Soul sound is one of the several magical skills of the Shura Sect to deter the world, of course, this is the saying of cultivation. The black and white narrative is that this is one of the most notorious evil deeds in the world.

According to legend, this technique can make loyal ministers betray their masters, filial sons rebel against their relatives, righteous men are violent, and fierce women are fornicated. Of course, this also belongs to the myth that has become more and more mysterious on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. The masters of the Shura Sect, if they really had this kind of ability, would have run to manipulate the kings of various countries and secretly control the power of the world, so why should they be suppressed by the righteous path for generations.

Even King Yaoguang, who specializes in cultivating the Heavenly Demon Sound, cannot control people's hearts with magic alone, but only uses various means to cause the emotions of the world, and then uses the Heavenly Demon Sound to guide them to achieve his own goals.

As a shadow guard, Di Jiu is better at the art of killing, and the Heavenly Demon Sound is just a concurrent cultivation. It is also thanks to his extremely high talent that he can have such attainments.

Using the Heavenly Demon Sound to control many masters on a large scale for a long time is an extremely dangerous and unwise approach, even if Yaoguang himself is there, he will try to avoid such actions.

Using the Heavenly Demon Voice to induce others is not only extremely exhausting, but also a very strong will competition, which is used for a long time on many people with high martial arts and strong will, suppressing their thoughts, guiding their thoughts, and controlling their emotions.

After a banquet, the amount of physical and mental pressure that Di Jiu was under was extremely amazing. If it weren't for his extremely resolute and forbearant personality. It is impossible to make it to the end. Even if Yaoguang is there in person and does his best, it is impossible to do better than him.

This time it was a grand banquet, but Yu Dijiu was an infinitely tragic battle without seeing the sword soldiers, although the victory was in hand, the price paid was equally painful.

The true qi is exhausted, the vitality is greatly damaged, and without four or five years of painstaking cultivation, it will not be able to make up for it at all. And in terms of willpower and mental power, the damage and consumption suffered are extremely huge.

He was no longer simply tired, but physically and mentally, so tired that he could no longer move or think, and there was no way to continue to perfectly put on the shield of strength and indifference that he had been for a long time.

So he made ridiculously big mistakes. So he fell asleep and could not wake up.

But in fact his will has always been sober. Even when it seems to be asleep, there is always a glimmer of spiritual consciousness that remains. After so many years of hard training, he has become accustomed to maintaining a trace of vigilance even if he is tired, even if he sleeps deeply and deeply, and he can jump up at any time.

However, now his spiritual consciousness was still there, but he could not wake up, he was too tired to break through the obstacles. I can't tear through the layers of cages.

He had never imagined that this time the earth assembly would tire him up like this. His physical strength was extremely empty, and the only true qi he had was scattered everywhere. Running around leads to chaos in the meridians.

His heart knew exactly what was going on, and he knew it clearly. If you can't gather your true power, the consequences of going crazy will be unimaginable, and you will never have a chance to wake up after sleeping in this exhaustion. However, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to mobilize the slightest qi in his body.

Twenty years of perseverance, twenty years of hard work, and twenty years of indifference and ruthlessness covered up by blood and tears. When the fatigue is extreme, everything dissipates. He saw a truth that was more terrifying than death.

In the deepest and coldest corners of his soul, there is still a weak self, when his strength is broken, when his strength is dying, he is powerless to fight, he is powerless to struggle, but he just hides in the deepest part of the darkness, no matter how reason screams, he refuses to cheer up, he is powerless to wake up.

All the nightmares are coming. Death, loneliness, betrayal, betrayal, countless cold eyes, countless cold faces, distant places, there seem to be legendary parents and relatives, but gradually drifting away, no matter how you call, do not look back, the sky seems to have been bright and brilliant, but the darkness is pressed down, and the light will never appear again.

He didn't remember what was terrible in the dream, but he remembered that the weak heart was crying, and the weak self was wailing. The weak body struggled, the weak hands grasped weakly, trying in vain to hold on to everything that should be available.

Reason is clearly roaring, deep in his heart, he is shouting in disbelief, why, he is strong enough, he has long recognized all the illusory and ridiculous in this world, he is not afraid of death, he is not afraid of defeat, he does not desire anyone's sincerity and love, then, what else can be so terrible, what kind of dreams can be terrifying.

Why are you crying, why are you still looking forward to it, why do you still want to have it, why can't you wake up?

No, no, no, let me wake up, wake up, this nightmare will pass, the weak, many, many years ago, I should have died out does not exist, all this, it's just a nightmare. Let me wake up......

However, the heavens and the earth are clear, a forest is cold, the universe is desolate, and the eternal darkness is dark. He couldn't find light, he couldn't find warmth, he couldn't find a trace of strength. He wandered like a trapped beast in the darkness, roaring in despair again and again.

