But the good times didn't last long.

An immortal cultivator appeared and slaughtered his entire family.

Took him away.

It's just because he is a rare immortal cultivator in a hundred years.

Blood flowed all over the ground, like a nightmare, shattering his beautiful life.

Immortal cultivators are like poisonous snakes, in order to squeeze his limits.

Let him try all the most cruel cultivation methods one by one.

The people who wallow in hell every day.

Not as painful as he was.

There are wounds all over the body, and even if you succeed in practicing the Tribulation first, the scars will not heal.

The scars can only be covered up by illusions.

He knew that his knot would not be untied.

These wounds of shame will always follow him.

Countless hideous grimaces emerged from the flames.

"Ahahaha Liheng Xiao'er, do you think that if you kill me, you will be able to get rid from now on?"

Chestnut Heng ......

It was the human name he discarded.

In that big family, the little master who is pampered.

Completely died in the dark night when the blood flowed like a river.

Fresh corpse taste.

He can remember it now.

Mu Ruochuan raised his eyes indifferently, and a violent flush began to appear in his deep dark eyes.

He pursed his lips.

The pain was like the sharpest knife cutting through his skull little by little.

Then I sew it back little by little with an iron needle.

Chop again.

Over and over again, endlessly, there is no way to get rid of it.

The pain is unbearable.

Inner demons, broken souls, and their own immense power.

Completely let him out of control.

He gritted his teeth, his lips turned pale, and he looked indifferently at the demonic fantasies in the flames.

In the midst of the fire.

The monstrous monk, the one who killed his whole family.

The so-called master who tortured him for half his life.

A rotting head emerges from a hideous and terrifying one, and there are countless strange and hideous eyes hanging on it.

"I'm looking at you, you still want to fly, you dream."

"How many people have you killed, how many bad things have you done, you have killed your own master, you are ruthless, your hands are full of blood, don't try to wash yourself away."

"You're a complete sinner."

Mu Ruochuan's face was pale, and he looked coldly at the illusion in the fireworks.

It's all hallucinations.

He told himself.

But the intense headache made him more and more unable to resist this illusion.

The power in his body is getting out of control.

The faster things around them crumble.

And the more his head hurts.

The boy finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to cover his head, the sharp pain making him tremble.

The anger in his eyes turned into a substantial red.

The white mist was gradually burned by the flames.

The jade pendant of the superb ice immortal weapon on his waist.

Begin to break in.

Little by little it turns into powder.

flames, too, began to lick around.

The fantasy in the flames becomes the ultimate purgatory.

Mu Ruochuan's calm face finally distorted slightly, and he reached out to withdraw his strength and suppress the demons in his heart.

But suddenly I found that my fingers had become smaller.

He realized that he had become what he was when he was a child.

Soft, like a rich little boy.

Kind, ignorant, stupid.

The hideous revelation in the flames turned into a kind and kind young monk.

The monk took out a rock sugar gourd and coaxed him, "Where is your home, will the uncle take you back?" ”

He held out his finger and foolishly accepted the demon's gift.

Then bring the demon back.

Blood, blood splattered all over the ground and fell on his body.

The monk turned into a huge and terrifying shadow like a mountain.

Look down at him coldly.

"You will always be my slave, I will take you as a disciple, you should be grateful."