long night walk

Chapter 1346 Mirror Flower and Fire Tree
Everything seems to return to the original point.

Balian only felt that his body was sinking in the cold river water, sinking, sinking...

The color of blood floated before his eyes, but the blood did not come from the heart that was pierced by the small silver sword.

The severe pain in another part of his body gradually overshadowed the severe pain in his heart.

He raised his fingers and touched the painful spot.

But he discovered that the place where blood overflowed actually came from that immortal tear.

Immortal tears...

Balian was in a daze. When did he have such a thing in his body?
The river water rushing towards him from all directions was fierce and biting, carrying an unspeakable stream of pain into his body.

In the rapids of the sinking river, Bai Lian suddenly heard a sound like a bird suddenly rising from the branches.

The vision in front of him was spinning, and the whole space seemed to be spinning out of control.

Until his back suddenly touched a thorn with jet-black steel clusters, and there was a sudden burst of pain in his back.

Thunder and lightning leaped between the wounds, and the rivers in all directions came and went.

The clothes and hair on his body were not yet dry, and as soon as his eyes flickered, he returned to Guangmeng City, where the air was filled with blood and ghostly aura.

His hands and limbs were bound by iron thorns as sharp as steel knives. The Thunder Wu Divine Spear had turned into a cage of thorns, and cold electric flames and thunder fires were flowing everywhere.

The iron thorns wrapped around his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak.

Standing in front of him in a black and red sword robe between heaven and earth, he has wide sleeves and flying belts, and has an astonishing immortality. His brows can't hide the majesty, and his angular face contains the innate sharpness of attack, and there is even a faint trace in his eyes. A kind of callous indifference.

The man's hand pressing the Shenglong Sword was like the first icy wind blowing down from Tianxi Sword Mountain.

His narrow eyes stared at Bailian as if he were looking at a dead person, and the words coming out of his thin lips revealed his murderous intent: "Exorcise ghosts and kill people, but you still have me as your father in your eyes!"

Bailiyu's big sleeves were fluttering, and blood was spilled.

Beneath his feet lay a small ghost corpse with a round head and a red belly. Who could it be if it wasn't Shou?

The pain in his heart that had been pierced by the small sword had not faded away. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had been hit hard by something blunt and heavy again.

But when he looked down, his heart was empty, with no sword and no wounds.

Balian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but grab the thorns and thunder cage in front of him. His palm was suddenly cut and broken, dripping with blood.

Their fingers connected to their hearts, and when severe pain came, Balian laughed softly, and his round, dark eyes gradually became stained with a ripple of bright red color, as deep as a blood abyss. He slowly lowered his eyelids, long Long eyelashes cover a pair of deep red eyes, and the electric flames flicker against them, but there is an unspeakable mystery in them.

The scarred palm touched the cage that Lei Wu had transformed into and broke apart. He retracted his palm and slowly tore off the steel thorns bound between his lips and teeth.

The sharp iron thorns embedded in the bone a moment ago were now as brittle as thin paper under his fingers as his laughter rang out.

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Outside of the dream, Lin Xi was stunned for a long time, with a strange expression as her fingers kept groping around Balian's face.

Bai Shaoyan looked at the smile on his master's lips, frowned deeply and said, "Master is smiling now, but the situation is not good."

Lin Xi came back to her senses at Bai Shaoyan's words. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath to suppress the shock and turmoil in her heart. She shook her head and said, "This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone who can suppress his inner demons to the point of being helpless." Taking advantage of the opportunity, even if he is pushed into the abyss step by step, he can still clearly see the path under his feet, which is really incredible."

When the dream killing technique is performed, people's spiritual consciousness is tantamount to entering a state of high sleep.

After such an incident, the body's spiritual platform is defenseless and immersed in an open state. The willpower is the weakest, and it is easy to breed inner demons and be swallowed by dreams.

The art of dream killing first creates a beautiful dream for the subject, and fulfills all the unfulfilled wishes and obsessions in the dream. Finally, at the happiest moment, the nightmare has quietly arrived.

At the peak of your happiness, everything will disintegrate and collapse, so that despair and pain will climb to the top.

