Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

The grim and terrifying smile of the white-haired old man made people chill.

He looked at it without much fear.He just stared at the old man silently, the old man didn't speak anymore, and there was obvious madness and cruelty in those blood red eyes.

"Qing Mo." The voice was deep and steady, so familiar that it made his soul tremble.

He moved his gaze, and looked at the handsome and graceful person standing beside the old man who had regained his original appearance.

The gentle smile on his master's face was like a ray of light, shining into his heart, illuminating his hesitant way forward, and making him go forward involuntarily.

"You are not Wen Qingmo." When he was about to get close to the fairy-like figure, the cold male voice like the voice of jade was close to his ears, like a spell, making him stop.

He turned his head to look to the right, and saw a man in red clothes with a vague face standing not far away.

The place where the man was was completely black, leaving only the smear of red.

He asked the young man in red: "Then who am I?"

The sound is not loud, but it is very clearly audible in this space.

The young man in red stood there.He obviously couldn't see the other person's eyes, but he knew that this person was looking at him from a distance, his expression was condensed, and then he only heard the young man in red utter three words that hit his heart: "You are me."

He stared blankly at each other for a long time.

Time seems to be infinitely stretched at this moment, and it seems that the short is just a gap of breathing.

Suddenly, he heard himself laughing: "I don't know who I am, but I also know that I am not you."

After he finished speaking, he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he didn't think about anything, but he added in his heart "at least not yet".

He couldn't understand the meaning, but the next moment he thought of this sentence, it disappeared from his mind.

He turned around and faced Xuan Zhu—his master, this time he stopped moving forward, he stood in the middle of the three of them, and softly called: "Master."

At this moment, he finally no longer concealed the deep affection in his heart when he stared at Xuanzhu, it was full of affection and attachment.

The other two slowly scattered and disappeared like fragments in his field of vision, and only Xuan Zhu was left in the end.

The wind blows, blowing each other's robes and long hair.

Xuan Zhu smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to him, as if as long as he took a few steps and put his hand on the master's palm, the master would lead him away from this world where people doubted themselves and others.

He put his hands in the wide cuffs, and raised them slightly by half an inch. After a while, the cuffs swung slightly, and then slowly retracted into the cuffs.

The master on the opposite side called his name over and over again in a soft tone.

But he just stood there, still didn't move forward, until after a long time, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at the other party.

"Why don't you do it?" A voice as cold as ice suddenly appeared in his ear.

He was not startled, and turned his head to look beside him indifferently. The red-clothed young man who had disappeared before was standing just a few feet away from him, with his hands behind his back, his figure was tall and straight, and he was dressed like a stranger. the chill.

He still couldn't see what this person looked like, but he didn't want to explore it at all.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "I should go back."

Leng Zhaojian appeared in his hand, his figure flashed, and he came to Xuanzhu who was waiting for him with a smile on his face, and then raised the sword.

Xuan Zhu paused with his arms outstretched, and asked doubtfully, "Qing Mo?"

He bit his lower lip tightly, and resolutely stabbed the heart of Xuan Zhu who hadn't made a move yet.

He heard the sword thrust into his chest, and finally passed through the back with a "squeak" at that moment.His heart was fine, but at this moment, looking at Xuan Zhu who had been pierced through the heart by his sword, it hurt to the bone.

Even if the monk is pierced through the heart, he will not die. It is impossible for the master to be killed by such a simple technique, but at this moment, the blood of the person under his sword is splashed on his face, and he seems to feel the blood. The warmth is like a pain in the heart.

He put his arms around Xuan Zhu's back, lowered his head, met Xuan Zhu's eyes that had changed from puzzlement to hatred, and said coldly: "I know you are not my master. But I am like this, But I knew that I really killed him once."

The figure falling in his arms and the hot blood that made his heart ache were gradually annihilated.

With a sound of "clang", until Leng Zhaojian fell to the ground, there was no one in front of him that made his mood fluctuate.

He picked up the sword again, with no sadness or joy on his face, and this time he inserted it into his heart.

Blood flowers bloomed in his heart, and this formation was like a broken mirror with cracks. He turned his head and looked behind him. The young man in red was facing him, his hazy face seemed to be sighing.

And he also sighed: "One day, I will know who you are."

These words were spoken to the young man in red, and also to himself.

From the very beginning, after Xuan Zhu got Chang Hongmiao out of this formation, everything went wrong.

No, it was wrong before this move.

From then on, until Xuan Zhu was about to kiss him, it was all just his own imagination.

He had a sweet dream, in which there were only Xuan Zhu and him.Xuan Zhu took his hand and walked around with him, he didn't say anything, thinking about what would happen to Xuan Zhu, so Xuan Zhu did what he did.

It finally gave him the kind of response he expected.

Then from his refusal, the broken dream turned into a nightmare, and some more characters that he didn't even know appeared one by one,

I don't know if it's just to confuse him, or it's something hidden deep in his heart that he has forgotten...

Everything is getting very weird.

However, even if the master here can accept his feelings and be with him, this place is just a phantom formation after all, this is not where he should be, and he should go back to where he should be.

