Three and a half years old fast: the group pet's little milk bag is sweet and soft

“Eh, eh…”

Xie Yang couldn't control his flying sword, as if something suddenly hit it, causing it to lose control.

He tried hard to control the flying sword, but found it a little difficult. The flying sword seemed to be carrying some unbearable weight and was swaying from side to side, making Xie Yang dare not be distracted.

what happened?

Xie Yang was worried that he would drop his sword.

It’s so hard to fly a sword today.

A cold breath approached, making Xie Yang shiver. What was that?
Xie Yang's heart began to pound and he had a strong sense of crisis. He scanned everywhere with his spiritual sense and felt that there might be monsters in the mountains below that were targeting them.

Bai Ying had a blurry face. He looked at Huai Yiyu behind him, then leaned close to Xie Yang's ear, blowing the cold wind, as if he was whispering something.

Huai Yiyu's breath was choked and he felt a little dizzy. He wondered what his inner demon had said to Xie Yang?

But can the inner demon really communicate with Xie Yang?

Huai Yiyun was uncertain, but his heart was troubled. At this moment, Huai Yiyun felt uncontrollable malice in his heart and even wanted to kill Xie Yang together.

But feeling the gloating look of his inner demon, Huai Yiyu tried hard to calm himself down.

This is the inner demon, stirring up the evil in people's hearts and leading them to destruction. We must not fall into the inner demon's trap.

Huai Yiyun drove the flying sword and flew side by side with Xie Yang, and asked: "Junior brother, do you think Junior Brother Zhao Shan was killed by someone?"

Xie Yang was trying hard to control the flying sword. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

He has already been eaten by the monster, and there is nothing I can do to find out what happened. I can only go back and report to my master.

When Bai Ying saw Huai Yiyun, he immediately jumped onto his back and whispered in his ear with a smile, "Husband, are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will tell your junior brother that you were the one who killed your fellow disciples?"

Huai Yiyun kept silent, even his mind was blank, and he did not respond to the demon in his heart at all.

Bai Ying added: "Husband, you are my husband. Although you are despicable, shameless, vain and noble, I love you and I will not hurt you."

"Although you, my husband, killed me, I..."

"But you won't kill me?"

Huai Yiyu sneered in his heart. The shamelessness of the inner demon was simply unheard of.

"Of course, you are my husband, I won't kill you, but if you don't listen to me, don't love me, and hurt me again, I will make you hurt."

"I love you, but I can't spoil you."

spoil?!
You sound like you are my mother.

Bai Ying: "The bride, the bride, is your mother."

"My husband, you are a little crazy. You even killed my mother. But it doesn't matter. I will forgive you."

Huai Yiyu kept his mouth shut. He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would really go crazy.

The inner demon knows how to stimulate and make people uncomfortable and angry.

Xie Yang only felt that the flying sword became lighter and easier to control, and he immediately felt relieved. It was a joke that he, a sword cultivator, couldn't even control the flying sword.

After returning to Jiuxing Peak, Xie Yang immediately took his senior brother with him to report.

Two people are better than one.

Cangwu listened to Xie Yang's words and counted with his fingers. Huai Yiyu's heart was beating like a drum when he saw this. He wondered if his master could really calculate something.

With Master’s strength, he will definitely be able to figure out something.

After a while, Cangwu stopped calculating and said to Xie Yang, "Since that's the case, let's hold a proper ritual for Zhao Shan and build a tomb for him."

"Yes, Master." Xie Yang quickly bowed and said, "Master, what can you deduce?"

Why was Zhao Shan running deep into the mountains so late at night?
Cangwu: "No, go do your work." "Yes." Xie Yang was about to leave when he heard his master calling his eldest senior brother, "Huai Yi, stay."

"Yes."

Huai Yiyun said immediately.

There were only two people in the hall, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Cangwu stared at Huai Yiyun, causing Huai Yiyun to lower his head and avoid his master's gaze.

The master really noticed something.

He was desperate and hateful.

He was obviously the disciple that his master cared about the most and was most proud of. He was extremely talented and had formed a golden elixir within a hundred years. He was a genius famous in the world of cultivation.

But now?
He became a despicable man who killed his own fellow disciples.

The inner demons are all because of the inner demons.

He didn't dare to raise his head, afraid to face his master's disappointed eyes.

Cangwu looked at the eldest disciple and asked, "Is the Soul Killing Sword useful?"

Huai Yiyun uttered an "ah", raised his head and looked at his master, then said, "It's useless."

Cangwu just said: "If it's useless, give me the Soul Killing Sword."

Huai Yiyu took out the Soul-Killing Sword from the Sumeru mustard seed and handed it to Cangwu respectfully.

Cangwu stretched out his somewhat old hand, picked up the Soul-Killing Sword, pulled the dagger out of the scabbard, and frost flowers immediately began to condense on the blade. A cold breath surged, as if it could freeze the soul.

"I give you this knife so that you can overcome your inner demons, not so that you can hurt your fellow disciples."

"What do you think, you can stab the Soul Killing Knife into your junior brother's body, huh?"

"Master!"

Huai Yiyun was horrified, and he knelt down with a plop. Tears streamed down his face, and he grabbed the corner of his master's robe, "Master, I'm so scared. I'm afraid he will tell others that I have a demon in my heart."

"Master, I'm afraid. I'm even more afraid of embarrassing you, Master!"

Huai Yiyun knelt on the ground, begging for Master's forgiveness.

Cangwu looked at Huai Yiyun coldly, "The inner demon scares you so much, is it just its existence that scares you so much?"

Huai Yiyun raised his head, his cheeks were clear, his eyes and nose were red, and he looked terrified and vulnerable. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid of embarrassing my master. I'm even more afraid that everyone will look at me like a madman."

Cangwu sighed, "Huaiyi, you have a good talent, and your training has been smooth sailing. You cannot accept failure."

"You regard your inner demons as a shame. What you do, think and think will lead you to the outcome you fear."

"Your actions and thoughts are feeding your inner demons. The more you do things that go against your own conscience, the deeper you will sink."

"I've said before, having inner demons is not a bad thing. Why do you regard your inner demons as enemies instead of thinking of using them?"

"Everything in the world is useful. If you defeat your inner demons, or even use them for your own benefit, when you really don't care about them, they will no longer be able to affect you."

"You care too much about your face and achievements. These empty things can even make you ignore the life of your junior brother just to protect such an imaginary thing."

"Huai Yi, I am very disappointed in you."

At the end of his speech, Cangwu raised his head slightly with a sigh on his face.

This sigh was mixed with too many emotions: disappointment, melancholy, regret for not being able to make up for one's shortcomings, and even a kind of envy...

"Master!!"

Huai Yiyun cried bitterly, like a wounded young animal, whimpering in front of the master, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong, I did something wrong, Master, please punish me." (End of this chapter)