Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 241 Illusion Who Are You, Who Am I?

"Fall into hell! Luo Di Xing!"

As soon as those three words were uttered, Lord Luosha Xing felt a black hole under his feet. The cheering crowd in front of him, the grinning new king, all of these things were getting farther and farther away from him, and he was moving at an astonishing speed. Keep falling.Soon, there was only darkness left in the entire world.

……

Lord Luosha Xing didn't know how long he had fallen.

He was like a drowning person, except that the surrounding seawater was replaced by a black void.

Opening his mouth, strings of bubbles floated out of his mouth.They rise, burst.Each string of bubbles reflects a failed self.

I don't know how many times I lost consciousness.There was chaos in my mind.There seemed to be a glimmer of light above, flickering in, but it couldn't penetrate the sticky curtain.

……

Only the last sentence echoed in my mind.

"Fall into hell! Luo Di Xing!"

……

Luo Dixing...?

How long has it been since someone called me that...?

who I am?Who is me again? ...

There was a sharp pain like a needle in the brain, and the temples throbbed. After several desperate screams, the memory finally became clear.

I remembered.

——I am Luo Dixing.

——I have never been a Rakshasa star.

——I have never been the ruler of the Spirit World Continent.

The real him lives in a small country called Yixi Country.He is an elite disciple of the Po Yue Sect, who lives a life of sitting in a well and watching the sky every day, but still enjoys it.

His real strength is only Qi Gathering Stage [-], and even a strong man connected to the Heaven Realm can crush him to death with a single finger.Not to mention having a group of Nirvana bodyguards.

After Luo Dixing finally remembered his true identity, different scenes gradually emerged in the thick darkness.

This is a desolate little village.He recognized this place, where he was born and raised.It was also here that he was praised as a genius, and as the glory of the whole village, he was sent to Po Yue School to learn art.

Everything is so familiar, yet everything is so strange.

It's a weird experience.He could clearly see everything around him, and clearly felt that he was in it, but he could always feel a strong sense of alienation, as if he was isolated in the center of a black hole.

For example, it is like a stage with darkness on all sides, only the moment when the only beam of light hits the protagonist.But his situation is the opposite.The area he was in was in the shadows, and the sound, light and laughter of the outside world seemed to exist in a different world.

A group of children ran towards him.He recognized them, these people used to volunteer to be his younger brother, and the elder brother flattered him after he grew up.Because he is the strongest, because he is a genius.

"Look, it's Luo Dixing!"

"He's a piece of shit, let's not play with him!"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

Stones were thrown at him.Those contemptuous eyes were exactly the same as those of the people in the dream.

"Why did this happen?" Luo Dixing let the stones hit him, although he didn't feel any pain, the world he built in his heart gradually collapsed.

"Aren't I a genius? Why did I become the trash in their mouths? Is this really happening, or is it my fantasy?"

Everything around him gradually became hazy, and now he is standing in the main hall of the Po Yue Sect.

"I declare that Xu Hongxin is bestowed with the title of elite disciple!" Standing in front of him was the head of the Moon Breaking Sect, his master Shi Qingyi.Now she is handing a carved token into the hand of a young man in brocade with a smile all over her face.

"Wow, Senior Brother Xu Hongxin, you are really amazing! Sign your autograph for me!" After the ceremony, a group of disciples from the Breaking Moon Sect rushed over like a tide, scrambling to get close to the new elite disciple Xu Hongxin. .

"...Why did this happen? I am the elite disciple! Everyone should be fawning on me! What the hell is that Xu Hongxin who suddenly appeared?" Luo Dixing's memory began to appear confused again.Seeing a disciple running past, it was Fu Mosheng who was chasing behind him in the past, shouting happily "Senior Brother Luo" and "Senior Luo", he grabbed him and asked, "You..."

There was a kind of disgust in Fu Mosheng's eyes that he had never seen before, and he flung him away, as if he would get dirty if touched by him.He shouted: "Go away, you are just a waste!"

