A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 Tianran is everything for him, he just wants to protect her hard, never thought he would hurt Tianran. Even the calmness of his dream, he couldn't bear to start.

　　 Muyu shook his head: "No, I can't do it. I don't want to see the blood lying in front of me."

　　 "That's fake!" The dead wood said sternly.

　　Even if he knew that killing Tianran was a fool's thing, he knew that this illusion was too real and almost prevented him from finding a flaw. In this real false world, the peaceful death is also a real feeling for him, which means real death for him!

　　 This hopeful world is like the false but extremely real memories implanted by the illusion.

　　 Muyu put down the dagger and asked, "Master, how do you get out of the illusion?"

　　Withered without saying a word, he turned his head to look at the fake wooden feather next to him, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stabbed him into the chest of the fake wooden feather. A slight movement appeared on his face, causing him to tremble uncontrollably, but he stabilised firmly, saying, "Do you understand now?"

　　 The sound of the dead wood was a little strange, which made Mu Yu startle.

　　 Fake Muyu's eyes became dull, he looked at the dead wood incredulously, and then there was a desperate gray on his chest, which began to spread and rotate. The hope in Fake Muyu turned into despair, and the vitality quickly passed away, slowly replaced by the dead air, and the dead air slowly sucked the dead wood into it.

Muyu stopped talking, he pressed his lips tightly, and at the moment when he saw the dead wood start to himself, his expression was the same as the fake Muyu. It felt like the dead wood really stabbed himself. His heart suddenly cooled down. The feeling of dead wood killing himself is so real, making Muyu almost want to ask why dead wood killed himself!

　　He knew that all of this was false, but the body's senses always told him that this kind of thing really happened.

　　 "Brother Muyu, are you really going to kill me?" Looking at Muyu pitifully, Muyu couldn't start.

　　 Muyu embraced Tianran in his arms, he felt the calm heartbeat gently, so real and vigorous. A dagger flashed in his hand, and Hanman invaded the beating heart like a viper. The knife seemed to pierce Mu Yu's chest, making his heart ache, endless sorrow struck him, the surrounding illusion was shattered like a mirror, the debris splashed, and turned into stars, all disappeared.

　　 The mirror was broken, and the beautiful dreams were gone. He came to a magical world. This world is almost similar to the illusion just now, that is, the purest black and white, but black and white have a clear boundary, do not infect each other, and maintain a stable state, and the dead wood stands at the edge of the white world at the moment.

　　 Muyu recovered from the ups and downs, he was also on the edge of white, but at the moment he didn't have the hope and joy in his heart, only sad. The moment that the dead wood started with him made him sad, and the moment he started with calmly made him sad.

　　 "Are you thinking about why I want to kill you instead of killing Yu Yan or Ice and Snow?" The dry wood slowly said.

　　 Muyu was silent, he didn't know what to say, and he did have the urge to ask this question at the moment when the dead wood started working on the fake Muyu.

　　 "Because the two of them are more important than you in my heart, I know, I won't mind." Muyu said. This feeling is still very weird. Mu Yu didn't tell the truth. He regarded the dead wood as a close person. When the dry wood chose him to start instead of Miao Yuyan and Leng Bingxue, he was still a little bit stupid.

Withered Tree looked at Muyu seriously and said, "No matter which of the three of you, I don't want to see you in trouble. I chose you because I am actually most worried about you. Although Yu Yan was Imprisoned, but there will be no danger to life, and Cher will not have an accident, only you are the most reckless, and now it has entered the extremely fairy list. The list is too dangerous, even if there is a sentence in your body, you will die , The Sanchong Palace will never watch you grow, because you are the apprentice of Jianying Chenfeng, he will find a way to prevent you from becoming the last nine immortals."

"I know that the two of them are unlikely to have an accident, and you are the most likely to have an accident. To get rid of the illusion, you need to face the things you fear most. I am most afraid that you will lose your life, and you are most afraid of accidents, so you can only This way." Witherwood pursed his lips.

　　Withered wood remembered his illusion, his heart fluctuated. He was not immune to the illusion here. At first he also fell into his own illusion, but he quickly got rid of it.

　　 He has seen more wind and waves than Muyu, and knows how to deal with this situation, so it is easy to get rid of his illusion, he has long seen the black and white world here. It's just that Mu Yu couldn't get out of his illusion, so he entered Mu Yu's illusion and helped Mu Yu get rid of the hopeful illusions.

　　Everyone has different ways of getting rid of the illusion. He can think of some sad things and get rid of them. However, Mu Yu's life experience is still shallow, he is still young, has not experienced a real life and death, so he can't imagine those sad scenes, so only by killing talents can let him really experience it.

