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

Yan Lin was sitting on the window sill of the wooden window, only a white shirt was left on his body, his back was not wide but rather thin upon closer inspection, his waist was slender, and black hair was draped behind his head like a waterfall, the beautiful back and The snow scene outside the window is integrated and complements each other, and the quiet eyes look ahead.

Every plant and tree here is exactly the same as Xuefeng, but from the beginning to the present, it is such an unchanging scenery, fake, all fake, but he is helpless.

Yan Bai and the others are still waiting for him to go back, and the head of Chengshuang is still waiting outside the barrier. Shi Yuan's body and consciousness can't be consumed any longer, otherwise he really can't be saved, and his heart feels a deep sense of powerlessness. surround him.

The next moment, his eyes sank.

In any case, Time Abyss cannot disappear.

As a last resort, he has only...

At this time, a hand passed under his arm and wrapped around his waist, pulling his whole body back, leaning on his chest, and a low voice fell in his ear.

"In the past, you were on the peak, but you have never looked at every plant and tree here so quietly?"

The contemplation was interrupted, Yan Lin put away the complex look on his face, without turning his head, but his tone was still cold: "I didn't want to before, but now I have no choice. It's better than looking at the same face all the time."

The cold tone and harsh vocabulary, in the eyes of the heart demon, it looks like a cat that has been robbed of its toy, showing its sharp claws and waving its teeth, wanting to bite someone.

The person behind raised his hand, brushed his face with the tip of his index finger, and turned towards him. The slender and fair neck showed a graceful arc, and the red on it was a bit abrupt and eye-catching. The brown eyes seemed to be slightly covered with silver frost, and the two looked at each other.

The white-haired devil laughed and said, "You praised me for being good-looking at the beginning, why don't you like me now?"

Suddenly recalling the phrase "You are so beautiful" when we first met in my mind, Yan Lin pursed his lips, looked away, and opened his hand impatiently, but there was a slight unnaturalness in his indifferent expression , so he stood up and left someone's arms, with his back to him.

"At the time, I was young and didn't know what to do. Besides, don't people like the new and dislike the old? After so many years, if you read too much, you will get bored. What else do you like?"

What he said was cool, the white-haired heart demon glanced at his empty hand, although he knew that he said this deliberately to anger him, but he still didn't want to say the word bored from him.

He is that person's heart demon, he has inherited all his obsessions and greed, he knows all the love and hate between these two people, so he knows better than anyone else that when that person destroys the root of love, he will Having chosen to give up, he decided that there would be no result between them.

But he is not reconciled, since he is obsessed and greedy, why should he restrain himself like that person, if he wants it, it is fine if he doesn't get it.

Therefore, he broke free from the bondage body, isolated other people, and waited for the person he was thinking of to come to his door.

But the fact is that the person came and was pulled into the illusion by him.

But he ignored the influence of this person on the main body, allowing the will of the main body to control the illusion, allowing him to see the deepest expectations and regrets of the main body.

However, he still came out after all, and even did what he and his body wanted to do long ago, acting recklessly, after all, evil is his essence.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his heart, his icy eyes suppressed the arrogance and indifference, he stood up slowly, and directly expressed the thoughts in Yan Lin's heart.

"Do you have to make me angry just to get out?"

He paused, looked at his back and continued: "It's a pity, if it was him standing here, you say he might let you out with all his heart, but I'm different, what I want is your person, love or Love or not makes no difference to me."

His blood-red eyes were extremely dark, and he just stared at the person in front of him, indifferently as if stating a simple and natural fact, but when he said the last sentence, his emotions were still tightly hidden.

So he added in a deep voice: "So, don't even think about going anywhere."

Yan Lin looked at him for a while with complicated eyes.

That's right, he's just a demon, a carrier of the dark side, he has no heart and doesn't understand human emotions, all actions are based on preferences alone, so how can he understand.

So he didn't say anything, turned and left the room.

