After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

in the cemetery

Gold and blue are entrenched in the barrier, dividing the barrier into two, with Xie Yun on the left and Ying Baiye on the right. The two auras seem to be distinct.

Song Minglong clenched his hands nervously.

The function of the barrier is to stabilize the surrounding aura, and cannot block the breath of the two monks. Song Minglong can only feel two extremely sharp breaths entrenched in the barrier outside the barrier. As time goes by, these two breaths It became more and more vigorous.

It seems to be a confrontation, and it seems to be irrelevant.

Song Minglong was burning with anxiety: "Should, should... they won't interfere with each other, right?"

This is too close!

In such a small enchantment, there are just two people sitting, and the almost domineering spiritual power will inevitably touch each other. Will there really be no conflict when they meet? !

Under Song Minglong's terrified gaze, the aura in the enchantment has always maintained the calmness before the mountain rain is about to come.

In Song Minglong's eyes, the golden and blue auras that are about to storm are actually just the two of them melting the demon pill.

Xie Yun closed his eyes after the dense blue aura of the barrier.

He couldn't feel anything outside at all, he didn't even notice the change of his breath, his mind sank in the Nascent Soul, the demon core had completely melted into a pure and majestic demon power, wandering and colliding in the meridians.

It seems that it can break through the meridian and break out of the body at any time.

The inner alchemy has accumulated nearly [-]% of Lanzhou's strength during his lifetime, and it is impossible to refine it at the same time.

Xie Yun divided these spiritual powers into sixteen strands, and one of them was drawn into the Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul was weaker than the physical body. When the spiritual power entered the Nascent Soul, the shrunken Xie Yun shivered from the cold.

Xie Yun: "..."

The young master of Lanzhou is not only beautiful, but also very cold.

Fortunately, Xie Yun has been practicing swords on the snow mountain all year round, so the chill is still within the tolerance range.

Xie Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, continuously extracting strands of demonic power from strands of demonic power to refine it into her own spiritual power. When the chill spread all over her body, at the same time as it was cold, the barriers between the small realms slowly shattered under the impact of spiritual power.

The first spiritual power, the second spiritual power...the ninth spiritual power, the first...

Spiritual power is like a torrent, circulating continuously in the body, and every time it circulates, the spiritual power will become more condensed, and it will break through the realm again and again.

Xie Yun's aura gradually passed from the early stage to the middle stage, the late stage, and the peak stage...

He stayed at the peak of leaving his body, and the gap between the great realms lay in front of Xie Yun, which could not be bridged for a while.But at this moment, the scene in front of Xie Yun suddenly changed, and in an instant, the sea of ​​consciousness

turned into hell.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark space.

slam-la-

A large handful of scraps of paper spread out from the top of the head and fell lightly. Different writings remained on the white scraps of paper. They fell slowly, like a group of dead white butterflies.

A piece of paper landed on Xie Yun's shoulder, and then the piece of paper twisted into countless hands, grabbing Xie Yun's shoulders, arms, and calves...

It's a demon.

After the Nascent Soul, the inner demons would haunt the monks, and the distraction period was even more disturbed by the inner demons, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.

Xie Yun stood where he was, and he let these hands grab him.

"You killed your family!"

"We died so badly..."

"Xie Yun! You actually killed us with your own hands!"

……

There was a very familiar voice, Xie Yun turned around suddenly, and the face of the elder of the Xie family appeared behind him. He was clutching his wrist tightly, and resentment appeared on his face: "Xie Yun! Have you considered us?"

A bone-chilling chill infected Xie Yun's heart—maybe the entire Xie clan, the entire Feiyin City may be the creation of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Curses?

Xie Yun's eyes widened slightly, and he lowered his head. Those "people" who were grabbing him had familiar faces. He gasped heavily, his fingers trembling, and he bent down to look at them one by one.

Every, every one is a member of the Xie clan!

"Xie Yun! How am I sorry for you?"

A crisp female voice came from behind, Xie Yun turned around suddenly, and the tall and beautiful female cultivator stood behind him, it was Meng Baique.

The stunningly talented alchemist looked at him coldly, his pale face lifeless.

Xie Yun tried to explain: "I, I didn't expect to hurt you..."

He stretched out his hand to Meng Baique, and Meng Baique instantly turned into a ball of thick ink, and he only received one hand of ink color.