　　 Muyu looked at the dead wood for a long time, and then smiled: "Old man, I'm almost crying as you said."

　　 "Go! Your **** will still cry for me? Then the sun will hit the west side!" Withered Wood scolded angrily.

　　 "Okay, I won't shed tears if you call your life in the future." Muyu mixed a grimace and then asked, wondering, "Master, I'm curious what illusion you see?"

　　 "Do you want to know?"

　　 "Well. Is there me in your illusion?"

　　 "Yes, there's still a lot of drama." Withered Wood said simply.

　　 "Really? Am I acting as a hero in your fantasy?"

　　 "No, it's a bear." Withered wood remembered his illusion, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　　 Muyu rolled his eyes: "No conscience."

The two of them refocused their eyes on this black and white world. The black and white world seemed to be separated by a wall. The white air flow and the black air flow in their respective fields, but when they reached the limit, everyone turned back in tacit understanding. , Without any conflict, everything looks so organized.

　　 This black and white world is endless and daunting.

"We have found the balance between the dead energy and the angry. How should we disperse them now?" Mu Yu took a step forward and walked into the dead air, and suddenly a cold breath filled him. He quickly pulled his feet back. , I thought it would be comfortable to stay on the white side.

　　Withered wood scolded again: "You little bastard! Without stepping into the dead air, how do you know where their balance is?"

　　 Muyu whispered: "When you step into the dead air, you will remember all kinds of desperate feelings. Life is like falling into a trough. Just now I was terrified."

"You need half of your body to be angry, generally your body is dead, so that your heart will be filled with two diametrically opposite emotions, you have to learn to control this emotion, when you are sad and unhappy, You should understand how to separate anger and death." Withered Tree said.

　　 Without sadness and happiness, can't that kind of state be achieved by a monk?

Having said that, Mu Yu was still helplessly stepping into the dead air. His right half was like an ice cellar, and the cold, desperate breath covered his right half. He saw the **** killing scene again, and the fear spread. It seemed to swallow him.

　　However, the other half of his heart was full of cheerful emotions, everything was full of vitality, hoping to occupy his left half, let him see the positive side.

　　 Muyu is trying to adjust his body. He is very bad now. He is full of hope for a while, despair for a while, he is going to heaven with joy for a while, and he wants to commit suicide for a while.

　　 "Meditation! Didn't your **** master teach you how to fall into dust? Isn't that thing used for meditation?" Kumu said.

　　 Muyu was so reminded by the dead wood that he immediately awakened, and he quickly ran the ups and downs of the heart, gradually calming down his inner fluctuations. The law of falling dust is the most important thing to keep your mind undisturbed, not to be disturbed by the outside world, and to control your heart with your own will.

　　 Spiritual force slowly circulated throughout his body, flowing through every meridian of the body, gradually smoothing his impetuous heart. Endless killing still makes his heart very cold, but hope warms up his other emotions, so that he will not be completely occupied by any emotion.

　　 This is a very weird feeling. When a person is half desperate and half hopeful, he is happy for a while and he is afraid of crying. At this time, it seems that it is more appropriate to describe it as crying and laughing. The expression on Mu Yu's face was also very rich, but he couldn't see it.

　　Gradually, all the impetuousness and joy were gradually forgotten by Muyu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His heart was like a calm water surface, without any slight ripples, and fell into a state of ecstasy. His consciousness lingers in the black-and-white world, constantly shuttled on both sides, but without any influence.

　　 He was looking for the balance of black and white. Slowly, his expression no longer changed, the surrounding black and white became quiet, no longer restless and galloping, as if being summoned by any call, and receding to both sides like the tide...

　　Withered wood suddenly felt something, the black-and-white world here began to change, and he saw an opportunity to leap between the black-and-white intersecting points.

　　 Outside, Xie Bulao and Feng Haochen felt a melodious breath coming, and they immediately withdrew the dead wood from the room. Xie Bu Lao's hands constantly struck out a red magical pattern, blending into the surrounding of the room, isolating the atmosphere of the room.

　　 The black grass and white leaves in Muyu's hands began to open and close, gently moving, and a violent breath began to fluctuate. The balance between black and white is broken. If it is not stabilized in time, the lifelessness and anger will escape separately, occupying this room separately, and then spread to the entire southern fifty-mile garden. Over time, even the entire triple mainland!

　　 Muyu opened his eyes, his left eye flashed with white light, and his right eye was filled with black awns, a terrifying momentum spread from him.

　　 Anger and death gas continuously emerged from his eyes, filling the whole room, and everything in the room was instantly transformed into the purest anger and death air!