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The pain and the warmth from his body continued to flow to her, and the Yuehua Sword flew from the side, making a buzzing sound, as if complaining that she had locked it close to the Qiankun Bag.

Lingyu was a little stunned. The wind and moon here were boundless, and she thought it would be a happy thing to just be scattered in his arms.

"Don't think blindly, you'll be fine." Fanyin swung his sword and cut off the fierce flames that followed him. His eyes were fixed on the person not far away. He struggled and hesitated for a moment, but it was only a moment.

Heading towards Yun Yiming who was standing high in the clouds.

Yuehua Sword followed behind them, faster than the wind.

But in the blink of an eye, he was next to Yun Yiming.

Yun Yiming looked at the Sanskrit sounds that suddenly appeared, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a derivative of the woman's fantasy or a Sanskrit sound that actually existed in reality.

So when the sword light pierced his chest, he realized that this guy was real.

It is not a derivative of the illusion, unlike the previous fakes.

"No. 2..." Before he could finish his words, Fanyin's sword was already pressed against his throat, and the light in his eyes was colder than the moon in the Nine Heavens.

He didn't have time to say the next words.

The flames on the ground gently caught his body.

One of the creators of the illusion died, and another was seriously injured by him. The illusion here was already collapsing.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to find a crack to get in.

Fanyin swung his sword, and was about to strike at Yun Yiming again, when he saw the flames below suddenly surged, swallowing his figure without a trace. Everything around him also disappeared rapidly, changing from the original wild forest to a

It became a forest garden tile house.

They also returned to the thatched house where they originally lived.

The fantasy is over.

But Yun Yiming escaped.

The face of the person in her arms became paler and paler, and the bright red blood at the corner of her mouth seemed to be the only color on her face. At this time, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes were like the last butterflies in her life, frozen in the most beautiful moment.

Her life is disappearing little by little.

Looking at the pale and fragile person in his arms who looked like a puppet, Fanyin gave up the pursuit.

Lingyu fell into nothingness. She wanted to know that since she came to this world, she seemed to have been struggling on the edge of life and death. She tried her best to survive, but God repeatedly took her to the end.

Push to the death.

"Isn't life meant to be born toward death?" A soft female voice suddenly sounded in the empty space, answering the doubts in Lingyu's heart.

"Yes, I also know that people are born to die, constantly seeking survival, practicing and seeking truth, perhaps just for a better life."

It is the same even in modern times.

From the beginning, no matter what kind of world people are born in, they will face various dangers. If they can handle these dangers well, it will be life. If they cannot handle them well, it will be death.

Therefore, life is a constant line between life and death. When everyone faces difficulties, they all think about dying. But in the end, the will to survive overcomes the difficulties at that time, but deprives people of part of their will. After that, people become more and more

The less he resembles his original self.

Because people have discovered that survival means constantly adapting to the times, changing and adjusting themselves in accordance with the trend.

Survival of the fittest.

Everyone knows this truth.

Is it really you who is saved in the end?

"You are trapped by 'I'." The voice answered her doubts again.

However, when Lingyu looked around, he saw nothingness. There was nothing around him. If there was no concept of black and white, even color would not exist here.

"'I'? Just because you can speak, doesn't that mean you also have the concept of 'I'?"

There was no reply from that voice for a long time. Just when Lingyu thought he had the answer, he suddenly spoke.

"So, what you can hear and feel now is what you want to know."

Lingyu seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

What he meant was that he was trapped by himself, and she couldn't hear the unexpected things she said about herself? She paused for a long time just now, maybe there was no pause at all, it was just that she was trapped and couldn't hear it.

Just?

Or maybe I have been wrong since I questioned Him, and He does not exist, just because I am confused in my heart, and it is transformed from another 'I' in my heart, just to remind me at this moment?

Lingyu felt like she had a splitting headache. She wanted to think of something, but she couldn't think of it.

"It's time for you to go."

Before she could figure it out, she felt her consciousness being pulled by something, forcibly taking her out of here.

In Jinshan, Fanyin stood in front of the thatched house behind him with his sword on his back, looking coldly at the monks who had been chasing him for three days.

"Fanyin, you have repeatedly colluded with demon cultivators to steal my Shushan secret book and kill my Shushan elders. Are you still stubborn and unwilling to hand over the witch inside?" Lin Wenyu's voice hovered in the mountain, upright and repelling the demons and monsters.

Fanyin stood guard in front of the door, his face paler than paper, but he still held his sword and refused to step aside, confronting the group of monks in front of him.

"Fanyin, I advise you not to be stubborn. If you are willing to hand over that witch today, we can put in a few nice words for you in front of the master and spare you from the heavenly punishment." Mo Dongfeng stood in front of Lin Wenyu, even though he said this

But the sword has been unsheathed.

