In the face of this endless failure, in the face of this flawed layout, in the face of this enemy who has no last resort, Yeyang's original high fighting spirit was hit little by little, and the only remaining hope was exhausted.

So he began to fear and escape, and began to be timid, as if no matter how he laid out, the opponent could easily find the flaw, and with a random shot, he could give himself a fatal blow, crushed into slag, and had no power to fight back.

Even, Yeyang felt that his plan was full of flaws, the same scene, he changed the layout in various ways, and still died thousands of times, he felt heartily powerless, afraid of death and did not dare to strike again, and was afraid of the pain of soul wear out in his heart.

As a result, on the gray curtain, the dense fragments gradually presented a similar scene: in a small dark room, the night sun locked the door, and he curled up in the corner shivering, his hair was scattered, his eyes were blank, and his face was numb......

Blood Spirit City, two days have passed since that chaos, there are many fewer people in the city, people have left one after another in the past two days, and the former calm has been restored, the collapsed city walls and city gates have been repaired, and there are still more than a dozen corpses hanging on the newly repaired city walls, which are the scapegoats confessed by the city lord's mansion.

In the middle of the night, the twilight was deep, the city at night was silent and dark, there were few sparks in the barracks, the city lord's mansion was also silent, and in the courtyard where Yeyang was located, two figures sat on the roof, and their eyes fell on Yeyang who trembled violently through the uncovered tiles.

Shuzi pinched the magic trick by himself, his face was still indifferent, but one hand was on his knee, subconsciously beating, and he said: "Calculate the time, it should be this time, ten, nine, eight, seven......"

And when he counted down to five, Yeyang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly fell into a coma, completely lifeless, Shuzi pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "It's a little faster than I calculated." ”

"How is this kid?" Xue Wuji on the side was not in the mood to joke, and asked bluntly.

"It's hard to say, you can't know until he wakes up. The book replied freely.

"What if you can't wake up?"

"Then we can arrange the aftermath. ”

“......”

......

On the outskirts of the Night Silence Mountain Range, in the Eternal Night City, in the side hall of the Imperial City, Li Mingchang was looking through a thick stack of files, many of which were covered with bloody blood books, sent by some power races in the Scarlet Wilderness, complaining about how Yeyang bullied their children, beheaded the messengers who went to inquire, and so on.

In the end, a series of demands for compensation are listed, which are nothing more than the rules and regulations of land reparations, and they can't help but intimidate and threaten, saying that if they don't agree to their demands, they will declare their independence from the Earth Demon Kingdom, or unite to become independent, or even join the God and Demon Dynasty.

"This little guy can really toss, and as soon as he comes back, he will make so many things that the old man has a little headache. Li Mingchang shook his head, complained a few words with a smile, and said that it was trouble, but he also understood what Yeyang meant, and spread out the white scroll and wrote a big roll, and it was reported that the waiter had sent the letter to those troublesome races.

After Li Mingchang finished explaining, the waiter retreated, he opened the envelope sent by Yeyang again, and read it carefully, but at this time, he seemed to feel something, his eyes picked, and looked in one direction, there was a lot of surprise and solemnity between his eyebrows, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "What nonsense!"

......

In the foggy alien space, the fragments of the surrounding scenes have become the same, in the dark and narrow room, Yeyang can't see the hope of cracking, his heart is like a pool of stagnant water, afraid of death and failure and dare not make any changes, hiding in a poor corner and shivering, forgetting space and time, gray has become an eternal color.

In the outside world, it was dawn, Yeyang was lying on the bed, but his body gradually became cold, his blood circulation slowed down, his heart beat slower and slower, and the characteristics of being a "living person" gradually disappeared in silence.

Obviously, in their eyes, Yeyang's condition is extremely bad, and the possibility of waking up is very small. In fact, within a few hours, all his biological characteristics had dropped to freezing, his body was cold, his blood was clotted, and only his heart was still beating a little.

"Dead?" asked Blood Wuji, sighing.

"Now it's really time to prepare for the future. Shuzi shook his head and said so, and was about to turn around and leave, but his face suddenly changed, and he turned back and stared at Yeyang's slightly undulating chest: "It seems that something is wrong!"

Blood Wuji also reacted, his face showed a look of surprise, it was also a little unexpected, it stands to reason that the heart is the main center of blood in the whole body, but Yeyang now has no breathing, pulse, his limbs are stiff, and even the blood has coagulated, but the heart in the chest is still beating, even if the beating rhythm is very slow, it is enough to shock the world.

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ...... Bang Bang ...... "The faint sound of heartbeat was extremely clear in this empty room, and both Xuewuji and Shuzi were dumbfounded, racking their brains and unable to explain this abnormal phenomenon, hesitating again and again, they still planned to take a look first, in case this guy woke up and found himself lying in a coffin, they were really hard to explain.

