In the dream, Ye Lin only felt a warmth in his heart.

It was his mother, and his mother gave him hope, and his mother would always comfort him, always teach him patiently, and let him build a kind of self-confidence in his heart.

The moment his mother died, Ye Lin knew that he wanted to rely on the swaddling clothes, but found that he had already become an adult, and his mother had also disappeared in the years.

His heart was getting tired and powerless, he couldn't help it, and the pain was spreading more and more in his heart.

Time turns.

When he woke up again, he found that he had already entered the Ye Mansion.

By chance, he met the blue bird, which was the jade pendant that Ling Wei had given him, which repaired his dantian so that he could cultivate.

For this woman, Ye Lin has always had a strange feeling in his heart, and he doesn't know whether he likes it, worships, or is grateful......

The dusty memories, like the images screened, appeared in his mind one by one, and these lingering made him unable to stop them.

A large number of memories kept pouring into Ye Lin's mind.

Until the moment he grew old and died, his figure gradually dissipated, dissipated between heaven and earth, and even his consciousness disappeared.

I don't know how much time has passed, he has always been shuttling in the dark, there have been frustration, wandering, helplessness, and anger......

The most terrible thing in the darkness is the loneliness inside.

The spread of this loneliness is powerless.

In the dark, he didn't know how long he had spent, and because of the large number of messy memories flooding into his mind, he couldn't even tell who he was, and it was a long time, and finally, he went crazy!

When he woke up, he found that his surroundings were gradually clear, who am I?

He looked around a little puzzled, at a loss.

A ray of sunlight shone down on his face.

He hurriedly covered his eyes, and a trace of inexplicable panic welled up in his heart.

It was sunshine, he hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, the sunlight was a little dazzling, and he couldn't open his eyes for the time being.

It took a long time for him to open his eyes.

He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him with some doubts, and he couldn't help but say, "Who am I!"

He breathed greedily in the air, which seemed to be completely different from the darkness.

He scratched at his head, hammering his head and remembering who he was, but disappointingly, he couldn't remember who he was.

Perhaps, the memories were too much, too confused, and complicated, and no matter what he thought, he found that he couldn't remember who he was.

"Madman, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a teenager stopped the scruffy-faced man.

The madman subconsciously glanced at the boy.

Who am I, he asked as he looked at the boy.

The young man glanced at the disheveled madman suspiciously, and said, "Who are you, how do I know, you are crazy, you should not be a madman!"

Madman, am I called a madman? The madman's eyes couldn't help but light up.

It's really crazy, the young man glanced at the dirty madman, and couldn't help but speak.

Where is this, the madman continued.

This is the Immortal Realm Heavenly Xuanzong.

Tianxuanzong, the madman muttered several times in his mouth.

Yes, Tianxuan Sect is the largest sect in the immortal world, and there is a trace of yearning on the young man's face.

There is no one who does not aspire to enter the Tianxuan Sect, and if you enter the Tianxuan Sect, you can learn the rumored spells and immortal arts!

I see that you are also pitiful, go to my house to eat something, the young man smiled slightly, and said: "My name is Lin Qingzi, don't forget me!"

Lin ...... Kiyoko, Kiyoko Hayashi!!"

The madman memorized the name with great care, because in his mind, the memory had become deranged, and to put it bluntly, there was a great problem with his spirit.

After eating a meal, the madman always grabbed the corner of Lin Qingzi's clothes and stayed around for a moment.

The boy had no choice but to keep this madman by his side.

After that, this madman followed Lin Qingzi, and wherever Lin Qingzi went, he followed.

Crazy, if I have a bite to eat, I will give you a bite to eat, if I have a mouthful of water, I will share a mouthful of you, one day, Lin Qingzi swore to this madman.

But the madman didn't understand what he was saying at all, just clapped his hands and laughed.

In this way, Lin Qingzi, under an opportunity, worshiped the Tianxuan Sect, and of course he also brought the madman into the sect.

No matter how many years have passed, the madman is still a madman, he will not do anything.

Even at the beginning, he was bullied by the disciples in the sect.

His hands were bruised and purple, and his face was a little broken, and when others asked him to hit the wall, he hit the wall, and when others asked him to kneel, he knelt down.

After Lin Qingzi saw this scene, his face was iron-blue.

His fists clenched tightly.

After a moment, he couldn't help but bow his head.

He couldn't stop these people from behaving towards the madman, helpless, but there was no way, this sense of powerlessness made Lin Qingzi want to protect the madman even more.

After all, this madman has been following him for five whole years, and even if he is a dog, he has extremely strong feelings, let alone a living person.

However, his cultivation is not high, and he can't defeat these people in front of him at all.

It took five full years for Lin Qingzi to become a monk of the Yuan Shen Period from a martial artist.

During this period, the madmen were still bullied, and they were still the same people.

Ten years later, he was already a powerhouse in the Xuan Void Realm.

The moment he became an immortal, he killed all the people who had hurt the madman before.

This incident also alarmed the entire Tianxuan Sect.

The immortals of Tianxuanzong declared Lin Qingzi a traitor to Tianxuanzong on the charge of killing his master and brother.

Lin Qingzi didn't pay too much attention to these, after all, ten years ago, he had already seen clearly that Tianxuanzong, the number one in the immortal world, was just a place where the weak were bullied.