Is it really... Really...

Xie Yun kept holding the hands beside her, but those figures turned into black ink after appearing for a moment.

Where did you go? !Why leave him here alone?

slam-la-

The pieces of paper kept falling, landing on Xie Yun's hair, shoulders, sleeves...

There are also countless voices ringing in Xie Yun's ears:

"It's all your fault."

"It's all your fault"

……

Xie Yun covered his eyes with one hand, and he could hear his panting, which became heavier and harder, and a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.

"It's all your fault."

A deep and familiar voice rang in Xie Yun's ear, Xie Yun turned his head and saw Ying Baiye standing behind him.

Xie Yun stared at

Responding to Bai Ye, he slowly stretched out his hand, and the other party turned into ink in his hand without any surprise. He endured the fishy sweetness in his throat, and gritted his teeth: "...you are fake."

His spirit was sober in an instant, everyone in the script could resent him, but only this one... this one understood him.

Xie Yun held the ball of ink in his palm, "This is the illusion of the inner demon."

Xie Yun clenched his fist, and black ink flowed down his fingers. He punched the void in front of him. After a crackling sound, he was pulled into a new purgatory.

Ying Baiye's vision made him realize that he was in an illusion, but signaling to the inner demon did not mean defeating the inner demon.

Xie Yun looked around, he was still in an illusion, but here... it didn't seem to be his demon.

There was blood and corpses everywhere.A golden spirit sword hangs in the sky, the light of the sword is tens of millions, shining brightly in Purgatory.

Xie Yun looked up in the blood river corpse mountain and found a familiar figure.

"Should it be tomorrow?"

Xie Yun slowly walked towards the other party.

Ying Baiye stood with his head down under the spiritual light, and the corpses squirmed slowly, leaving bloody handprints on the corners of Ying Baiye's clothes, which were annihilated in ashes when they touched the sword light.

Golden sun and moon patterns appeared under Ying Baiye's skin, and the light of the spirit sword shone on him, leaving black scars after sinking into the skin.

Although Xie Yun is not quite sober, she still remembers that this place is an illusion created by the inner demon, that is to say, it is the soul itself that is damaged here!

Xie Yun quickened her pace: "Ying Mingri! Come to me!"

Hearing the voice, Ying Baiye raised his eyes to look at Xie Yun. Only then did Xie Yun realize that Ying Baiye's eyes were golden. He tilted his head and blinked, but he didn't seem to see Xie Yun.

Xie Yun: "You—"

He took two steps, those dark hands didn't move away from him, instead they followed him into a new illusion, grabbed his ankles, and stretched out their hands wailing.

Xie Yun quickened her pace, "Should be tomorrow!"

As soon as he entered the sword light of the spirit sword, the pain that pierced his soul flooded his whole body.

Xie Yun's dull pain perception trembled under the pain that pierced his soul, and his consciousness instantly became clear.

Ying Baiye kept awake under this kind of pain?

It's just that now, even the master's sword intent doesn't work anymore!

Those pitch-black hands, pieces of paper like white butterflies, scarlet blood, and gradually moving corpses slowly approached them.

Xie Yun moved her fingertips, but found nothing in her sleeve.

He quickly closed his eyes.

Whether the inner demons are inside or not, if they can't see through...they will all be damaged here.

The reason why he couldn't touch the sword was because... he was afraid.

The most frightening thing about the so-called inner demon is that it is not an illusion of nothingness, but a projection of real fear.

Don't fear your own life and death, but fear the life and death of others.

No matter how clearly Xie Yun knows that this is a demon, she will still think of Mrs. Xie and Meng Baique from the bottom of her heart...

He killed so many living characters, and finally escaped from the plot...

Xie Yun's trembling fingertips suddenly became hot, and Ying Baiye's fingertips strenuously rested on Xie Yun's fingers.

Ying Baiye slowly opened his eyes, the demons of the two of them were in the same space, he could clearly see those paper pages and ink-stained hands.

Ying Baiye smiled slowly, his chest rose and fell slowly, the soul does not need to breathe, but the pain was too much, he had to rely on the body's instinctive reaction to divert his attention:

"Xie Huaiyu, you saved me. You already saved a person."

So this time, he wanted to drag Xie Yun out of the mud.

