Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

Not long after, Mu Zhi returned to Dongmo.

Set foot on this land again, the yellow desert in front of you, the dust is still there.

The scenery didn't change at all, but Mu Zhi's state of mind was completely different.

When he came here last time, he had been avoiding, not daring to face all this head-on, and only wanted to get rid of all this as soon as possible and go back to Wutong Township.

This time, his mood became incomparably calm, even though the wind and sand were biting, he couldn't disturb his heartstrings.

Mu Zhi took a step forward and landed on the sand dune.He stretched out his hand and pulled the placket, and the feather coat slowly stretched out, carrying him away with the wind.

At this time, the moon sets and the sun rises, and the orange light shines on the sky, which looks like a round orange.

A beam of light fell, and Mu Zhi was shrouded in the light, as if covered with a layer of golden sand, making his features even more picturesque.

He went all the way east.

The demon king calculated it before, and this variable is in the Eastern Desert.However, the Eastern Desert is vast and occupies an unknown amount of land. In addition, there is a huge difference in cultivation between the Demon King and Gu Lingyun, so it is impossible to determine the exact location.

As a result, Mu Zhi had no choice but to travel to every corner of the Eastern Desert.

But fortunately, a cultivator has a long lifespan, and a hundred years is only the blink of an eye, and Mu Zhi has a lot of time to squander.

As soon as Mu Zhi arrived in Dongmo, he went to the place where the most likely to change - that is where Gu Lingyun died.

According to the location in memory, it took Mu Zhi half a day to arrive at the destination.

He put away his feather coat, and his figure fell down lightly.Following the inertia, he took two steps forward, and then he stood firm and stopped.

On that day, a fierce struggle broke out in this place.

The sword light and flying feathers intertwined, leaving many traces underneath.

But now only a few days away, those traces have been almost submerged by sand and dust, from a distance, only a vague outline can be seen.

Mu Zhi squatted down, and swept his fingertips across the sand, leaving a shallow finger mark.Brush off a layer of floating sand on the surface, and you can see a layer of scorched black below.

This is the imprint left after being burned by the Phoenix Fire.

Further down, there is a sunken deep pit. That day when Dong Qiong transformed into his original form and fell from mid-air, he smashed a deep pit here.

Mu Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a figure seemed to flash before his eyes.

Dong Qiong stood there, the gold ornaments on her body were shining, she was twisting the pigtails beside her ears, and she grinned: "Mu Zhi, why are you back, are you reluctant to part with me?"

Interplay of light and shadow.

Dong Qiong's figure swayed.

"Hey - I know, you don't like me, you like people more." Dong Qiong was complaining, "What's so good about people? Only you and I are the same, people are bad."

As he spoke, he became depressed again, "Are you sad that that person died? Actually, I don't want to see you sad."

Mu Zhi hesitated, "Dong Qiong...?"

He took a step forward.

This movement broke the balance in front of him, Dong Qiong's figure distorted for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, as if what happened just now was Mu Zhi's hallucination.

Mu Zhi looked around and caught Dong Qiong's voice in the wind blowing.

"That's all right, I'll take you to find him."

"It's just that I have a request, don't blame me anymore, okay?"

The sound fell.

Before Mu Zhi could answer, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere on the sand dune, sweeping the sand and gravel around him.

Mu Zhi was careless, his eyes were dazzled by the wind and sand, and fine teardrops appeared subconsciously from the corners of his eyes.He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and when he recovered, he caught a glimpse of a beam of light slanting down from the corner of his eye.

Turning around and looking, the sun was hanging in the air, and the light pierced through the clouds and mist, refracting colorful rays of light, as if pointing the direction.

The original shape of Dongqiong is the three-legged Jinwu.

After his death, he returned to the hibiscus tree branch in the sun, accumulated strength, and waited to be reborn from the shell again.

So... this is Dong Joon's guidance.

With a thought in Mu Zhi's mind, the evil spirit surrounded his body, soared into the sky, and followed the brilliance forward.

