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

Black, why is it so black...

Opening eyes and closing eyes is pitch black and cold, quiet without a trace of breathing or heartbeat, no temperature.

He clearly remembered that when he came back from the deep valley, he was lying down and wanted to rest...

How can it be in such a place?

When he was wondering, a ray of light appeared in front of him, like the sun in a sunny day, hitting from a high place, lighting up the surroundings small but straight.

Then the light became bigger and bigger, until the whole field of white light flashed, and the intense stimulation caused him to close his eyes suddenly, and after a while, he slowly opened them.

What caught my eyes was a snow-white but unfamiliar place.

There were scattered snowflakes in the air, and a thick layer accumulated on the ground, blocking the green and rocky soil. There was a small circular lake in front of it, which was not frozen, and the water surface was sparkling and clear, with a giant star in the middle. Tree, full of dark brown leaves, with a thick trunk.

There is a man standing under the tree.

Her waist-length white hair hung loose, she was wearing a white shirt, her shoulders were broad, and she was slender. She was not a woman, and the person had her back to him, so she couldn't see her face.

His hands were hanging by his sides, and the bright red and dazzling blood slowly dripped down his left hand, one by one, onto the shallow grass.

As far as the eyes can see, except under the trees, there is a vast expanse of whiteness surrounded by fairy mist. It is clear that the whiteness is so clean, but it gives people a feeling of emptiness, like the loneliness of one person left between the world and the air. Weirdly sad.

It seems that something is lost——

Yan Lin looked at this figure, his heart moved, he felt a little sad for some reason, and suddenly came up with the idea of ​​going forward to comfort him.

He wanted to lift his feet, but found that his body didn't listen at all, motionless, stiff and unconscious.

what happened?

He lowered his head, suddenly dumbfounded...

A black and straight long sword was inserted into the snowy rocks, shining like black jade under the light, and the black and white colors formed a sharp contrast with the snow on the ground.

This sword, this color—

Zhewu -!

How could he have turned into Zhewu!

The person opposite is... Shi Yuan?

Yan Lin was frightened, at this moment, the standing person turned around in a strange way, his eyes fell on him, staring at him, no, to be precise, staring at Zhewu.

There is no silver crown, no silver hairpin, the loose hair covers the cheeks, becomes thinner, the lips lose their color, as if they have been seriously injured, the narrow eyes are as dark as the abyss as before, but when you look closely, the eyes are empty Yes, it was as silent as stagnant water, and the heavy emotions made people breathless.

He just stood under the tree and stared at 'himself'.

Yan Lin froze for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses, what happened?How could he be in such a mess?

Isn't he No.1 in the world?Who can hurt him with his cultivation during the tribulation period...

For a moment, the two looked at each other strangely, and Shi Yuan stared at 'him' for a long time without moving.

Just when he thought the stalemate would continue like this, his pale thin lips opened and closed a few times, murmuring to himself so softly that he couldn't hear him at all, only one word came faintly: "...wrong... ..."

Yan Lin was confused when he heard it, but he felt that things around him were changing. Shi Yuan, who was opposite him, raised his hand at this moment, and slowly closed his palm towards him...

Yan Lin felt his sight vibrate more violently, the sword jumped out from the rock, rose rapidly, and finally stopped firmly in the air.

There is a powerful force forcing the blade to bend.This sense of command that has to be executed comes from the owner of the sword.

He wanted to break the sword—

The sword hair kept shaking in the air, and let out bursts of mourning, it was sad, mourning.

Its owner doesn't want it anymore.

But Shi Yuan just stared at him coldly, unmoved, just like how fierce he was when he was killed with a sword.

The imaginary picture didn't appear, and he didn't even have time to think about it. The previous white light flashed, and he changed to another place.

This is... a place similar to an altar...

There are six huge stone pillars engraved with complex and heavy runes, and the ground is a spiritual formation that is activated. With the six giant pillars as the boundary, there are countless small formations in the huge spiritual formation, and every stroke is glowing. , revered by the Holy Spirit, there were two people standing inside the spiritual formation.

This time he was in the center of the spirit array, very close to the two of them, and his appearance was clearly seen.

It was Shiyuan and Chengshuang.

Cheng Shuang still looks like the old man he saw in his last life.

Shi Yuan was uncharacteristically, dressed in black, without beautiful decorations, white hair scattered, thin figure, his complexion was much worse than when he was under the tree just now, pale without a trace of blood, the loneliness in his eyes was still mixed with a glimmer of hope of light.