"I only have you. In other words, you will always have me. If you want to save me, you must also save yourself."

A ray of light gathered from Xie Yun's fingertips, and the golden patterns of the sun and moon under Ying Baiye's skin gradually brightened. He held Xie Yun's wrist: "I will give you everything I have."

There was a trace of spiritual energy in the clasped hands.

Xie Yun said softly: "You are right."

A pale spirit sword slowly emerged from the hands of the two of them.

A pair of black hands grabbed Xie Yun's clothes, revealing Bai Hanchi's face: "It's all your fault."

"Yeah, it's all my fault, it's my fault," Xie Yun looked at Bai Hanchi's face, and said coldly, "So I will cut off the source of falsehood at all costs!"

He frankly admits to every mistake he makes!And do everything you can to make up for it!

Ying Baiye held Xie Yun's hand, and he said with a smile, "Young Master, please teach me how to use a sword."

Xie Yun rolled up the sword flower, and he looked at the sun and moon pattern on Ying Baiye's wrist: "Okay, look at it, this style is called - old with the sun and the moon."

……

Xianxia

void

A golden palace was floating in nothingness. There was a jade coffin in the main hall. Suddenly, one hand rested on the edge of the jade coffin, and one person sat up from the coffin.

She is dressed in fairy clothes with wide sleeves, white on the left and red on the right. If you look carefully, you will find that the left half of her body is actually a mourning dress, while the right half of her body is a happy dress.

Mourning on the left and joy on the right is the most tragic and joyful thing in life.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the pupils were lightly golden: "Let me see what my bastard apprentices are doing..."

After a few breaths, Lu Zhuoyu said: "...You bastard, you dare to rush to the distraction stage only after the out-of-body stage is stable. It's really how to die."

She deliberately stagnated in the out-of-body stage for five years before breaking through the distraction stage. Fortunately, these two little bastards dared to use external force to forcibly promote within a few months.

Lu Zhuoyu thought for a while: "You really deserve to be my disciple."

But they can't be blamed.The little apprentices of other families are taught by their masters, but only her little disciple is floating outside pitifully.

She rested her eyebrows, and gently squeezed a formula with her slender fingers to change the sword intent injected into Ying Baiye's body. It was just a pinch, and a thunderclap sounded outside the void.

Lu Zhuoyu clicked his tongue and said, "Heavenly way to die."

She lay down again, covered the coffin with her sleeves, and fell into a half-life and half-death state.

Lei Ting lingered outside the void for a moment, unable to find his target at all, and dissipated into the void suspiciously.

Yunzhangze Underwater Palace

Outside the barrier, Song Minglong heard the sound of the barrier breaking.

He subconsciously took two steps forward, and there was indeed a crack in the barrier. Before Song Minglong could react, the barrier suddenly burst, and the two colors of gold and blue, which were distinct, mixed into one at some point, stirring up waves in the sea water, and quickly formed. The whirlpool!

Song Minglong retreated again and again, thinking tremblingly: "How could this be...the fusion really...did it fail?"

Gold and blue gas fusion, contraction, expansion, explosion!

Song Minglong was thrown hundreds of meters away by the spiritual power of the explosion. He barely stabilized his figure by holding on to a rock. In the blinding sea sand, he saw four figures coming out waving their spiritual energy.

Two real shadows, two phantoms, and when they walked in front of Song Minglong, the two phantoms had completely melted into the real one.

The so-called distraction period means that the Nascent Soul transforms into a human being, can be separated from the physical body for a long time, and can practice the Nascent Soul Kungfu.

Xie Yun popped out a star of spiritual power with her fingers, and that tiny spiritual light turned into a giant whale in an instant, opening her mouth to swallow all the shapeless black wish power. In the long and distant whale chant, the giant whale jumped out of the water and disappeared invisible under the sun .

Ying Baiye raised his head and watched the giant whale jump out of the water, and applauded lightly under the blasting water: "It looks good."

Snap your fingers to live, wave your sleeves to die.

It's for the distracted monk!

The author has something to say: Irresponsible Little Theater

about why i'm always late

Because I searched in the void for a long time today, only to find the master who overslept.

Fish: Master, something happened to your apprentice!

Lu Zhuoyu: Sitting up in shock when he was dying, he found that his apprentice was about to finish playing.

Lu Zhuoyu:? ? ? ?