take care of yourself

Jianxiu hung the World-Saving Sword on his waist, reached out his hand again to touch the faint light in front of his brow, and stood there with his arms crossed, thinking.

"What is this light that looks like a shield?" Jiu Sujian asked, "It looks quite nice."

When it asked a word, the shimmering light changed color again, from slightly white and bright light to a somewhat blood-red color. In response, Yao did not reach out to touch it rashly. He frowned and observed the reduced package. The red mist of the shuttle boat that kept stopping beside him replied, "It's the mind."

"I don't know if he has any back tricks," he said worriedly, "but judging by the current situation, my sword formation may come in handy soon."

The heart demon didn't hear this sentence, and even if it heard it, it wouldn't care too much. The gap between the sword cultivator in the middle stage of transformation and the demon cultivator who was only a little bit close to stepping into the tribulation cannot be filled by a few swords. It doesn't need to worry that the magic cultivator after merging with itself will suffer from Ying Yao, as long as it can catch Zhuo Yuanshan's flaws and let him accept itself.

And its purpose doesn't seem too far from being realized.

At the moment when Zhuo Yuanshan folded his palms to hold the slap-long "Ying Yao" in his palm, the heart demon leaped onto Zhuo Yuanshan's thigh. The white wolf Yuanshan in the sea of ​​consciousness twitched slightly, and was immediately engulfed by the red mist, falling into a trap. Deeper sleep.

Zhuo Yuanshan grabbed "Ying Yao", held him up in front of his eyes, and rubbed his head with the pulp of his other hand irresistibly.

"Ying Yao"'s head protruded from the ring formed by his thumb and forefinger, his neatly combed hair was messed up, and his face was full of anger, and he tugged hard on the Jiusu sword that was caught between his fingers, He threw the crooked hairpin out, landed on Zhuo Yuanshan's knee with a slap, and broke into three or four pieces.

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't care about his little struggle, "Ying Yao" pulled the Jiusu sword until his cheeks flushed, but the Jiusu sword didn't move at all.

After a while, his arm had some cramps, and his whole body froze for a moment. He no longer tried to draw out the Jiusu sword, and slowly lowered his head. His long hair that hung down blocked his expression. Zhuo Yuanshan gently pulled out the Jiusu sword from his hand. The sword parted the hair on his forehead, and sighed a little tiredly.

"Let me tell you what's the use of me being in a demon," he said mockingly, "Don't say you, a demon conjured up to lie to me, even the real Ah Yao wouldn't sympathize with or comfort me."

"Ying Yao" said stiffly, "Go to hell, you bastard."

Zhuo Yuanshan has already discovered that the "Ying Yao" in his hand doesn't seem to be able to use spiritual power, otherwise he wouldn't have to work so hard to jump from the back of his hand to his shoulder, just stepping on the sword to save the common people, so he was in Bogu I found a glazed cup on the shelf and put "Ying Yao" in it, and then threw a small ball of spiritual power to wrap the whole glazed cup to prevent him from jumping out of the glazed cup accidentally.

"Ying Yao" struggled for a while, and found that it was impossible for him to break Zhuo Yuanshan's spiritual power. He sat down on the bottom of the cup with his knees in frustration, and beat the wall of the cup with his hand after a while, powerlessly said: " What are you trying to do by turning me into this? Pack it in a beautiful box and give it away? Uncle Zhuo Shi, you really know how to play."

This time Zhuo Yuanshan is even more sure that the scene created by the heart demon happened after Ying Yao got rid of the love gu, but it was based on his imagination. If he followed the method of breaking the illusion twice last time, he would have to kill Ying Yao", and at the same time lose the opportunity to enter the Heaven-reaching Realm.

The inner demon probably wanted him to recall the pain of exhausting all his efforts and gaining nothing, but Zhuo Yuanshan didn't really care about this.

He touched "Ying Yao"'s cheek with his fingertips, "Ying Yao" didn't move, probably aware of his situation, and looked at him with an angry expression.

Zhuo Yuanshan recalled that when Ying Yao had just been imprisoned in the cave in Xixue Mountain, and was picked up by him as a furnace, Ying Yao also looked obedient and obedient at that time. He was looking for trouble and tried his best to resist him, but he was caught by the pulse door and swallowed his anger.

"Actually, I can do it now," the demon tempts softly, "If I take him away, his master will only think that he is missing in the secret realm, and then turn him into a puppet... imprison him or use secret methods to make him look like he is now. As small as that, I could be with him forever."

When Zhuo Yuanshan heard this sentence that seemed to come from his own heart, his eyes flickered for a moment, pretending not to realize that it was the hands and feet of a demon, and following its meaning: It would be best if he could control his size, Where is this secret method?

The heart demon didn't know where there was such a secret method, but it took the opportunity to sneak into the dantian of Zhuoyuan Mountain.

One more will be enough, the demon thought cautiously, there are already enough hints, otherwise it should be too late.

Zhuo Yuanshan stared at "Ying Yao" in the glazed cup, silently thinking about the intention of the heart demon to construct such an illusion and tempt him to force Ying Yao to obey him.

