Yu Sha

Latest website: The unspeakable painful feeling gradually submerged Song Qingxi's soul bit by bit over a long period of time.

Perhaps for the first time in his life, Song Qingxi began to hate the synesthesia possessed by the true soul.

But all of this is not something that Song Qingxi can cut off by himself. He has reversely practiced the Netherworld Talisman Formation and possesses Baihualou's supreme wedding dress secret method.

The scene of cold winter and the sword energy storm in the pouring cold rain reflected in Song Qingxi's eyes through the long hole were not just objective images.

Her thoughts and thoughts were poured into subjective perspectives that did not belong to her. They were the sword energy storm recorded in another person's eyes. Song Qingxi could actually feel what he felt. The pain when death is approaching, the pain when the sword energy storm attacks, and the endless despair in the relatively short-lived process of sword energy storms passing by.

There are also all the thoughts that emerge and rise in the process of welcoming all this from beginning to end, and in the process of a person's life being destroyed from the beginning to the end.

All of this made Song Qingxi feel the same way.

And even this process is still being repeated.

There were not only one or two Daozi from the Sword Sect who died in that sword energy storm, so in the process of constant repetition, Song Qingxi "stopped" in every corner of the vast grassland, and saw the scene from different perspectives. The birth of the same sword energy storm witnessed countless times when "oneself" and his fellow disciples around him were killed in the storm and their souls were imprisoned.

Countless empathy, countless different but equally painful and despairing experiences.

What's more, along with this process, Song Qingxi discovered to his horror that Chu Weiyang was not using a secret method to reflect these and draw his mind into some indescribable and fascinating illusion.

It was a Tao and a law that the Jian Zong's Jindan monks could not understand. It seemed to involve the supreme secret of the Tao of Yin, Netherworld, Ghost and Evil. In short, when Song Qingxi was in pain and wanted to forget all this, she suddenly I found that the painful emotions I had experienced had completely become a part of my mental memory.

It was as if someone had used ingenious means to completely fuse the mental memories of these sword sect disciples when they were on the verge of death with this part of Song Qingxi's soul.

Zeng Wenhong, Zhen Yutong, Sui Ming, Cui Xian...

To a certain extent, part of these people's memories and experiences became Song Qingxi's own at this moment.

It's not her, but it's still her.

And I don’t know whether Chu Weiyang did it intentionally or unintentionally, whether he was really not good at practicing or just wanted to be like this. As more and more mental memories are "stitched" into Song Qingxi's true soul, Song Qingxi's own thoughts and feelings Thoughts themselves are smelted into it.

This step would not harm the origin of Song Qingxi's soul.

But when such a close entanglement is completely integrated, it also means that as long as Song Qingxi's thoughts and consciousness still exist, as long as his thoughts and ideas are still pulsating, what will be pulled along is that Memories spliced ​​and melted into it.

From that moment on, pain followed her.

The Sword Sect's Demon Suppression Cave has collapsed, but at this moment, Chu Weiyang personally used this method to build a desperate "Demon Suppression Cave" for Song Qingxi that only belonged to her true soul.

And along with this change, along with the uncontrollable glow and emergence of mental memories, and then, when the mental memories continue to reflect Song Qingxi's true soul, the pain that is truly at the pinnacle begins to pile up. .

The pain itself cannot be more intense.

But with this superposition, the pain began to spread deeper into Song Qingxi's soul, and the strong emotions themselves began to be reflected across the air.

Not only that, when more and more fearful memories began to be spliced ​​and melted, when Song Qingxi's thoughts and ideas jumped every time, he was accompanied by multiple orders of magnitude of pain and despair.

Inevitably, Song Qingxi began to have a real trance.

I am confused as to which part of it is what I am truly experiencing, and which part is an illusion that does not belong to me.

Song Qingxi couldn't tell these things apart at first. It was clear that it was Zeng Wenhong, Zhen Yutong, Sui Ming, and Cui Xian who were almost like ghosts in this ghost of pain and despair. Or maybe Song Qingxi.

This messy feeling left Song Qingxi at a loss as to what to do.

If she were the true soul of a complete golden elixir monk, no matter how "ignorant" the swordsman, Chu Weiyang would use all his strength to activate the Xuanzhen Baojian, and it would be difficult to smelt and splice these messy memories together. His true spirit and thoughts.

But what happened to be in front of Chu Weiyang at this moment was part of his true spirit, with traces of artificial isolation. The instinct of life made the true spirit itself naturally eager to be completed.

As a result, more and more things that did not belong to Song Qingxi gradually became part of "Song Qingxi" in the process.

And similarly, in this process, more and more things that originally belonged to Song Qingxi were peeled away bit by bit, becoming the most painful and desperate layer upon layer in Song Qingxi's thoughts and feelings. The gentle layer made it no longer her own.

