After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Human is an individual constructed by emotion and memory, birth, old age, sickness and death, love, hate, anger, and ignorance, all the deepest emotions will be kept in the mind to the maximum extent, and cannot be forgotten at all.

And death is Yan Lin's most indelible past.

Especially this scene-

The light from the luminous stones in the surroundings was strong and weak, and the light blue veils stood on both sides of the aisle. The strong wind pulled them up high, and the sharp sword intent seemed to cut them off. The guests who were afraid of death had already dispersed. Two clean.

The person standing in the sky, dressed in the silver sword uniform of the founder of the Changtian Sword Sect, who was obviously gentle and profound last moment, now seems like a broken mirror, like the coldest and cruelest god in the world, with nothing in his silent eyes. A trace of familiarity, as if looking at an ant that can be crushed to death at will, aloft, obliterating life and death.

Killing intent undisguisedly filled every trace of air around him.

As for the other two people, they just watched indifferently, with the indifference of bystanders, and their eyes were a little dull.

Yan Lin finally set his eyes on Zhewu in his hand, his heart constricted. Once he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes, he took two steps back as if he was instinctively afraid, shook his head, and continued to breathe. became cautious.

Damn it, it's just breaking the barrier, why do you have to go back to this time——

He doesn't want to go through it again.

Thinking of this, he turned around and wanted to leave, but when he summoned his spiritual power, he found that the dantian was empty, without any celestial power, just like a mortal, and at the same time, a transparent wall of light appeared inexplicably, covering his whole body. The man pushed back and was firmly trapped in the place just now, as if to prevent him from escaping.

He beat hard, producing waves of ripples, but he didn't feel the resistance and resistance that belonged to the enchantment. It just imprisoned him in place, as if to let the next thing happen smoothly.

He squinted.

The law is the law of this demon world, it does not allow any deviation in memory, so it restricts him from escaping.

After a brief daze, Yan Lin quickly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. He is now only in the illusion created by Shi Yuan's heart demon, and these illusions are just some real and false memories. Fragments only.

Since he can't escape, he can only gamble that even if he kills him again, he won't be as dead as before.

He promised Master Chengshuang to solve Shi Yuan's inner demons, now he can only grit his teeth and move forward, follow its meaning and see what the result will be.

So he turned around, looked up at the person above, his hands clenched into fists.

Perhaps because he felt his obedience, although the transparent white wall has not disappeared, but the empty dantian is filled with spiritual power again, from scratch, and cannot leave, Yan Lin understands the meaning of the other party.

He sneered inexplicably.

Raising his hand, he touched the glazed scroll that suddenly appeared at his waist, stopped for a moment, and then waved it in the air.

He began to resist tenaciously, and even recalled every movement and expression of his back then, despair, helplessness, struggle, pitiful and weak appearance, trying to be exactly the same as in his memory.

Until, the person above raised the Zhewu.

What should come will always come, the dazzling white light flashed, the great pain in the memory really did not come, but a refreshing coldness pierced through the chest.

Although Yan Lin was cooperating with the illusion, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief because he didn't feel any pain.

After all, he is very afraid of pain.

After that, the death process came naturally, and he could feel that he was being wiped out, disappearing bit by bit.

The ending was set, and the invisible barrier suddenly disappeared.

Yan Lin met the same cold and indifferent eyes as before, and found that the other party was just looking at him.

This kind of gaze made Yan Lin feel that he seemed to be admiring the process of his own death.

After staring at Shi Yuan for a long while, Yan Lin seemed to be infected by him, and also turned his eyes on himself with some evil taste, and with an extremely strange and calm look, he witnessed how his body was like with those around him, It disappeared bit by bit, starting from the feet, to the calves, thighs, waist...

But from the perspective of a bystander, he is helpless against death, as well as resigned to his fate.

Where he couldn't see, the silent eyes of the people above loosened for a moment, and a red light flashed briefly.

Watching myself die is a wonderful feeling.

Just when the chest also disappeared, several moon-white rays of light flew out of his body, and the meteor passed by and sank into Shi Yuan's body.

Yan Lin was watching them engrossed, when they came out suddenly, his eyes could not help but follow them as they flew over.

His death was so painful at the beginning, and the last memory was nothing but pain, so he didn't know whether the moon-white light was something that existed after his death, or if it just appeared suddenly in this illusion of memory of.

His curious and probing eyes stopped at the place where the moon-white light sank.

At the same time, only the shoulders and head were left of his body, and because he didn't feel pain, he didn't look in pain, he just watched.

It looks terrifying from a distance.

A few moments later, the expression on that handsome god-like face suddenly changed, and Zhewu slipped from Shi Yuan's hand and was thrust into the ground suddenly.

The figure standing out of nowhere suddenly fell down, because he was a little panicked and embarrassed, so he used the method of falling instead of gracefully like a fairy.

The calmness just now had long since disappeared, and his face was full of disbelief, surprise, and panic... Because it was too complicated, it made him feel that the other party had experienced a lifetime in just a few moments.

