Demon Eye Shura

After reading this, Zhuo Yifan was completely insane as if possessed by a demon. Didn't even go back to Xuancun, didn't even take a sip of meat, didn't drink a drop of water, just under this snowy pine, and forgot to eat and sleep for seven days and seven nights.

A small piece of turtle shell contains everything.Zhuo Yifan was obsessed with many ancient secrets written on it, and the battle between gods and men.

"Amazing!"

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help saying hello in his heart after reading an example of a battle between the saints and the three great demon gods.This battle example is just a portrait.But the moment he touched his eyes, the image of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and the overflowing power of gods formed a torrent of memory, which flowed through his heart in a very real way, as if he had crossed the ancient times and experienced that battle in person.

This is just a picture, and no other things have been recorded, but Zhuo Yifan has a feeling that he will never tire of seeing it.

He was so absorbed that he almost melted into this strange world, and was soon attracted by another battle.

It was a battle between a gray-haired old man of unknown age and a poor head.

The old man was seriously injured, even his weapon was destroyed, and he was about to die.But the fierce and poor are in their prime, and they are in full bloom.

Roaring and shaking the sky, I saw Qiongqi spitting lava out of his mouth, with unrivaled power, he suddenly rushed over, flapping his giant wings, covering the sky and the sun, as if he was about to jump out of the painting.Zhuo Yifan was shocked.

Originally, there was no suspense in this battle.However, at this moment, the old man who had run out of lamp oil and destroyed even his weapon picked up a fallen leaf from the ground and threw it suddenly.

With a sound of "chi", a thick sword energy shot out across the sky, tearing apart the heaven and the earth, conveying the unrivaled power of the world.

This leaf actually contains the supreme sword intent, which can turn the world around and shock the present, as if it can open up the world and cut everything!

Looking at this battle, Zhuo Yifan became more and more frightened, what level of powerhouse is this?How could he throw such a terrifying sword with a tattered dead leaf and suddenly turn the situation around?No need to think about it, this person is definitely a master of swordsmanship!In the current world of swordsmanship, no one can match it!

Zhuo Yifan became more and more focused, looking tired, and another three days passed in the blink of an eye.

If anyone saw him, he would run away in fear.

Because Zhuo Yifan is completely obsessed now.

The original pair of bright and penetrating eyes were completely stained with blood, with a strange red light shining, and even the seven orifices were bleeding.His whole body was red and hot, and the heat melted the snow around him, and the heavy snow that fell on his body turned into water vapor and evaporated.

But Zhuo Yifan didn't notice his strangeness, and was completely silent in this world and couldn't extricate himself.

After a long, long time, he shook his hands, and the tortoise shell palm fell to the ground with a sound.

Zhuo Yifan grabbed his hair, panted in pain, and gritted his teeth tightly. Blood was already dripping from his lips, and his two blood-red eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was completely insane!

At this moment, he felt extremely lonely, coming to this ordinary world alone, the pain and helplessness of losing his strength.Hatred of fate, of karma.All this negativity completely infested his soul.

war!war!I want to fight!kill!kill!I want to kill!Kill a bloody path, kill this cause and effect, kill this fate, kill everything!

Zhuo Yifan was confused, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, completely unable to control himself, rolling and roaring on the ground in pain.

Just when his thoughts were hazy, a bit of coldness fell on the center of his brow, like a needle that calms the sea, instantly calming down all the restlessness.The temperature is subsiding, the restlessness is calming down, and as time goes on, everything is returning to normal.

When Zhuo Yifan woke up, he found that his body was numb, even his limbs were numb.He struggled to get up from the ground, only to realize that his body was soaked in blood and snow.

"Did I go crazy just now?" He looked at all this in disbelief, and he studied it well, how did he go crazy?

But on the surface of all kinds of phenomena, he was indeed insane just now.Moreover, he was so possessed that his life was almost hanging by a thread.

