In the dark night, the silent lightning turned into a lightning, and the guest house was illuminated in an instant, Sima Quan woke up suddenly, he gasped for a few breaths, but found that he had fallen asleep at some point.

He rubbed his brow, he couldn't remember what had happened last night.

Suddenly, a very strong thirst came up, he sat up from the couch, there was an oil lamp lit on the wooden table, the light was very weak, the lamp oil was not much, and there was a notched tea cup next to it, he almost didn't think about it, so he reached out to take it, but at this time, his fingers seemed to touch something, and a piece of yellow paper fell gently.

He was stunned, bent down to pick it up, looked at the light, and saw a few lines of handwriting written on it with cinnabar, and a few strokes were like blood stains, which looked very dazzling.

"Take a note for a day, don't drink water. ”

"Transcript of the second day, don't leave the inn. ”

"Don't take off your mask for three days. ”

What does this mean? Don't drink water? Don't leave the inn?

What masks?

He touched his cheek, and there was only rough skin between the tentacles, and there was nothing to wear there.

Just shook the yellow paper, he was puzzled again, this handwriting was clearly written by himself, judging from the records, he should have been here for three days, but his memory is still stuck in the moment of arrival last night.

He was suddenly a little unsure, was this really written by himself?

As soon as his thoughts turned to this, he suddenly frowned, who is he? What are you doing here?

I can't seem to remember it anymore.

He thought about it desperately for a long time, only to feel that something was there, but he couldn't grasp it, he felt very depressed, and unconsciously reached out to pick up the kettle and shook it, and he could feel that there was only a shallow mouthful of water in it.

He licked his chapped lips, hesitated at the thought of what was written on the paper, and finally put it down, but felt very stuffy in the house, so he left the bed, got up and opened the window.

Another silent thunderbolt swept through, illuminating the window in a bright light, he glanced at it casually, but his eyes were condensed, and on the trunk of a tree in the distance, there was a floating figure, which seemed to be a person, and it could be seen that the long hair was scattered and covered his face.

However, when he tried to see more clearly, everything outside fell into darkness again.

He became nervous for no reason, and couldn't help but take a few breaths, but he didn't even notice that this reaction was becoming more and more like a flesh-and-blood person, and it was no longer the original Heavenly Demon.

Lowered the window, plugged in the wooden tips tightly, and sat back on the bed, but at this moment, his body was slightly stiff.

He felt that there was another person on the bed, lying behind him now.

He turned his body slowly, but at the moment of turning around, the oil lamp struggled and danced several times, and finally came to an end, and suddenly went out, and the inn suddenly became pitch black and his fingers were missing.

He didn't make a sound, but slowly reached out his hand and tried to fumble it, it was empty, nothing.

As if his choked throat was loosened at once, he let out a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed it twice on the wooden table, and soon touched the teacup, and no longer ignored the reminder on the yellow paper, took it and drank the little water left in it, until there was not even a drop of water, and then he withheld it aside.

A deep feeling of exhaustion came up, and I couldn't wait to fall asleep.

The little spirit that remained in his mind told him that he must not fall into a deep sleep, or he would definitely lose something, and maybe even sink forever.

He judged that the root of all this should come from this body, and if he could break free from it, he would be able to free himself from the shackles......

However, no sooner had he had than the thought arose, but a great fear came over him, telling him that if he ended his body like this, he himself would die because of it, and that it might even be implicated somewhere else.

As for what it was, I only vaguely felt that it had something to do with me, but I couldn't recall it.

The fear he had overcome did not pay attention to the fatigue and thirst in his body, but sat down cross-legged, following the glimmer of light, and sat there motionless.

Under such sleeplessness, not waking up, not eating or drinking, his body gradually withered, but a little spiritual light never went out, and the loss of his physical body made his mind gradually lively.

I don't know how long it has been, but a voice whispers in his ears: "No worldly love, no soul, no flesh and blood, no netherworld." ”

Before the two realms closed, Sima Quan didn't respond for a long time, and was about to send a clone again, but at this time, he seemed to notice something, but he stood up and walked in.

The next moment, he found himself standing in a realm surrounded by darkness on all sides, not far in front of him, there was a yellow-robed Taoist sitting there with his back to him, and at the same time, a deep and ethereal voice came, "What you have just experienced is the existence of your human nature, and only by disappearing can you become the real demon of Xuanyin, why don't you want to?"

Sima Quan can understand the meaning of this statement, but although he is the body of the Xuanyin Heavenly Demon, he is a cultivator of the Immortal Spring Sect classics, not a natural demon, and is still a monk in essence, so he can't really exert the power of the Xuanyin Heavenly Demon, of course, he also has his own advantages, but if he abolishes human nature, then he can undoubtedly exert a stronger supernatural power than before.

