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The means of illusion is to transform into the person in everyone's heart.There are those who practice Taoism in the world, there are those who cut off emotion to prove Taoism, and there are also those who abandon Taoism for emotion.

Xiao Wenwen had greed in his heart, even if he continued to prove the Tao with emotion, he wanted to hold his hand and remain unchanged for a lifetime.

The deeper the greed, the more difficult it is to let go of the person in your heart who is illusory.

One thought sealed the sky as a madman, but it was just a drunkard with a broken heart!

Cultivating the Dao and becoming an idiot, he is not...

Xiao Wenwen was born because of the Tao, not crazy, not crazy!

He is the drunkard in Nalan Dieyi's heart, but she is also the one who can't give up for the rest of her life, this is his reverse scale...

In Xiao Wenwen's pupils, there was a slight smile of Nalan Dieyi, it was the smile he carried her off the sedan chair from the door of Xuelu.

The two don't know each other, it's just one side!

The clarity in the sea of ​​consciousness still stays in Xiao Wenwen's eyes...

It seems real and unreal, it's me or her!

He raised his sword and stabbed "Nalan Dieyi" in the belly, his dream was shattered!

Unable to bear it in his heart, he stabbed at Huanxu Huadieyi's eyebrows and heart.Because, that was a place he couldn't bear to touch.

He watched the point of the sword piercing through the lower abdomen of "Nalan Dieyi", the point of the sword was stained with blood, and watched her fall in a pool of blood.

His face became paler and paler, and there was still a trace of blood on his fingertips, which was also passing in his eyes...

"Husband... Husband." She lay in the blood, as if she had received that heaven-defying sword in the magic hill and fairy mountain.

The muffled sound left Xiao Wendao in a state of chaos...

The corners of his mouth trembled, and he no longer had the pretentious evil charm, the ferocity and arrogance, and the murderous heart that slaughtered the world.

"Husband...why did you kill me?" Nalan Chanyi asked struggling in the pool of blood in front of him.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the illusory Nalan Dieyi, raised his head and looked at Bai Qiong, with a tear streaming down his face.

A tear fell on her toe.

"It's both illusion and reality, just because you are still asleep, but I have been awake all my life." Xiao asked about the clarity in the sea of ​​consciousness, which didn't let him sink into the illusory world of illusion.

"Husband... I'm in so much pain." "Nalan Chanyi" held the bloody belly, staring at Xiao Wen with a touch of tenderness, feeling hairy in his heart.

"Ah...." Xiao Wendao roared up to the sky, but it was hard for the gloom in his heart to come out of his heart.

He raised his sword and raised his evil eyebrows.

"It seems to be true and false, is it true or false. The pain in my heart cannot be trampled by you." Xiao Wen asked to stab "Nalan Dieyi" in the heart with his sword.

Just when the sword tip pierced her heart, it was as if he had taken a sip of poisoned wine!

Cold, extremely cold.

He thought about sinking into the illusory fantasy world, after all, "she" is here, even if all this is fantasy, even if all this is doomed.

Bang!

The illusory Nalan Chanyi turned into pink wind and sand, drifting farther and farther away.

In the fingertips of both hands, I can't hold the wind and sand, I can't hold her clothes and clear eyes, I can't hold her last look.

But he knew that he still held the sobriety that brought her back to life.

Glad to be sober, but annoyed to be sober again!

Even if it was her nightmare, he really didn't want to wake up...

Passed away by the wind and sand, and when I look back, I am the one who cut my heart out again.

"Dao'er... come and drink this bowl of deer milk." Yu Yangrou tied her black silk with a red tassel.

"Mother..." Xiao Wendao shouted, knocking the deer milk in her hand to the ground.

"Xuanxu, I will definitely pull your tendons and peel your skin, so that you will never recover from adversity, and you will not be reborn." Xiao Wenwen turned around and shouted, another sword strike.

If Nalan Dieyi is the most important person in his heart, then Yu Yangrou is the most untouchable place in his heart.

The wind and snow at the foot of the wrong mountain, the stitches of clothes and the blood on the fingertips, her look and expectation standing in front of the wrong mountain.

That's his mother, even if he can practice Taoism and become an immortal emperor.As long as Yu Yangrou raised his hand, he would kneel and suffer.

Some people say that it is filial piety as a child!

But there are three thousand ways, who ever used "filial piety" as the way.Those who prove the way without emotion all think that only a hard heart can cultivate the way of immortality.

Immortals are also human beings!

"Dao'er... Dao'er." "Yu Yangrou" stabbed the tip of Wen Wen's sword in his heart.

She clenched the double blades tightly with both hands, blood pattering on the ground.She raised her loving eyes and looked at Xiao Wendao's pupils.

"Mother is not here, remember to add clothes. Also... remember to tell your father to drink less, the snow country is too cold." Yu Yang said softly, and stabbed the tip of the sword in the heart again.

Blood stained the ground, Xiao Wendao trembled in his mouth...

His heart was trembling, trembling like a faint crow on a snowy night.He stood alone on the spot, watching the illusory "Yu Yangrou" turn into dust.

Tightening his body, he knew that all of this was false.

But he was thinking, is this a illusory fantasy world, or a small world in his heart.

Turned into the wind, but the heart is like still water!

How many old people appeared in the eyes.

He was shouting and manic from the bottom of his heart, pointing his sword at the sky... roaring in this surrounding area.

God does not beg people, I do not beg God!

Regardless of night, dark clouds, white fire, thunderbolt.

Regardless of lonely souls, wild ghosts, immortals, or mortals.

I step on a solitary boat and cross immortality and a thousand calamities.

You are here, I am here!

Bury flowers with the wind, bury your soul with me.

If the wind doesn't stop, I will go with the wind.