It was the combined efforts of Chu Weiyang and Chun Yu Zhi to separate the power of Dao Fruit from the control of her thoughts and thoughts.

The stripping itself is painful.

It is also painful to break it into strands of itself.

The power of the Tao Fruit that was split into strands still maintains its connection with the true spirit and Taoism. In this state, it is smelted into the Mountains and Rivers Sword World and cannot be erased. pain of.

One way, two ways, three ways...

And it is this kind of pain that originates from his own mind that makes Song Qingxi more and more confused. Is this endless painful torture because of those soul memories that do not belong to him, or is it because of himself?

Along with this process of confusion, it was in this trance that Chu Weiyang's reverse training of the Netherworld Talisman Formation and the Secret Art of Wedding Clothes itself were used more efficiently.

All those unfamiliar mental memories, in this intertwined and messy feeling, are completely integrated with Song Qingxi herself, and are no longer separated from each other.

Pain followed her closely.

The pain became one with her.

She is this "Devil-Suppressing Cave", and the "Demon-Suppressing Cave" is her!

Therefore, along with this process, it seemed like transformation and sublimation. Under circumstances that Song Qingxi could not control, her "incomplete" true soul was filled and became more and more complete.

But You're not complete yet.

The true spirit of a monk stationed in this field should be intertwined and resonate with Tao and Dharma.

So, still as if following the instinct of some kind of creature, the phoenix fireworks enveloped her true soul, merged with the last ray of power of Dao Fruit, and was refined into the Mountain and River Sword World.

This is not about melting the sword spirit, it is about turning the true soul of "Song Qingxi" into a part of the power of Dao Fruit, smelting it together, and then becoming a part of the mountain and river sword world.

She is just a prisoner in this sword world.

The gray-black mist filled the mountain and river sword world. Under her feet were the rolling mountains, and above her head was the star map with thousands of swords hanging high.

The gray-black mist continued to swirl with the intertwining sword energy of birth and death. Gradually, in the mist, there was a divine form that was about to appear. But at first, it was the face of another person who appeared. Before it could solidify, it immediately shattered; another appeared, and then shattered; another appeared, and then shattered...

In just one breath, she seemed to change a thousand times. Finally, with the collapse of all the faces, the true divine form of Song Qingxi emerged in the shaky light.

She looked pale across the vast world, looking at Chu Weiyang standing in the sky outside the Mountain and River Sword Realm.

The four eyes faced each other, and there was no fresh face on the figure that was suffering from pain and numbness.

After a long silence, Song Qingxi's numb soul echoed in the Shanhe Sword World.

"kill me……"

But the next moment, without waiting for Chu Weiyang to respond, violent spiritual turmoil burst out from the mist. Then, one after another in the mist, hazy and blurry until only the outline of the Yin spirit appeared, At the moment when the pig is running like a wolf, it seems to be rushing out of the mist. After struggling to no avail, it rushes towards Song Qingxi's divine form like a wild beast.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingxi's figure swayed, and the severe pain seemed to submerge her mind again.

At the same time, with the violent shaking of the mist, all the mountains and rivers that were originally smelting the power of the golden elixir were shaken.

Because when this sword pill was smelted in the past, the sword intentions of all the sword sect disciples in the mountain and river sword world were swallowed up and suppressed into it.

Nowadays, despite the general changes in the world, the constant parts of Tao and Dharma can still be intertwined and resonate with each other.

It is precisely because of this interweaving and resonance that in an instant, if one method responds, all methods will respond. Between the stars and mountains, there are thousands of swords, swords, qi, and swords intertwining.

And every intersection of sword light, sword energy, and sword intention all passed through the mist.

Therefore, the mist itself is like a "whetstone", and as a great monk in the golden elixir realm, the true spiritual heritage is still there. Whenever such sword intent passes through the mist, it seems to have experienced It's like grinding and refining, making the sword's intention more transparent and harmonious.

For a time, the refining of the power of Dao Fruit progressed even further.

It's just that the pain of thousands of swords piercing through the soul is probably not that good.

While in the air, Chu Weiyang just watched the changes in the sword pill with indifference. At a certain moment, pleasure seemed to flash from his eyes.

"You see, when you talk about death, the memories of death come flooding back to you."

"Just watch it carefully!"

When the words fell, Chu Weiyang raised his hand.

In the palm of the Taoist's hand, in the jade firework, the wisp of Taoist power that he intercepted, lingering in the pure meaning of the "Four Symbols Sword Diagram", was rising and falling, and it was already connected with Chu Weiyang's body. The true form of swordsmanship is intertwined and resonates.

Use the power of blood revenge to lay the foundation for yourself.

There is nothing faster than this in the world!

The next moment, Chu Weiyang raised his hand, pinched the power of Dao Fruit, and pressed it towards the zenith.

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