The desert sun is blinding.

All in front of my eyes are the same yellow sand, no other colors.

Under the guidance of Liu Guang, Mu Zhi has been across most of the desert, from sunrise to sunset, but has not yet reached the destination.

As the sky gradually dimmed, the streamer was engulfed by the darkness, and suddenly disappeared.

Without the streamer as a guide, Mu Zhi lost his direction, so he had to sit and rest for a while, waiting for tomorrow's dawn before making plans.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and lit a bonfire.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the moonlight is dim.

The color of the desert has faded, showing a touch of cold white.

Mu Zhi suddenly felt a little cold, and moved closer to the fire.

crackling—

The fire light jumped and was reflected in Mu Zhi's pupils. It may be that the surroundings are too quiet, making people feel a little deserted and lonely.

He hugged his shoulders, and as sparks drifted away, scenes from the past flashed through his mind.

Sometimes he was huddled in the same bird's nest with Dong Qiong waiting to be fed when he was a child, and sometimes he was watching Luoxue on Changming Peak and waiting for Gu Lingyun to return.

In the blink of an eye, all this is gone and no longer exists.

Mu Zhi came back to his senses, there was a burst of coldness between his brows, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the cold touch fell on his fingertips.

He raised his hand, and under the moonlight, he could see a delicate and white hexagonal snowflake.

Snowing……?

How can it snow in the desert?

Mu Zhi looked up, there was no wind and snow falling from the sky, as if this snowflake appeared in his hand out of thin air.

wow——

A gust of wind picked up.

The snowflakes on the fingertips drifted away with the wind and fluttered in mid-air.

Before Mu Zhi could react, his body moved first, and he reached out to catch the snowflakes.

His movements were fast, but the wind was one step faster, and the snowflakes were fluttering, but they were still some distance away and could not be touched.

Mu Zhi chased for a distance, and just when he was about to grab Xuehua into his palm, Xuehua disappeared out of thin air again.

Mu Zhi flinched and staggered a step forward.He took a breath, held his knees, and stood up slowly.

Unknowingly, Mu Zhi came to an oasis after chasing the snowflake.

The branches swayed, and the moonlight was shattered by the shade of the trees, falling into pieces of gold all over the place.

When the wind blows, the branches gently sweep over the shoulders, as if treating a long-lost friend gently.

Mu Zhi's footsteps paused, and he turned his head sideways. The leaves rustled on the branches, and the gurgling of running water could be heard in a trance.

He didn't know where the snowflake came from, or why it brought him to this place.But it's all here, so why not go and find out.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhi separated the branches in front of him, and walked towards the direction of the sound of water flowing.

Not long after walking, I saw a lake in front of me.

The water surface is clear, sparkling, as clear as a mirror.

Mu Zhi stood on the edge of the lake, looked down and saw a dusty figure.

During this time, he has been running around.

From Dongmo to Changming Peak, Changming Peak to Wutong Township, going around in circles, and back to the starting point of Dongmo.

I didn't feel it when I was on the road, but now when I stopped, Mu Zhi felt tired.

He simply sat down by the water, stretched out his finger, and tapped the water surface lightly.

First, there was a little coolness on the fingertips, and then a series of ripples rippled on the water.

Mu Zhi scooped up a handful of clear water and splashed it on his face.

The lake water is sweet and cool, which immediately dispels the tiredness all over the body.

Mu Zhi blinked, and crystal drops of water slid down her cheeks.

He originally wanted to see the mystery of this oasis, but he waited and waited, but fell asleep drowsily by leaning against a stone on one side.

While half asleep and half awake, there was a burst of frost and snow from the tip of his nose.

This breath is familiar, making people feel like they are on the top of Changming Peak in a trance.

Mu Zhi wanted to open his eyes to see the real thing, but a force stopped him from waking up and pulled him into a deeper world.

Gollum.

grumbling-

Mu Zhi felt suffocated by being submerged in water.

