Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

Seeing that Duan Yunyang finally retreated from the edge of the platform in the nick of time, and his face gradually calmed down, no longer flushed with anger, but frowned and lost in thought, Ling Ke's hanging heart finally Being able to put it down, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"Finally out of danger, high priest, I want to take the liberty to ask you, how much is left of the illusion that Yun Yang is in now?"

Wu Yan shook his head when he heard the words, pursed his lips and said with a light smile: "I don't dare to jump to conclusions. The snow mountain secret realm is full of spiritual power, and the test for entrants is based on their own experience. In other words, if Duan For a young master or even a person with extreme affection, there may be some scenes that arouse strong emotions combined into one, allowing him to undergo two or more emotional trials at the same time."

"Then we can only watch outside like this all the time?"

Ling Ke frowned worriedly, she really couldn't let go of Duan Yunyang.It must be known that before entering the secret realm, Wu Yan had told him the things that he needed to pay special attention to, but when faced with a real illusion, he still couldn't hold back: "Just now, my desperate cry seemed to be effective, can it be tested in the future?" middle……"

She couldn't finish this sentence, Wu Yan's eyes turned cold, and his cold fingers immediately touched her lips, blocking the voice that was about to come out: "Gods above, don't make me say such bad words again." I heard it for the second time. Allowing you to remind me is already a gift from the gods. If you are not greedy enough, even if you are the saintess of the Wuyan tribe, I will never show any sympathy."

This time Wu Yan was really angry. She was raised in the Luoyun tribe since she was a child, and her devotion to the gods was unforgettable. Ling Ke's words undoubtedly touched her back.

Sullen, the aura around her no longer restrained herself. Shocked by the astonishing internal force that swept over her, Ling Ke retreated a few steps, her chest surged with blood, and she managed to stabilize her body.

Wu Yan snorted coldly, his eyes flicked across the light curtain, and his voice was cold and authentic: "What's more, the secrets of the snow mountain are strange and unpredictable, and the secrets in it are not something that you and I can easily peek into? Happiness and anger are just human beings. For ordinary emotions in the world, the real severe test is yet to come, the light curtain will go out from the third level, even I can't find out what Mr. Duan will go through."

"Calm down, High Priest, it was because I didn't think carefully, I offended you so much, I'm here to apologize to you."

Ling Ke wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed palely, and apologized to Wu Yan.Just now she was really overstepping. Fortunately, the inside of the secret realm cannot be interfered by external forces. Otherwise, if she accidentally angered the priest and caused unnecessary troubles for Duan Yunyang, it would be her fault.

Staring at the gradually fading figure in the light curtain without blinking for a moment, she put her hands together on her chest, lowered her eyes, and her face showed a gentle and pious expression that she had never seen before:

God of Snow Mountain, I hope you can bless Yunyang to tide over the difficulties smoothly. I am willing to pay any price, just to keep him safe and sound.

Wu Yan stood silently by the side, with a calm expression on his face, but there was a lot of shock in his heart.Since she took over the post of priest of the Luoyun Department, in the past decades, although sporadic people have passed the test of asking the spirit to come to the secret place of the snow mountain, they often cannot resist the temptation and fall into the abyss before the second test.

Although it was quite difficult, she inexplicably developed some kind of unreasonable trust in Duan Yunyang, and there seemed to be some kind of enlightenment in the dark, indicating that the man would surely end in triumph.

In addition, she didn't mean to reprimand her just now. After all, what Ling Ke represents is the God of the Grassland believed by the Wuyan Tribe. If she has an affair with the spiritual power of the snow mountain, it will naturally damage the prestige of the saint.Such a warning is of course beneficial to Ling Ke.

As the figure in the light curtain gradually faded, the scene around Duan Yunyang changed again, and he had reached the third stage of the illusion of seven emotions.

The same as what was recorded in the ancient scriptures, the third test was related to grief. At this moment, he was in the master bedroom of the Pyeongchang Palace, and a few feet away was the Duchess who was dying of illness ten years ago.

