Eighty-one days, this is the approximate time that Lin Ziyue knows should pass.

But it doesn't feel good for her, the reason why she knows this number is because every time she opens her eyes, Andos will read the number of days once, and Lin Ziyue doesn't know where he knows the time, and listens and believes, so she doesn't pursue the details, and quickly closes her eyes and enters the next "day".

There is no such thing as physiological needs in the Inner Prison, and when there is no fighting, there is no fading of bodily functions and no hunger, and the prisoners in it only have a desire for food, but no need for survival, and they themselves are no longer in the category of normal creatures. The blood stains on Lin Ziyue's body were sucked clean by the black mist, the black mist was like an underfed child, lying on Lin Ziyue's body, unabashedly his greed, but he seemed to know that Lin Ziyue was experiencing something very important, and it was not easy to disturb her, so he could only walk around Lin Ziyue in a circle.

Ninety-nine eighty-one days, although Andos said that it was one day, but every time she fell asleep, Lin Ziyue experienced a lifetime, she felt as if she had been kidnapped by someone, as if she was tied to a chair by a bastard who had lost her conscience and couldn't move, and all five senses were tied to the protagonist, and she experienced the life of eighty-one people.

There are gangsters who do all kinds of evil, thieves who occupy mountains and rob the sea, talented people who are suave and suave, arrogant and lascivious gentlemen, women in the deep palace compound, soldiers who fight in bloody battles, swordsmen who are free-roaming, thieves who come out by day and night, and doctors who are skillful and benevolent...... The only thing these people have in common is that they always have a sharp weapon covered in blood, which may be a sword, a broadsword or a spear, or a dagger or a needle. The old mother was unbearable to be slandered and oppressed by the servants and hung the beam, and finally the talented son entered Beijing with a tearful book of eulogy, which happened to be the prince who went out in private to swim together on the lakeside, and the blood book made with the pen was inherited, so that dozens of heads in the village fell to the ground.

With grievances in his heart, Fang Cun held the sword in his hand. Out of the sheath with blood level, to the sheath of the world clear.

The sword is not limited to the form, but the moment is in the heart.

The tragedy of the eighty-first century and the blood light of the eighty-first world almost made Lin Ziyue completely sink into it, but every time she saw the bright red blood, her consciousness was completely awakened, and she stepped on her bottom line, not afraid of others, not afraid of herself, after knowing the suffering carried in those blood lights, Lin Ziyue felt more and more the burden behind the responsibility of Andos. The world is clear...... What a terrible goal that must be? There are so many sentient beings in the Six Realms, if you see a bad person kill one another, just killing a bad person in your lifetime is an endless thing, and in the next life? In the next life? How can you decide what is right and wrong, what do you do when you do evil? Who will judge you?

Looking at the story of the eighty-first life, Lin Ziyue seemed to understand a deeper meaning, before judging others, first correct his state of mind, this is what this demon transformation ritual does.

Using other people's stories to warn her and at the same time prevent her from indulging too deeply, touching the five senses but also to deepen Lin Ziyue's impression of these sadness and pain, this is a real tempering of the state of mind, even if you look at what the protagonist does wrong, feel unbearable and even feel disgusting, but you have to bear it hard.

This is the physical and mental exhaustion, the self is not oneself, witnessing the suffering, joys and sorrows of others.

When Lin Ziyue passed the eighty-one days of the eighty-one life, he opened his eyes again and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lin Ziyue only understood at this time that her heart like a rock does not mean that she is not shocked by everything, but that she is polished for both right and wrong, tempering her heart, and after flying from the dust to the sky, so that a person can unswervingly go on, move towards his goal, and become a person who can truly control his own state of mind.

Lin Ziyue's eyes are unprecedentedly firm, no matter who it is, after experiencing these and suddenly returning to his body, it is extremely rare not to go crazy. The first moment Lin Ziyue opened her eyes, the black mist around her condensed jubilantly, this time the little girl had a face, very delicate, but it was a little similar to Lin Ziyue when she was young, but it was much more beautiful and sweet than her, which made Lin Ziyue feel a little depressed when she saw it.