The demon in red didn't stop him either, but the expression on his face was not good-looking, and his eyes were stern.

Yan Lin's departure does not mean giving up, on the contrary, he has decided to use another extreme method to leave.

This illusion is constructed based on Shiyuan's memory. Either the owner of the illusion opened the illusion, or he can only destroy the essential structural components of the illusion itself to disintegrate the illusion. The method is to kill him or himself.

He has no spiritual power in his body now, and it is impossible to kill a high-level cultivator, so he can only start from himself.

Now he is no different from ordinary people, he wants to die, it is very simple, but there is one thing, he does not confirm the connection between himself and reality, if he dies in the illusion, is he dead or alive in reality?

Yan Lin spread out his hands, looking at the empty palms with dark eyes.

Then, he can only bet, bet that he died here, but at least one life is left in this world.

After making a decision, he didn't take any immediate action. Instead, he had a stalemate with someone for a few days. Everything seemed to be peaceful. On this day, while the person was still sound asleep, he came to the next room and searched through boxes and boxes. After a while, a dagger was found in a drawer.

Yan Lin opened it with a sullen face, the sharp blade reflected cold light, reflecting his cold face, his eyes were like obsidian, he raised his fingertips and slid across the blade, feeling the sharp blade, as long as he exerted a little force, it would cut through finger.

Holding the dagger, he watched it silently for a while.

It is false to say that he is not afraid, but he has no choice.

Then, the hand holding the handle of the knife turned, and the sharp point of the knife touched the top of the heart. He also held his other hand, closed his eyes and held his breath, and with one li, the knife sank halfway into his chest.

The sharp weapon is icy cold.

The severe pain caused him to open his eyes suddenly, bit his lip hard, and the blood began to spread slowly after a while, glaring like a bright red lotus on the white shirt, and the bloody smell dissipated instantly , because the strength was a bit weak, the blade was not completely submerged, and the hand trembled because of the severe pain.

Blood rushed up his throat and harassed him, he coughed, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his body was a little weak, but...

not enough--

His eyes dimmed, the hand holding the handle of the knife was so tight that it turned white, his breathing sank, and he made a gesture to stab it again.

suddenly.

A hand grabbed his powerful hand violently, covered with spiritual power, a red figure appeared out of thin air, bloody eyes were pressed with indescribable sternness, cold eyes swept across the dagger in front of his chest, bloody The spreading traces made the surrounding air almost freeze, and the next moment he raised his eyes, the tyranny in his eyes made people shudder.

A cold voice broke the suffocating silence and silence: "Okay, very good."

Yan Lin held back the sharp pain in his chest and did not make a sound.

But in the eyes of someone, it is silent resistance and ridicule.

As soon as the spiritual power gathered in his hand, the dagger retreated and fell into his palm. At the same time, the pure spiritual power covered the wound, preventing the blood from spreading.

Yan Lin took a few steps back weakly, raised his hand to cover the wound, his face was pale and ugly, even though he was caught at the scene, he still didn't show a trace of panic or fear, instead, he felt lost for a moment.

Yes, he was lost because he didn't die.

The inner demons naturally saw it in their eyes, the anger in their hearts reached the extreme, and their blood-red eyes became thicker. It seemed that the place they were standing now was not Xuefeng but a battlefield where thousands of people were slaughtered, with death and killing intent everywhere. .

The hands at the side were tightly clenched, trembling slightly because of too much exertion.

Obviously wanting to live so much, in order to be able to leave my side, but not even afraid of death.

Do you hate me that much?

Is my liking so unbearable in your eyes?

He closed his eyes, he couldn't tell whether these emotions belonged to him or his body, he could only suppress the bloodthirsty killing intent in his heart.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at him quietly.

"Do you know that if I come one step late, you will die. If you come in alive, you must get out alive."

Yan Lin looked away: "It doesn't count as knowing."