It has to be said that Xueshan's spiritual power is extremely abundant, and when he engraved the memory, it was no different from the appearance of his mother engraved in his mind.

His throat was slightly choked, and he watched the woman raise her hand tremblingly, trying to get the tea on the bedside, but accidentally knocked the cup down; he watched her suffering from the attack, and her skinny fingers were deep Embedded in the brocade quilt, she cried out hoarsely, but couldn't move a step.

Tears rolled in his eyes, he hated his own incompetence deeply, even if he could alleviate that person's pain a little, it would be nice to comfort him with gentle words——

After all, it was his biological mother, she used to shelter him from the wind and rain with her weak back, wash and cook for him with warm palms, the softness and lightness of his youth.

But after all, it is impossible, after all, the past cannot be remonstrated.

The illusion that symbolized sadness finally fell apart as he watched with cold eyes. He closed his eyes and let the tears flow, washing away the heavy guilt and regret. He waited until his mind calmed down before slowly opening his eyes and facing the fourth illusion. .

This time, what appeared in front of his eyes was a majestic palace destroyed by the flames of war, and two people were fighting fiercely not far away.One of them was covered in blood, his face was covered by the blood and he couldn't see clearly, only his white hair fluttered in the wind.Stretch like a torn silk.

The other person is holding a long, pitch-black sword with a slender blade, dotted with seven ice-blue gemstones in the middle, and innumerable blood grooves engraved around it.When dancing, it set off a strong wind and howled, like a ghost crying.

Duan Yunyang's pupils shrank suddenly.

How could he not recognize this sword?It was clearly the sword of Xuanxiao Pavilion killer Zhuyin's sword - Chasing Soul!

His undecided gaze slowly moved upwards, and he bumped into a pair of Jianshuiqiu pupils without any surprise. His black eyebrows were like distant mountains, his face was full of frost and snow, his beautiful lips were tightly pursed, and although the white clothes were splashed with blood, they were not damaged at all. Because of the coolness and elegance of that person.

The eye sockets were slightly hot, and a heart in his chest was beating wildly. Duan Yunyang could hardly believe his eyes——

After all, such a god blocked and killed a god, and the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha was so decisive that he thought he would never appear on that person again.

All his strength is used to suppress the toxicity of Huashengsan, so how does he manage the inner breath imperial envoy Chasing Soul Sword?

What's more, the soul-chasing sword was already destroyed by Li Sheng when the mission failed a year ago, where did he get it?

"A Xun!"

Duan Yunyang couldn't help shouting, but the two people who were fighting fiercely in the field turned a deaf ear to it. Looking carefully, the white-haired man didn't carry any weapons, and he only relied on a pair of sharp black claws to resist chasing souls. The attack of the sword, the stature is also much higher than that of ordinary people, at first glance it is comparable to a wild beast.

Seeing this, he felt a little familiar for no reason. It seemed that he had heard of a similar situation in the Xuanxiao Pavilion before. It vaguely prepared a special potion and gave it to people, so that it obtained a powerful force far beyond ordinary people, but no matter the appearance Or life expectancy will be affected unpredictably.

But at this moment, all his attention was on Su Xun, who was holding a long sword. How could he figure it out when he was so confused, so he could only temporarily put it aside and continue to pay attention to the changes in the situation.

The soul-chasing sword itself is forged from black gold in the deep sea, stronger than a rock, coupled with Su Xun's deep inner breath, it can be said to cut iron like mud and destroy gold and jade, and the sword is invincible wherever it points.He danced the blade of the sword like a storm, smashed the white-haired man's sharp claws into fine powder, and then pierced his chest mercilessly, the man immediately bled from his mouth and nose, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Paradoxically, even though his life was at stake, the white-haired man didn't seem to care much about it. Instead, he hissed wildly and laughed wildly, raising his blood-stained mutilated claws tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something: "...you win Ah... Ha, but do you know that there is no antidote for Huasheng Powder... If I die...you don't want to live alone!"