The girl opened her mouth and laughed when she looked at Lin Ziyue, her sweet little face was like a soft peach: "Thank you for your kindness! Although you are no longer exactly the master of the prison, I will always be open to you!"

Then without waiting for Lin Ziyue to say another word, the girl turned into black mist and melted directly into the prison ground, as if she was very worried that Lin Ziyue was deliberately avoiding her by making a request, and just wanted to leave quickly after saying thank you. This made Lin Ziyue cry and laugh very much, is she so scary?

Andos walked up to Lin Ziyue and looked down at her, Lin Ziyue quickly stood up and bowed to Andos.

Andos nodded: "Very good, the eighty-first life did not make you lose yourself, nor did it make you lose your nature, but made you more determined to be determined." The rest of the task is my life and your business, okay, draw your sword. ”

Lin Ziyue was stunned for a moment, and then tentatively summoned the usual cane, this time it appeared, the cane completely changed, the skeleton that originally had a tendency to turn gray is now only the size of a fist, at this time it is integrated with a round of bright and flawless moon rings, and at the same time, the fist-sized moon ring crosses out of the skeleton's mouth, looking as if it is held by the skeleton's head, and the vines that hold it under the skull are tangled together to form a grip, extending the entire cane to a height of nearly two inches, and under the dark green vines is a pale green receptacle that has a clear texture as true, which is exactly the same as the texture of the silk thread that Lin Ziyue has seen in the spiritual world before, The body of the staff has not changed much, but the pitch black is less agile than before.

Holding the handle formed by the vines in her right hand, Lin Ziyue held the black staff body below with her left hand, exerted force with both hands at the same time, and lifted the wrist of her right hand, and in the crisp sound of unsheathing, a blood-red slender thin sword came out of the cane, and the body of the staff used for the scabbard flowed backwards to the skeleton on the hilt. The body of the sword does not have the killing intent of Andos's own sword, but the ethereal aura of neutrality and peace, without any sense of edge, but people can feel the strange power contained in it at a glance.

Andos was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and stopped after a long time in Lin Ziyue's puzzled gaze.

"Do you know why my generation is so relieved that he is presumptuous?"

Lin Ziyue shook her head and didn't interject, for this brave man who seemed to be very old, this was just when she listened, Lin Ziyue's respect and gratitude for him made her not want to interject casually, although Yan Crow's mantra always said "my generation", but it was not as respectful to her as this Andos.

"Because killing intent is easy to find, sword intent is difficult to shape, but you are born with excellent sword intent. We have nineteen days left, are you ready?"

Lin Ziyue nodded, clenched the sword in her hand, and hung the tip of the sword on the ground.

With a move of Andos's hand, the rusty sword that was broken into several pieces floated up, and it was restored into a long sword that fell into his hand, he took three steps back, raised the top of the long sword's fingers, and the surging blood and qi floated from him, condensing into a strand on the long sword, the cold light of the sword piercing people's hearts lit up again, Lin Ziyue's hand tightened on his sword hilt again, but his mood relaxed.

"Come on, junior, before the hundred-day covenant, if you can't defeat our junior, it will be your death!"

Botis's tail nudged Xuanyuanyan's hand, and Xuanyuan Yan came back to his senses from meditation. Since obtaining the power of cause and effect instilled in him by Lin Ziyue, in the days that Lin Ziyue was taught by Andos, Xuanyuan Yan has been digesting the effects of those causal powers, and wants to turn these extra causal powers into his own cultivation, not a simple power conversion, there are many things in those causal powers that can help Xuanyuan Yan to comprehend and comprehend his own power and the title ability inherited from the Seven Deadly Sins, so he has also been desperately digesting those causal powers in the past hundred days.

