Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

In the small bamboo building.

Shen Shu sat cross-legged on the couch.

The formation method shielded all movements from the outside world, and there was no wind and no sound. Ye Yunlan's book? The stack of tips and tricks that broke through the Nascent Soul Stage was quietly placed on the tabletop.

The first step of retreat is to enter into stillness.

Shen Shu closed his eyes tightly, his hands on his knees trembled slightly, and the blue veins bulged in his temples.

He wants to break through Yuan Ying as soon as possible and go out to see Master.

But the more I think about it, the harder it is to make my heart stable.

The ghost sprites in his mind screamed more and more frighteningly in the quiet environment, making him a headache.

Distorted darkness spread throughout the room, and every inch of sunlight out of reach, there was something eager to move.

He has never told his master about these evil, filthy, and unknown things.

Just as he never told the other party, his hands were never clean.

Since he was born, he was disgusted by his relatives because of the strangeness on his body, and he was shut in the cellar as a monster.

He didn't even know that when he was a child, he gathered around the entrance of the cellar and threw the gravel leaves and rat corpses at him? Of those people, who was his? Parents.

Later? They all died.

He was standing in a pool of blood, and his uncontrollable power floated like a puff of water, causing blood on his face and vision.

After the burst of strength, he was taken away by the disciples of the Soul Refining Sect and refined into a demon puppet, placed in a snake cave, and then taken back to the Heavenly Sect by Liu Qing and treated by the disciples of the Medicine Lu. Driven like a dog.

Later, they also died.

The two disciples of the Soul Refining Sect who brought him into the snake cave were swallowed by him in the snake pile, and there was no bones left.

The Yaolu disciples encountered unexpected events one after another, and Liu Qing went mad, all of them were his masterpieces.

Of these, he didn't tell Ye Yunlan.

So when something strange appeared in the soul, he didn't tell the other party either.

Ye Yunlan hoped that he could break away from the status of the demon puppet and do a good job of Taoism, then he would do it.

Dao Sect’s exercises pay attention to thinking and moving in silence, letting it go, doing nothing and doing everything, in fact, it is not in harmony with his mind or nature.

In the dark, he felt that if he had obtained the nine-turned heaven demon decision before he went to cultivate, the speed of his cultivation should be tens to a hundred times higher than the current one.

But Ye Yunlan didn't like it.

Then he won't fix it.

Shen Shu clenched his fists tightly, making him no longer tremble.

The muscles that throbbed in the temples were as tight as a bowstring, and he concentrated on suppressing the hostility in his heart, trying to find the lucidness from the pain of the craved soul.

After a long time, he finally fell silent.

...

Comprehension has no years.

Time trickled by.

In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu's body is like a stone sculpture? He sits cross-legged at every turn, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on his shoulders.

The spiritual energy in the body runs spontaneously and accumulates in the heart. What is there? It seems to be about to come out, but it is still a little bit short.

The cultivation base is already overflowing, but it lacks an opportunity.

But, what is the opportunity to break through Yuanying?

In his deliberate suppression, all thoughts have been suppressed to the extreme, his spiritual consciousness is clear, and the realm of Tao is clear. The skills of the heart, the tactics and swordsmanship that he has learned over the years are constantly coming from his mind. Emerging from it, it's infinite in size.

Yuan Ying is born from the heart, and manifests according to the original heart.

Sword practitioners place their hearts on the sword, and practitioners love the technique, and the infants made by this are called Jian Ying and Shu Ying. They are the three most common ones in Taoism. two.

In addition, the "third kind" Yuan Ying is a reflection of the practitioner himself. Practitioners are not confined to swords or techniques, or to condense the primordial infant for strength, for longevity, or for other things, in different forms.

And what does his heart look like?

Looking for thought, suddenly amidst the sparks, Ye Yunlan gave him a pile of papers that broke through Yuan Ying, and how many lines crossed his mind.

The original mind? That is the self, the human being and the heart?

Doesn't it come? Doesn't go, it's there.

Let it go, it's pretty impressive.

--I see.

