The spirit talisman that Feng Xiu's master handed over to Dao Wuji was left by him when he met with the god of death, this guy still didn't tell the truth to Dao Wuji after all, he made a deal with the god of death back then, although it was not a transaction in the conventional sense, but the master of Feng Xiu did arouse the interest of the god of death. Master Fengxiu is not just able to say that the dead are alive, of course he can come up with a bargaining chip that satisfies the god of death - the god of death at that time is still the real god of death, not any clone, illusion, residual divine thoughts.

Three people, three different scenes.

Everyone has things they don't want to be mentioned, things they don't want to be touched.

For Luo Yu, he has no regrets about himself in his life, no fear of the unknown, only loss, and for him, what he doesn't want to recall is only two memories.

He doesn't need to be remembered for Tiandu's prestige, but he doesn't want his brother who gave his life for it to become a conspirator in his mouth. He was even more reluctant to reminisce about the past when he thought he had lost the Crossing Clouds. Because I have lost, I cherish it even more.

After the darkness, what appeared at the feet of Luo Yu was the magnificent peak of the heavenly capital.

There are no left and right, no henchmen, only himself. There was a bitter cold wind overhead, a bleak and lonely place on the heights, and a hellish blood-red face composed of worship and fear admired by thousands of people under his feet. The mountains of corpses and the sea of blood are composed of the dead who intend to overthrow the rule of the Heavenly Capital.

No one has ever asked them if they are willing to become the Lord of the Heavenly Capital, and no one has asked them if they want to be in such a position. Because he is a strong man, he stood at the top, and because he couldn't bear to refuse, he became a so-called protector. Only whether it is willing or not, no one has ever considered it.

If there is no crossing the clouds, he doesn't know how lonely his career is, it is a weirdo with his own sunshine, he doesn't know what sorrow is, and he doesn't care about any gaze.

The scene in front of me is neither an illusion nor a reality, but like another life that appears in front of me from the perspective of a first person.

It's an indistinguishable experience, and once you're immersed in it, it's impossible to tell whether it's reality or a fantasy. Maybe...... If you don't have a cloud from the beginning, it will be like this.

Bearing the admiration of all the people, appreciating the fear of everyone's heart, and a deeper betrayal, there is no sense of time and space here, but there is a realistic place to empathize with the touch, the picture in front of me flashes quickly, but in Luo Yu's feelings, it is so long that it is like living a life that is not very similar again. An emotion called despair expanded infinitely in his heart. It seems that there is some strange power that captures the untouchable emotions in his heart, and from beginning to end, the voice of Du Liuyun will sound in his mind, intentionally or unintentionally, making him hover between reason and loss of control in the experience of virtual reality and not distinguishing between truth and falsehood.

The picture keeps turning, if someone is watching at this time, they will find that from the beginning, Luo Yu has maintained a posture of keeping his eyes closed and his body standing upright, only the cold sweat rolling down his forehead can see that he has fallen into a deep illusion.

The roar of battle and killing filled his surroundings.

Luo Yu felt the strength in his body flowing with the blood, and little by little. He could no longer tell how many wounds he had received on his body, the most serious being a knife wound in the back, the blood had soaked through the golden armor, staining it the desolate color of the setting sun.

It was as if his internal organs had been burned, from the poisonous sword wound in his abdomen, and the blow to his forehead almost cut off half of his head—if it weren't for the speed with which he dodged.

It's just that there is a deep visible bone wound on the forehead on the left eye, and the blood is flowing, and it has been blindfolded, making Luo Yu look at everything around him now, as if it has turned blood red!

The body has almost lost its balance, and only by slamming the Jidu knife to the ground can he barely support himself from falling.

He barely opened one eye, but he could only see one after another of energy attacking, he used his arms that were almost numb to raise the long knife to barely block, he couldn't see the enemy in front of him, he didn't know who he was fighting against, until a crisp cracking sound, with a dazzling light, the Jidu knife in his hand that had been broken and broken finally could not withstand the strength of the other party, and it broke inch by inch, and the person also fell heavily on the cold ground because of his injuries......

At the moment when he fell, a chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears, it was a call from the depths of his soul, as if something was shattering in his ears, it was the crisp sound of broken glass, and it was also ...... Bring back the nature of his mind.

Along with the sound, the fleeting image is a clear and scorching sun, chasing the clouds that are raining in the sky. It was the deepest color he had ever seen in the heavens in those years.

Luo Yu, who had fallen on it, laughed. The corners of his mouth raised a rare arc, this smile only appeared when he was alone with Wataryuyun, she was the one who reminded him of how to smile, and it was also the one that allowed him to get rid of the illusion...... The most important people.

Thinking of the hint from Feng Xiu's master that Dao Wuji mentioned, where would Luo Yu not be able to find the consciousness of being manipulated.

The power to play with people's hearts, the Grim Reaper...... The power? It's funny.

"Falling Heaven: Star Slashing Technique!"

The complete Jidu knife appeared in his hand, and the tall body standing in the dark space slashed the earth-destroying blow fiercely, bringing up the melodious music of the space rupture, and breaking through the demons in his heart.

Then what appeared in front of him was a cold and lonely temple, above the hall, a person sat on the throne, covered with a black robe, covered with a hat, and the face could not be seen clearly, only the coldness of the body brought tremors into the depths of the heart.

Death...... Befall.

At the moment when Luo Yu cut through the space, almost in no particular order, Dao Wuji and Huang Quan also appeared in this space at the same time. Although the faces of those two people looked as usual, the cold sweat on their foreheads that had not retreated was a clear indication that they had also successfully broken away from the barrier set by the god of death. This guy who is sitting on a high platform, no matter how you look at it, makes people feel full of displeasure, and it really makes people want to fight......

"Huh?"

A cold glint flashed in Luo Yu's eyes, and the Ji Du knife was across his chest, and the Grim Reaper on the throne gave people an extremely bad feeling, but it also made it impossible to tell whether this was his own body or just an afterimage. If this is just an afterimage, it would be too ...... Amazing.