Looking at the indifference and fearlessness on his face, the emotions in his mind were torn apart, and a dry and powerless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a taste of sarcasm: "I didn't realize until now that you are the most ruthless one." People, if you are cruel to others, you are even more cruel to yourself.”

The quiet and deep eyes are very depressing.

"But I don't understand. You obviously don't like him, why are you willing to do this for him?"

He has seen all the memories between them, so he can see all the past clearly. Every rejection of him is so straightforward, without leaving any room.

It even made him feel that there was absolutely no possibility between them.

But now it's uncertain for a moment.

Because of the blessing of spiritual power, the wound has mostly healed, but there is still a faint tingling sensation, his face is pale, and the blood stains on the white clothes are also frighteningly tight.

He removed the hand covering the wound, the blood on it was a little sticky: "He can't do anything, I promised Master Cheng Shuang to take him out."

He spoke calmly, as if stating a simple fact.

But he didn't believe it: "So, you don't even want your life."

Yan Lin's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't answer.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, his dark eyes were dark and unpredictable; "Then what about me, what am I in your eyes?"

Yan Lin looked at the emotion in his eyes, as well as the disappointment and loneliness that never disappeared on his face, and was dumbfounded.

He even felt for a moment that the person standing in front of him was not a demon, but Shi Yuan.

But, he just promised Cheng Shuang to be the head of the sect, he just wanted to leave the illusion, even he... just wanted Shi Yuan to live.

He doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong.

So he said something extremely indifferent.

"You are just a demon, you shouldn't exist in this world."

The person in front was startled, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

murmured.

"... shouldn't exist..."

It turns out that it does not exist.

In other words, this person has never looked at him squarely from the beginning.

That's why you can ignore it.

All of a sudden, his heart throbbed, as if someone was holding a knife to stir it up, and even his fingertips were trembling. He raised his hand to cover his forehead to cover his eyes, and his fingertips sank into the flesh, as if only the body Pain can offset the pain in the heart.

The smile on the corner of his mouth continued to expand, but this time he was not laughing at others, but at himself. He obviously got what he wanted, but in his heart he didn't even have the need to exist. How sad.

But he is not reconciled!

After a suffocating silence, the demon's hand loosened, and he stared at the person in front of him with red and deep eyes, his dark eyes seemed to hold him tightly.

He took a few steps forward, each step carried a strong sense of oppression, his tone was calm and unwavering, but his expression was cold.

He said: "Since you think I shouldn't exist, then this time I will give you the right to choose."

As he spoke, he took Yan Lin's hand that was eroded by the cold, handed the dagger into his hand, and then held his fingers tightly one by one, leaned down slightly, and rubbed his cheek affectionately with his face, like a ghost whisper.

"I'll give you two choices, either stay here with me, or kill me, I'm dead, you can go out, he will be free, and return to the top, but..."

He smiled, the malice and vengeance in his bloodshot eyes were condensed into substance, evil like a demon cultivator.

"I will take away everything between you, memories, feelings, fetters, anything related."

There is nothing left.

After all, he pressed the tip of the knife that was pointed at Yan Lin not long ago to his chest.

Yan Lin's indifference seemed to have a crack at this moment, and his hands trembled.

He saw the persecution in those eyes, as if it made him stand on the edge of a cliff, either follow him, live, or just jump down like this, die.

There is no third way to choose.

Every decision of a person is always incomplete. It seems that he has made the right decision, but in fact there are always abandonments. One side is facing life, and the other side is destined to die.

Without exception.

Seeing his hesitation, the heart demon's eyes, as cold as ice, loosened slightly.

But in the next second, the dagger sank into the heart——

From the moment he stepped into the ice room, he had already made a choice.

The demon lowered his head, his white hair slid down along with the movement, the last light in his blood red eyes dissipated, and the knuckles of the tightly clenched hands beside him made a cracking sound as they were squeezed.

