Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

In the small bamboo building.

Shen Shu sat cross-legged on the couch.

The formation shielded all movement and movement from the outside world, and there was no wind or sound.The book written by Ye Yunlan, the heart and tricks of breaking through the Nascent Soul stage, was quietly placed on the table.

The first step in retreat practice is to enter tranquility.

Shen Shu closed his eyes tightly, his hands on his knees trembled slightly, and the veins in his temples protruded.

He wants to break through the Nascent Soul as soon as possible, and go out to see the master.

But the more I think about it, the more difficult it is to calm my mind.

The ghosts and monsters in his mind screamed more and more frighteningly in the silent environment, which made him have a splitting headache.

Distorted darkness spread throughout the room, and every inch of the place that the sun couldn't reach, something was about to move.

He never told his master about these evil, filthy, and unknown things.

It's like he never told the other party that his?hands have never?never been clean.

Since he was born, because of his strange body, he has been rejected by his relatives and locked up in the cellar as a monster.

He didn't even know, when he was a child, who gathered above the cellar door and threw crushed stones, vegetable leaves and dead rats at him? Among those people, who was his? Parents.

Later?, they all died.

He stood in a pool of blood, and the uncontrollable power floated like catkins, causing his body, face, and vision to be covered in blood.

He was weak after the burst of power, and was taken away by the disciples of the Soul Refining Sect and refined into a puppet, put into the snake cave, disemboweled, and brought back to the Heavenly Sect by Liu Qing, where he was regarded as Dogs drive like that.

Later, they also died.

The two soul-refining sect disciples who brought him into the snake den were engulfed in the snake pile by his design, leaving no bones left.

One by one, the disciples in the Yaolu encountered accidents, and Liu Qing went crazy, all of which were his masterpieces.

He didn't tell Ye Yunlan any of this.

So when something strange appeared in his spirit, he didn't tell the other party.

Ye Yunlan hoped that he could get rid of his identity as a puppet and become a good Taoist cultivator, so he would do it.

Taoism's method emphasizes thinking about movement in stillness, letting nature take its course, doing nothing but doing everything, which is actually inconsistent with his mind and nature.

Somewhere, he had a feeling that if he went to practice the Nine Revolutions Heaven Demon Art that he had obtained before, his cultivation base would improve tens to hundreds of times faster than it is today.

But Ye Yunlan didn't like it.

Then he will not cultivate.

Shen Shu clenched his fists so that he would no longer tremble.

The blue veins throbbing in his temples were as tight as a bowstring. He was concentrating on suppressing the hostility in his heart, trying to find a trace of clarity from the pain that was breaking his soul.

After a long time, he finally fell into silence.

……

Cultivation has no time.

Time trickled by.

In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu's body was like a stone sculpture? Sitting cross-legged motionless, a thin layer of dust had already accumulated on his shoulders.

The spiritual energy in the body is running spontaneously, accumulating in the heart orifice, something seems to be coming out, but it is still a little bit off.

The cultivation base is already overflowing, but there is only one missing opportunity.

But, where is the opportunity to break through the Nascent Soul?

During his "deliberate suppression", all kinds of thoughts have been suppressed to the extreme, his spiritual consciousness is clear, and his Dao realm is clear. Emerge from within, in every detail.

The Nascent Soul is born from the heart, and appears according to the original heart.

Those who learn swords put their heart into swords, and those who practice martial arts are fond of swordsmanship, and they become infants through this. They are called sword infants and surgery infants. They are the most common of the three types of "Yuanying" in Taoism. two.

In addition to this, the third kind of Nascent Soul is the reflection of the practitioner himself.Practitioners are not limited to swords or techniques, or condense the Nascent Soul for strength, longevity, or other things, with different forms.

And what is his original intention? What should he look like?

Boundless searching and thinking, suddenly, in a flash, a few lines of words flashed across his heart on the stack of paper that Ye Yunlan gave him to break through the Nascent Soul.

The original heart is the original self, and the heart exists when there is a person.

It doesn't come? It doesn't go, it's there.

Let nature take its course, it will be impressive.

--I see.

Shen Shu let go of the suppression of thoughts.

