The elder brother of the Patriarch of the Demon Dao killed me to prove the Tao

Huaying had a severe headache and chest pain, she wanted to sleep for a while.But he was so noisy that he couldn't fall asleep because of the chattering voices of a group of women.

Opening his eyes angrily, he found that his surroundings were pitch black and he couldn't see anything.Although I couldn't see anything, I could hear voices, which was very strange.

Huaying adjusted her breathing subconsciously, pretending to be still asleep, and then pricked up her ears to listen.

"Ouch, it seems that there is another one."

"Isn't it? In our dark prison, there will only be some white light when newcomers come, and it is usually dark."

"When she came in just now, did you see her appearance clearly?"

"I didn't look carefully. It's a woman with a good figure. She seems to be quite young."

"Too bad to die at such a young age. Hey, man..."

Hearing the last sentence, Huaying couldn't pretend anymore, a carp stood up and turned over, dead?What does it mean to die so young?Where is this place?Underworld?Or hell?

She almost burned all her brain cells before she could figure out the current situation from these gossips.

This place is called the Dark Prison, which is the name these women gave it.Because there is no limit here, no sky and no sun, there is no return, it is no different from being in prison.

And the people here are basically women, occasionally there are a few men, the most important thing is that they have one thing in common: they all have a partner who cultivates the way of ruthlessness.

In other words, the "people" here, or the souls, are all because the other half has cultivated the ruthless way, and they need to cut off the threads of love and cut off the roots of love, so they are killed by their lovers as a stumbling block.

And the souls of these unjustly dead people could not rest in peace for some reason, and were bound in this day and night chaos.

If the person who killed himself to prove the Dao attains Taoism and ascends, then the dead soul can also ascend to heaven with chickens and dogs; or if the person dies, then the dead soul will be liberated and enter the reincarnation of the next life.

It's just that in the past thousands of years, I have never heard of a person who practiced the ruthless way to achieve a positive result.

Huaying quickly captured a few key words: ruthless way, cut love thread, stumbling block...

A heart sank, during the period of her waking up, she thought of thousands of reasons for Jia Xichen to attack her, but the only thing she couldn't think of was that he wanted to practice some ruthless way!

Killed his lover for a little spiritual power?

How cold-blooded?How ridiculous?

If someone had told her before that Jia Xichen would kill her for practicing the Ruthless Dao in the future, she might have laughed at Da Ya.

But now that she is in a dark prison, even if she doesn't believe it, she can't do it.

I see him as the love of my life, but he sees himself as a stumbling block?

The more Huaying thought about it, the more funny she felt, it was so funny that she couldn't hold it back, she rolled on the ground laughing, her stomach hurt from laughing, tears rolled down her eyes, "Hahaha, it's so funny! Such a cold-blooded A vicious person can actually cultivate immortality and ask?"

Everyone in the dark prison heard Huaying's accusation, and they all echoed it. For a while, the whole dark prison was crying and howling.

At this time, a cold female voice sounded, "Oh, the world is ruthless, and all kinds are equal; in this world, everything is based on strength, who cares how you get your strength."

Huaying understood, felt funny in her heart, and retorted: "If according to what you said, there is no good or evil in this world, no matter who dies, the sky will not be merciful, as long as you have the strength, you can turn right and wrong?"

The cold female voice snorted coldly: "You don't have to be unconvinced, is it possible that there are still few vicious and cunning people in this world who don't practice the ruthless way?"

Huaying was at a loss for words, she herself was an ordinary monk with blood on her hands, could it be that all the people she killed were damned?What right does she have to accuse others of being cold-blooded and vicious?

Could it be that because she killed an irrelevant person, her lover wanted to kill her with his own hands?This retribution came too fast, too cruel.

Listening to the cold woman's questioning, Huaying suddenly felt that she was extremely wronged, her nose was sore, her throat felt uncomfortable as if something was choked, and she cried out in a panic, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... ...You fierce woman, I was killed by my lover, and I am still trapped in this ghost place. Don't you even allow me to complain? "

She kept sobbing, and her usual cunning, arrogance, and calmness were all gone, like an unreasonable child: "What are you doing with me now talking about these principles, anyway, you can never go back. I want to understand these principles and act What?"

"I just want to know why...he wanted to kill me...why...is spiritual power so precious?" Huaying shrank to the ground like a baby, crying out of breath, as if there were thousands of grievances in her heart If she doesn't spit it all out, she will be out of her wits.

"Do you know, when he stabbed with that sword, he didn't even blink his eyes, it hurts...it really hurts..."

A cold and slender hand stretched out to caress Huaying's back, as if giving her comfort and comforting her.