No one can bear to use happiness to destroy everything.

No one can remain unwavering and calm in this kind of pain.

But Balian... this young man, he accepted everything calmly, including this pain, in a dream.

Lin Xi secretly sighed in her heart that this boy might really be able to achieve a miracle in ten years and recognize the fact that he was in a dream.

It's just... there are many outstanding people in the world who can distinguish between dreams and reality by relying on their strong willpower in the art of dream killing.

But knowing doesn't mean being able to escape the nightmare.

What's more, listening to the distant sounds of volcanic eruptions, Lin Xi had already predicted that the abyssal beast might have taken action at this moment.

There is not much time left for them.

Even if the time limit of a thousand years can be shortened as much as possible to ten years, these ten years... are still long.

In the dream, outside the cage.

Bailiyu's eyes were as cold as an eagle's, staring at the young boy with an innocent face in the cage: "You traitor, what are you laughing at!"

Balian raised his fingers to touch the traces of the cracked wound between the corners of his lips, with a playful look on his face: "Is it the inner demons who are weaving dreams to deceive me, or am I deceiving all my own inner demons.

Why can my father still come into my dreams now? Although the past is etched in my heart like a knife and makes me feel painful, it will not make me sink to this level. "

He placed his palm on the thorn cage in front of him, and with a slight shake of his palm, the cage collapsed and turned into ashes.

Balian lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I have already let go of the past. Since you were born in response to my inner demon, in a sense, you can also be regarded as my father."

Bailian bowed deeply to him and made a respectful junior salute, but his eyes were calm and calm, no longer as green and fearful as they were in Guangmeng City back then.Bailiyu in front of him looked at him darkly for a long time, and after a long time he slowly said: "I was born in response to the demon in your heart. I am Bailiyu, and I am also the symbol of the dream calamity technique in this realm. You He is the only being in my tens of thousands of years who has successfully broken through dreams in less than half a day."

Balian gradually recalled everything before the dream, and said with a chuckle: "Palace Master Lin Xi is also your master. Her dream killing technique is indeed outstanding, and she is the most outstanding dream weaver in the demon world. She will also be eclipsed in front of her.”

Bailiyu's expression had changed from stern to indifferent, and his eyes were numb and he said: "But you can still tell that you are in a dream."

Bailian said: "It's not that Palace Master Lin Xi's dream killing technique is not good enough, but that in this world, no nightmare can override the fear brought by the evil god."

And within his body, there is a True Ancestor Evil God sealed within him.

Compared to the method of weaving the inner demon's dream, no matter how clever Lin Xi's method was, he was still as immature as a child in front of the True Ancestor Evil God.

Everything he had experienced now was not enough to give him any fear.

The indifferent expression in Bailiyu's eyes suddenly changed, and he lowered his head and chuckled.

In his laughter, the scenes in all directions changed again.

This time, Balian came to a strange scene that he had never seen before. The ground he was standing on was not the ground, but a level surface of blue water. The fields were boundless and there was no end in sight. Behind him, A burning peach tree grew.

The burning crimson petals fell gently, scattering all over the sky.

It was as if the water and the sky met under Balian's feet. He was dressed in blue clothes and white clothes, exactly as he was dressed in this world, and the reflection in the water under his feet was his appearance before death.

But that appearance is slightly different from that in life. He is not a childish young man with a taller and slender figure and a more mature and calm appearance, but his predecessor in his youth.

In the dream, there was the clear sound of a drop of water falling.

The reflection under his feet was blurred by the ripples, and his face gradually became unclear.

Bailian lowered his eyes and stared at the reflection in the water for a long time. He looked away, his eyes still as calm as before.

He showed off his robe and sat down on the ground carefree, and his reflection in the water followed his movements and sat down on the ground.

Baili An looked steadily at Baili Yu who was wearing a sword suit in front of him, and chuckled: "I am not surprised at all to see my father in my dream. It's just that I think that I am not interested in the position of the Tianxi Sword Sect. If I didn’t even have the slightest desire to covet it, why would everything that happened in the dream be so far removed from reality?”

