God, he quietly likes this seat

The east was about to turn white, the sun pierced through the dark clouds in the sky, and there was a light blue halo foreshadowing the dawn, Yan Huaizhou opened his eyes at this moment.

Zhong Ling was pressed into the sleeping point by him, and he was still resting his head on his arm, sleeping soundly.He gently carried Zhong Ling off the roof and placed him on the bed in the hut.

Before Zhong Ling woke up, Yan Huaizhou had already tucked up the quilt for him, kissed his hair softly, and walked out of the room slowly.

Without hesitation, he went straight to Qingxinyuan after leaving the yard, and after a few ups and downs, he was already standing at the gate of Qingxinyuan.

However, there was no one in Qingxin Garden, and the Moshu River that disappeared that night did not reappear. Yan Huaizhou searched carefully in the garden, and finally found a runestone fragment that still had the spiritual power of Moshu River.He held the fragment in thought for a long time, put it close to his chest, and returned to the avenue of people coming and going in Yuluan Palace.

On this road, he saw those familiar faces again.

——The disciple in the palace who often fought with him, the elder of Chengxun Hall who glared at him, and the beautiful senior sister who died in the battle between immortals and demons.Their faces were clear and their expressions were vivid, but they were exactly the same as the ones he had seen a few days ago, without any difference.

He walked towards one of them, drew Xiaoyao's knife from behind and slashed at him.But that person seemed to have never seen him at all, without any unnecessary movements, and without the slightest resistance, he disappeared under the blade without a sound and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

All three in a row.Yan Huaizhou noticed a strange thing - he beheaded the children of the palace under the watchful eyes of everyone, not only the people he beheaded did not respond, but the rest of the people around him were also indifferent!

The originally vague guesses were connected one by one in his mind, and Yan Huaizhou was enlightened, and Mao Sai suddenly realized that not everyone can communicate with him like Zhong Ling and Mo Shuhe, but just some unconscious low-level puppets!

Now that he was enlightened, he no longer hesitated, poured all the spiritual power of his body on the Xiaoyao Dao, and shouted: "——Broken!"

Following this low shout, violent hurricanes suddenly surged around him as the center of the circle, and the pitch-black blade with a devastating force slashed towards the void, twisting a huge swirl from the void.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the illusory time and space in front of him was torn out a terrible crack by his full blow. Yan Huaizhou saw that there was a turning point, and rushed towards the crack without thinking, but at this moment, suddenly appeared in the crack. A figure.

That figure jumped towards him in the air, and said anxiously: "—Wan Feng!"

It was Zhong Ling.

Yan Huaizhou paused, stunned, the boulder on his chest fell to the ground suddenly, he went forward to greet him and said cheerfully: "A Ling?! Why are you here!"

The crack disappeared in an instant, Zhong Ling stood firm on the ground, and said happily to him: "That's great, I knew I could always find you!"

……

The avenue in the center of Yuluan Palace has been completely destroyed by this blow, dissipated without a trace, and turned into nothing but emptiness.The two left this place and found another pavilion in the illusion to sit. Yan Huaizhou couldn't hold back his doubts and asked, "A Ling, where are you these days, and why did you suddenly appear here?"

Zhong Ling obviously had a lot to say to him: "It's very strange to say, after I entered this phantom formation, I saw the master from many years ago. Because I really have no clue, I can only tell everything and ask Master's method of breaking the formation. How about you, have you ever encountered anything?"

Yan Huaizhou asked suspiciously: "Wait, you also saw Master? What did Master tell you?"

Zhong Ling said: "Master told me that we must destroy the formation eyes one by one before we can get out of trouble. I followed what Master said, and after destroying the formation eyes, I received a voice transmission from spiritual consciousness, saying, 'The magic formation is broken! , Treasure out', but before I could understand the meaning of this sentence, a crack appeared under my feet. I didn't notice it for a while, stepped on the air and fell down, and then I saw you."

The ecstasy at the first sight faded away, Yan Huaizhou only felt a strange feeling in his heart, he was silent for a moment, then pondered: "Then what are your formation eyes?"

Zhong Ling glanced at him and said angrily, "What else can there be, of course it's you and Master."

——Then you, did you kill me and Master in the phantom array?

However, he didn't know how to say this, so he had to skip the kiss under the tree and tell Zhong Ling the most important things that happened in the past few days.

He noticed that when he mentioned that the young Zhong Ling hadn't dissipated, but was seriously injured and vomiting blood, Zhong Ling in front of him had a clear expression on his face, and he didn't show any surprise.

Yan Huaizhou finally asked him: "... When you destroyed the eyes, did you do the same?"

Zhong Ling nodded: "It's roughly the same. Wan Feng, don't worry too much. The magic array projects people's hearts. Everything here is just your imagination, and you can't count it."

He was still so calm and composed, organized and clear, Yan Huaizhou clenched his hands into fists, but his fingertips felt cold.

Also, the nostalgia, reluctance, and heartache these days are all uncountable.It's because he can't detect the falsehood himself, so why should he blame Zhong Ling for being ruthless?

"So, the 'I' you saw should be the center of the formation here. Let's go, let's destroy it first, and see what happens next."