In the end, only half of Yan Lin's face was left.

Shi Yuan, who saw the bottom with only one eye, suddenly raised his head, the panic and fear on his face made Yan Lin feel that the other party seemed to have done something unforgivable.

how?

Could it be that after his death, this person remembered something, so he regretted it?

And his next move really proved his conjecture.

I saw Shi Yuan suddenly appearing in front of him, his face was pale and ugly, his pair of dark eyes just stared at him, the deep and heavy despair in his eyes made Yan Lin's heart pause, in his fading gaze, he He muttered two words, and raised his hand at the same time, trembling as if trying to grab something.

But at this time, Yan Lin had completely dissipated, and the hand he raised didn't even grab a remnant in the end.

And at the last place where Yan Lin's eyes could see, he saw the man's expression of despair, and his black hair turned pale.

In the last trance consciousness.

He heard those two words clearly.

【...don't go...】

pathos, despair.

If this was the scene after his death, then he must have remembered Shi Yuan when he died.

……but……

It turned out that his hair turned white at this time.

Well, he's sad, isn't he?

……

In Yan Lin's blank consciousness, the scene changed again.

He was not given time to recall the events and details of what happened just now, and the scene he entered made him have to cheer up.

This time he has no body, just a soul floating in the air.

This time it was an altar, six huge stone pillars were engraved with complicated and heavy runes, and the ground was a spirit formation in motion, bounded by the six giant pillars, there were countless small formations inside the huge spirit formation.

Six stone pillars...

Formation... altar...

Yan Lin, who was floating in the air, frowned.

This place he had seen in backtracking.

He looked in one direction, and there were indeed two people standing in the innermost part of the huge spiritual formation, looking intently.

It was Shiyuan and Chengshuang.

This time, Shi Yuan was different from the white clothes he wore when he killed him just now, and he was dressed in black, without any decorations, white hair just hanging loose, thin body, pale face without a trace of blood, and the loneliness in his eyes There is still a glimmer of hope mixed in.

Yan Lin looked at his face carefully.

Because of the change of this person after his death just now, the sad look, and the graying hair...

Yan Lin saw his eyes changing several times, from calm to complicated, and finally to the dark and unpredictable.

Last time, perhaps because of backtracking, he didn't hear many things clearly.

But this time, he floated over directly and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

【Why do you do this? 】

Standing beside Shi Yuan, Cheng Shuang looked at him with deep eyes, and his old voice was tired and helpless like never before.

There was an eerie silence in the air, and Shi Yuan didn't answer.

Cheng Shuang continued: [On the day of the little boy's [-]th birthday, you personally beheaded him with Zhewu. He was already dead on that day. With his little cultivation, even if you used the blood of the soul to gather the soul In vain. 】

Shi Yuan's eyes shook slightly.

Yan Lin kept staring at him, and naturally saw the sudden change in his eyes.

Cheng Shuang also knew that what he said was too blunt, but there are some things, the best way out is to stop when it is time.

[300 years is enough, just give up, there will be no results. 】

300...

Yan Lin's eyes sank, and the hand at his side was slightly bent.

Shi Yuan lowered his head, his snow-white hair slid over his shoulders, standing out against the dark clothes, his quiet appearance seemed to blend in with everything around him, his dark eyes were gloomy when he turned his head sideways, he just looked at With frost.

Yan Lin was among them, and his eyes seemed to be looking at him, looking into it instantly.

Yan Lin heard him say.

【All causes and effects arise from me, he is just implicated by me, if I didn't become a calamity due to past lives, nothing would happen. 】

Cheng Shuang was out of breath: 【This is a calamity in life, who can avoid it, if this continues, the catastrophe will come, and you will be wiped out! 】

【He shouldn't be like this...】

The hoarse voice was trembling imperceptibly.

[But junior brother, it’s been more than 300 years, you should let it go, even... Even if he is innocent, the matter is settled, don’t you have to put yourself on the line with this thousand years of cultivation? 】

[If something really happens to you, who will guard the peace of this middle heaven, and who will guard the kendo of our Changtian Sword Sect——]

Yan Lin looked at the pain on Cheng Shuang's face, and there was eagerness and worry in his old and old voice.

He knew that Master Chengshuang put all the expectations of himself and the Changtian Sword Sect on kendo on Shi Yuan alone. The Changtian Sword Sect was established for nearly a thousand years, and Shi Yuan was the only one who combined talent and aptitude , only he can practice Taoism and become a fairy, soaring up.

The future they are pursuing is too far away, but it has already been engraved in their bones. Even if he can't reach it, he always hopes that someone can reach that state and let him take a look.

So Shi Yuan can't go wrong anyway.

Seeing that Shi Yuan was unmoved, Cheng Shuang stepped forward with a solemn expression, a gust of wind lifted the sleeves and long gowns of the two, and they stood side by side.