Su Xun stood aside with a pale face. The expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, but he just said lightly: "My life and death don't bother you. You have committed many evils and harmed the common people. You have to blame yourself for the end today. In the lonely cold, no one will come to be buried."

He seldom said such harsh words, presumably he hated the person in front of him so much that he didn't even have any sympathy for the person who was about to die.

The white-haired man was lying on his back on the ground, with sticky dirty blood constantly overflowing from his mouth and nose, He He was panting, already exhaling more air than inhaling.

He clenched Su Xun's clothes tightly, and said something in a low voice. Su Xun immediately froze when he heard the words, and raised the soul-chasing sword high in his hand, but he couldn't cut it down for a while.

Looking at his tense face, the white-haired man pursed his lips happily, and then his whole body trembled violently. He turned his head and let out a breath for a moment, his palms dropped, and he was dead.

For some reason, Su Xun still kept the posture of raising the sword and stood still, as if something captured his mind.After a long while, the soul-chasing sword fell to the ground suddenly, and he suddenly lost his strength and fell to his knees. He barely managed to cover his mouth, and the dazzling purple-black blood oozed out from between his fingers!

The blood flowed like a waterfall, soon soaking his plain white clothes, and in just a moment, the blood not only overflowed from his mouth, but gushed out from the seven orifices.Not only that, but the half of his exposed arm also gradually burst into many bloody wounds, as if a sharp knife was born from within his body, and was about to tear this frail body into pieces.

Bleeding from the seven orifices, cut to death by thousands of knives.

The liver and intestines are broken, and the pain is too painful.

"Do not!!!!"

Duan Yunyang cried out in pain, his expression was miserable.At this time, Su Xun's symptoms were the same as those in the "Poison Classic". It is predetermined that the blood will be drained, the body will fester and die.

At this moment, every ounce of pain Su Xun suffered seemed to be exerted on him, and he was crazily wandering between extreme coldness and scorching heat.

In addition, there is also the despair and fear of Eviscerate. When the person's poison is on the verge of life and death, but I can't do anything, I can only watch his life disappear bit by bit. Can Toh sum it up?

Don't...don't!

His throat was sweet, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and the tears in his eyes could no longer be restrained, and fell down in a rustle.

The author has something to say: When writing this chapter, my heart is as heavy as the title.

After experiencing expectations, disappointments, struggles, and finally despair, I have paid a lot for this article and placed a lot of hope.I have enriched the outline many times and adjusted the plot, just to better present the story, but the result disappointed me greatly.

There is no list for five byes, and I finally got caught. I didn’t understand the rule that updating will reduce the income and updated rashly. The article seems to have an enchantment. No matter how hard I try, more people will not be willing to click in and take a look. The author, even a person with hot blood can get cold.

I ask myself that I am not a person with strong psychological endurance. Maybe because I have always believed that hard work will pay off, and life has always confirmed this to me, so I can’t help but take some luck and hope that I can pass my unremitting efforts in writing. Try to gain readers.But after all, life gave me a heavy slap in the face. After all, it is better for everyone to stare at me than to be alone and no one cares about me.

It seems that I shouldn’t write so much in the author’s words, but I have no choice now. There is no list without exposure, and there is no way to ask for tweets, and no bigwigs are willing to support one or two. This article has reached this point. Even if it's the white moonlight cinnabar mole in my heart, I'm afraid it can only be left alone.

Even if you are not angry, you can only accept it silently.

Maybe no one will even care about this heart-breaking statement, but the road of writing is always lonely. Readers like your writing, maybe because of eye luck, maybe because of luck, but they can't be tied to your side and rely on them wholeheartedly. Otherwise, the joy of gain is the pain of loss, and a sincere heart will be boiled dry for life.

The next new article will not continue the obscure writing style of this article. I will try my best to move closer to the standard of ten lines at a glance, and strive to be concise and smooth.Then take this article as my last self-willedness. From now on, it is only the reader's wish. Wait until you really have the capital to reveal your true self, and then draw it slowly.

Thank you for being willing to see the last one, and as usual, please collect and comment, although it may not be useful.