I studied beheading in a mental institution

Demons and Buddha's light, these two completely different things rubbed against each other on his body, and they were incompatible with each other.

Sun Wukong half-kneeled on the ground, his face twisted violently under the torment of two forces.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye behind him was shocked.

He who has experienced the possession of the great sage knows very well

The feeling of tearing the soul in two is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Demonic energy and Buddha's light intertwined in Sun Wukong's body, he gritted his teeth, and slowly stood up from the ground.

The Heavenly Court was destroyed, and all the gods of Great Xia died. In the vast world, he was the only god left. Hatred and anger filled his chest. Even though the world was huge, in his eyes, he had only one destination left. .

Those furious eyes stared fixedly at the tumbling mist in front of them, shining with unprecedented killing intent and madness.

"Mist... I just want to see what kind of thing you are!"

He held the golden cudgel in his palm, and the half-devil, half-Buddha terrifying aura raged across the heaven and earth. He stepped out with a sudden step, and the endless clouds rolled under his feet, carrying his body, rushing towards the mist without hesitation. .

He passed through the invisible wall of miracles, and his figure completely disappeared into the mist.

With his disappearance, the nine statues of the gods of the country gradually faded from the sight of the mortal world, and the invisible wall of miracles eternally protected the entire territory of Great Xia, keeping out the fog of death.

In the dead silence of the world, only the endless whistling of the wind remained.

A crimson figure stood next to the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, before the majestic border of the mist, like a sculpture, quietly standing in place.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

After an unknown amount of time, he could no longer hold back the pain in his heart, let out an angry growl, and smashed his fist into the snow below him, causing snowflakes to fly all over the sky. A deep sense of powerlessness appeared on his face.

Lin Qiye knelt on the snow field, his mind was full of images of the Great Xia gods crashing into the sacred monument like moths flying into the flames, Queen Mother of the West, Daoist Yuding, Emperor Fengdu, Yang Jian... His mind was always echoing. Looking at the resounding sky, the oath full of death will.

In the end, he seemed to see Sun Wukong's eyes with a hint of hope, and gradually turned to the scene of despair and collapse.

"Fuck!!!" He buried his hands in the thick snow, opened his mouth, and let out a roar.

Damn it! !

Damn it! !Obviously he can't change anything!Why witness all this with your own eyes!

The silhouette of time faded away like a tide, and the dark mist outside the border gradually returned to grayish white. The "mysterious" corpses lying on the ground in disorder, along with Zhu Bajie's and Sha Wujing's corpses, and the smudged pool of blood beneath them, all appeared together. Bit by bit disappeared without a trace.

The Kunlun mirror's power of time reflection is completely interrupted here.

The drowsy sky disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pitch black night.

I don't know when, there is no light between the sky and the earth, and the endless darkness covers every corner of the Pamirs, like a desperate and dead abyss.

Lin Qiye knelt down in the snow, oblivious to everything around him.

At this moment, countless crisp sword sounds exploded from somewhere in the nothingness. They were mixed in the howling cold wind, like sad and painful wails.

Lin Qiye was stunned, he raised his head in a daze, looked around, and gently pressed the palm of his right hand against his chest.

He didn't know where these sword cries came from, but he could clearly feel that in the endless sword cries, there was the same emotion as him... grief, unwillingness, anger!

Swords... also have feelings?

At this moment, Lin Qiye seemed to realize something, lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"Everything in the world has spirituality, and the sword is the leader of all soldiers, and the spirituality is even more... Only by forging the soul with intention, making it observe emotions, emotions and swords, and casting swords to open the front, can spirituality be connected to the gods."

That was what Queen Mother Xi told him, and it was also the reason why she reproduced all the previous scenes.

She is letting the sword watch the situation, using the death will of countless Great Xia gods to sacrifice their lives to turn into monuments, to infect the spiritual sword, and to forge swords for it!

Thousands of sword cries echoed in Lin Qiye's ears. He could clearly perceive the resonance of each sword with his own emotions. They were not only swords, but also audiences of this magnificent epic. participants.

Lin Qiye could even feel that their sword sounds were full of the same death will as the Great Xia Gods!

"... bless all the people of my Great Xia, peace forever!"

Although the sword is silent, the love is as deep as the sea.

Just as Lin Qiye resonated with the emotions of many ancient swords, a figure stepped out from the void of snowflakes and stood in front of him.

The gold-plated purple-patterned divine robe swayed gently in the wind. Queen Mother Xi, wearing a golden crown, stretched out her hand to lift Lin Qiye who was kneeling on the ground, and gently patted the snowflakes off his cloak. In it, there was a touch of tenderness.

"The Queen Mother..." Lin Qiye opened his mouth in a hoarse voice.

"You don't have to blame yourself, this is the history of my Great Xia hundreds of years ago, and it cannot be changed... You just witnessed everything again." Queen Mother Xi's voice was extremely soft.

A bitterness appeared on Lin Qiye's face.

Even though he knew that everything that happened just now was just a phantom, but for Lin Qiye who was in it, it was a real experience, his sadness, his guilt, his unwillingness, his anger...all were real existing.

Only after experiencing all of this in person, did he truly understand what kind of weight lies behind the words "self-destructive cultivation, turning monuments into town".

His fists clenched uncontrollably.

At this moment, Queen Mother Xi seemed to have noticed something, turned her head and looked towards the east.

"Lin Qiye, look." Queen Mother Xi said softly.

Lin Qiye looked up, only to see a gleam of light rippling faintly from among the peaks of the snow-capped mountains in the east, and a smear of fish-belly white climbed up the dark night sky, dispelling the endless darkness and abyss.

"Ma'am, what's the matter?" He asked puzzled.

"It's dawn." The Queen Mother of the West stared at the rising sun and said calmly:

"The era that belongs to us... should come back."

Lin Qiye was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and looked in the direction of the rising sun again.

Today is the day the devil training ends.

And finally...the tenth day.