Seeing Lin Ziyue's desperate appearance, Xuanyuan Yan felt that he had no reason to waste his time by emptying his head in vain, and he would be idle and panic if he didn't find something to do, but when he was busy, he wished he could rest more.

However, Lin Ziyue didn't have the mind to rest, it was better to say, except when she was exhausted and could only fall to the ground, she launched a crazy attack on Andos all the time, and then added a few more wounds on her body under Andos's sword, although the black mist would come out anytime and anywhere to repair Lin Ziyue's torn skin and clothes, but Lin Ziyue's embarrassed Xuanyuan Yan and Bo Tisi didn't know how many times they had seen it.

Lin Ziyue never gave up, never even flinched, she was really determined to defeat Andos.

"Xuanyuanyan, that little girl seems to have become anxious. ”

"Well, the hundred-day deadline should be almost up, she is very anxious, she can't die here, she can't be willing. ”

Botisi spat out the bright red letter, and turned her head to look at Xuanyuan Yan, who was lighting a cigarette: "Are you sure it's about the same?"

Xuanyuan Yan quickly reacted: "You mean ......"

Botisi's eyes became a little gloomy: "You may not have noticed it because you have been meditating, but every once in a while, almost the time interval when the crow's mouth counted the number of days before, he will glance back this way, but Lin Ziyue may have been too focused and forgot this, I counted the times, in fact, the eighteenth time has passed a long time ago, and the time he looked back just now was already the twenty-third." ”

Xuanyuan Yan's expression suddenly became serious: "I said, Lin Ziyue has never rested, it stands to reason that there will be losses in battle, but why does she seem to have endless physical strength? Except that every time she is exhausted, she can immediately pounce on it, which seems unreasonable......"

Botisi shook her head: "I thought you knew the answer to this question, I suspect it's the black fog, that black fog may not only be simply repairing the damage she has suffered, but also desperately replenishing her strength." Therefore, the crow's mouth has complied with this process, and is secretly uniting with the black mist, wanting to completely shape a body similar to the prison environment......"

"What is he doing this for?"

Botisi froze, but seeing that he obviously knew the answer with his expression, he even sighed with an inexplicable sigh.

The corner of Xuanyuan Yan's eyes noticed that Bo Tisi was about to speak and stopped, and his heart sank a little, is Andos planning to completely let Lin Ziyue inherit his power?Can Lin Ziyue still inherit the title of an ancient demon...... The messy sources of power in her body are complex enough, and adding another one really won't crush her?

One person and one snake were silent, watching the increasingly fierce battle in front of them.

Lin Ziyue's thin sword has no edge, breaking through the air and making no sound, her figure is becoming more and more ethereal and soft, but the explosive power shown between her feet and waist is not the same as usual, it is simply slippery like a fish, always with the same touch as the thin sword, but always knows how to greet the hilt of Andos.

The hilt of the sword had already been stabbed twice for Lin Ziyue, and now it was also covered by a red streamer, and in Andos's hand, three thousand world-like sword flowers were danced, blocking Lin Ziyue's foothold, as long as she couldn't avoid it, it would inevitably be a sharp pain from a sword wound to the bone.

But Lin Ziyue's figure was still fast, her toes stepped on the ground quickly, and the figure instantly catapulted to the other side, and the sword light was bright again, just against Andos's long sword, the light and agile thin sword pressed on the top of the long sword, like the cold snow pressing the pine branches, sinking little by little, as if the pine branches would be crushed at any time. There have been many similar scenes like this, which initially ended with Lin Ziyue being split and leaving a long bloody mouth, and then gradually became a stalemate, but it was always broken under the dragon with a long sword and a low sword, and Lin Ziyue never took advantage.

Until now, the thicker and wider long sword hung down, wanting to temporarily avoid the indomitable courage on the thin sword, as soft as a bow, and then slid dangerously towards Lin Ziyue's lower abdomen. Lin Ziyue used a thin sword to use a long sword, and actually jumped up directly with her strength, she had been holding back a force under her feet just now, and at this time, she jumped to the left with her strength, but the long sword was pointed down, and then Lin Ziyue reluctantly raised her sword to point at the center of Andos's eyebrows, and a few inches forward could take his life.