……

"Master! Why is he the elite disciple! What about me? What am I?"

The head of the Po Yue sect cast a cold glance at him, his thin lips parted slightly, but his words were harsh.

"You are also worthy to ask me for elite disciples? Why do you?"

"—You are simply a piece of trash!"

The word "trash" reappeared from the master's mouth, like two mountains falling suddenly, smashing Luo Dixing into a daze in an instant.When he came back to his senses, the scene in front of him changed again at some point.

This place seems to be the arena for the competition of the seven sects.

Nothingness looked around the crowd with great aloofness: "I declare that Luo Dixing will be expelled from the Dingtian Mountain Range from now on. All seven sects are forbidden to take in this person, otherwise, it will be an enemy of this deity."

"——I set the Tiantian Mountain Range, and I don't raise waste."

"I'm not trash! Let me prove myself!..."

……

"You're a trash, you don't deserve to fight me." On the ring, Mo Liangcheng brushed past him.

"Mo Liangcheng! You and I have known each other for a long time, you should know what kind of person I am! Do you really think that I am just a waste?" Luo Dixing clasped Mo Liangcheng's shoulders with both hands, in a daze Time seems to have regarded him as the last straw.

"...Hmph. You are worthless in my eyes."

The thumbs up, turned down violently in a blink of an eye.Mo Liangcheng declared his contempt for him in front of everyone.

……

The scene was blurred again.This time, everything returned to the original darkness.

"I'm not trash! I'm not! Even if everyone doesn't believe me, I will definitely prove it to you! I am an elite disciple! I am the strongest!" Luo Dixing put his head in his hands and shouted hissingly It was as if it was the last bit of proof left for myself.

The darkness in front of him suddenly fluctuated like water mist, and a thin figure stepped out of it.

"You... who are you..." Luo Dixing stared at the figure that suddenly appeared.This is a young man who looks similar to his age, but he is dressed in rags and looks decadent. There are two big dark circles under his eye sockets, as if he has been oppressed for an unknown number of years.

"I am Luo Dixing." The boy replied.

"No... Impossible! If you are Luo Dixing, then who am I?" At this moment, Luo Dixing was completely confused.

The young man looked at him, and a strange pity flashed in his eyes: "I am you, you are me, you and I are one."

"I...I don't... believe..." Luo Dixing's pupils gradually lost focus.He finally recognized that what the boy had was indeed a face exactly like his.It's just that that face looks so haggard.

"It seems that you have noticed it too?"

The young man smiled sadly, "Let's face the reality. In fact, we have always been trash, and we only deserve to live like salted fish. It's just that in this endless self-pity, I made up a You have such an image. I long to be a strong person, and I long to be admired by everyone. I got too deep into the drama, and gradually regarded fantasy as reality, so I have you. But in fact, all of this is not at all. It exists!"

"You...what did you say?" Luo Dixing felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead, "You made up all this? I...all my brilliance are just your fantasies? Are they all fake? I'm not a genius? I'm not a broken man. An elite disciple of the Moon Sect? Even... am I not a real person at all?"

The boy shook his head, then nodded again: "That's right, you, or me, are just a waste."

In Luo Dixing's mind, the only remaining string of resistance finally snapped.

It turned out that all of this was false.

What I thought was real was just a dream.And the dream I thought was the only reality.

I'm nothing but a piece of trash.

Then... just be a waste with peace of mind.

Luo Dixing's eyes were slightly closed, and his whole body fell backwards.He was floating in this dark space like a corpse, and he was still falling.

His spirit has been closed.From this moment on, he was about to fall into a long deep sleep.

until the soul is exhausted.

But in another world parallel to this space, it seems much more peaceful.

The city of Moliang passes through the long corridor, and the pavilions and pavilions in the garden reflect a piece of leisure.

The blossoming lotus in the pond is delicate and beautiful, and the breeze brings the fragrance of summer.A few wandering birds circled at low altitude, sometimes staying on his shoulders.The warm sun is caressing his hair, and the grass stalks beside the road are still rolling with fresh dew. All of these are so poetic and picturesque, just like every peaceful morning.

