Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Yan Chicheng returned to Yemeng Bieyuan.

The sun in Dongling was just right, and the sky was clear, but thunder was faintly heard from the sky.

Ling Jian was floating in mid-air in his old age, like a straw man who would disperse at the touch of a poke.

Yan Chicheng watched him sort out the things in the house back and forth. This small courtyard was destroyed and rebuilt within a hundred years, and it was built and destroyed again. It was the half-ghost old steward who handled it, so that it could be restored to its original state on the day they returned.

"It's going to thunder again..." The old steward said tremblingly, "Master...how is Master..."

Yan Chicheng said: "He is fine."

The old steward said "Oh", and slowly took out a roll of quilt from the room to dry, and said casually, "Yan Xiao...why don't you go and stay with the young master?"

Yan Chicheng lowered his eyes and said, "He doesn't want me to accompany him, nor does he want me to watch him."

The old steward was stunned for a moment, and then laughed "hehe": "The young master must have caused trouble again. When he comes back, you can talk about him."

Yan Chicheng did not speak.

There were two more thunderclaps in the sky, and the old steward was taking out his books to dry.

Yan Chicheng said: "It's going to rain soon, don't do any useless work."

Ling Jian said in a dazed way: "When it's wet, it's enough to dry it again. If it weren't for these things to be built, destroyed, built, wet, sun-dried and wet, what's the point of the old man's life?"

Yan Chicheng let out a long sigh.

"People in Dongling started crying again," the old steward said quietly to himself while moving things, "There are always people who die and people who live, people who cry and people who laugh, making noise, and finally quiet down. After a few years, it was noisy again..."

"Punishing Xie Formation." Yan Chicheng said suddenly, "It's the voice of Punishing Xie Formation."

"Is the young master setting up the formation?" Ling Jian raised his hand curiously, spread out the collection of basic exercises and put them on the table, "Young master, do you want to exorcise Dongling?"

"That's right." Yan Chicheng said, "He made some changes, and drew those star officials, disciples...and common people who were swallowed by the gold-haired clothes to the front of the formation, and he will fight them forever."

Ling Jian sighed in amazement: "What a terrible crime!... Is there really no other way?"

Yan Chicheng was silent for a long time.

"The roots of the tree of living souls grow from the flesh and blood of those people, and the ghosts of the other world use the stump roots as a medium to seize the bodies of mortals in this world," he said slowly, "he wants to take these bodies, together with Zhu Bailing's ghost fetus, , handed over to Tianlei for burning."

"The young master is here, calling for Tianlei?" Ling Jian opened his mouth wide.

"He doesn't need to recruit Tianlei." Yan Chicheng said, he gently stroked the book that was wet by the sudden raindrops, "Tianlei will come to him."

Ling Jian said "ahhh" twice, kneeling on the ground, the books in his hands fell to the ground, and the slowly accumulated puddles made the paper transparent.

"The eye of the array, where is the eye of the array?" He finally said, "Ling Jian... wants to give Xianjun a ride."

The eyes are in Xiaojing Lake.

When Ling Jian arrived at Xiaojing Lake, Xie Qiushi was drinking with Shuiniang.

Ling Jian: "..."

Seeing him, Xie Qiushi beamed and stretched out his arms to pull him over, hugging his elbows, and said with a smile: "This immortal gentleman is about to die, and there is such a good thing as enjoying the blessings of all people!"

Shui Niang said anxiously: "Master, it's so good, you should think of a way quickly..."

"There is no other way." Xie Qiushi raised his head and drank the wine, "It is only natural to pay off debts. Those who are trapped by the golden lace clothes covet luck that does not belong to them, change their fate against the sky, and rob others of their future... …they, like me, are bound by an inescapable debt."

"There is no such thing as evil in the world!" Shui Niang said with red eyes, "They have done wrong things and should be handed over to the government for punishment. If the young master kills their heads, the evil will be blamed on the young master!"

Xie Qiushi didn't care, and said with a smile, "Am I still guilty of this?"

He threw the jug on the table, lifted his robe, walked out of the water pavilion, stepped on the colorful fairy formation, held a jade fan and emerald beads, and thought: Xue Lingjing died here back then, saying that he went against the road but did not regret it, now Why is it that I am not like this, everything I do is a crime that is counted on me, but everything except me is unmatched and must be done, what should I regret, what should I do terrible! ...It's just that he waited for me and stayed with me—but of all the people I killed, who didn't stay with me?

After thinking about it, he raised his head, his eyes were clear and determined, and in the Nine Heavens, Qin Lingche seemed to notice his gaze, and suddenly lowered his head and chuckled.

Zhou Yingxin stopped and asked doubtfully, "Your Majesty?"

"Nothing." Qin Lingche shook his head.

Zhou Yingxin was puzzled: "Your Majesty laughed for no reason, presumably there is something happy about it."

"It's not a happy event, but it's just interesting." Qin Lingche smiled, "It's been more than [-] years since Hongmeng, and it's been reincarnated for hundreds of generations. This is the first time I've seen this stubborn stone become a mortal through and through."

The first burst of thunder sounded, Yan Chicheng looked at his palm, but finally did not move.