It's just that he thought about it for a while, but he said resolutely: "Abandon people's hearts, it is not what I want, I was born as a human being, and I should be a human being." ”

The so-called person here is not talking about the body of the world, but the cognition of the self, as long as he agrees with the identity of being born as a human being, then no matter how the Dharma body changes, he is not a demon. Because the changes in supernatural powers are often exhaustive, the Dao Dharma divine consciousness derived from different thoughts is also different.

The yellow-robed Taoist with his back to him did not speak again, stood up, and walked into the depths of the darkness, his steps did not look fast, but he flew away, and soon disappeared into the silence, never to be seen again.

Sima Quan stood up, the surrounding scenery was shattered, still standing in front of the inn, reaching up, groping on his face, but he took off the mask, and in an instant, the feeling of weakness quickly left him, and some of the consciousness that had faded away also appeared clearly.

He was no longer flesh and blood, and his body was full of majestic mana that destroyed the world and destroyed the world.

The mask still had a strange smile, and until now, he couldn't figure out if he had put it on as soon as he entered it, or if he had put it on later.

He silently observed and found that he had inexplicably comprehended a supernatural power, perhaps he shouldn't have said so, and when he said that this should have been the means he had, it was just because the Dao Law was not completely unleashed, and now he has experienced this twist and turn, as if it was led out by someone.

This magical power can not only reshape flesh and blood for himself and even countless demons, but also match his mind and desire when facing the enemy, so that the opponent can become flesh and blood, and make him think that he is a mortal, just like the illusory scene he experienced just now, so that he no longer knows how to perform monstrous deeds, and can only fall into the red dust and constantly be consumed consciousness and spirit until he is defeated.

At this moment, he already understood that the Daoist was not trying to persuade himself to completely transform into a demon, but just to give himself a chance to choose, either abandon the demon as a demon, or refine the demon as a man, and he made the latter choice.

With a big sleeve, he walked forward, and entered the inn again, but the scene inside was very different, and what appeared in front of him was a rolling river of Styx, where it came from, and it was difficult to see the end.

After he glanced at it, he didn't hesitate, stepped in, and with a bang, his whole body was swept into the turbid and deep river, and then went all the way to the unknown place with the rushing current.

In the Qinghuan Palace, Zhang Yan glanced at the gate of the two realms, and at that moment, he felt an obscure power, which was left by the ancestor of Lingyou, and the specific situation inside could be asked after Sima Quan came back.

After thinking about it, he collected his mind and continued to stare at the movement in the silence, and after a long time, a sense rose in his heart, looking somewhere.

Unless you reach the level of great virtue in your deeds, you will have the help of Dharma weapons, and to a large extent, you will only rely on your own luck.

And this time, it was the people of Rendu Dao who were the first to discover and found a fragment of creation, although it was an extremely small one, but Ji Zhuang could see the distraction of that existence, so he did not hesitate at all, and immediately clenched his fist, and then fell with a punch!

The Rendu Daoist had already sensed the essence of creation at this moment, but he didn't immediately take it, because he didn't want to give it to the Jizhuang Daoist in his heart, but wanted to swallow it himself, and he believed that if the rest of the people saw it, they would do the same as him.

But if you do it too eagerly, it is likely to be noticed by Ji Zhuang, so he has been cautious, and tried to make his qi machine restricted, so that the situation here does not leak out, but at this moment, a fierce mana rushed up, and then all the inductions were washed away, as if the calm lake waves were rushed in by a flood, and they were stirred up in chaos in an instant.

The people of Rendu Dao suddenly lost their sense of the fragment, but under the collision of the two forces, he also realized that it was Zhang Yan's doing, he knew that the latter was powerful, and he had no intention of resisting, so he immediately chose to retreat.

Ji Zhuang Daoren could also see what was happening here, and couldn't help frowning deeply, he didn't know that the Rendu Daoist had intended to take this fragment, but seeing that Zhang Yan could intercept the fragment sensed by his own people one step in advance, it was difficult for him to confirm whether this was because of the weakness of the Rendu Daoist or for everyone, if it was the latter, then it would be impossible for the matter in front of him to continue.

Just when he felt that the matter was tricky, he felt something and looked out, but the thin-faced Taoist appeared there again, and his heart couldn't help but move, and he said slowly: "Daoist friends are here again, but have you changed your attention?"

The man said in a deep voice, "What are you looking for?"

Ji Zhuang Daoren felt the urgency behind his person, and he was a little sure in his heart, and said: "This thing can't be said for the time being, but the respected driver can really help me, as long as I enter my realm, I will be able to protect the respected and thorough." ”

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