【You must not forget, the promise of our senior brothers to establish the Changtian Sword Sect...】

Maybe it was because of Cheng Shuang's heavy tone, or maybe it was because of the word "promise", this time, Shi Yuan turned around, quickly tapped his chest a few times, and then took out a glowing thing from his chest cavity. As powerful as the most awe-inspiring light in the world.

Yan Lin looked at it expressionlessly, but his eyes sank, and his right hand was suddenly clenched.

Phoenix eggs.

Shi Yuan looked at him with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

[But the phoenix egg has been split into two, it's too late. 】

Cheng Shuang was dumbfounded, looking at the thing in his palm with a look of shock.

And at this moment, perhaps because the phoenix egg was taken out, the spiritual array changed, and the spiritual energy seemed to rush out uncontrollably, and strands of formed spiritual energy hit the stone pillar, shaking violently.

At the same time, Shi Yuan also suffered backlash, his face was pale, he glanced at the thing in his hand, and pushed it back into his chest without any fear, his body was a little unstable because of this, but he still continued to maintain the Soul Gathering Formation.

Seeing his stubborn look, Yan Lin frowned even tighter, and he floated closer, as if standing beside him, but his eyes carefully looked at the person in front of him.

The spiritual power is exhausted and the soul is damaged.

Even he could tell that it was the end of the battle.

With his current appearance, if he could cross the catastrophe within a hundred years, if Zijin Yunlei strikes, he will definitely fail, and there is not even a one-ten-thousandth chance of success.

Obviously, he should go through the motions in his bewildering illusion as calmly as water, and just get rid of the demons after he finds them.

Knowing that it is an illusion, memory, and the past that has already happened, he shouldn't care about it, and he doesn't need to care about it.

But, why, my heart was pressed hard by something, it was very heavy, and at the same time, it was surrounded by an astringent taste, when the fine needle was pierced, the instant sting was uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because the phoenix egg was hit too hard just now, Cheng Shuang lost his gaze for a long time, and finally opened his mouth, but left without saying a word.

He was the only one left in the huge soul-gathering spirit formation, alone and alone.

Yan Lin stared at this tall and slender familiar figure, the memory passed through all the time, and the pictures that were pressed deep in the memory were superimposed one by one.

He saw the sky and stars in the sky, the breeze and the moon-like sky, and the silver light of the bright moon in the dark night pouring down a hazy veil.

Distant and unreal.

The emotion hidden deep in Yan Lin's heart, forgotten and buried by him was finally dug out.

Even when he was on the small island, he pestered him sternly, even though this person seemed to respond to him, but he still felt inferior and afraid.

It's funny.

When will he be able to use the word inferiority complex for the second son of his majestic Immortal Mansion, whether it is status or aptitude, he has always been envied by others, but he is proud of this person. Everything seemed so bland.

Every time he faced his frank flattery, every time he was cautious, the other party was so flat, no joy could be seen in the dark eyes.

He can only guess for himself, maybe he likes it...

But the more he thought about it, the more he questioned himself.

Did he really understand this person?

Or is it just self righteous?

So, on that island, he secretly asked himself countless times at night, would he fancy himself?Does he feel that he is too stupid, too naive?Even if he agrees now, will he figure it out and leave him in the future?

The uneasiness has always been in his heart and has never been erased.

Even if he thinks of the past in this life, facing this person's weakness, he can only offset the insecurity in his heart by remembering his mistakes.

The flames flickered like flowers, and he didn't dare to get too close.

I thought it would be a good thing to keep a distance like this, but...

Yan Lin stared fixedly at his white hair, his dark eyes needed the night that dawned.

He seems to be really...

Yan Lin, who was floating in the air, slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the side of his face.

But this time he did it, and the white fingertips strangely did not pass through, but touched his face instead, Shi Yuan was startled, turned his head suddenly, and met Shang Yanlin's eyes directly.

Pupils shrink violently!

But before he could open his mouth, the surroundings were filled with white light.

Yan Lin returned to the scene of his death again.

Everything seemed to start over again, in Yan Lin's surprised expression, he just repeated his death over and over again.

Cycles endlessly.

After countless times, Yan Lin finally understood what this demonic obstacle was.

Just like his fear of his own death, for Shi Yuan, one moment he killed him with his own hands, but the next moment he remembered all the things in the past, he searched for so many years in the blurred back, but was destroyed by his own hands, love and hate intertwined, This desperate pain is an endless torment and regret.

He just wants to let himself experience countless times, that kind of bone-destroying death without a problem.

Even the pain is also the redemption of self-torture.

If the last illusion was hope, then this time is his deepest obsession.

Yan Lin just watched as a bystander, couldn't escape, and couldn't count how many times.

Maybe he had already taken revenge, or maybe the hatred had disappeared. Seeing this person's past experience and self-torture after falling into a demon, he couldn't be happy at all.

Until he fell on the altar again, the depression in his heart turned into stinging pain, and reached the extreme.