A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

At the entrance of Fulin Community.

"I will go home after the seventh day of the Lunar New Year."

On the first day of the new year, after a sumptuous lunch, Lin Wanqiu took her son and daughter to say goodbye to Lin Yong's family and grandparents, and gave instructions.

Starting from the first day of junior high school, everyone has to receive friends, make good friends with colleagues, and visit relatives. I am afraid it will be busy for a while.

A few kilometers outside the community, Lin Yong's family felt inexplicably relieved.

"Ah! It hurts..."

Lin Yuanwang screamed, feeling severe pain in his internal organs and consciousness, and fell to the ground, hissing and gasping for air, unable to even speak.

"Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you? You are a late-stage Qi training monk, who can hurt you?"

The expressions of Lin Yong and his wife changed.

"What's wrong with me? It seems..."

There was a fierce struggle in Lin Yuanwang's eyes, as if something was about to emerge from the depths of his mind, and then, a terrifying premonition came to his heart.

Instinctively, he did not dare to think about it again, and his eyes gradually became blank.

"there is nothing."

He thought about it carefully for a long time, but couldn't think of anything. He reluctantly said: "Mom, Dad, don't worry, there may be something wrong with your cultivation. Go to the hospital and see what the doctor says."

"Yes, yes, go to the hospital."

Lin Yong also calmed down, persuaded his wife and parents to go home, and boarded the emergency helicopter that flew over, carefully accompanying his son.

"By the way, I seem to have something to do before I come to my sister's house?"

He suddenly recalled something and forgot about it in a blink of an eye: "Forget it, don't think about it anymore, Xiao Wang's injury is still more important."

…

After the guests left, Jiang Ding, his mother, and sister cleaned up the house together, washing dishes, wiping tables, and sweeping the floor. They did everything by hand, sweating all over.

"Is there any way to make it easier?"

Jiang Ding thought, then took the mop from Jiang Yuan's hand and dragged it around on the ground.

After the family's busy work was over, they got together to watch TV. It was still a bloody ethics drama. Jiang Ding watched it for a while and fell into a deep sleep.

…

Cook for the family, sweep the floor, send relatives to school, watch TV with the family, go for a walk, meet new neighbors, and attend the funeral of an old neighbor.

Then, he fell into a deep sleep in the room.

The days passed like this, and another half a year passed.

Everything is normal.

There were no casualties, no unusual occurrences, no security incidents, and no one felt anything was wrong.

Until this day three years later.

Two escaping lights flew from the sky, one was starlight, the other was black and white intertwined, and their speed was much faster than that of the foundation-building monks of the same level.

"Jiang Ding has been on leave for too long, I'm a little uneasy."

An Siyan adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and checked the location of the community on the map again: "Although there are complete procedures for every annual leave, he has never asked for leave for so long, and he didn't come even after the start of graduate school. , even if there is an emergency at home, this is too far-fetched."

"You also have this premonition, right?"

"Yeah, same thing."

Jin Lingfeng had a serious face and waved his silver hair: "This is too abnormal. I wonder if the assassin in the late Jindan stage of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has some hidden agenda that he has not dealt with, or even the god of transformation..."

The Foundation Establishment monk's escape light was very fast. Soon, the two women arrived at the gate of Fulin Community. They walked into the community, observed and squatted for a while, and came to two old men playing chess.

"Hello, uncle."

Jin Lingfeng showed a sweet smile, which captured the old man's favor very well, and asked: "Do you know where Jiang Ding's home is..."

Keng!

A gentle sword cry suddenly appeared in her ears.

In a trance, he saw ancient trees rising from the ground and towering into the sky, a bright blue sun descending from the sky, sitting between the trees and the shadow of the trees, the terrifying meaning of breaking magic, destroying magic spread, and a faint murderous intention descended.

The bright blue sun emerged in the soul, burning, destroying, and even a trace of moon-white mist-like breath penetrated into the soul, trying to change something.

"puff!"

As if struck by lightning, Jin Lingfeng spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Walk!"

"He is crazy, I want to die!"

She turned into a star-colored escaping light and fled frantically out of the community.

An Siyan's expression changed, and his consciousness was placed on the alarm button of the array spirit. He did not dare to say anything, and followed her, spreading his evasion light to cover possible attacks around him.

"Who was there just now?"

The two old men playing chess glanced around in confusion, dismissing the blood around them as nothing, and continued to focus on chess.

Snapped!

"Will!"

Outside the community, the two escaping lights retreated for more than ten kilometers before stopping.

"Jiang Ding, his condition is not right!"

Jin Lingfeng spoke hurriedly: "I don't know what conditions were triggered. His sword intention attacked me, and there was also a kind of power that was invading my soul... soul..."

She paused for a moment, showing a look of confusion.

"...spirit..."

"...What was I saying just now?"

Jin Lingfeng asked.

An Siyan felt a chill in his heart.

"Shenhun, you were saying just now that a power invaded your soul."

"Yes! That kind of spiritual power!"

Jin Lingfeng suddenly realized: "It wants to edit my cognition and make me...I...Why am I here? We should be in school now."

She regained her dazed expression and instinctively wanted to stay away from this place.

"Jiang Ding..."

An Siyan took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and pressed the alarm button on his mobile phone with his consciousness. This was the highest level in the face of the central array spirit computer, involving the danger of life.

"You are calling the police on the grounds that your life is in danger, please pay attention..."

The sound of the central array spirit computer rang, and it was connected instantly without letting the program finish.

"..."

There was silence.

"What's wrong?"

An Siyan's eyes widened, wondering if there was something wrong with his cell phone. How could the Central Array Computer be silent instead of quickly handling his police situation.

"...Inner Demon..."

"...The catastrophe of the inner demon of the swordsman genius...there is no invasion by foreign enemies, and there is no processing program in the database...it cannot be freed spontaneously...it has been reported to Qingfeng University Dinghai Zhenjun...please wait..."

After a long time, the sound of the central array spirit computer sounded.

"Inner demon?"

An Siyan was startled.

This is an extremely rare thing for Qi training and foundation-building monks, and it is basically impossible to deal with it. The soul is too weak to be produced.

Often, it appears when building a foundation to advance to the golden elixir.

After dozens of breaths, the space became hazy, and an elegant old man appeared in front of the two women. With a sweep of his consciousness, people and things within a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers appeared in his mind.

True Lord Dinghai was startled.

After a long time, there was a long sigh.

"... The calamity of homesickness and inner demons, silly boy, every immortal cultivator has to face the constant departure of his parents and relatives. This is the fate of us cultivators. There is no way to escape, and it will come sooner or later."

"You are too young, your soul is too strong, and you have been exposed to these helplessness early."