After being reborn through the book, the apprentice becomes black and clings to the master's up

[The content of this chapter is different from the one about Qi Yufan’s death. Since it is the thing that scares the most in the heart, the most fearful thing is the best. It must be watching the person you like being killed by your own hands, but you can’t do anything about it. , this chapter is a bit confusing! Come on! If you want to read it, then read it. If you don’t want to read it, please move to other chapters! Thanks! 】

Ye Nanchen looked at the steps at his feet, paused, and watched them all step onto the steps.

Lift your feet and step on the first step.

Suddenly the world became quiet and fell into darkness.

He looked at the darkness around him, and the darkness peered at him like a wild beast.

The sound of rustling sounds came from far away, and the flashing scene magnified in front of Ye Nanchen's eyes.

He looked at the fearful side of his heart and heard the voices he couldn't forget.

"He is a demon, kill him quickly! Kill him! The world will be at peace!"

"He's holding Nan Hong! Kill him quickly! Kill Ye Nanchen!"

"Let's hang him together!"

“One splash didn’t stop, another splash started again!”

"Can't let him go!"

"kill him!"

The screams of killing echoed in the darkness, reaching Ye Nanchen's ears over and over again.

"No!" Ye Nanchen held his head in pain, and those memories were awakened.

"bass!"

The metallic clash of two swords cut through the darkness.

In the darkness, the scene in front of Ye Nanchen was magnified.

Ye Nanchen saw himself and a scene he never wanted to see again.

The earth is devastated, people are displaced, and mourning is everywhere.

A black shadow stood on a high eaves. Under the eaves was a monk from the Child Sect. The monk faced him and took out his sword, pointing the blade at the black figure on the eaves.

The black figure was full of demonic aura, his eyes were blood red, and the Bigan flower between his forehead was like a pair of eyes full of anger, which was very dazzling.

I saw the black figure raising his hand and pressing it with his palm, causing the person underneath to be crushed.

"Surrender quickly. Hundreds of cultivators are here. You can't fly today. If you don't surrender, you will die!"

"You have become possessed and the world is in chaos!"

"Your master can't protect you now!"

The black figure slowly opened his mouth and raised his lips, "Then try, what can you do to me?"

"You keep talking even when death is imminent! Only by killing you can we avoid future troubles! Let's work together to kill him!"

The million-dollar sword flew into the air, so shocked that it fell like a meteor with killing intent.

Unexpectedly, the black figure took his time and saw that the demonic energy around him turned into a huge palm. The big black hand crushed tens of thousands of swords, and the dust from the swords fell, shining like stars.

He taunted them, "That's it?"

"You're talking big words! Your master cares about the world and will never let you go!"

The black shadow covered his face and laughed loudly. The half of his exposed eyes looked at them even more scarlet. A steady stream of evil energy poured down like a waterfall. The ground was as black as dyed with ink. The rolling evil energy drowned the shouting monks. , the demonic energy stretched out its hands with eyes, wrapped around their ankles and bodies, and pulled them into the abyss.

Those hands were so strong that they couldn't break free, and watched with obsession as they were dragged into the abyss step by step.

"Even if you kill all of us today, more people will get rid of you in the future, and you will never be at peace. People around you will suffer because of your evil!"

The vicious words were branded on Heiying's heart word by word, hitting his heart like shackles.

The black shadow curled his lips, stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, "That's so good, kill as many as you come! Gods will kill gods if they block them! Buddhas will kill if they block them! Only one of you can stop me! The game should be over!"

He raised his fingers and flexed their joints, and the monk entangled in his palm sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stop!" A white sword with a sword pendant slashed through those hands one by one, and the spiritual power opened to pull them back. The sword blade turned and faced the black shadow.

The black shadow squinted at the sword flying towards him and the sword pendant he had personally given to him.

Move one step back.

The sword was thrust into the place where he had just been standing, and the blade was still glowing faintly.

The savior-like white figure fell down and faced the black shadow. The white shadow looked at the black shadow with eyes full of pain, "Stop, you are not like this, no."

The black shadow paused for a moment and saw what he liked. His heart ached. The demonic aura slowly dispersed, revealing the face under the demonic aura. He asked: "Master, like them, is here to kill disciples for the sake of the world." ?"

Qi Yufan quickly shook his head.

"Hahaha." Ye Nanchen took a few steps back, "When has the master who is number one in the world ever had a disciple in his heart? Whether he is a demon or a fairy, in the eyes of the master, a disciple is a scourge."

"No, Master has never thought of it this way!" Qi Yufan stepped forward and stretched out his hand, trying to pull Ye Nanchen back.

