After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

By the time An Jinnian arrived at the place where the coercion was released, there were no shadows left, and only the sound of the gentle breeze was left in the empty woods.

There is also the coercive spiritual power remaining around.

He walked slowly, his footsteps were extremely slow, the smile on his silent face was gone, and he was very serious, but the place he entered was in a mess, the middle and surrounding areas of the open space were stained red, scattered branches, severed leaves , a tragic corpse... There have been at least two battles here.

However, he just glanced at these things calmly, until he saw the bodies of the four people and the dark blue clothes under the bodies.

His face darkened and his pupils shrank.

Quickly dodging in front of the corpse, the gray-white silk clothes flipped and stood still. He bowed his head condescendingly, staring at the familiar clothes. The mottled marks on it ravaged what had happened to it.

In an instant, killing intent and tyranny wrapped around him, so deep and oppressive that it was impossible to breathe, and at the same time carried a deep-seated coldness.

He watched in silence for a long time, and stretched out the hand beside him, trying to hold something, but after a while, he could only stop stiffly.

An inexplicable emotion surged in his chest.

After a while, his eyes moved away slightly, and the faces of the four corpses next to him were terrified, and there was no obvious trauma on the surface of their bodies, but their faces were ashen, and the whites of their pupils were pitch black.

It was obvious that the golden core had been shattered by someone, and the soul was gone.

Who killed it is self-evident.

He narrowed his eyes, his deep red pupils were cold, and the corner of his mouth raised a mocking angle.

"Since you killed him, why leave a corpse..."

His right hand turned into a palm, and he continued to shoot them in the air with all his strength. In an instant, the four corpses turned into ashes and shattered into thousands of tiny fragments. The clothes lost their support and fell down instantly. on the ground.

Then, he raised his eyes to look at the quiet depth ahead, and disappeared in the same place again in the next second.

……

The sound of drizzling water rang in his ears, the air here had lost the disgusting fishy smell, and he had already hid far away.

At this time, Yan Lin relaxed all his strength and leaned against a stone, his hair was a little messy, his dark blue coat was gone, and he was only wearing a white inner coat.

Maybe it was too hasty, his clothes and trousers were torn, and there were many red marks on his arms. He arched his back slightly, and the curved arc made his body a bit thin.

He frowned, his face was pale, the bitter smell of blood permeated his mouth, he breathed in and out, breathing heavily, his eyelids drooped, covering the dim eyes.

He looked deeply injured and weak.

He regained his composure, pressed his right hand to his chest, heaved up and down, glanced at An Yijing who was safe and sound under the tree beside him, and looked down at the sporadic blood-colored plum blossoms on his white underwear, from the severe pain in his chest that had spread. , like hot thin needles flowing along the blood meridians, to the internal organs, to the limbs and torso, with sharp and hot stinging pain.

Suddenly he laughed, slightly self-deprecating, in a low voice.

"Hmph, it's really a bit miserable..."

Originally, the dantian was wasted by breaking the barrier before, and after receiving the palm of the group of people, they forcibly broke the restriction... The dantian in the inner abdomen, which was originally flat and soft, is now a mess and dilapidated.

The solid cultivation realm was blown out by himself, and the cultivation base was slack. All the results of his retreat a few days ago were wasted, and there was nothing left. Life is also in danger.

Not to mention, he took another big step back from self-protection, and now, every second is suffering.

Even breathing is careful.

Because, it really hurts——

Yan Lin clenched his lips tightly, with teeth marks and ravines on it, and blood was oozing from the small wounds, and he gave a bit of color from the bite.

But if he didn't hold back the severe pain just now, forcibly broke through the limitation of his cultivation, and used the eighth scroll of the picture scroll, the phantom scroll, the fate of the two of them would definitely be extremely miserable now.

Rather than end up being humiliated and losing the face of Haoran Immortal Mansion, it is better to fight to the death and earn a chance, and now it is obvious that he has won.

However, the price is heavy——

There are similarities between the phantom scroll and the realm of delusion, both of which will infinitely expand the ugly desires in the hearts of people, but the difference is that the phantom scroll will condense the illusion into a real reality that is within reach, just like painting, outlining their minds. The fantasy projected on the medium, and the medium must be a closely related thing.

His medium is his own coat.

While those people were intoxicated and lost in the illusion, he used all his strength to escape quickly with An Yijing, but the problem now is that after this experience, the spiritual power in his body has been completely dissipated, and he can no longer bring An Yijing to find the place. The road to the third floor.

They were trapped by the stream in disguise.

If one is not careful at this moment and meets a bad person, then he really has to accept his fate.

Yan Lin turned his head sideways, suppressed his breath, put his hands on the stone, stood up slowly, and lowered his head to look at his embarrassed appearance on the stream.

After a while, he sighed slightly. If Yan Jin saw him like this, he would definitely despise him, despise him, and scold him severely. What kind of demeanor and education.

He stretched out his hands and made cups, trying to get some water to wash his face. Forget about the injuries and clothes, at least his face must be washed clean, so that he won't lose his face when he meets others.