He didn't seem to feel pain, and suddenly laughed out loud, wantonly and arrogantly, but there was a trace of sadness in the reverberation of the laughter.

He lost, a complete defeat.

Since he shouldn't exist, he took away everything that belonged to them and buried him with him. Thinking of it, he felt a sense of malicious revenge in his heart, and such despicable and dark emotions belonged to him.

After thinking about it, he pushed away the person in front of him, his lonely eyes just glanced at Yan Lin lightly, and then closed, as if he never wanted to see him again.

There was not even a word in the end.

The demon's body began to dissipate slowly, and at the same time the illusion began to collapse, and the broken surroundings were continuously eroded by darkness. He was the only one standing intact, looking at the dissipated person motionlessly.

He understands-

From now on, in this person's memory, there will never be him again.

After the darkness passed, he slowly opened his eyes, and the cold air entangled him in an instant, surrounding him. Master Chengshuang had already squatted in front of Shi Yuan, using his spiritual power to visit him.

A touch of icy wetness slid across his cheeks, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. He took a deep look at Shi Yuan, and then said to Cheng Shuang in a steady tone, "The junior will bid farewell first."

Cheng Shuang raised his eyes to look at him, nodded: "OK."

The other things are already tacitly understood, he has just explored the inner palace and the soul of the younger brother, and there is no serious problem except that the realm is damaged, and the master-student bond has also disappeared.

Yan Lin didn't fly away, but walked out step by step. It seemed that he had walked for a long time in the darkness, and it seemed that he had walked for a while. He looked at the brighter and brighter exit in front of him, and his heart became more and more empty, as if there was something Things never come back.

…………

He returned to Haoran Immortal Mansion and began to rectify the mess. Without his father and Yanjin, everything fell on him alone. He was surrounded by various big and small things every day, and he didn't even have a chance to stop and breathe. Gradually, he also Began to become numb, as if used to the emptiness in my heart.

Later he also heard that Sword Patriarch Shiyuan finally woke up after five years of sleep, the Changtian Sword Sect and even the entire Zhongtian Realm were overjoyed.

For him, this may be enough.

So far, he has never heard any news related to Shi Yuan. Of course, it was not because of anything happened to Shi Yuan, but because he deliberately avoided news related to him, and it continued like this for a hundred years.

They didn't meet each other, and Shi Yuan never looked for him.

Of course, he doesn't remember anything, how could he find him.

Later he handed Haoran Immortal Mansion to Yanbai.

At the beginning, Yanbai had 1 disagreements, saying that he was a collateral lineage, and with his direct lineage, it was not his turn to be the palace master, but he couldn't listen to a single word of these words. For 100 years, he had been talking to him every day He has already been busy enough with that mess of things, and the Haoran Immortal Mansion has completely stabilized. Whether he wants to keep it or not, he just wants to be lazy and walk around.

So after half a year of hard work, Yan Bai finally nodded and agreed with a dark face.

Later, he started to stop and go alone, went to many places, and even walked all the roads he had traveled. He thought that he would always meet one or two acquaintances, but ten years later, there was no one.

There is also An Jinnian, since he left that time, he has not seen him for so many years, and he even looked for him for a few years, but there is no news from the entire Zhongtian Realm, as if he disappeared out of thin air, leaving him without a clue. audio.

He just kept walking and stopping like this, and then he came to a familiar barren mountain. Looking at the familiar mountain range in front of him, the plants and trees were replaced by the passage of time, but there was no change at all. He hesitated for a while, but decided to go in. .

But who would have thought that as soon as he stepped in, there was a sound of piercing through the sky, and a sharp sword energy flew over.

He turned sideways hastily.

A man in white stood in front of him with a sword in his hand, and said coldly.

"Who trespassed."

Yan Lin looked at him blankly, his eyes swept over the black long sword, and after a while, he smiled.

"Senior, don't blame me, this junior accidentally lost his way."