As a result, the exercises, tricks, and swordsmanship moves in his mind faded away like a tide, and what was replaced was a figure - he saw someone flying like a white gull in the raging fire of the secret realm ?, picked him up and protected him in his arms; saw someone in the window sill of the bamboo building, with lowered eyes and downcast eyes, playing the piano with bare hands; saw someone leaning forward to hold his hand in the open space of the flower garden, and taught him swordsmanship; saw the night In the candlelight, there was someone holding a scroll in his hand, sitting by the bed, accompanying him to sleep...

All the figures are all people.

Shen Shu sat cross-legged on the couch, his face as tense as a statue gradually softened a bit, showing a bit of agility.

——It should have been understood a long time ago, his "true heart" is Ye Yunlan.

He cultivated immortality, not for heaven, not for earth, not for strength, not for longevity, but only for his master.

When the Nascent Soul emerged from the mouth of the heart, his body seemed to have escaped the shackles of the layers, his consciousness was flying, and he seemed to be able to touch the unspeakable path in the sky and the earth.

He looked inside his heart and saw a little jade man.

His whole body was full of fairy energy, his face was like the snow in the sky, he sat cross-legged in his heart's mansion, closed his eyes, as if he was meditating.

Shen Shu thought slightly, and the Nascent Soul opened its eyes and raised its head slightly, as if looking at him.

However, Shen Shu knows that Yuanying itself does not have its own soul and self-awareness, it is purely formed by his original heart, and it is the concrete form of his "immortal way". Although it can be manipulated by his consciousness, it is also ? Not a tangible life.

He looked at the little white figure sitting upright in the heart mansion, the black hair was soft and knee-length, which could barely cover the tight spots, and he was busy turning his mind to make it covered with a layer of spiritual energy. clothing.

? When he started to worry, if Ye Yunlan asked him about his Nascent Soul form after leaving the level, how should he answer.

Shen Shu was thinking about it, and was about to get out of the samadhi, when suddenly, the hostility that had been suppressed for a long time began to backlash crazily, and the undercurrent in his soul that had calmed down also began to surge——Shen Shu snorted, feeling suddenly I feel a dark fire burning in my heart and mouth, and the world becomes upside down and confused.

Before he could think about it, he fell into darkness in the constantly twisting and rotating world.

……

Tick.

He heard the sound of water.

His fingertips moved, and he wanted to get up, but he felt as if he had been run over by a chariot, his bones were shattered, and his tendons were broken.

hunger... thirst... pain...

Eyelids opened hard, but what I saw was a piece of darkness and confusion, endless heights, and no end.

This is a place where even the light of the sky cannot shine.

This is where?

The shrill sound of the wind is mixed with the howling of ghosts, as well as some creepy chewing sounds.

He suddenly saw two eyes glowing with faint blood, staring at him greedily, with a long tongue sticking out, and a figure looming in the darkness, distorted and not humanoid.

Tick.

Is it the saliva falling from the monster's mouth? Sound.

The monster approached, smelling the bloody smell in the air, and the huge figure was getting closer and closer to him, with the black devilish energy wrapped around it.

He wanted to get up, but couldn't move.

The monster stretched out its long tongue and licked his wound, the saliva fell on it, and the flesh made a "sizzling" sound of being corroded.

His pupils dilated and dilated, suddenly glowing with a bit of cruel scarlet.

—He can't? Die!

He still has to get out of here and find someone...very important.

Go find... who?

Before he could think about it, the darkness wrapped around his body suddenly launched an attack, penetrating the monster's heart.

Caught off guard, the monster let out a sharp howl, and its huge body fell beside him.

But he hadn't had time to relax, and soon there were new monsters approaching step by step.

Tick, tick.

tick tock tick tock tick tock...

Six pairs of blood-red eyes emerged from the darkness.

At the same time, there are more than a dozen "ghosts" glowing with green light flying over, whistling and dancing around his lying body, staring at him.

He manipulated the power of darkness with his mind to attack.

Yet these monsters and ghosts seem to be inexhaustible.

There are more and more monsters and ghosts attracted by the bloody smell of living people on his body, and he is gradually unable to do what he wants.

He gritted his teeth.