The moment he came into contact with the stream, a sudden change occurred, a dazzling white light flashed, and he instinctively closed his eyes.

After a while, the sound of the stream in my ears disappeared, and at the same time, a few low-pitched kingfishers rang out, and the dull pain in my body disappeared instantly.

Feeling surprised, Yan Lin opened his eyes slowly, and what he saw was an empty cave. He was standing in the middle, next to a small emerald green pool, and when he looked up, it turned out to be a blue sea of ​​stars.

In just an instant, he was pulled into a time gap.

Just as he was looking around, an old and majestic voice came from all around and the sea of ​​stars.

"The way is to support justice, the way to cut off love, the way to live and die in the world, and the way to kill, and punish the law with justice, what do you think-!"

The sound reverberates, empty and distant, like a long-lasting Cang bell, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

This kind of place, if he guessed correctly, should be a remnant soul...

In the wonderland of the ruins, even if it is just a remnant soul now, it is still a living antique that has lived for an unknown amount of time.

It's just that Yan Lin frowned, it was the first time someone asked him this question.

It's a pity, among the three generations, he didn't have any Dao, if he had to say one, the only one is——

Yan Lin maintained etiquette, clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed slightly into the void, because he was only conscious, so there was no internal injury, and his voice was true: "Your abruptness, all the morals you said are not my way, I am an unknown person, and I have no way to follow." He paused after speaking, "If I have to say it, I only have one obsession."

"What?" the old voice asked.

"Alive."

"Alive? What kind of thing is this!" Listening to Yan Lin's answer, there was more anger in that voice.

Even the other party didn't buy it, and just thought it was a perfunctory trick on him. Immediately, Yan Lin was punched some distance away.

Although this is another space, the gravel on the ground is real. After being overturned so violently to the ground, his hands and chest were scratched across the stone. Although he couldn't feel the pain, he was rubbed with red marks. Braving blood beads.

Even the lower part of the neck was scratched by flying stones.

Against the white underclothes, the dust and dirt mixed with blood stains made her look even more pitiful.

Yan Lin looked up but was not angry, just stood up, regardless of the dust on his body, staring at the star sea above the void: "Dare to ask senior, does everyone who comes here have morality in their hearts?"

"That's natural. This is the third floor. You can get the top spot at your fingertips. Anyone who goes out can become famous. If you have no morals in your heart, how to stand on your feet, it's not a joke to spread it." He said justice, and there was no lack of pride in his words. At that time, he should also be the pride of the generation.

However, he can't say such beautiful words as the truth, famous quotes and allusions, it's just——

"Perhaps you may find it a bit ridiculous, but becoming famous is too far away from me. All I want to do now is to survive. For it, I will do everything I can." Yan Lin said lightly, without even an accent, but it was difficult The persistence and seriousness between the words.

Even living has become a luxury, and talking about fame is all empty talk.

The voice was silent for a moment, and he sighed helplessly.

"Hey, you junior, you obviously have pretty good aptitude, why are you living so carefully." He told Yan Lin's situation at once, with a bit of the helplessness of an elder in his tone, which sounded a little less serious.

Yan Lin lowered his head and didn't speak. He couldn't say anything, because he died too many times...

Originally, he was just adapting to what happened, but there were too many changes, and he really made it to the end along the way. Originally, he just wanted to get the blood of the black unicorn this time in the fairyland of the ruins.

After a while, the old man didn't ask further: "Forget it, you kid has a lot of secrets. Since I have the ability to come to the third floor, I don't want to stop it. It's just that the road is long and the mighty life is the most boring. Now you are biting hard for that boring thing... so, I will follow you."

As he spoke, a round stone platform slowly rose from the emerald green pool, on which was placed a tree root glowing with purple light, slowly soared into the air, and flew towards him.

But the old man's words echoed in his head, and the words were clear, and then, as if he had recovered, he stretched out his hand to hold it.

This rough feel is no different from ordinary root plants.

Before he could ask, the white light flashed again.

Before Yan Lin opened his eyes, the fatal pain swept up again. Under the violent impact, he couldn't stop trembling, arched his back, curled himself up, his face was as white as if painted over. There is a layer of powder, but a hand that falls in the stream is holding something tightly.

boring, boring stuff.....

His expression was in a trance, and his eyes were a little lost. In their eyes, is the mighty lifespan such a discardable thing?

But even so, he has never tasted that kind of taste, and he lost it before he got it...

Therefore, if you really complied with that sentence, others discard it like a shoe, but he regards it as a treasure——

When the sword cultivator in white arrived, the young man was wearing an underwear with blood stains on it, the neckline was pulled open to reveal a delicate collarbone with red marks, his thin body was curled up, his head was slightly raised, and his eyes were looking at him intently. ahead.

The blood-stained face was pale, like a dilapidated doll with erratic eyes, or a beautiful piece of porcelain, beautiful but full of vertical and horizontal cracks, which would break with just a little force.

Yan Lin seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head back in a strange way, but when he turned his head, he was stunned, looking a little dazed.