Ye Nanchen blocked the last bit of redemption, "Master, you don't need to explain too much, just kill if you want."

Qi Yufan said anxiously: "Master will never kill you, Master will take you back to the past."

Ye Nanchen shook his head and stepped forward, forcing Qi Yufan to turn around. He pinched Qi Yufan's chin forcefully and asked him to see everything.

"Master, have you seen it? Those who can't be saved, they all want the disciple's life. If the disciple gives the master a chance, the master should please come back."

Qi Yufan waved his hand and opened it, "You have lost your mind! This is not what you want to do!"

Ye Nanchen returned to where he was originally standing, sneered, and his eyes were clear, "This is what the disciple wants to do. The disciple is very sober. Master is determined to kill the disciple? After a few years of getting along with him, this is nothing more than this."

Ye Nanchen in the darkness saw these pictures and tried his best to stop them. He stretched out his hand in the darkness and restrained him, preventing him from moving. His lowered head was forced to lift up. He could not escape and could only watch helplessly again. Watch it all.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, "That's not me! It's not like that!"

Something was talking in the darkness, "That's you, have you forgotten? Destroy the world, kill the master, this is the complete you."

The voice was laughing, "Hahahahaha."

The screen continues to play back.

"What are you still hesitating about, Beixing Immortal Lord? Kill him quickly! There will be no future troubles!" People under the eaves were clamoring for Qi Yufan to kill Ye Nanchen.

"Master, did you hear that? Killing my disciple will never cause further trouble, so master, do you think I should kill those people?"

Ye Nanchen raised his eyebrows, reached out to grab a person, and crushed his head.

"Master, do you want to watch it again?" He grabbed another person and crushed his head in the same way.

He crushed several people to pieces in a row.

"You can't kill anymore."

Just when Ye Nanchen was about to crush his head again, Qi Yufan reached out to stop him and saved the captured person.

Ye Nanchen smiled slightly, "It seems that the master is ready to wake up, so it's up to the master to kill the disciple himself."

"No, no, no." Qi Yufan's palm holding the sword was shaking.

Ye Nanchen came closer, raised Qi Yufan's sword and placed it on his chest. With a little force, he could pierce his heart.

"No! No, no, no!" Qi Yufan took a step back, and Ye Nanchen followed closely.

He was forcing Qi Yufan to kill him.

The rescued monk took advantage of his unpreparedness and sneaked behind Ye Nanchen, preparing to kill him with a sword from behind.

Qi Yufan couldn't help but shake his head, and suddenly saw the monk who was sneaking up on him. Qi Yufan grabbed Ye Nanchen's arm, and the two of them changed positions.

The sword passed straight through Qi Yufan's chest, and Ye Nanchen only heard the sound of the sword piercing flesh and blood from behind.

Then with dull eyes, he saw the person holding his wrist falling slowly.

The falling figure fell very slowly, so slowly that he could only feel the warm blood spreading in the palm of his hand.

Ye Nanchen collapsed. He didn't expect that it was not him who died, but his master who had been with him for six years.

The blood flowed uncontrollably.

Qi Yufan's pupils gradually blurred, and he said intermittently: "Master... said that as long as Master is here... he will protect you for one day."

Ye Nanchen's pupils were soulless.

Qi Yufan smiled, raised his finger with difficulty, bit it, then placed it on Ye Nanchen's forehead, chanting a spell in a weak voice.

Qi Yufan's body shone with a faint light that became brighter and brighter from behind, until it surrounded Ye Nanchen.

Qi Yufan lost his remaining spiritual power to Ye Nanchen, wishing him to regain his clarity.

"Look...Master can...protect you one last time."

Ye Nanchen frantically forced out his spiritual power, but found that it didn't work at all and could only be integrated into one body.

"Thump!" A sound.

Qi Yufan's spiritual core was shattered and his body was dissipating.

Until the last of his spiritual power melted into Ye Nanchen's consciousness, his body dissipated, forever, leaving no dust at all.

The sword inserted into Qi Yufan's chest fell and made a crisp sound.

But Ye Nanchen couldn't hear anything.

Ye Nanchen, who was bound in the darkness, tried his best to break free and run towards the screen.

But I can't get through it.

The scene of shattered spiritual core replayed again and again, despair and collapse again and again. He hated that self.

"Ah!!" He couldn't catch it, couldn't catch it!

Without his master, there was no light in his eyes and no world. He was like a lost child who couldn't find the way home.

Darkness gathered around him, surrounding him in a whirlpool of darkness.

"Nan Chen, Nan Chen!"

Ye Nanchen looked up suddenly, and he heard the voice engraved in his heart calling him.