Lin Ziyue's feet landed firmly on the side, and the thin sword in her hand stabbed again, the long sword shattered under her thin sword, and she poured all her strength into the thin sword at that point just now. The power of the same origin collided with each other, and the hilt of the long sword was also shattered in Andos's hand, and the bright red light on the long sword completely dissipated and returned to Andos's body.

Andosmo rubbed the sword hilt fragment in his hand, and only raised his head for a long time, looked at Lin Ziyue and said, "It's me who lost, you are already qualified." ”

Lin Ziyue's face couldn't hide her joy, and she bowed deeply again, she was so excited that she wanted to cry now, this kind of cultivation she had never experienced in her previous life: "Thank you! Thank you very much!"

Andos helped her up: "No, you still have one last step to complete. Only after that step will you be able to inherit the true power of the name of Andos, and straighten your back, my junior, you should be as proud of you as I am. ”

"What else do I need to do?"

The expression on Andos's face was gentle, appreciative, and reluctant, he stretched out his hands to hold Lin Ziyue's right hand, which was still holding the sword, Lin Ziyue's face suddenly turned white, and he took two steps back.

"You are really a smart junior, my generation is very happy, since you understand, then come. ”

Lin Ziyue shook her head desperately, this time her reddened eyes really couldn't lock her tears, she bit her lip tightly, and didn't cry out loud.

"This is the mission of our generation, and it is the great luck of our generation to have such a kind junior. Don't waste all my hard work, Lin Ziyue. You have experienced the physical and mental grind of ninety-nine to one, and you can keep your heart to be like a rock, and now you have defeated my generation and tempered your background like a peer. Come on, it's time for the Hundred Days of Demon Ritual to end. My generation is a demon, but until the moment before passing on the title, any junior is a sword bearer for all sentient beings, and he will never be guilty of killing. ”

Andos stretched out his wings and gently patted his heart: "Now, it is your turn, my junior, to eradicate this discordant thing of my generation. ”

Lin Ziyue still shook her head and took another step back, tears surging even more.

Andos nodded with satisfaction again: "Although the great good is beautiful, it will only harm more people." I have killed countless sentient beings, this is my sin, and it is time to pay it back. ”

Lin Ziyue's eyes became a little darker, and she came back to her senses that she had been gently held in her arms by this elder.

"Thank you, let my generation find you, the black wolf brought you to my generation, it is fate, and you accepted the inheritance of our generation, it is a point. ”

Lin Ziyue's body trembled violently, the thin sword had penetrated Andos's chest, and the blood beads hanging on it were extremely bright, as if they were red meteors falling in the darkness, constantly flowing, and were greedily sucked into it by the thin sword.

She couldn't keep up with Andos's speed at all, this was not just a matter of her mental shock, but Andos's previous competition had always left a residual strength that Lin Ziyue had never seen.

"Lin Ziyue, tell me, what is the sword in your hand pointing at?"

Lin Ziyue howled and cried, and shouted the oath with all her might: "The sword in my hand - only slash, cut discordant things......! Out of the sheath - with blood level - return to the sheath - the world - clear!"

Andos's body suddenly turned into red light, as strong as a flame, and in the midst of the light, the thin sword was gradually wrapped, and red blood beads spread from the tip of the sword, climbing along the sword body in the direction of the hilt.

Lin Ziyue cried loudly, but Andos's body didn't even have a little ash left, and disappeared between her arms.

The red scabbard gently wrapped the thin sword that had just become sharp and piercing, like an elder sorting out the baggage for the junior who was about to travel far away, gently wrapping everything in the steady shell.

The red light gradually softened, and black spread from the bottom of the scabbard to the top, and the cane in Lin Ziyue's hand returned to its original state.

Her tears could only fall on the scabbard.