Feeling comforted, Huaying calmed down a little.

"Yes, indeed, I don't practice the way of ruthlessness, and I have killed many people. But in this chaotic world, people kill and eat people everywhere. Can I not kill? I came to this world, and I also want to prove my lived..."

"I'm not a sinister and cunning person, why should I have such retribution...why..."

Huaying was tired from crying, a little drowsy, muttering "I'm not cunning" and "Why kill me" and fell asleep unknowingly.

In a blur, it was as if her head was resting on a soft place, and a cool hand was holding her hand...it was very comfortable...it reminded her of her master...

In the past, Huaying felt that she was born with a god, and she would live a reckless and suave life. If she wanted her to live in poverty and happiness in the mountains like a master, it would be better than bloody winds and enemies.

However, after she met Jia Xichen, nothing like Yujian Feihong or building Gaoqiong Tower could compare to his one-year-old glance. Huaying felt that walking the world with Jia Xichen with sword and sword was the most beautiful thing in the world.

It's just that the most beautiful person in the world gave her the most beautiful dream, and then tore that dream to pieces with his own hands.

Recalling the heart-slaying sword, Huaying seemed to feel that her chest began to hurt again, it hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that she can hardly breathe.

It's not as if it's really hurting. Normally, a dead person wouldn't feel pain, but Huaying really felt the heart-wrenching pain. Accompanied by the pain, the heart began to heat up. Slowly, there was a throbbing.

Huaying suddenly remembered that when she was still on the mountain, her master liked to refine all kinds of pills. Of course, she herself called it elixir.And Xiaohuaying was coaxed to eat all kinds of "miracle elixir" in her daily life, but as expected, none of them had any effect, and quite a few had diarrhea after eating.

She vaguely remembered that her master coaxed her to take a pill called "Put it to death and then live again".

According to the Void Mountain Man, this elixir will not cause any reaction immediately after taking it, but the medicinal power will remain in the body; if the owner dies in vain, there is a [-]% chance of bringing the dead back to life.

Huaying rolled her huge eyes at that time: Co-authoring this medicine doesn't work for the living, but for the dead. It's a veritable "deceitful ghost"?There's only a [-]% chance...

These medicinal materials are so precious, it would be a pity to lose them, so they should be used as tonics.

Huaying was stunned: Master has wasted countless valuable medicinal materials in this life, and has been defeated repeatedly, and the only one who succeeded was this "put it to death and then reborn" which sounds the least likely to succeed?

Feeling the changes in the body, the beating of the heart became more and more regular, and a thought flashed in Huaying's mind: "Everyone, everyone, I am going back to the world soon. If you don't want to stay in this dark prison, you can write it down in this booklet. The name of my heartbroken man, I will kill that guy for you when I go back, so that you can be relieved." After saying that, she pulled out a long white silk from Qiankun's sleeve and threw it out.

There was a skeptical voice of discussion in my ears, "I've never heard that anyone can go back alive from this dark prison."

"I'm afraid this girl has been hit too hard, and she has hallucinations?"

"Never mind her, let a dead horse be a living horse doctor."

"I don't want to suffer any longer. When I think of me suffering in this dark place while that bastard is free and easy in the world, I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood. I sign this name!"

"........."

The surroundings were pitch black, and the eyes could not see. When Bai Ling returned to Hua Ying's hand, she stroked it with the palm of her hand. The soft Bai Ling had become a little stiff, exuding a strong bloody smell, and the names were densely written on it. , each name is scarlet.

Cut flesh and blood, write your name, and write my grievances!

Huaying shouted loudly: "Fierce woman, what is the name of your enemy?"

After a while, a cold woman's voice sounded, "I didn't write."

There seemed to be a little more warmth in her voice this time.

"Why, you can't trust me? Tell me quickly, I'm going back soon!" Huaying said anxiously.

The female voice was still unhurried, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just...I don't want to be free."

"Don't want to be free? Have you forgiven him?"

The woman gave a rare chuckle, and there was actually a gentle taste in it: "If you see a person clearly, what's the point if you just forgive? It's interesting to see this person clearly and love you so much."

Huaying only felt that these words were so painful, she shouted sharply: Is he worthy?

The cold woman didn't answer, but just sighed.

My heart is beating faster and faster, and my consciousness is becoming more and more blurred. I must go back, "My name is Huaying, what's your name?"

"Joe Yan."

"Okay, Qiao Yan, just wait, I will find a way to rescue you when I go back..."

"No need."

However, Huaying didn't hear Qiao Yan's answer, and she lost consciousness after she finished saying that.