He waved his hand to let Ling Jian's things outside the courtyard float back to the inner room, he lit the brazier, and threw those books into it.

What Xie Qiushi said to him before he left was to make him want to live, and if these things were left in the world, every time he looked at them, the thought of living would fade away.

He didn't know how he would spend the years to come, and he didn't know if he really wanted to live to the end of the world. He looked at the ashes and ashes all over the ground, and heard the thunder in his ears, and he felt something inside his body. What has just grown is quietly going away.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the fire in the furnace suddenly went out.

He frowned, and squeezed a formula to make the fire burn more vigorously.

The tongue of fire rose slowly, but when it touched the damp book, it turned into a wisp of smoke again, and then died out.

He took a closer look and saw five familiar big characters written on the book:

"Eight Desolation Sovereign Law".

Yan Chicheng's heart moved, he took the "Only Venerable Law" out of the brazier, and the fire started to burn again, he opened the book, and Qin Lingche's handwriting appeared vividly on the paper.

He and Xie Qiushi had already been familiar with the content of "The Art of Sovereignty", so there was no need to read it again, but after reading it again this time, they always felt that there were some differences in the art.

Yan Chicheng frowned, and quickly flipped through the technique from beginning to end. There were still those few lines in the scriptures of the exercise, and there was no difference. He flipped through it again, and suddenly stopped after the last page.

I saw that the book cover was bulging due to being wet and scorched, and the writing was faintly exposed inside. Yan Chicheng cut the book cover, and a yellowed piece of paper full of wrinkles fell out from inside.

The piece of paper was covered with large and small handwriting, even stained with dark blood spots. It was still Qin Lingche's handwriting, but it was completely different from the upright and vigorous handwriting in front - the handwriting was messy and scrawled. It also seems that there is a lack of energy, as if a person was extremely weak, biting hatred and unwillingness, and wrote the article reluctantly.

Back and forth on the paper, only six words are repeated cyclically:

It's easy to die, but it's hard to live

It's easy to die, but it's hard to live

It's easy to die, but hard to survive!

The gaps between the characters are filled with these six small characters, and Yan Chicheng can almost imagine the circumstances under which Qin Lingche wrote this line of words—he is the Ninth Five-Year Master, but he has to do it time and time again. Tasting the evil debt, he has to use reincarnation to wash away his evil spirits, and he has to pay a heavier price every time than in his previous life.

How many times has His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven smashed his teeth, twisted his limbs, was covered in filth, and was crushed into the dust like an animal, making life worse than death?He must have preferred to lose his soul countless times, and would rather die with all his strength, so over and over again, he gritted his teeth and warned himself on this palm-sized piece of paper: death is easy, but life is so difficult!

Yan Chicheng frowned tightly, as if something had crashed into his sea of ​​consciousness, it was as small as a mosquito, but it was emitting a faint light.

It's easy to die, but it's hard to live... It's easy to die, it's hard to live...

He suddenly remembered the day he cut off the root of the Soul Tree for Xie Qiushi, thought of Zhu Bailing, and thought of the crying Dongling people outside.

It would be easy for him to die for Xie Qiushi, but if he were to live for Xie Qiushi...

A bright light flashed across his mind like lightning, he let out a long cry, and flew away from Yemeng Bieyuan. The dark figure passed by Wuling, Xiaojing Lake, and Yingtai Mountain above Taoyuanjin.

The sky thunder rolls at the end of the mountain, the angry waves hit the shore, and the thunder rains little by little. One angry sound is nine thunderbolts, and one thunderbolt can be divided into nine strands.

Yan Chicheng's eyes were cold, his voice was decisive, and he said word by word: "The Great Asura Mantra."

"Everything is quiet, all beings are equal."

The vast chaos in the mortal world froze for a moment, and even the heavens were shaken by three points.

Zhou Yingxin called out: "Your Majesty, this is?!"

Qin Lingche shook his head, and sighed regretfully: "He found out."

Zhou Yingxin was confused: "What did he find?"

The Emperor of Heaven did not answer, but walked slowly along the lotus pond, and when he reached a weeping willow, he seemed to be interested, and said: "I once gave Xie Qiushi the Law of the Eight Desolation, and now it is just right. robbery."

Zhou Yingshen frowned and said: "Your Majesty is the Lord of the Heaven Realm, so you can practice this Sovereign Art. Even if Xie Qiushi practices it, it may not be able to use this to dispel evil spirits."

"You impatient person—who said that Xie Qiushi practiced?" Qin Lingche sighed, took a ruyi and tapped Zhou Yingxin's head lightly, "Yan Chicheng practiced."

Zhou Yingxin said "Huh?"

"Since Yan Chicheng sits on the Asura Dao, it's not surprising that he can practice this Sovereign Technique." Qin Lingche thought it was funny.

"But he is outside the Three Realms, and he is not infected with evil spirits, so why should he suffer from this..." Zhou Yingxin covered her mouth as she spoke.

"Why suffer all this, right?" Qin Lingche finished casually, as if he didn't care about his bloody past.

Zhou Yingxin didn't speak.