He had no strength to struggle, he shivered with cold, and there was eternal darkness around him, but he could clearly see his weak and helpless figure curled up like an orphan.

The voice of reason grew lower and lower, the cry of weakness became weaker and weaker, and he closed his eyes in the darkness, whether it was weak, strong, innocent, or indifferent. All efforts have been futile, all hopes have been lost, and no matter how much he is unwilling, he can only close his eyes and let himself fall into the deepest depths of darkness, and sink again, never to wake up again.

Warmth at this moment, suddenly surrounded him. It was still a dark sky and earth, a world without a trace of light, and the warmth was everywhere, wisps, slowly but slowly entering his world.

An extremely gentle, extremely warm, and extremely powerful force began to come slowly from a certain part of the body, silently absorbing the qi that flowed around the body, and slowly wandering throughout the body.

He could feel every inch of his body, slowly warming up, slowly regaining vitality and strength. He could feel that in the infinite darkness and cold, the warmth gradually drove away the cold.

Then a song came from far away and near, and he could not hear what was sung in it, but he remembered the tenderness in it

It generally circulates throughout the body.

In the depths of the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, watching his other self slowly unfold his frowning brows, his restless body began to calm down, his sad face began to calm down, and his confused eyes began to fall silent.

He watched indifferently as silent tears fell, he indifferently looked at himself who had just quieted down, and suddenly hugged him and cried loudly. He clenched his fists in the darkness indifferently and smiled cruelly.

It turns out that a monster like Di Jiu is still a weak person in his bones.

It turns out that an indifferent devil like Di Jiu is still in the depths of his heart, hiding a weak self.

It turned out that Di Jiu, who had long been in the iron-blooded training, had forgotten what human nature was and what tenderness was, and what he saw in his eyes was only powerful, what he planned in his heart, and only success or failure, was still desperate over and over again in a place he didn't know, shouting, begging for help, wailing, and trembling

He still thinks about his mother's call in his dreams, he still fantasizes about his father's hug, and he still laughs, hopelessly, recalling over and over his relatives that he can't remember at all.

Who he is, where he comes from, he has a home, he has relatives. In his life full of death and slaughter, was there anyone who sang songs in his ear, held him in his arms and warmed him with his body?

Who is he, will he ever have the opportunity, have happiness, see the blue sky and white clouds every day, make friends, look for beautiful women, never need to worry about whether others are true or false, never have to think. Exploitation and deception. He can laugh and cry loudly, he can unabashedly show sadness, loneliness and fear in front of others, and he will always have relatives and friends to turn to and rely on when he needs it.

Who is he, why he still cries, why he is still moved. Why is it still looking forward to, why is it still a living ...... Person.

He laughed in the darkness until he burst into tears, and in the hazy eyes of tears, he looked at his other weak self. Crying until the hoarse voice stopped, the tears were exhausted and the blood was dry.

Why, why, a devil like me is still a person.

The singing never stops, the warmth is everywhere, the powerful and soft power, never stops.

The darkness was dispelled layer by layer, and the cage was torn apart one by one, and it was incomparably powerful. But there is also an incomparable warm power that leads his qi to circulate for twelve weeks. Break through the barriers, and the strength is restored little by little.

He felt himself refreshed. He could feel himself growing stronger. He knew that this blessing from misfortune would not only not greatly damage his vitality, but would add several years of strength.

However, he was not happy.

He easily swept away the sleepy restraints, he easily opened his eyes, and without hesitation, raised his hand and clasped it at the man's throat.

The man opened his eyes at this moment. Some are confused, some are hazy. A little sleepy, however, was always calm, and when I saw him wake up, there was a hint of joy in my eyes.

At this moment, the man was still patting him gently, with unguarded care and protection in his posture, and the man was still humming some extremely gentle song at this moment, and the man did not stop continuing to input internal force for him even at the moment when he was the killer.

However, he killed people without pause or hesitation.

He's going to kill him.

Why should I see my weakness and fear, why should I discover that I still expect to yearn for some of the most ridiculous, boring, and meaningless things, why should I know that I am still a flesh-and-blood person and not a demon in hell.

Why, when I have given up struggling, no longer being human, and am willing to be a demon and a demon, and continue to work hard to make myself more vicious, you have to tell me that I am still alone.

Why?

He's going to kill him!

He's going to kill him!!

He's going to kill him!!

There has never been such a crazy killing machine, there has never been such an out-of-control emotion, and there has never been such a sad state of mind.

There was a weak Di Jiu, crying in a place where no one could see. And he, who seemed to be cold and strong, raised his hand, wanting to kill the person who gave him warmth.

Fu Hanqing, I'm going to kill you.