"What if I just refuse to hand over?" Fanyin raised his sword and put it upside down in front of his forehead, but he was thinking about how to lead them to another place. He didn't want to accidentally damage the house behind him.

Mo Dongfeng stopped smiling, Lin Wenyu waved his hand, and the group of people began to perform their duties and go to their respective places.

"Fanyin, if you want to ruin your own future for such a murderous demon, then don't blame me for not remembering our former friendship." After saying this, the sword in his hand was taken out and he rushed forward.

In the face of Sanskrit.

"Feelings from the same family?" They actually still had the concept of "feeling from the same family" in their minds, which made Fanyin feel a little funny.

The Wan Xing Sword left his hand and quickly blocked Mo Dongfeng's stabbing sword. Then, Fanyin's body quickly flew in front of Wan Xing. While Mo Dongfeng was still on the way, he already held the sword and pointed towards Mo Dongfeng.

The life gate was stabbed.

Mo Dongfeng looked at Fanyin who was stabbing him with a sword, and he could tell at a glance that he was fierce on the outside and soft on the inside. He broke his moves with one sword and knocked the person to the ground.

After chasing here from the outside and fighting for three days, Fanyin's spiritual power had long been exhausted. However, because there were so many people, they were engaged in a wheel battle, so everyone preserved their strength.

Therefore, Mo Dongfeng looked at Fanyin who was rejected from a high position: "Aren't you still going to hand it over?"

The Star-Winning Sword was inserted into the ground hard, and Fanyin then stood up unsteadily with the Star-Winning Sword. The night was too dark, and his long hair covered his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with perseverance that would never back down. Even though there was blood at the corner of his mouth, he was still smiling. His smile was inexplicably chilling.

Fanyin bit his middle finger and made a steady and heavy stroke on his eyebrows. The blood color made his face become more and more arrogant and evil under the moonlight.

"As long as I am here today, no one can touch her with a finger." Blood spread around him, and strong winds blew around him.

"Oops, he made a blood oath, get out of the way!" Lin Wenyu sensed something was wrong and hurriedly shouted.

But it was still a step too late. Before the disciple next to him could realize what was going on, the ground suddenly began to explode, blowing half of the people away.

Lin Wenyu and Mo Dongfeng looked at each other and understood that they had the same mind. At that moment, the two bodies merged into one like an arrow from a string, and attacked in the direction of the Sanskrit sound as fast as the wind.

Fanyin dodged away, and they pursued him, continuing to force Fanyin to retreat. Gradually, Fanyin's body unconsciously reached the place where the disciples were standing, and Lin Wenyu and Mo Dongfeng also stopped at the same time.

"If I start a fight with you, my Linghua Sword will be dirty." At this time, he had already entered the formation. Lin Wenyu also tore off the disguise and pulled Mo Dongfeng out of the range of the formation.

Looking at the dense crowd of white-clothed men holding swords around him, Fanyin knew that he had been fooled, but he could no longer do anything about it. The flickering lights in the thatched hut were like his swaying body standing in the crowd.

Fanyin clenched the Yuehua Sword in his hand and looked at the disciples around him, each holding a sword and facing him righteously, trapping him in the formation they formed and unable to move. However, the moonlight was not blocked and fell on him.

around.

They forgot that he also came from Shushan. In order to practice, he spent every day in the library, just to be more diligent, gain the favor of the master, enter the inner sect, and become a direct disciple.

But now it seems that the dream at that time was so ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Fanyin tightened her grip on the sword a little. The aura around her body surged, and her body was like an arrow leaving the string, attacking the weakest point in the southeast unstoppably.

Lin Wenyu and Mo Dongfeng saw that something was not going well and hurriedly called on the disciples to change their formations, but they were not as fast as Fanyin. They could only watch as the disciples guarding the formation were thrown away and a hole was punched out of the formation.

The people around him came one after another, and for a moment, swords fell like rain, and they all came towards Fanyin.

Two fists were unable to defeat four hands. Although he broke the formation, he still could not return to the house and take her away from here.

What's more, he was already injured.

Mo Dongfeng saw that his spiritual power was weak and he was eager to protect the house, so he looked for the thatched house to attack. Seeing him like this, Fanyin didn't care about himself and wanted to stop him, but the man had already turned around and struck out with a sword.

Kick him to the ground.

Mo Dongfeng's sword had fallen on his neck, bringing out fine blood streaks, but he still did not kill him, but handed him over to the disciples around him, while he and Lin Wenyu walked toward the thatched house with their swords.

go.

"No, no..." He wanted to stop him, but just speaking took all his strength. He had overdrawn half of his blood just now, but he still failed...

Dirty muddy water hit his face, and he was trampled to the ground. He could only watch helplessly as they entered the place he had fought to protect. Despair was like a tide, overwhelmingly burying him.

There was a moment of darkness that made him think he would never be able to open his eyes again.