place a fragile treasure.

Even so, he could still feel the resistance of the person in his arms, so he laughed softly, "You don't want to?"

The voice was so familiar, Yin Biyue raised his eyes suddenly, and bumped into a pair of warm amber eyes.

Clear and inclusive, like a peaceful lake.

He couldn't help calling out, "Brother..."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on the man's face became strange, and his pupils returned to their original black color. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Senior Brother? Hahahaha, Master Yin is so interesting."

He bent over Yin Biyue's neck, his tone was tender but full of cruel malice,

"Your brother is dead, you killed him yourself."

"Don't you remember? On the edge of Meteor Abyss, the sword pierced the heart. It is accurate and steady. I admire it."

Yin Biyue opened his eyes wide in shock, "I killed... senior brother..."

Then he was suddenly relieved that this was not a new world.

Maybe it's just an illusion in the Buddhist hall.

The other party was still saying something, but he couldn't hear it anymore.

With a thought, the long sword was unsheathed, and blood gushed out.

In the end he said, "Regardless of the dream or the phantom formation, the one who will kill the brother is definitely not me."

He opened his eyes and saw the decayed ancient beam above his head.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Mingchuan was lying on the side, opening his eyes to look at him at the same time.

After experiencing all kinds of despair and pain before, the gaze at this moment, with the great joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, is enough to dazzle people.

Yin Biyue didn't realize what he had done until he heard his senior brother's muffled groan.

Although it was a hug, but because of the height difference, it was more like he suddenly threw himself into Luo Mingchuan's arms.

It's just... so rude!

He hurriedly tried to get up, but couldn't.

Because this time, Luo Mingchuan didn't let go, but also hugged him.

The familiar breath and temperature enveloped him involuntarily.

Yin Biyue thought, maybe... the senior brother also experienced some very painful things.

He reached out and patted his brother on the back lightly.

This kind of behavior like comforting a child made Luo Mingchuan dumbfounded, and lost his mind for a moment.He also smiled and patted his simple junior brother.

After a while, the two quickly became vigilant, got up and looked at the whole Buddhist hall again.

It's still the same as when it came.But they knew now that no weirdness is the greatest weirdness.

So the two of them stood on the spot, with their true energy stimulated to the extreme, but they didn't take another step.

"Brother, what did you see before?"

"...It doesn't matter. When I wake up now, I know it's all fake. Brother, no matter what you see, you must believe that we will never turn our backs on each other."

In Yin Biyue's heart, a bright FLAG instantly stood up!

What did you do!

Based on my rich experience of watching humanoid background boards over the years, if I don't make it clear now, big things will happen in the future!

How many male and female protagonists were tortured to death because of a misunderstanding, tragic BE? !

How many good gay friends turned against each other because they felt that there was no need to explain more? !

Tell me, what is the most important thing in a happy life! !

That's right!

Bundle!talk!explain!clear!

Saying important things three times is not enough! !

He immediately became serious, "Brother, if we really believe in each other and won't question each other because of the illusion of nothingness, we should speak out. Exchange information so that there will be no misunderstanding in the future."

Luo Mingchuan looked into the young man's clear eyes, and he found that his junior was far more intelligent than him in this matter.

"you're right."

Avoiding and forgetting are not the best way.

So he talked about the illusion just now, and Yin Biyue kept listening with a heavy expression.

In the end, he comforted his junior brother, "I know very well that you are not the one who killed me with the sword, so I am not sad." However, he pondered for a moment, "But if there are really monsters under the Meteor Abyss..."

Yin Biyue understood what he meant.

Neither he nor Luo Mingchuan knew what was under Meteor Abyss.

The hallucinations that confuse the mind cannot be created out of thin air, but are the projections of the inner subconscious.Maybe it's the thing I'm most afraid of.

If there are things that are not within the scope of cognition, such as the fact that there are monsters, then it is likely that this is not an illusion.

It is a projection of future destiny.

Will he kill Luo Mingchuan in the future?

impossible.

Yin Biyue calmly said, "Brother, I also saw a person with a face similar to yours. He said that I killed you. But we both know that this is impossible. And neither of us is what we saw in our dreams. It means that perhaps fate has changed."

After Luo Mingchuan said it, he felt relieved. Hearing Yin Biyue's words, he felt more at ease, "Yes. If it's an illusion, then it's fake. If it's fate, then let it change."

The clouds are no longer there, and the joy is full.

Just like when he pulled his junior brother and jumped into the abyss at Xingshan Temple, the fleeting sense of familiarity surged up again.

Luo Mingchuan's eyes fell on the Buddha statue facing him.Pupils turn black.The Jialan pupil technique is pushed to the extreme.

Gaze is invisible.

But at this moment, Yin Biyue suddenly felt the majestic coercion.

He even felt that if he was the one being stared at, his muscles and bones would be crushed in severe pain.

But the Buddha is a dead thing, how can it be painful?

Shockingly, the dilapidated Buddha statue, which had accumulated dust for a long time, actually began to change.

The remaining gold paint peeled off, revealing the original dark brown stone body, and then from eyelids to fingertips, every inch of gray stone on the body was broken into pieces.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the Buddha statue opened its eyes.

Perhaps it cannot be said to be a Buddha, but a dry monk.

The cassock is eclipsed, but the Dharma is solemn.