Old state

But what Yang Zigui didn't know was that after he entered the demon's eye, Ping Yi, who stayed where he was, had a stern expression on his face: "What do you mean by that turmoil back then, and what does it have to do with today?"

Xuanyuan looked at his anxious face with great interest, and said with a smile: "He is your avatar, if the soul is broken now, it will help you gather your soul and restore the power of the heyday, you guys Didn't a brainless demon god always respect power?"

The subtext is, you care so much about him, what is his intention?

Ping Yi didn't expect that her interrogation hadn't started yet, but she was left speechless by the other party's questioning.

He was silent for a moment, but avoided talking: "No matter what happened before, I will no longer pursue it, and those things are between you and me, and have nothing to do with that mortal. If there is retribution, it shouldn't be on him. Zhao Hui has become the king of ghosts, what else should he do?"

What he said was a secret, even Zhao Hui was involved, but the person on the other side seemed to know about these things, and he continued without surprise: "I said a long time ago, those things are over. How it exists now, I am afraid you have already discovered, for the sake of Kyushu, I can only do this." He pondered for a while, and then said: "These children all have their missions, and you also have your own things to do. "

Ping Yi didn't answer, she seemed to agree to what the other party said, reached out to ask Xuanyuan for something, and disappeared as soon as she turned around.

A mysterious transaction is going on here, while Yang Zigui is caught in a predicament of never seeing his way back.

This is indeed the evil eye, which can see the deepest nightmare in a person's heart.

He seems to have returned to the summer night when he was 16 years old.

The chirping of birds is crisp, the chirping of cicadas is lingering, and the night is like water, leaving mottled moon shadows on the century-old ancient trees of Wuhui Mountain.

A 16-year-old boy, with his head resting on his arms, walked mightily on the path in the forest, thinking about the trick he learned during the day.

He is extremely talented, and he can be said to be a genius in the sky during his journey in martial arts.But the martial arts of the Devil's Cult, to a certain extent, seem to have surpassed the physical limits of ordinary people. When practiced to the extreme, they can travel [-] miles a day and soar through nine heavens.

This is a big temptation for the young man, so whenever he is troubled by his martial arts, he will imagine the achievements that will transcend the world in the future, and feel full of motivation again.

Yang Zigui followed behind him, and the ups and downs of the two of them every time they raised their feet were exactly the same.Gradually, he also recalled the state of mind he had walked on this road many years ago.

When I was a teenager, I was always full of vigor, and my heart was full of joy every day.

But every teenager has to grow up.

And Yang Zigui grew up in exchange for everything he had.

On the top of Wuhui mountain, the blood stained the ground three feet red. Everyone here was not spared. The blood and fire completely shattered the boy's dream. He seemed to have grown into a man overnight.

It turned out that there was such a loud sound when the sword slashed across the neck.

He was hidden by his master, but he still heard the cry from his soul when the old man died.

It is always said that he is a genius, but he is not. He is just a waste. When his family is destroyed, he can't do anything.

More than ten years later, Yang Zigui looked at everything in front of him.At that time, he could only hear the sound while hiding in the secret room, but now it has been filled with pictures, just presented in front of his eyes.

Those people set fires everywhere in the Demon Cult in order to find the most domineering cheats in the legendary martial arts, Qian Kun Jue.That book is the treasure of the demon sect's town religion, it is enshrined under the rank of the patriarch, and it is a treasure that every demon sect disciple who starts to practice martial arts must pay homage to Shangxiang.

Seeing the hope of dominating the martial arts world, the self-proclaimed decent people, the ecstasy on their faces and the ferocious desire and desire in their eyes, weaved into a model of "beasts in clothes and clothes".

And that skinny old man hid his favorite disciple in the secret room under the ranks. He stood alone in front of the patriarch, and he stood himself as a guidepost under the mountain of no return.

Demon sect, suppress the world, hide demons, come and go, never return, only death but no life.

He used his own life to defend the beliefs of the Devil's Cult. This death was a well-deserved death with no complaints or regrets.

The only thing he can't let go of is his young apprentice.

He looked in the direction of the secret room, his eyes were full of grief and reluctance, and he turned his head, looking at the countless "sharp weapons" of the so-called "Heroes of the Righteous Way" who were slashing at him. There is only contempt and disgust left.

Even if he was martyred at this time, he still looked down on these so-called "decent families" who swarmed up!

But Yang Zigui, who was locked in the secret room, heard the sound of blood gushing, and was full of anger at first, but when he found out that the one who was about to die was his master who he thought was omnipotent and regarded him as his own father, fear appeared on his face .For the first time, fear appeared on the face of the fearless young man.

Yang Zigui's eyes gradually turned blood-colored. He pulled out the soft sword from his fan, gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

He has always had an obsession in his heart: If I was stronger then, would I be able to protect everyone?

With one pick, he precisely crossed the enemy's neck, and with a hook, the left arms of the three people on the opposite side were severed. With the horizontal sword in front, he slashed down fiercely, splitting the person in front of him in two from head to toe...

Every enemy here, he remembers, in Qindi Mountains, he killed half of them, and the other half, he spent ten years to get revenge on them, making them lose everything and die with nothing.

Every drop of blood in it is his hatred.

But now, he no longer needs those means of torture, just kill them and keep the home in his heart, that's all.

His hatred couldn't dissipate, but he clearly knew that those were just a dream.Now, it is also a dream.

As the number of enemies decreased, this piece of the mountain of no return also slowly, slowly dissipated with the wind.

Yang Zigui put the soft sword back into his fan, and looked at the last person in this illusion, his master.

The old man who had never had a smiling face in his life still had a stinky face, looking him up and down: "Stinky boy, you don't understand at all, what is the purpose of practicing martial arts? You have to bear it, don't hate it, and protect it. Sigh , You are really a rotten piece of wood, you cannot be carved." The old man said and walked away.

Yang Zigui watched the figure disappear into the distant darkness obsessively, lowered his head and thought, if the heart demon's eyes hide the deepest nightmare in the heart, it shouldn't be such an illusion, there must be him in it Nowhere found.

what is it then?

He suddenly remembered that the words that the master said before he left did not suddenly appear in the illusion, but the master told him that day before the catastrophe of the demon sect.

The master hid him in a secret room and said to him: "You have been smart since you were young, and the master doesn't want to discipline you too much. You just need to remember that you have to bear the burden of the devil's religion. You learn martial arts to protect what you think is important. , don’t do anything for hate, for protection.”

After that, what happened, related to the situation of the evil eye outside, Yang Zigui reluctantly separated himself from the grief, and watched everything with a cold eye.

Those righteous people, because of the secret book they are about to get, carry "joy" and "desire" in their hearts. In order to protect the demon sect and protect him, the master carries "sorrow" and "evil" towards those people, and When he was young, he carried the "fear" of his master's imminent death and the "anger" of those people.

The heart demon eye is divided into joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire. Calculated in this way, what is still lacking is love.

Love is the most difficult emotion, and the most important thing is the word "true". The reason why "love" does not appear in this demon is probably because these are dreams given to him by others, not real life. exist in.

To whom should his love be given?

Yang Zigui clenched his fan tightly, remembering that he seemed to have called that person many names: child, patriarch, apprentice, Caiqiong, but he was never called Guixu.

Even if his whole life was just to be made into a pill to nourish that person's body, at this juncture, he only thought of that one person, the one who maintained him and the world, that one person... The person he remembers in his heart, the one he is willing to give everything to.

Return to the ruins.