At the same time, Yeyang, who was trapped in thousands of memory fragments, also heard the intermittent heartbeat, and in this eternal world of silence, this voice was even more deafening, and a trace of color appeared in his numb eyes: "This is ...... Is my heartbeat? is it my ...... Heartbeat?"

And with the arrival of the heartbeat, there is also a burst of ancient syllables, sounding in the minds of thousands of night suns, as if from ancient times, from the past, also from the underworld, from the future, esoteric and complicated, obscure, listen carefully for a while, only gradually understand clearly, this is a kind of ancient human language.

"If the road is sparse, my road is not lonely, the bright moon is bright, illuminating its way; the wisdom of the saint is the strategy, the wisdom is the martial arts, the strategy is strategic, and the victory is without a fight; the truth is false, the false is real, the truth of the world is difficult to distinguish; the holy is also the ordinary, everything is also the sacred, the undefeated and victorious, the old victory will be defeated......"

This string of voices sounded from the depths of the heart, engraved in the heart word by word, in the dark, there seemed to be a figure sitting on the bank of the river of years, separated by endless time and space, expounding the avenue of seeking sainthood against the Taotao River, so that Yeyang's consciousness quickly recovered, and he was intoxicated by this mysterious Taoist sound......

"The world laughs at me for not doing my job, ashamed of my playthings, and persuades me to work hard to cultivate and attain the Tao as soon as possible; but they don't know that I have the Dao, so why do I need to cultivate? The world doesn't understand my Dao, but laughs at me for being wicked and crazy, and I don't bother to care about such laypeople, so I might as well tell you about it......

An old man who was submerged by time sat in the long river, looking at the churning and flowing river around him, as if he had seen a close friend, a student who was studying diligently, and talked about the lonely road in his heart, but as he spoke, he stopped, cast his far-reaching gaze to the downstream of the river, as if through endless years, and smiled.

"What a thief of the posterity!, maybe, I finally met a fellow person, you and I have a fate, I will also point you out, even if it is a cause and effect, he will meet in time and space, and he can also be drunk! Hahahaha, my way is not lonely, my way is not lonely, my way is not lonely......"

"Bang bang, bang bang ......" In the room, the heart in Yeyang's chest is beating faster and faster, bursts of sound continue to sound, and the mysterious breath will wrap up, and the whole body, limbs, and blood will follow the rhythm of the heartbeat, and the whole person is bathed in holy light.

"Damn!" Blood Wuji's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, looking like he had seen a ghost, his mouth was wide enough to swallow a fist, and he muttered in disbelief: "What the hell is this kid? Lao Tzu has never seen this kind of thing in his life for more than 5,000 years, and he is still bathed in holy light? Is he a corpse or an immortal?"

"Tut-tut-tut......" Shuzi's eyes also lit up, and he praised again and again, wanting to figure out this sound, but it was like being isolated by a supreme force, while jumping to his feet in anger, he couldn't take his eyes off the source of all the chaos, the crystal clear Dao heart in Yeyang's chest, endured and endured, and only then could he resist the urge to dissect the prince of Yeyang on the spot.

It didn't take long for the ancient Dao sound to disappear, and the vision gradually faded, and the night sun sat on the bed, exuding a sage's aura on his body, the life characteristics were running smoothly, and the blood around his body also resumed orderly circulation, and the overall state returned to its peak, much more energetic than in its heyday.

The alien space where the consciousness is located is still gray, but the countless night suns in the memory fragments are no longer depressed, and they all come out of the closed corner, their mental state is unprecedented, and the old man preaches through the air, making him look new and completely get rid of the blow of failure.

"Since there are flaws, that is, the imperfection of the layout, the more flaws, the more improvements must be made, the road is walked out by people, the Tao is in my heart, and it can be used with it! If you want to be a saint, be an idiot first!" Countless Yeyang murmured in a low voice, and invariably condensed the blade of the vitality and stabbed it into the fatal heart.

"Ah......" Thousands of consciousness incarnations died at the same time, the pain caused was unimaginable, even the flesh of the outside world spit out a mouthful of essence blood, the blood column in the seven orifices soared, the breath that was finally recovered plummeted, and the soul was full of cracks, at that moment, he almost thought that he was really going to die, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

The dense fragments of memory collapsed and destroyed one after another, and cracks appeared in the foggy space, and at this time, a warm current spread from the heart to the eyebrow and heart, and the terrifying wounds suffered were quickly repaired, and one by one the points of light appeared on the curtain again, turning into memory scenes, and one by one Yeyang was also reborn, continuing the previous life.