Shen Shu let go of his suppression of thoughts.

So, all the kungfu, heart, swordsmanship and swordsmanship in his mind faded away like tides, and replaced by wiping the figure-he saw someone flying by in the raging fire of the secret realm like a white gull. ?, picked him up in his arms; saw in the window sill of the bamboo building, someone lowered their eyes and stroking the piano with their hands; saw in the open space of the flowerbed, someone leaned over and held his hand, teaching him swordsmanship; saw the night In the candlelight, someone sitting on the side of the bed with a scroll in his hand, accompany him to sleep...

All the figures are all human beings.

Shen Shu sat on the couch, his face that was as tight as a statue gradually loosened, and how agile it appeared.

——It should have been understood long ago, his original mind is Ye Yunlan.

He cultivates immortals, not for heaven, earth, strength, or longevity, just for his master.

When the soul of Yuan Yingying emerged from his heart, his body seemed to be detached from the layers of shackles, and his spiritual consciousness was flying, vaguely as if he could touch the unspeakable words in the heavens and the earth.

He looked inside his heart, and saw the respected little jade man.

His whole body was full of celestial spirits, and his face was like snow in the sky, sitting cross-legged in his heart palace, closing his eyes, as if meditating.

Shen Shuxin's mind moved slightly, and Yuan Ying opened his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if looking at him.

However, Shen Shu knows that Yuan Ying itself has no self, soul, and self consciousness. It is purely condensed by his original mind. It is a concrete representation of his "Xiandao". Although it can be controlled by his consciousness, it is also possible. ? Not a tangible life.

He looked at the small white figure sitting in the heart mansion, his black hair was soft and knee-length, which could cover the important points, and he was so busy that his mind turned, so that it was covered with a layer of spiritual energy. Clothing.

When he started to feel distressed, if Ye Yunlan asked him about the form of Nascent Soul after leaving the customs, how should he answer.

Shen Shu thought about it, just about to escape from entering concentration. Suddenly, the hostility that had been suppressed for a long time began to crazily backlash, and the undercurrents that had subsided in the soul began to turbulent-Shen Shu snorted, suddenly felt Feeling that there is a dark fire burning in the heart and mouth, the world becomes inverted and confused.

Before thinking about it, he fell into darkness in the constantly twisting and spinning world.

...

Ticking.

He heard the sound of water.

I moved my fingertips, I wanted to get up, but I felt like my body was run over by a cart, my bones shattered, my muscles and veins were broken.

Hunger...thirst...pain...

My eyelids opened hard, but when I saw it was dark and bewildered, endless heights, no end.

This is a place where even the sky and light cannot shine.

This is where?

The stern sound of the wind was mixed with ghost calls, and there were some creepy sounds of chewing.

Suddenly he saw his eyes with faint blood glowing, staring at him greedily, with his long tongue sticking out, and the faintly revealed body in the dark, distorted not like a human form.

Ticking.

Is it the sound of saliva falling from the monster's mouth?

The monster sniffed the blood in the air and approached, and the huge body was getting closer and closer to him, and the black magic energy was wrapped around his body.

He thought of getting up, but couldn't move.

The monster stretched out its long tongue and licked his wound, its saliva fell on it, and the flesh made a "sizzling" sound of corroded.

His pupils were dilated and dilated, and suddenly a cruel scarlet appeared.

——He can't? Die!

He wants to leave here to find someone...very important.

Go to...who?

Before thinking about it, the dark surroundings has suddenly launched an attack, penetrating the monster's heart and filth.

The monster was caught off guard, let out a sharp howl, and his huge body fell beside him.

But he hadn't had time to relax, and soon a new monster was approaching.

Tick, tick.

Tick ​​tick tick tick tick tick...

Six pairs of blood-red? Eyes emerged in the darkness.

At the same time, there are dozens of green ghosts flying around, whizzing and flying around his lying body, staring at him.

He used his mind to manipulate the dark power to counterattack.

However, these monsters and ghosts seem to be endless.