When the knife chops and the sword chisels, I throw the wine into the wind.

You are on the other side of the wind, and I will go with the wind.

The end of the world, the end.

Sad, Jedi.

I don't hold a heartless sword, and I don't want to be a heartless fairy.

Killing one person in ten steps, spilling blood on the mouth of the cup.

If you hate me and hate me, I hope you will seal your throat with a sword.

A lonely soul with deep love and white bones.

I am a lonely soul, and I will go to Huangquan Jiuyou alone.

Deadly, not afraid.

If I become enlightened ruthlessly, I will only be a skeleton with a remnant soul.

Give up, never give up...

Xiao Wendao's heart was ashamed, like a stove that hadn't been cleaned for many years, he closed his eyes...

A sword rose up, trembling repeatedly.

One cut "Ban Xia" to express a little love.

Cut the "Cicada Clothes" twice, forgetting the feeling of death.

Three cuts "passing water", the feeling of passing one's life.

Four cuts of "Hundred Slaughters", a love for each other.

Five cuts "flea rest", the feeling of carrying each other.

Six cuts "empty", the relationship between master and servant.

Seven cuts "Yi Mubai", the love of protecting the calf.

Eight cuts "Han Han", the love of master and apprentice.

Nine cuts, nine cuts... Nine cuts "Xiao Qishan", the love of father and son.

"Roar..." Xiao Wen asked like a raging beast, the veins on his neck were bulging.

"Huanxu, but there are still people I can't kill." Xiao Wen asked the sky and roared.

There are people in the world that I can't kill!

In an instant, Xiao Wenwen was again on a mountain of flames.His eyes were full of murderous intent, and there was still someone in his heart hidden in his heart.

The whole body is a pink phantom, Ling Tian is above the white sky.

"You..." Huanxu murmured in his mouth, but turned into the appearance of Nalan Dieyi.

The illusion is like a light smoke, floating around Xiao Wendao's body.One breath is butterfly clothes, one breath is butterfly clothes... one breath is passing water, one breath is hundreds of slaughters.

"Heh, if I want you to save the one person in your heart and kill thousands of people in the world. Would you like it..." Huanxu asked Xiao in the form of Nalan Dieyi.

"Hmph, if I'm not benevolent, the world is a humble dog. Let me ask you, do you have any fear in your heart, or a drunkard in your heart." Xiao asked, putting the mask of spirit in his hand on his face.

"Hua Xu...who are you." Huan Xu called out.

"A person who is above the heavens and the earth." Just as Xiao asked, he turned into nothingness.

His spiritual mask is like a facial makeup, one is white and the other is red.His eyes exuded aura of spiritual deficiency, holding the sword of asking evilly.

Huanxu looked at Xiao Wendao's transformation into a void with a single thought, and immediately transformed into a spirit void with a height of half a person.

"Do you know that when a human race turns into a void, it will be lost forever." Huanxu said, holding a soul-slaying knife.

"Hmph, the moment Dieyi's soul was gone, I was in the nether hell. There is no redemption... this purgatory is happier." Xiao asked, holding Wendao sword, and stabbed out.

That illusion resorted to illusion again, but it was still Xiao Wenwen's closest person, the person he cared about the most.

Turning emptiness into spirit, Xiao Wenwen had already put that obsession in his heart.

A sword pierces the bone, and a sword cuts out the heart.

Under Xiao Wendao's sword, the phantom turned into pieces of bone.It was still a thought that turned into Nalan Dieyi's love, turned into Yu Yangrou's benevolent eyes.

"My heart is falling into the deepest world, you are just a clown." Xiao Wenwen frowned Lingxu's eye sockets, and pressed against Huaxu's forehead.

With a single strike of the sword, the phantom dissipated before Xiao Wendao's eyes.

"Squeak." The little fox stood empty and squatted in front of Xiao Wendao, his seven-color pupils stared blankly.

Qin Zhiyan at the side stood holding his sword, looked at Xiao Wendao and said, "It seems that senior is bound..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xiao Wendao's eyes full of murderous intent, and only heard Xiao Wendao say: "Don't try to pry into my heart, you will be buried in curiosity."

Qin Zhiyan looked into Xiao Wenwen's eyes, and could only stand with his head down, even if he didn't look at his eyes.

Xiao Wenwen took a look at Li Zhong, he was also not bound by the illusory world transformed by illusion, and felt a little strange.

"Sir, you must be curious about who is in my fantasy world." Li Zhong said calmly.

"Zhou Yi?" Xiao asked in a deep voice, saying what was on his mind.

"No, it's Shizun who is hard for me to attack. He... is the most important thing in my heart." Li Zhong said with worry in his eyes, "Although Zhou Yi and I deposed him as an undead man, he also pretended to be an undead man. , even outside the holy ruins... waiting to kill me. But... I don't hate it in my heart."

This illusory battle made Li Zhong let go of his obsessions again, but he picked up the obsessions among "teacher and apprentice" again.

After thousands of calamities, people practice immortality.

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

At the time of reincarnation, what the immortal most wants to be is a "mortal".And among the mortals, they also hoped for the gods' all-powerful methods and iron-blooded hearts.

The illusory spirit rosary was held in the palm of Xiao Wendao's hand, looking at the soul in the rosary.

"This illusory rosary... I will keep it." Xiao asked tremblingly, and sighed deeply: "If I can't bring Dieyi back to life, I will be an illusion for the rest of my life. Illusion."

"Sir...you are cultivating the Dao of the Nine Gods." Li Zhong pondered.

"Heh, what's the use without her..." Xiao asked softly.

A few figures entered the five realms of the Holy Ruins.

I only heard Li Zhong say: "The soul bottle of Mr. Teng... is lit."