What is he expecting...

"Why do you do this?" Cheng Shuang, who was standing beside Shi Yuan, looked at him deeply.The voice of the old man is deeply tired and helpless.

The air was very quiet, and Shi Yuan didn't answer.

But Cheng Shuang couldn't give up, and couldn't let him indulge in such obstinately: "...he is already dead, even if you gather the soul with the blood of the soul, it will be futile."

Shi Yuan's eyes shook slightly.

'He's dead'...who?who died

"300 years is enough, just give up..." Cheng Shuang then spoke heavily.

300...

Yan Lin suddenly realized that this place might not be the reality, it might be the previous life, after all, he had only met Shi Yuan not long ago, and it was not at all the embarrassment he saw now.

This picture is Shi Yuan from the previous life.

Just like after the first life died and came back to life, he saw An Jinnian in the first life under an inexplicable situation.

So Yuan's hair turned gray after his death in the last life, is there something wrong with the cultivation technique?He still experienced a battle that forced him to become like this.

But... Who will they gather souls for?He died too early, and he didn't know the time of what happened next. If the blood of the soul didn't work, it would probably have disappeared.

No matter how much effort is expended, it is also a pointless struggle.

"If this continues, the catastrophe will come, and your soul will be scattered—!"

Cheng Shuang's tone suddenly became heavy, and his eyes were full of worry and sadness.

Why, did Shi Yuan use the blood of the soul to gather the soul for 300 years?

If this is the case, it is indeed very dangerous. Every drop of the blood of the soul is tempered from the blood of the heart and the soul, and each drop contains extremely strong cultivation power. 300 years of flesh and blood... It's a blessing not to die.

If this is the case, then the time to cross the catastrophe is in danger.

And from the beginning to the end, Yan Lin stared at him without moving his gaze.

Shi Yuan lowered his head, his snow-white hair slid over his shoulders, and stood out against the dark clothes. His quiet appearance seemed to blend in with everything around him. He just lowered his head and stared at the palm of his hand for a while. As soon as he realized what Cheng Shuang said, he turned his head to the side, his dark eyes were dimmed, and he just looked at it like this.

There was no fluctuation in the pair of eyes that looked at him, they were full of sadness, and there was still lifelessness, and the vitality was in jeopardy.

Cheng Shuang was startled, and was just there in a daze.

Only Shi Yuan said: "He shouldn't be like this..."

The hoarse voice was not like the Zhong Qin's voice he heard in Yunlan Palace, but rather a hoarse voice that had not spoken for a long time, with imperceptible tremors.

The once coldness seemed far away, the man standing in the air looking down at him, the man who was as strong as a god disappeared.

It looks as if it will shatter if you touch it.

Yan Lin raised the corner of his mouth.

It's been two lives, you can kill me with one move every time, and you will end up in such a miserable situation now, although I don't know who you are gathering souls for, but I should really thank him, without him, I can't see To such a wonderful scene.

This time, you are also a loser, weakling!

"But junior brother, it's been more than 300 years, you should let it go, even... Even if he is innocent, the matter has been settled, do you have to put yourself on the line with this thousand years of cultivation?"

Cheng Shuang was heartbroken, and there was eagerness and worry in the old and old voice. He thought that Shi Yuan could get out of his knot, break this deadlock, and regain his sword heart.

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

Cheng Shuang stepped forward, and a gust of wind lifted the sleeves and long gowns of the two of them, and they stood side by side: "You must not forget the promise of our senior brothers to establish the Changtian Sword Sect..."

Yan Lin mocked in his heart, promise?What promise, to guard the right way in the world?

A group of stupid sword cultivators shouted inexplicable slogans all day long, but in the end their hands were no less blood-stained than anyone else, which is very ironic.

Before he could continue looking, a strong suction force pulled him outward, and he felt himself floating up like a spirit body, getting farther and farther away from the spirit array...

Before disappearing, he saw Shi Yuan turned around, quickly tapped his chest a few times, and then pulled out a glowing thing from his chest cavity, the light was too bright for him to see clearly what it was.

Cheng Shuang, however, staggered back three steps, with a shocked expression on his face, as if he saw something extraordinary.

Yan Lin couldn't explore it, he just felt empty, covered with white light, and his consciousness disappeared.