The master there didn't know his thoughts, and he couldn't let the master know his own thoughts. Maybe in his whole life, he would face the master with such a feeling that he couldn't get any response.

Even after telling the master, the master still only treats him like a disciple, but as long as he can stay by his side, he can always look forward to every day from now on with hope.

But what does it matter.

At that time, he didn't know how to escape from the phantom formation, but the young man in red knew it.

The young man in red didn't say anything to him, but he seemed to have connected with him, knowing how to get out of this illusion.

Kill the parts of yourself that make you most vulnerable.

The so-called "killing" means that you think he is dead.

So in his heart, Xuan Zhu really died once.

No matter how painful it is, he will do it.

Once he can't make a move, he will take advantage of the situation to trigger the inner demons, making himself fall into a doom, and after destroying this vulnerable part, and then killing himself, this illusion can be broken.

This is the so-called - put to death and survive.

Everything in the phantom array disappeared so far, and when he opened his eyes again, even the bone-chilling cold caused by Leng Zhao's insertion into his chest also disappeared.

It's just that this phantom formation is really powerful, his golden core has not completely healed, and when he broke the formation and killed Xuan Zhu in the formation, although he tried his best to suppress the appearance of the inner demon, but after breaking the formation, He was still affected by the fluctuation of his mood, which shook his Jindan inner palace, and under the strong shock, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

He stood up staggeringly, and as far as he could see, apart from the barrenness seen in the phantom array, there was also an old locust tree, and a black resentment engulfed in a golden-red net in the distance.

From this look, he knew it was Xuan Zhu who did it.

Those grievances hissed and screamed, each voice seemed to be a person, those elders of Ninglegu who were friendly and loving to "Wen Qingmo" in his memory, and were happy and happy, seemed to be telling in their screams They were killed in vain in the past.

He couldn't help covering his throbbing heart.

He was thinking about Xuanzhu, and he just wanted to find him in the next moment, and when he was about to walk towards that resentment, he suddenly trembled.

All the withered flowers and plants turned into flying ash in an instant when the sky and the earth shook. Since entering the formation, there has never been any wind. At this moment, the formation was broken, and finally a wind blew into Ningle Valley, blowing it away All the ashes of the vegetation were annihilated in the desolate valley.

At this moment, a figure in a bamboo green robe flew out from the black hole in the trunk of the old locust tree.

It should be that Xuan Zhu, who is easy to deal with anyone and everything, is calm and unhurried, always stands in front of him, protects him, and will not get hurt, and Xuan Zhu, who is stained with blood, stands firmly on the ground, with his back facing him. turn around.

As soon as he saw Xuan Zhu appearing, he used his mana forcibly, and hurriedly ran under the locust tree. When he stood in front of Xuan Zhu, he saw that dusty face with eyes closed, bleeding from seven orifices.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and after several bangs, heavy rain suddenly fell.

The headband that Xuanzhu used to tie his hair was already loose and loose. The wind blew through, and the headband finally left the hair and fell to the ground. A black strand was scattered behind Xuanzhu's back. blood on him.

He looked at Xuanzhu, whose seven orifices were bleeding endlessly, and resisted to prop up his mana, forming a barrier of cultivation around the two of them.

He stretched out his hand and caressed Xuan Zhu's face, his voice was trembling like his hand: "Master..."

Xuan Zhu said nothing.

He panicked, and when he was still about to speak, Xuan Zhu put his palm on the back of his hand and patted him, as if to comfort him.Then he heard Xuan Zhu's voice transmission: [Master is fine.Don't worry, I just need some time to process those grievances. ]

In the distance, the net that originally shone with golden light to trap the grievances became dim. Those grievances seemed to be aware of this, and began to aim at a little impact. The grievances on the periphery touched the border and were annihilated, making a miserable cry, and the grievances behind followed closely. After that, attack in the direction where the grievance disappears.

His eyes kept wandering between the resentment in the distance and Xuan Zhu's face.Although Xuan Zhu said that he was fine, but when he saw Xuan Zhu's bleeding, he still couldn't help feeling afraid.

He didn't know what to do, what to do.

——Enter my magic way, I can help you, really help you.You stand by his side from now on, you don't need his protection anymore, but you can protect him.

There was a bewitching voice sounding from his heart, which made him want to listen attentively.

——Take the path you should take now, you have to believe in Xuanzhu, you can disbelieve anyone, but you have to trust him.Besides, the so-called enchantment is not that simple. If one cultivates the demonic heart, one needs a firm will to keep one's heart.

Another cold male voice heard in the phantom array followed, as if he had taken a reassurance, he stopped listening to the evil voice that was still constantly persuading him, and focused on Xuanzhu's current state.

"Why does this demon who has invaded other people's bodies still have the face to come back here?"

The hoarse and vicissitudes of voice came from behind him, it seemed to be in great pain, and it was extremely difficult to utter a word, but the words were sonorous and powerful, making people feel the fury of thunder in them.

The author has something to say: The perspective of this chapter has no name, it is sadistic.

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