He can't?—can't? Die!

He still wants to go out and find someone...

Thirst and hunger made his head dizzy, and if he continued like this, he couldn't last long.

Is there something that can...

Difficult to turn his head, his scarlet eyes looked at the corpse of a monster with blood flowing beside him.

……

His body seemed to be a container for monsters by nature.

Every time a ghost or monster is swallowed, the power in the body will grow a little bit, and at the same time, a part of the soul that doesn't belong to him will flow into his mind.

The wounds on his body gradually healed.

He started to stand up and walk around in the dark.

He is getting stronger and stronger.

The ghost was caught by him in his hand and scattered, leaving only a blood-red soul stone, which was thrown into the mouth by him like a snack, chewing it crisply.

The flesh and blood of countless monsters was engulfed by the winding black shadow around him, turning into flesh and blood essence and melting into his body.

He stepped on the blood of monsters.

Countless thoughts and memories that did not belong to him melted into his mind, dozens? Hundreds, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

In the end, he couldn't remember exactly how much he swallowed.

Stepping on the thin blood on the soles of the feet, deep to the ankles, and finally turned into a vast river of blood.

There are countless monster corpses and ghost remnants howling in the blood river. He stands on a lone black boat, floating at the bottom of the dark abyss.

He stretched out his hand to grab it in the river, and the two ghosts were broken and turned into soul stones. He threw the soul stones into his mouth.

The soul stone melted in his mouth, and the sharp thoughts and memories of the remnant soul penetrated into his soul, but failed to make him frown.

There are too many remnant soul memories in his mind, and it doesn't matter if you add more.

He saw a familiar person in the memory of the remnant soul.

It is himself.

The bloody man was lying in the darkness like a dead body, and next to him were countless ghosts of monsters.

In the picture, I have red eyes and muttered in my mouth.

"Want?...Leave..."

He chewed the soul stone in his mouth slowly, and repeated? "Leave?"

"Yes, I want? Get out of here..."

He seemed to think of it all of a sudden, talking to himself.

"But get out of here... what do you want to do?"

……

He wears a bronze ghost face and sits on a high seat.

The torch burns on both sides, and the blue flames are dense.

Looking down, countless people knelt down to him, their bodies trembling.There was complete silence in the huge bronze palace, and a needle could be heard falling.

He leaned on the armrest of the seat with his elbows, rested his face on his palms, and said, "Are you...are you afraid of me?"

Everyone crouched on the ground in fear and fear, "How dare my subordinates!"

The man said in a trembling voice, "My lord's cultivation is unrivaled in the world. In only half a month, he brought all twenty sects of the Demon Realm under his command. I deeply admire you. I only wish to die for your lord and do the work of dogs and horses."

"Extremely! My lord turned out to be born out of nowhere, and ruled the Demon Sect. This is a world-shocking feat. It has already been called a giant of the Demon Dao of the era. We should look up to you!"

"With the ability of a lord, I will command the thousands of armies of the Demon Sect, intimidate the Dao Sect, and achieve great achievements for thousands of years. This is the thousand-year fortune of my Demon Sect!"

He listened to these people's compliments against their will with great interest, felt the evil thoughts and fears scattered around them, and found it interesting.

Compared to those under the Demon Abyss who only know how to kill and devour? The ghosts of monsters are much more interesting.

The praises are still coming and going.

But never? No one dared to look up at him.

When the voice subsided, he said.

"Now that I officially take over the Demon Sect, do you have anything else to ask?"

"What's the matter?" the old man said tremblingly, "Now my lord is already the master of the devil way, but we don't know... Your name is taboo?"

"Name taboo?"

He thought about it, and the name in his memory seemed to be very far away from him, so far away that he didn't bother to spend his energy searching through countless fragments of divine memory.

So it is said.

"I come from the Devil's Abyss, and I can command the group of demons, and I am the king of the devil's way..."

The dark blue flames reflected his tall figure in black clothes and the hideous grimace on his face.

He propped his face and said casually.

"From today onwards, you will call me Demon Lord."

The author has something to say: In the process of restoring memory.

Shen Shu advances to Nascent Soul and acquires skills: self-made master figure (bushi