Zhong Ling picked up Tinglan on his lap and stood up. Seeing that Yan Huaizhou was motionless, he urged him again, "Wan Feng, are you listening to me?"

"I'm listening. I..."

Yan Huaizhou half-answered absent-mindedly, then suddenly raised his head!

"——What did you call me just now?"

Zhong Ling was taken aback: "What else can I call you?"

Yan Huaizhou's eyes turned into ice inch by inch, and the bloody mole also glowed with a cold red light, he approached him a few steps, and said firmly, "You are not Zhong Ling."

He finally understood where the strange feeling that haunted him came from.He was overjoyed just now, and he didn't have time to think carefully, but when he calmed down, he found that Zhong Ling in front of him seemed to have no flaws, but he ignored an extremely important detail.

The two of them have known each other for many years. Although Zhong Ling has always been close to him, when he talks to him on weekdays, he is either serious or righteous, and he is always called the third with his first name and last name. The word "Yan Huaizhou".

Zhong Ling only occasionally called out his watch on rare occasions—when he had to soften his tone to make him happy.

Yan Huaizhou was certain that Zhong Ling would never be here, and under such circumstances, he called him to "wind the wind".

"Zhong Ling" said sullenly: "What nonsense are you talking about, why don't you leave quickly?" However, before he finished speaking, he pinched his throat firmly with his backhand.

The next moment, Yan Huaizhou lifted him up roughly and smashed him hard on the stone table in the pavilion.

There was a bloodthirsty cold light in his eyes, but his lips curled upwards, he lowered his body, and asked in a cold voice amidst the slight crackling sound, "——Where is Ah Ling?"

That "Zhong Ling" was strangled by him, knowing that he had seen through him, so he stopped pretending.But not only was he fearless, but he also laughed distortedly, and squeezed out a mocking sentence from his throat: "Ah, you discovered it so quickly."

Yan Huaizhou said coldly, "Where is Ah Ling?"

"Zhong Ling" pursed his lips at him: "Since Master Mozun wants to ask a question, why don't you let go first?"

He was sure that even if Yan Huaizhou had murderous intentions, he would not dare to bet on Zhong Ling's safety.Yan Huaizhou also knew that no matter who he was, since he came here to meet him, there must be someone behind.The two looked at each other for a while, and he finally let go of his hand reluctantly.

"Zhong Ling" unhurriedly straightened up from the stone table, and laughed at him half-jokingly, half-complainingly: "I came to advise Lord Mozun with good intentions, but the Lord treats me so cruelly, Really sad."

Yan Huaizhou snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense! Who are you, and why do you want to pretend to be Zhong Ling?!"

"Zhong Ling" said innocently: "Master Mozun has been in this phantom formation for too long, and it is not a solution to be unable to break the situation. Let me give you some advice."

He smiled to himself: "Although your cultivation has been achieved, the phantom formation is not the real world after all, and the spiritual power is only consumed but not replenished. Didn't Lord Mozun notice that the spiritual platform is gradually drying up? "

Yan Huaizhou's thoughts flashed, and he only said: "So?"

"Zhong Ling" looked at him leisurely: "Why don't I speak more clearly, so that adults can understand. This place is called Life and Death Temple. As the name suggests, life and death are between a thought."

His tone was vicious and cheerful: "One thing I never lied to you is that the person you miss is the eye of this formation. If you don't want to destroy him, you can only stay here forever until Death due to exhaustion of spiritual power. On the contrary, the phantom formation is broken, and the treasure is released. What is lost is what is gained. Lord Mozun, please choose one more."

However, he failed to see the slightest change in Yan Huaizhou's expression as he wished.

He gently stroked the back of Xiaoyao Knife with his fingertips, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you have to choose?"

"Zhong Ling" wondered: "Otherwise? Do you think there is a third way to go?"

Yan Huaizhou pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled at him: "If not, why would you appear in front of me?"

His smile was very sincere and sincere: "You really came to help me - thank you."

The Nether Sacred Flame leaped up from behind him, seemingly endlessly, spreading the whole world into a raging sea of ​​flames.

"Guess what will happen if I tear all the cracks hidden here?"

"Zhong Ling" suddenly understood what he was going to do, his face turned pale immediately, and he said incredulously, "Are you crazy?! Are you going to forcefully break the formation? I warn you, this will accelerate the exhaustion of your spiritual power. If it’s not the treasure, it will kill everyone—”

Yan Huaizhou smiled: "What is a treasure, and the life and death of other people has nothing to do with me?"

"Zhong Ling" threatened sharply: "Stop it! If you dare to mess around here, you and the real Zhong Ling will not be able to protect themselves!"

"You underestimate me and A Ling too much." Yan Huaizhou blinked at him, pointed a little, and exploded the first ball of flames on his chest, "—— just with this kind of indiscretion Are the methods worthy of our lives?!"

boom! …

The Yuluan Palace in front of him was riddled with holes by the powerful black fire, and cracks were torn open in the void, gradually falling apart.As Taoist figures fell from the crack, a cold sound transmission resounded in Yan Huaizhou's sea of ​​consciousness.

The phantom formation is broken, and the treasure is released

He stood up against the wind, opened his arms, and firmly held Zhong Ling in his arms.