"He wants to live." Qin Lingche said, "or...he wants to come back to life."

As he spoke, he tapped his fingertips, and the mirror-clear pool water suddenly reflected the scene of the Dao Shura—red mountains on all sides, boiling water at the end, fire flowing in the air, blood swallows flying, countless ghosts and spirits climbing up from the bottom of the cliff, pulling The iron willow weeping branches with sharp edges on all sides is just to get to the cliff and be judged by the master of Shura Tao.

It's just that at this time, the master of Shura Dao is not on the mountain.

Zhou Yingxin was just about to ask a question, but suddenly lost his voice in shock. He pointed to the bottom of the cliff and shouted, "That's...that's..."

I saw Yan Chicheng among the thousands of ghosts at the bottom of the cliff, step by step, climbing up, countless white bones were pulling his feet, trying to pull him down, and the thin leaves of the iron willow cut him bloody.

"Where is he going... Where is he going to climb?"

Qin Lingche said, "Just wait and see."

I saw that Yan Chicheng had been climbing for an unknown how long, and the hand that was almost as white as bones finally grabbed the rock at the top. At this moment, a blood swallow screamed and flew over, and the flying feathers burning with red flames slapped him. into the bottom of the cliff.

Zhou Yingxin's face turned pale, before he could react, Yan Chicheng climbed up the cliff again.

"How much power and ambition do you have, the Eight Desolation Dominance Technique will ask you to repay as much as you go through the catastrophe." Qin Lingche looked at his palm and smiled coldly, "But as long as you survive After this catastrophe...after this catastrophe, the Dao of Heaven will give you back a brand new body, clean as a newborn child, without guilt or guilt, without injustice or debt, and you will be reborn calmly between heaven and earth."

"Why did Yan Chicheng do this?" Zhou Yingxin was tongue-tied, "He wants to do this, how many times does he want to climb like this? How long?"

The Emperor of Heaven rubbed his brows, smiled without answering, and after a while, he asked jokingly: "I just said, how many years has it been since the Primordial Mist?"

Zhou Yingxin didn't understand what he meant, and replied honestly: "More than [-] years."

"Yes, yes." Qin Lingche clapped his hands and laughed, "He has been the master of the Dao of Great Asura for more than [-] years... Naturally, he will have to climb for more than [-] years."

Over [-] years have passed in the Dao of the Great Asura, but the mortal world seems to have only stagnated for a moment.

The thunderstorm roared unwillingly, and the thunder ignited the fire, crackling and burning Xiaojinghu.

Xie Qiushi lay disheveled on the scorched grass, his face was white and gray like a cat, his eyes were tightly closed, and various sounds came from his ears - crackling thunder, dripping rain , People's cries, noises, screams, and laughter.

Who is laughing?He was at a loss, who was laughing?

Sect Leader Xie thought: Could it be that I went to Hades' Underworld and met Xue Lingjing and the others, they were laughing at me for being useless and dying ugly and miserable?

He opened his eyes vigorously, and was shocked by the sight in front of him——

The Dongling people who were supposed to be chopped into charcoal together with him looked at each other with blank faces. Occasionally, a few found their wives, children and old mothers who came with them, hugging each other and crying; They were talking together, and the Nether girls were surrounding Zhu Bailing. Zhu Bailing didn't seem to be in danger of life, but his face was a little gloomy.

He lowered his head and looked at his body. Although the patches were blackened here and there, and there were quite a few bloody scars, but there was no sign of dying, and it was far from being scattered.

"What's going on?" He staggered and wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground due to lack of energy. When he lay down on his back, he suddenly found that the sky was bright and clear after the rain. Are you still dreaming?"

A palm-sized white leaf fell from the air, he raised his hand to catch it, and the familiar fragrance of plants and trees filled his nose.

"Ah..." He murmured in a trance, gently stroking the leaf in his hand, tears burst out of his eyes, "Ah...ah..."

White leaves fell like snow from the top of Yingtai Mountain, gently covering his body.

hug him tightly.

Zhou Yingshen pursed her lips tightly and looked at the scene in the water mirror in disbelief. She saw Yan Chicheng's body turned into smoke and dust in the sea of ​​swords and flames, while the long-dead old trees on Mount Yingtai were stretching, trembling, and growing again. Layers of cang twigs and snow leaves.

"It turns out that he practiced the Sovereign Art to revive the Tree of Life..." He said softly, "But in this way, how can he solve the catastrophe?"

"The Sovereign Art is to eliminate evil spirits with virtue." Qin Lingche said flatly, "More than ten thousand people in Dongling are parasitized by dead roots and remnant souls. Now the tree of living souls is revived, the ghost way is revived, and ghosts return to the world. Occupying the bodies of the people of Dongling, and these tens of thousands of people survived, is the merit of Yan Chicheng."

Zhou Yingxin said "huh": "You said just now that he doesn't suffer from evil spirits and receives no merit..."

Qin Lingche smiled and said, "Silly boy, silly boy." He pointed to Xie Qiushi who was squatting on the ground with his knees hugged and crying like a little silly cat. : "Who did he do these things for, that is whose merit."