I am cultivating and becoming a saint in a parallel world

"You are born to be the embodiment of misfortune. The closer people are to you, the greater your influence will be. They will also be entangled by misfortune and not end well. Just like your parents, your aunt and uncle, your expression Brother, the friends you played with when you were young, the senior brothers who were the best to you, all their misfortunes are because of you...Only when you die will you stop bringing misfortune to others."

"Shen Xuanyi, listen. I don't know what you are hearing or feeling now, but no matter what, you must not be controlled by it. This is an illusion created by the Nightmare Beast. Everything you hear and see is Fake, only we are real. You just need to listen to us, believe us, and not let other things control your mind."

The voices in his head intertwined with Wei Xuanshang's. Shen Xuanyi felt that he was about to fall into the abyss, and suddenly a hand stretched out from above and grabbed him. Then he hung like this on the edge of the cliff, the abyss below sucking him down, but the hand above did not relax at all.

In fact, the abyss was more attractive to him because it represented the end of all pain. But the hand above...it seemed to grasp his body and soul at the same time.

Under such circumstances, he felt the pain of tearing his soul apart.

Shen Xuanyi's hesitation accelerated the speed of the cycle. The four scenes were like a sped-up movie, and everything became faster.

Other things had no effect on them, but in the fourth scene, when everyone's movements nearly doubled and the four of them still maintained their original state, the disadvantage suddenly became apparent.

Wei Xuanshang suddenly remembered a fruit-cutting game she played as a child. The people around her were like fruits on the screen. She had to concentrate on getting rid of them the moment they approached her.

Once her hand speed slows down, the situation may be reversed immediately, and she herself becomes a fruit.

After the second killing, everyone lay on the ground as if exhausted.

Suddenly it started to rain, diluting the blood on their hands and faces.

"What's going on?" Wu Qiqi slowly sat up from the ground, holding a knife he snatched from the noodle maker, "Why did it rain suddenly?"

There was obviously no rain during the first cycle.

As soon as she finished speaking, the bodies lying all over the farmyard and the whole yard began to dissipate, and they came to a temple where it was raining.

The houses and walls are built against the mountains, and the yellow paint gives them a simple and solemn atmosphere. The temple is covered with bamboos inside and outside, and the green branches and leaves rustle under the raindrops.

Under the rain curtain, a young man wearing a monk's robe and short silver-gray hair controlled the blood mist in his hand and lifted another young monk in a monk's robe into the air.

Blood flowed from his mouth, nostrils, eyes and ear holes and was washed to the ground by the rain.

Shen Xuanyi's eyes were about to burst, and he let out a heartbreaking roar: "No!"

He rushed towards his younger self like crazy.

All this happened so suddenly that Wei Xuan Shang and the other three people had no time to catch him.

Shen Xuanyi rushed to his fourteen-year-old self and raised the kitchen knife in his hand to chop him down without hesitation.

Wei Xuanshang and Wu Qiqi had already experienced it once, until in this illusion, only their former selves would not attack the owner of the nightmare.

Therefore, although Shen Xuanyi lost his spirit, because the other party showed no resistance, the knife hit the fourteen-year-old Shen Xuanyi's arm with great accuracy.

However, an extremely shocking aspect appeared in the next moment - after the knife fell, the arm Shen Xuanyi mentioned was broken like the other person.

The young monk fell to the ground, and the fourteen-year-old crazy Shen Xuanyi turned around and stared blankly at himself who was holding the knife to kill him.

Shen Xuanyi seemed to feel no pain. After his arm was broken, he immediately picked up the knife on the ground with his left arm and continued to slash at himself on the opposite side.

"You can't kill him!" Wei Xuanshang reacted suddenly, "All his injuries will be replicated on your body, and you won't be able to get out alive if you kill him."

Wu Qiqi and Kong Xiuyuan stepped forward to help, and the three of them worked together to snatch the knife from Shen Xuanyi's hand.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He was pushed to the ground by Wu Qiqi. Looking at the body of the young monk a few meters away, he collapsed and cried, "Senior brother!"

"what!"

Kong Xiuyuan took off his clothes, tore them open, and tied up his broken arm. Then he quickly pressed a few acupuncture points on his body, and the blood flow finally stopped.

The three of them couldn't bear to look at Shen Xuanyi in a collapsed state.

Just as Wu Qiqi was about to help him up from the ground, the fourteen-year-old Shen Xuanyi who was standing next to him like a wooden man suddenly moved.

A ball of blood mist flew out from the palm of his left hand and wrapped around the neck of Wu Qiqi, who had his back turned to him.

"Seven seven!"

"Ugh..." The next second, Wei Xuanshang was also surrounded by a suffocating feeling.

Next is Kong Xiuyuan.

The three of them had no spiritual power and were completely vulnerable to the fourteen-year-old Shen Xuanyi who had a spiritual power.

Shen Xuanyi was stunned for two seconds.

He turned over and picked up the knife on the ground again. At this moment, his eyes were clearer than ever before.

"puff."

The sharp blade cut open the neck of fourteen-year-old Shen Xuanyi. At the same time, a large amount of blood flew out from both of their necks.

"do not want!"

Three rays of light, two white and one red, rushed straight into the sky from Wei Xuanshang's body, and the next second, the sky was bursting.

The rain curtain, bamboo forest, mountains, and temples all disappeared, and the four of them returned to the riverside where the cold wind was howling.

Wei Xuanshang only had one idea in her mind, she wanted to kill the monster.

She didn't use any spiritual energy, but used the most primitive attack and rushed towards it.

"Roar."

A punch hit the left eye of the Nightmare Beast, causing its huge body to slide back several meters.

"Frost Soul!"

She stretched out her hand in the air and shouted loudly. The frost knife inserted into the face of the nightmare beast was like a derailed train, directly piercing the thick cheek flesh and flying back to Wei Xuan Shang's hand.

Slashing, slashing, stabbing...the long knife cut deeper and deeper wounds on the black and smooth body one after another. The nightmare beast's screams continued and resounded throughout half of Hangzhou.

……

The last knife flew down, splitting the Nightmare Beast's body into two parts from the almost invisible neck.

The huge black body finally fell. It turned into a pool of black water like ink, staining a large red leisure runway.

Wei Xuanshang, who was already exhausted, stood aside for a few seconds holding the knife. After confirming that it had really turned into black water and that there was no possibility of him coming back to life, he let his body fall down with confidence.

The moment before she lost consciousness, she vaguely saw a figure rushing toward her, shouting her name.

"Wei Xuan Shang!"