In the illusion spun by the True Ancestor Evil God for him, he never appeared to become the master of Tianxi Sword, or even marry Yunrong of Sijian.

Although he had a romantic relationship with Senior Sister Yunrong, Bailian believed that he had an excessive obsession with Senior Sister Yunrong, whom he didn't know very well.

But in his dream, his married wife turned out to be not Xiaoshuang, but Senior Sister Yunrong.

What's even weirder is that in that dream, he actually calmly accepted the fact that Senior Sister Yunrong, him and his mother-in-law were a family of three.

At least until he faced Bailiyu, he never realized that he was in a dream.

It is clearly a dream that is as absurd and unrealistic as possible.

He had never doubted the authenticity of the dream.

It was as if those years in the mountains had really happened.

Thinking of this, the expression on Bailian's face remained unchanged, but his fingers gradually became cold and chilly.

A strange smile appeared on Bailiyu's face: "My son already has the answer in his heart, so why bother to ask more questions."

After finishing his words, a sword monument slowly appeared behind Bailiyu.

The sword monument has weather-beaten traces, with dark stains of dried blood on it, and also the marks left by slashing with swords.

The monuments are mottled, like ancient and unknown scars.

Bailiyu imitated Baili'an's movements and sat on the ground. He looked at him with a half-smile and said: "The power of dream killing and weaving fearful nightmares is indeed far inferior to the terrifying despair brought by the True Ancestor Evil God. , but the difference between the ability of the Dream Killing Technique and that of the True Ancestor Evil God is that all the dreams weaved by the Dream Killing, every scene and thing experienced, have actually happened, or will happen in the future."

Balian shook his head and said seriously: "This is absolutely impossible."

Bailiyu leaned forward, and the handsome and cold young face came closer and sneered: "If it were really impossible, you would not be controlled by the dream at this moment."

His head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were as sharp as knives: "This is the real power of the Dream Killing Technique. Maybe you think that you have experienced the fear brought by the True Ancestor Evil God to you. You can defeat such fear. It is indeed you." It’s amazing, but if you think that you can escape from the Dream Killing Realm by relying on these advantages, you are naive.”

"You may be able to overcome the fear, pain and inner demons of death in the past, but in this world, what is fear? The biggest fear in this world comes from the unknown."

"You can defeat the past, but that doesn't mean you can defeat the future."

"Maybe you can wake up to your entire life so far in less than half a day, but as for the distant future, you might as well guess how many years you will be trapped in this dream for this?"

Bailiyu raised his finger, and the air flow around Bailian's body surged, and thousands of illusory red threads danced profusely from his body.

"You are the person with the most numerous and complex lines of cause and effect that I have ever seen. Ordinary people only have a few lines, but I have seen thousands of red lines in you. If you do this in the future, you will be trapped. It has been in this state for thousands of years, and it will never be possible to wake up."

Balian's eyes were firm and he said: "I don't believe in the past, nor the future, I only believe in the present."

"Don't believe in the future?" Bailiyu sneered: "If you deny everything you experienced in your dream, you might as well think about it carefully. If everything you experience is false, why can you understand the holy power of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan? 'All Heavens and All Realms'? Why are you able to comprehend those unfamiliar three thousand dharma in a matter of days?
If you hadn't learned this a long time ago, how come you were able to master the holy-level exercises that ordinary people need to practice for thousands of years before they can even get started? "

Bailian remained silent.

Bailiyu continued to smile and vowed: "You entered the dream calamity to learn all this. You had already anticipated it before entering the dream, so why deny it now?"

"Deny?" Balian raised his eyes, with a slight smile in his clear eyes, as if he didn't hide anything on his mind. Even now, his eyes are still calm:

"Now I am very curious, where did your inner demon come from in my heart? The purpose of my entering this dream was never to acquire the three thousand holy magical powers, so that I could master them day and night. I learned all this during the period, and I said it was all an accident, do you believe it?"

This time, it was Bailiyu's turn to be silent.

As an echo of his dream, he could sense that Balian was not lying when he said this.

(End of this chapter)