However, Mo Liangcheng was in a hurry.In his eyes, there was a thick shadow that seemed to be impenetrable even by the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds.He walked across the small bridge all the way, turned out of the flower garden, stopped in front of a magnificent wing room, knocked lightly on the door, and did not step in until a majestic "Come in—" came from the room.

"Father, I'm back." Mo Liangcheng said, untied the luggage he had carried all the way from his shoulders, and put it gently at his feet.

Sitting upright on the main seat was a middle-aged man in a purple robe with kind eyes.He is the owner of this Mo residence, Mo Chongshan, the father of Mo Liangcheng.At this time, he was holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and the rising steam made his face looming.

He leaned over the lid of the pot, flicked the tea leaves suspended on the water, brought it to his lips and took a sip, then replied with a smile: "Yes. You have worked hard in the Fentian Sect these years and performed outstandingly. Mr. Xu Wuji also often Write me a letter to praise you. I heard that this time, for the first time you participated in the competition of the seven sects, you came back with a champion, overwhelming the disciples of the same generation, and father is also proud of you!"

"Thank you father for the compliment."

Mo Liangcheng responded lukewarmly, and gave a slight salute.When I got up, I picked up my luggage again, and said calmly: "My son has been exhausted all the way, and now he is very tired, and wants to go back to the room to rest. If father has nothing else, please excuse me and leave first."

During the journey just now, Mo Liangcheng's brows have never been relaxed.

Although the Mo mansion he was familiar with was still in front of him, and every plant and tree remained the same as when he left, but he couldn't remember when he came back.The childhood memories are still vivid in his mind, but when it comes to the cultivation of the Burning Heaven Sect, especially after the competition of the Seven Sects, his impression becomes very vague, as if separated by a layer of water curtain, no matter how hard he touches it. Less than substance.

For example, it is like a person who just woke up, recalling the fragments of the previous sleep, only seeing sporadic flashing pictures, but unable to connect into a clear straight line.That is to say, there was a gap in his memory, and what was even more frightening was that he had no clue as to the cause of all this.

Moreover, from the moment he stepped into the courtyard, this world has always given him a very weird feeling.Although he couldn't express it in words, he just felt that something was wrong.

What must be said may be the lack of "realism", as if wandering in a dream-like state.Although he had secretly pinched himself many times, the sharp tingling still couldn't dispel the strangeness in his heart.

Don't look at the usual Mo Liangcheng who always looks heartless, in fact, he has been observing everything around him quite calmly.At the same time, he also has an intuition that is naturally sensitive to disasters. Even though no obvious flaws can be found yet, it is better to keep some distance from people in this world, even if the other party has the same face as his father .

Mo Chongshan didn't realize the strangeness of his son at all, he laughed, nodded and said: "Yes, you should be tired after driving such a long way, it's because Dad didn't think carefully! It's okay, you should go back to the room now and have a good time Get some sleep and get up earlier at night. Father will prepare a table of good food for you and Gucheng!"

This was a common saying between father and son, but when Mo Liangcheng heard it, it shocked him into a daze. The luggage he had just picked up fell to the ground with a "snap" and hit his toes hard.Amidst Mo Chongshan's heartbroken complaints, Mo Liangcheng felt no pain at all, and just hurriedly asked: "Father, what are you talking about? Brother, he... is he coming back today? Is he willing to come back?!"

Mo Chongshan's expression seemed to be that he said something very ordinary: "What are you talking about? Hasn't Gucheng lived with us all the time? It's just that he just went out recently to perform a mission in the sect. Yuanmen, we agreed to come back today. What a coincidence, both of you brothers happened to arrive on the same day.

By the way, Gucheng also said before that he would bring you a gift when he came back. Even when his father asked him what it was, he insisted on keeping it secret.This kid, I just want to give you a surprise! "

(End of this chapter)