More and more monsters and ghosts were attracted by the smell of living blood on him, and he gradually became unable to do what he wanted.

He gritted his teeth.

He can't?-can't? Die!

He still wants to go out and find someone...

Thirst and hunger made the mind dizzy, and if this continues, he can't hold it for long.

What's there? What can...

Tilting his head hard, his scarlet eyes looked at the monster corpse with blood flowing beside him.

...

His body seems to be a container of monsters by nature.

Every time a ghost or a monster is swallowed, the power in the body will grow stronger, and at the same time, there will be some soul thoughts that do not belong to him flow into his mind.

The wound on his body gradually healed.

Can he stand up at first? and walk around in the dark.

He is getting stronger and stronger.

The ghost was caught in his hands and scattered, leaving only a blood-melting red soul stone, which was thrown into his mouth like a snack, and there was a crisp sound.

The flesh and blood of countless monsters was swallowed by the winding black shadow around him, turning into flesh and blood essence and melting into his body.

He stepped on the monster's blood and walked forward.

Countless? Soul thoughts and memories that do not belong to him melted into his mind, dozens? hundreds, hundreds, thousands, thousands...

In the end, he couldn't remember how much it had swallowed.

The thin blood on the soles of the feet, as deep as the ankles, finally became a river of blood.

There are countless monster corpses and ghost remnants wailing in the river of blood. He stands on the lonely black boat of Ye Ye, floating at the bottom of the dark abyss.

He stretched out his hand in the river to catch, and the ghost shattered and turned into a soul stone. He threw the soul stone into his mouth.

The soul stone was opened in his mouth, and the remnant soul's sharp spirit and memory penetrated into his spirit, but it failed to make him frown.

There are too many remnant soul memories in his mind, and even more, it doesn't matter.

He saw a familiar person in the remnant soul memory.

It's him himself.

Flesh-and-flesh? People lying in the dark, like a corpse, surrounded by countless monsters and ghosts.

In the picture, I had red eyes and muttered in his mouth.

"Want?...Leave..."

He slowly chewed the soul stone in his mouth and repeated? Times, "Leave?"

"Yes, I want to leave here..."

He seemed to be thinking of himself suddenly.

"But get out of here...what do you want to do?"

...

He took the bronze ghost face and sat on the high seat.

The torch burns on both sides, and the green flames are full.

Looking down, countless people kneeled to him, their bodies trembling. There was silence in the huge bronze palace, and the needle drop could be heard.

He supported the armrests of the seat with his elbows, his palms supported his face, and said, "Are you...really afraid of me?"

Everyone bowed to the ground in fear, "How dare your subordinates!"

The man trembled and said: "The adults have cultivated the world, and in only half a month, all the 20 sects of the Demon Realm will be returned to their subordinates. I am deeply admired, and I only wish to die for the adults and serve the dog."

"Extremely! Your lord turned out to be the leader of the Demon Sect. This is a stunning feat. It has already been called a giant of the Demon Dao. Let me look up to it!"

"With the power of an adult?, I will command the demon's army, frighten the Daomen, and achieve the great cause of the ages. This is my devil's thousand-year blessing!"

He listened with great interest to these people's praises against their will, and felt a little bit interesting to feel the evil thoughts and fears that escaped around these people.

It was much more interesting than those under the Demon Abyss who only knew about killing and devouring? The ghosts of monsters.

The praises are still coming and going.

But never? I dared to look up at him.

When the voice subsided, he said.

"Now that I officially take over the Demon Gate, what else do you want to ask?"

"Something," the man said tremblingly, "Now that the adult is already the master of the demon way?, I don't know... the name of the adult?"

"Name taboo?"

He thought for a while, the name in his memory seemed to be ten minutes away from him, so far away he was too lazy to search through countless divine and soul memory fragments.

So? Yes.

"I'm from Demon Abyss, I can order the group of demons to be the master of the magic way..."

The green flames reflected his tall black figure and the hideous face on his face.

He propped his face and said casually.

"From today, you will call me a demon."

The author has something to say: in the process of restoring memory.

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