He was not good at swimming by nature, and was extremely afraid of water. In this case, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so he could only struggle desperately.

The more you struggle, the stronger the suffocation.

Just when Mu Zhi was about to drown in the water, a gentle force stretched out from the side, leading him out of the predicament.

Mu Zhi got out of the water and wanted to cough, but he covered his throat, but couldn't cough out a sound.Only then did he realize that the scene of drowning just now was not real.

Is it a dream?

Mu Zhi turned his head and saw that what appeared in front of him was not an oasis, but a mountain covered in frost and snow.

This is... Changming Peak?

Mu Zhi stepped on the snow, which sank slightly, leaving a footprint.

No, this is not Changming Peak.

At first glance, it looks familiar, but as long as you observe carefully, you can tell the difference—at least, there are not so many sycamore trees on Changming Peak.

Mu Zhi raised his eyes and looked over.

The sycamore tree was covered with a layer of frost and snow, and the fiery red leaves were intertwined with the cold white ice and snow, which turned out to be incomparably harmonious.

Just as he was looking at the sycamore tree, there was a brisk singing sound from the depths of the woods.

The singing is melodious and melodious, piercing through the sky.

Mu Zhi was startled.

He is very familiar with this singing voice, and he will not admit it wrong just by hearing it, because it is... his singing voice.

His fingers pressed against his throat.

In fact, after Nirvana, his voice has recovered, but after going through so many things, he can no longer find the original innocent and carefree singing voice, so he never opened his voice again.

Why can I hear his singing here?

With such doubts in mind, Mu Zhi quickly walked into the depths of the forest, parted the numerous branches, and saw a slender figure sitting on the branch.

The young man raised his small jaw, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and sang with his eyes closed.

He sang so devotedly that he didn't even notice that there was an extra person beside him.

Mu Zhi stopped and looked from a distance.

The young man sitting on the branch of the sycamore tree shook his legs, his face was well-behaved and immature, and there was no trace of sadness in his eyes. This was... the former "Mu Zhi".

Mu Zhi was a little lost in thought, quietly looking at his other self, not too surprised.

Is it an illusion?

Or the experience of demons?

Just when Mu Zhi was thinking, "Xiao Mu Zhi" opened his eyes and met him squarely.

"Xiao Muzhi" blinked her eyes, tilted her head and asked, "Who are you?"

Mu Zhi's expression was cold, his pupils rolled slightly, and he said calmly, "I am you."

"Xiao Muzhi" pointed at the tip of his nose: "Me?" He frowned, "What do you mean? I am me, you are you, they are obviously different."

He seemed to be confused about the situation, and shook his head: "Who are you? If you don't make it clear, I will tell the Immortal Venerable when the Immortal Venerable arrives!"

Mu Zhi: "... Immortal Venerable?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him.

Mu Zhi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and before he could see who was coming, he turned sideways and hid behind the plane tree, using the shade of the tree to block his figure.

He divided his mind and looked over.

A tall and straight figure walked slowly.

The man was dressed in white and wore a jade crown with an unparalleled complexion.The eyebrows are distant mountains, the bridge of the nose is a steep mountain, but there is only one bad thing, that is, the corners of the lips are cold and hard, which is like a fickle image.But now the corners of his lips are soft, which somewhat dilutes the coldness.

The boy sitting on the branch also heard the footsteps, stopped singing, his eyes lit up, and jumped down from the branch, like a bird returning to its nest, he rushed over.

"Immortal Venerable." He shouted shyly.

Mu Zhi watched this scene thoughtfully.

If he didn't guess wrong, he is now trapped in Gu Lingyun's inner demon.

Gu Lingyun was besieged by a demon, so that he fell into a demon.

This inner demon was so stubborn that it was so hard to eradicate that it lost control after Gu Lingyun's death and became an independent space.

And under the guidance of Liu Guangfengxue, Mu Zhi entered this world of demons.

He glanced.

The snow is covered, and the leaves of the plane trees are falling.

Is this... Gu Lingyun's inner demon?