Even in the midst of secrets.

The late autumn season is still the same.

The formation of the secret realm is still unknown, it is a special area that seems to be hidden in the inner side of the real world, and the world overlaps like a space ring, more similar to the heart of living beings, although small, it is actually extremely vast.

At this time, this is the most affirmative statement. The secret realm that appeared between heaven and earth was the heart of a certain creature in the past, whether it was recorded by the Heavenly Dao at a certain moment, or the inheritance deliberately left behind by the master of the secret realm.

It's irrelevant.

The important thing is that it is indeed recorded by heaven and earth, and it will be opened in time, at some point in the future, for future generations to find opportunities.

The fairy road is long, and the flowers bloom all the way, and there are several spring and autumn.

There are living creatures or mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful. There are also creatures who sigh alone and die helplessly.

Life is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

The hesitation and sorrow of this moment is the proof that living beings are still alive.

In the late autumn rains, the humid air is as fresh and clear as the outside world, which is refreshing. The restless aura that was carried in it directly destroyed this clarity and peace.

Fallen leaves appear muddy on muddy ground.

It is also normal for flowers to wither.

In a lonely corner where no one is around, there is a two-leaf oil-paper umbrella looking at it.

Echoing in the cold rain was the man's colder voice.

"Desperate Minions ......"

"Owl. ”

Night closed his eyes.

The rain was wet and cool.

The late autumn season always seems so bleak.

Wei Wei's slightly delicate body trembled suddenly, and her face turned pale, as if she remembered the painful past at the beginning, and the nightmare of the present world imprisoned her again, as if she were there.

Huang Yekui's godless eyes could only stare at it, and nothing else could be done, but in the depths of those dead eyes, there was a little strange meaning that could not be explained.

Night Shadow opened his eyes, and his gaze was far-reaching, as if he had reached the end of a distant world through the night flower.

It's particularly hollow.

"Desperate Minions ......"

It was a strange existence that moved the whole world, I don't know its past and experience, I don't know where it is, I don't know what it is pursuing, like an abyss wrapped in mist.

Its existence itself is destruction, the meaning of its existence is killing and destruction, and the value of its existence is negation, the denial of all living beings.

Like a mindless slaughtering machine.

Since the flood of history, the existence of the desperate minions itself has existed since ancient times, and its origin and legend can be traced back to the distant age of mythology......

Huang Yehua stared, it was a slight trembling beauty under the oil-paper umbrella, and her pale face was like a defeated flower around her.

"Owl ......"

The night smiled helplessly, and the desolation and sadness could not be concealed.

The low, dark sky was silent and boundless, and there seemed to be a desirable pure land at the far end, which was incomparably dazzling and pure and flawless, and it was dazzling.

Suddenly, in this independent world, where there was only rain left, the blazing flames scorched half of the sky, dispelling the gloom and autumn rain, and the dazzling flames burned.

What pulls the vision of the three people back to reality is such a brilliant scene.

It was a glow like a remnant glow and a sunset, reminiscent of a summer sunset, a dreamy fiery cloud, a very different quality from silence.

The night was obviously not much interested in the sudden scene, and the man who was immersed in his own imagination alone was completely forgetful.

With the same distraught look, the picturesque woman beside her obviously has never been any better than the man, and she is also wandering alone in the cold memories that have never faded.

The yellow night flower is as calm as at the beginning, even in the current drizzle, even if the bleak rain at the end of autumn is indeed too sad.

The blazing flames scorched half of the sky, the sour late autumn rain evaporated a little, and even the dark sky was covered by the flames, and the bright red like the setting sun was particularly intense, surging like a fiery snake.

Night came back to his senses slightly, and turned his head to stare at the distant sky, the blazing eyes were so scorching that his heart felt a slight discomfort.

"In secret places, things like the status quo often happen that are deeply sad. ”

It was the cold words of the phoenix nightflower.

It looks very sad in the rain.

"Senior Brother Huang is really good!"

It is clearly a trivial matter that has nothing to do with oneself, but it can still worry about others, such a mind is really a bodhisattva's heart. ”

Although Wei Wei's face was pale, she said with a smile.

Huang Yehua turned a deaf ear to such words.

Huang Nightflower just stared at the night.

The words are somewhat inexplicable.

"In the wind and rain of the years, Senior Brother Night can be said to be the existence closest to me......"

"Therefore. ”

"Don't die here. ”

"Senior Brother Ye, let's go out. ”

The night came back from the sorrow, and in addition to the exhaustion, there was surprise and incomprehension.

"Senior Brother Huang...... Why?"

Weiwei said directly.

"Senior Brother Huang is really as arrogant as the rumors, and he can say such a thing so calmly!"