He knew that the three illusions constructed by the demon were not created out of nothing. Every "Ying Yao" that appeared in front of him came from the way he had imagined to obtain Ying Yao. The only difference was that the demon spared no effort to show him The worst consequences.

It made "Ying Yao" die to escape from him, and after death, he was refined into a corpse to be tortured by him endlessly, but he was ignorant of all this, and was so meek that when he wanted to kill him, he cut out his heart and handed it to him ;

And then turned "Ying Yao" into a walking dead dummy, the meekness and whole-hearted dependence that Zhuo Yuanshan wanted most in the past appeared on him in a creepy way, which made Zhuo Yuanshan feel pity in his heart , and even felt relieved when he killed "Ying Yao" and set him free.

In comparison, the third illusion even seemed tender and affectionate. Except that "Ying Yao" had shrunk to the length of a palm, and his cultivation was not as good as before, he was still a complete person, or the sword cultivator who was so proud that people were happy, so The decision to kill him seemed particularly difficult.

Zhuo Yuanshan thought of the method prescribed by the heart demon for him to escape from the illusion, and suddenly felt fear in his heart.

"I won't give you to anyone," he murmured. "I'll never lose you again. We'll see each other later, won't we?"

"Ying Yao" seemed to be frightened by the indifferent and distorted expression on his face, he kicked his legs back in a panic, hit the back heavily against the wall of the glazed lamp, and turned his head back in horror, as if he didn't know the pain He hit the wall with his shoulder, but the clothes on his shoulders were stained with blood in the blink of an eye, but the wall of the lamp did not move at all.

"Ying Yao" screamed in despair, changed hands and beat the wall of the lamp, crying bitterly: "No...no! Let me go! Don't kill me!"

Instead, Zhuo Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "You are not like him anymore." He took the palm-length "Ying Yao" out of the glass cup and said softly, "Although my Ah Yao cherishes life, but Never cry like that."

"Ying Yao" hiccupped himself from crying, then turned his head and bit his finger.

Such a small "Ying Yao" couldn't even bite a piece of his skin, Zhuo Yuanshan hardly felt his finger being bitten by him, so he couldn't help but sighed again, gently took him off his finger, spread out Open your hands and let him curl up in your palms.

"It's a good thing you don't look like him," he said again, "It's so similar that I really don't know if I can do it."

"Ying Yao" rolled himself into a small ball, he was still crying, and after a while, a small piece of Zhuo Yuanshan's palm was wet from crying, Zhuo Yuanshan lowered his eyes and pressed his fingertips on his chest, "Ying Yao" wrapped his limbs around his fingers like a drowning person meeting a life-saving straw, choked up and said, "I don't want to die...I still want to take care of Master."

The personality of "Ying Yao" fabricated by the heart demon changes three times every moment, none of them are quite like him, Zhuo Yuanshan can recognize that it is not Ying Yao, and he doesn't like any of them.

Zhuo Yuanshan released a burst of spiritual power from his fingertips and shattered "Ying Yao"'s heart, causing him to die painlessly.

This time it didn't go dark like the previous few times, and then a new scene appeared out of thin air, and the limbs of "Ying Yao" wrapped around his fingertips fell weakly, and stayed in his palm like a crumpled piece of paper After a while, the color of the whole person faded away, becoming as transparent and cold as an ice sculpture.

With a slight movement of Zhuo Yuanshan's palm, he was so broken that he couldn't put it back together.

After a few breaths, "Ying Yao" turned into a small puddle of water, Zhuo Yuanshan put down his hand expressionlessly, wondering why the demon still left him where he was, and then felt that the demon appeared behind him .

The thin beard on Xin Mo's body was combed up in an orderly manner, and the contours of the facial features on the face were much clearer than before. It could be seen that it was a human face, but it was hard to say what it looked like. The moment it appeared, Zhuo Yuanshan His hair stood on end, but before he could turn around, the inner demon quickly stretched out its tentacles and pushed him hard.

Zhuo Yuanshan staggered, the scene around him faded away bit by bit before he stood still, and then tore apart like white paper torn apart, he was dizzy and sweaty like he had fallen from a height.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Yuanshan found himself sitting on a beauty chair hanging in the air.

There was a thick red mist floating in front of his eyes, the shuttle boat was looming not far away, a divine sense was locked on him, and a familiar sword boy was floating three feet away from him, staring at him faintly.

The consciousness locked on him did not hide at all, Zhuo Yuanshan was very familiar with its breath, except for Ying Yao, no sword cultivator's consciousness had a faint but clear smell of alcohol, let alone him and Ying Yao in the Tongtian Realm. a living person.

His eyes stayed on the sword boy who was holding the sword for a moment, and following the flowing spiritual energy, he found a line of the formation, and Ying Yao got out of the shuttle boat, holding the world-saving sword in his hand.

Zhuo Yuanshan was dazed for a moment, not knowing whether he had just come out of the illusion or a new ghost created by a demon, he hesitated and said, "Ayao?"

Ying Yao, who didn't know whether it was true or not, raised his eyebrows at him, looked at him for a while, and teased, "Have you passed the tribulation of love?"