For him, there is no memory of this kind of place at all.

The reason why he killed these people was not just that these people bullied crazy people, but that they secretly did a lot of shady things.

This kind of thought, when Lin Qingzi occasionally saw a fellow soldier killing women and children, he had a killing thought in his heart.

It's just that these are well covered up by him, and they are never revealed in front of people.

He is very smart and knows how to forbear, perhaps, people who are too smart will also be too persistent.

During this period, Tianxuan Sect sent monks to hunt down and kill Lin Qingzi for ten years.

After many battles, he was finally wounded, and at the last moment, the madman pushed him away and dealt him a fatal blow.

A large amount of blood gushed out of the madman's mouth.

He looked at Lin Qingzi and held his hand tightly.

Then his breathing became weaker.

The madman died, the madman with whom he had twenty-five years of affection died.

At this moment, Lin Qingzi went crazy, an extremely strong force erupted in his body, he had lost his mind, and killed all the monks who were chasing him.

After doing all this, he gave the monks a cold look, and then buried the madman.

The Langluo Heavenly Sword in his hand belonging to the Heavenly Xuanzong was also inserted into the ground by him.

From that moment on, Lin Qingzi had already drawn a clear line with Tianxuanzong.

Ten years later, he became the number one sword demon in the immortal demon world.

Ironically, Lin Qingzi is the first person in the immortal and demon world.

This first person does not refer to his cultivation, but his combination of magic skills and immortal law.

He is both a demon cultivator and an immortal cultivator.

Another forty years have passed, and the Sword Demon Lin Qingzi is already unknown to everyone in the immortal world.

At this time, Lin Qingzi was only a hundred years old.

After cultivating for only a hundred years, he became the number one sword demon, which shows Lin Qingzi's intelligence and intelligence.

Again, his methods are extremely ruthless.

He focused on killing immortals, especially the disciples of Tianxuanzong, who were slaughtered a lot by him.

Perhaps these are all due to the obsession in his heart, and he gradually lost his nature.

After another forty years, Lin Qingzi cultivated the way of the sword to the realm of heaven and man.

There was no sword in his hand anymore, and he himself seemed to be a real magic sword.

A magic sword that needs blood at all times.

His eyes were full of anger, and in his eyes, there was no tenderness, only killing.

The demonic qi in his body has been monstrous, and all the time, he needs to use killing to calm the demonic qi in his body.

Finally, the real fairy and demon war broke out.

This killing lasted for a full hundred years, and after a hundred years, Yagami collapsed.

Lin Qingzi's body was so soft that he was in front of the madman's grave, his face was already full of vicissitudes, and after a hundred years of killing, his heart was already numb, and he couldn't even laugh.

A real devil doesn't need to smile, only killing people can make him hideous.

The breeze blew, and the sword demon's face carried a trace of tiredness, in the past hundred years, there were not many immortals who died in his hands.

He has been recognized as one of the most dangerous figures in the two worlds of immortals and demons.

No one had ever seen the Sword Demon in real form, because the people who saw him were already dead.

No one knows his name, only that there is a genius in the Demon Realm, and this is the Sword Demon.

As for the name Lin Qingzi, I don't know when he has forgotten it.

Perhaps, it was the moment when he was hunted down by Tianxuanzong, or maybe it was the moment when the madman died......

However, these are not so important in the long years.

Another hundred years have passed, and the Sword Demon has been waiting at the tomb of the madman for a full hundred years.

He didn't understand why he was guarding here.

On this day, he seemed to be awake, and there was no killing in his body, no longer in that demonic side.

Old friend, I really envy you, you can die early, maybe now you have found a good person to reincarnate.

The sword demon looked at the stone tablet, as if he was looking at the old man, I was just too obsessed, he seemed to be talking to himself.

A murderous person like me is afraid that he will go to hell, no...... I'm afraid hell doesn't want to accept a person like me, the world can't tolerate it, the sword demon's lips moved slightly, and he said as if he was self-deprecating.

His memories gradually returned to his childhood, to the past.

It seems that at this moment, his name is Lin Qingzi again, and he is the strong and unyielding young man.

He had a smile on his face, at least, he was content before.

It took me hundreds of years to become a sword demon, but I was also at fault for hundreds of years in the killing, but now it seems that it is not as clear as I am now, and the sword demon's expression twitched slightly.

No matter how painful his heart is, he is struggling!

The breeze was blowing, and he seemed to see the madman, and saw his old friend beckoning to him.

Madman, I'm tired, the sword demon said lightly.

As if the madman was beckoning to him in the void, a smile appeared on the sword demon's face.

Then, his whole body was surrounded by a sea of fire, and his entire body was like a magic sword, and under the burning of the flames, his soul gradually disappeared.

But the magic sword emitted a swarthy light, it was an unpretentious sword.

At this time, the tomb is still the same tomb, the immortal and demon realm under the collapse of the eight gods, but it is no longer the glorious immortal and demon realm.

People have also changed, and the sword is still the same sword, but under that simple sword, no one knows the past of this sword.

The breeze blew, and on the wordless monument, the grass on the grave was fluttering in the wind, and the sword was straight into the side of the grave.

After all, everything will still return to dust, soil will return to dust, everything will return to nature, and everything will be natural.

There is nothing in the world, where is the dust!