"After waiting to get out of this tattered secret realm, if Senior Brother Huang can leave his name on the ranking stone of the disciple's trial......

Nightshade hurriedly stopped Wei Wei's slightly unkind words.

The man just smiled and asked.

"Senior Brother Huang, is it possible that this place is extremely dangerous, and Senior Brother will be killed?"

Huang Nightflower let out a long sigh.

"Nowadays, the evil cultivators are not as scattered as they used to be, there are no rules and systems to speak of, although they are strong, but in the final analysis, they are also invincible with two fists and four hands. ”

"It is inevitable that the demonic cultivators' forces are getting weaker and weaker. ”

"But now ......"

"It's only been two years. ”

"It's already comparable to the threat posed by demon cultivators. ”

Hearing this, the night was deeply frowned.

"Senior Brother Huang...... What do you mean by that?"

"After the 'Demon Death' period four years ago, Demon Cultivation has been difficult to move an inch, and it can be said that there is no place for it anymore, right?"

"How can it grow stronger and stronger?"

Huang Yekui was silent.

Weiwei on the side sighed.

"After the "Demon Death" period four years ago, the Demon Cultivators were indeed greatly damaged, and even the only Demon Cultivators who only survived in the world could be said to be very few, and they were almost extinct. ”

"But, how did the demon cultivator appear. ”

"Does Xiao Yan know?"

The night was incomprehensible.

"Isn't the demon cultivator immersed in the pleasure of depravity, basing his happiness on the suffering of others for his own selfish desires, like an ignorant person like a livestock?"

At this time, Wei Wei said.

"Demon cultivation evil way, its essence is also split by the Great Dao, one of the thousands of immortal paths, and it is also one of the immortal laws recognized and tolerated by the Heavenly Dao. ”

"Demon cultivation is a creature that is devoured by its own desires and completely does what it wants, so there is no logic in the style of doing things, it only relies on a good mood or a bad mood. It is a person who cannot overcome his own desires, a sad creature who has fallen into his own selfish desires. ”

Nightshade nodded slightly.

"Demon Cultivator ......"

Vivi spoke again.

"So, little girl. ”

"There are as many things as you want for demon cultivation. ”

"Because, at this moment, the creatures who are still suffering from pain, who are still holding the last trace of faith in their hearts, are still the creatures who are living in dire straits!"

Vivi asked.

"Why?"

Nightshade replied.

"For what?"

"The ...... of those who have suffered depend on and uphold"

"Love. ”

"Family, Friendship, Love......"

"It's all for the thing called hope in the bottom of my heart. ”

Nightshade replied.

And at this moment, Weiwei is a little bitter.

The same is true of the nightshade.

Huang Yehua muttered as he stared at the rolling rain.

"That's why. ”

"Just cut off that ray of light. ”

"So. ”

"Demon cultivation is as much as you want. ”

Nightshade's eyes widened suddenly.

Wei Wei's cold words were also helpless.

"In the end, it is the self-proclaimed righteous monk who forces the good monk to fall into the demonic path, and it is the monk who claims to be righteous to exterminate all the monks who have fallen into the demonic path. ”

"Maybe it's out of kindness. ”

"Maybe it comes from kindness to the world. ”

Huang Yehua held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in the rain.

"Demon cultivation is a product peculiar to this sad world. ”

"Communication creates disagreement, and comparison hurts. ”

"In the final analysis, genius and mediocrity, wealth and poverty, no matter how you judge, are meaningless. ”

"It's all sad. ”

Nightshade stared into the distant sky and muttered.

"Is this a pointless act?"

Vivi shook her delicate head.

"The so-called demon cultivator has been stripped of its survival value, and it is no different from the walking dead. ”

"It's not an exaggeration to say that the demon cultivators are a rabble, and it's not an exaggeration to say that the clowns are just a bunch of mediocre and poor creatures. ”

"But now ......"

Huang Yekui said at this time.

"Senior Brother Night, you've found it. ”

“...... Eternal Heart of the Night?"

It wasn't until this moment that the night was serious, and his eyes were sharp, looking directly at the phoenix.

At this moment, there is no trace of childishness and shyness.

Huang Nightflower's godless eyes seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past.

"Brother Night, the Eternal Heart of the Night is of no use to me, and it has no meaning or fetters. ”

"That's something that belongs only to Senior Brother Night. ”

With that, the nightflower walked straight forward.

It was the characteristic sound of walking on the muddy ground.

The last of the nightshade's voice still reverberates.

"Just ......"

"This heaviness may be too heavy for you......"

Vivi snorted.

"Pretend!"

Although the night is incomprehensible.

But it suppressed the curiosity in his heart.

Asked the beautiful woman about the words she had just said.

"Demon Cultivator ......"