"Then... who saved me again?" Zhuo Yifan suddenly thought of the coldness between his brows when he was confused and hot all over.I couldn't help but use my hand to touch it, but found that there seemed to be a thorn between the eyebrows.

He pulled out the thorn, looked carefully, and was surprised, it was actually a pine needle?Is it this snow feather pine that saved him?

"Brother Yu!" Zhuo Yifan hugged the tree tightly, deeply moved: "Thank you, Brother Yu! I owe you a favor!"

Xue Yusong didn't move, and neither did Zhuo Yifan.Wait quietly for a response.Not long after, when the tree trunk shook slightly, he let go of his hand and picked up the turtle shell on the ground again.

Only this time, there were many complexities in his eyes.

Generally speaking, before becoming obsessed, the cultivator will feel dry and hot in order to make countermeasures, but this time it is different.

During the study, he didn't feel any abnormality, but he seemed to be in a state of insanity, and when he really reacted, it was too late.It was Xue Yusong who woke him up at a critical moment, and this life must be explained here.

"It's horrific to be obsessed without being able to see it."

Zhuo Yifan rubbed the tortoise shell and did not continue to study.It's not because I'm afraid, but because I feel a little emotional.He didn't expect that with his current state of mind, he would go mad and almost die.

"It would be great if Lin Shen and Xuan Meng were there, and they would teach me how to learn..." Zhuo Yifan stared at the turtle shell, suddenly feeling unable to do anything, and was very entangled.I have gone mad for the first time, then there must be a second time, and a third time...

For the first time, Xue Yusong saved him, but how many times later?Who will save him?

"Who can tell me, what should I do?" Zhuo Yifan sighed, and then he entered with mental strength, only scanned the eight characters at the beginning, and then backed out.

The eight characters at the beginning of this article are the inscription - "If I have no heart, I have no desires and no desires."

"If I have no intention, I have no desires or desires..." Zhuo Yifan didn't pay attention to these eight words at first, but now that he chewed them carefully, he felt that there was a special charm in them.

"This horoscope, is it telling the people who read this book to have no desires and no desires?" Zhuo Yifan was puzzled.He paid special attention to clearing away distracting thoughts and blending with heaven and earth before he started practicing.This can lead to madness, so what is the right way to do it?

It was only then that Zhuo Yifan realized that he hadn't grasped the essentials, that he hadn't grasped the key to the art of prostitution.

This key is very likely to be the "key" that the old man in Migu said!As long as you can hold this key, the day when you can restore your strength is just around the corner.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan sat down with the tortoise shell in his hands and pondered carefully, chanting incessantly, chewing on the meaning of these eight words over and over again, but he still couldn't understand clearly.

"People in the world search for the traces of gods, but all kinds of hard work fail. There is nothing to do. The years go by, and the glitz is gone. My heart is like a bright moon, and I dance to the sky. I pick up the sun and the moon, and grab the star spectrum..." Sitting cross-legged in the tree Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan heard a melodious and elegant singing.The lyrics seem to be unfamiliar at first glance, but after a careful taste, there is a different kind of comfort.

Who the hell is singing this song?Looking curiously, he found that the visitor was dressed in common clothes, with disheveled hair, a bamboo basket on his back, and a small axe in his hand. He was actually a woodcutter.There was nothing unusual about it, but upon closer inspection, there was an indescribable sense of peace on his face.

Looking at the woodcutter, Zhuo Yifan's body suddenly stopped gradually.

Even though it was noon, it was not warm, even ordinary cultivators at the body training stage had to wear at least a thin cotton coat so as not to feel cold.But this woodcutter was only wearing a coarse cloth coat and a pair of coarse cloth shorts that only reached his knees.A pair of straw shoes full of loopholes, just walking up and down on the snow without leaving any footprints...

Zhuo Yifan's eyes flickered, based on this and the previous Daoist song.He can be sure that this woodcutter is definitely not an ordinary person. (To be continued.)