The endless blood-colored soul energy was constantly refined, and the soul sea turned into a sea of blood, and the blood light soared into the sky.

The blood cocoon is shattered, and the evil spirit is gone.

Zhou Yan couldn't calm down for a long time, it was difficult to control his almost collapsed Dao heart, and it was difficult to get rid of the sense of powerlessness in the face of the unknown.

But Zhou Yan gradually calmed down.

Because he no longer knows what to do except be calm.

In this world, there are always too many things to disappoint.

Zhou Yan has held hope again and again, carried perseverance, and struggled all the way with great perseverance.

He thought that as long as he didn't care, he wouldn't have heartache.

He also thinks that as long as he works hard enough, even if he can't be perfect, it is enough for him not to regret it.

But the death of Xuanyuan Ancestor made Zhou Yan suddenly collapse, especially when this kind of blood cocoon also simulated Zhou Yan's closest person, his daughter Yanyan, and showed deep scars in his heart.

Zhou Yan couldn't control the hysterical rage.

Monks, there should always be times when you are hysterical, and Zhou Yan will also have such times.

Zhou Yan was hysterical, abandoning a qiē, roaring wildly, triggering the destruction of the purple flame, burning the sea of souls, and wanting to die with the blood cocoon.

The blood cocoon was burned by the Silent Purple Flame, and the Soul Sea was also full of holes, filled with endless blood and qi, making the Soul Sea turn into another sea of blood.

All of them gradually calmed down, but the sea of blood was still just a sea of blood.

The blood cocoon was destroyed on a certain stage, but it was like using Zhou Yan's soul sea as the blood cocoon, condensing the prototype of the blood cocoon's soul sea.

But Zhou Yan didn't want to do anything anymore.

Because he knew that if he ignited the soul sea with the Silent Purple Flame, the ending would be the same, and it would still be like this.

What's more, now that the Purple Flame has been extinguished, it can no longer ignite the Soul Sea.

"What else can be powerful?"

Zhou Yan's eyes flashed with blood, but he thought about it in his heart.

He felt that he had changed, and that many things that he might have cared about were no longer cared about and unwilling to care.

The death of Xuanyuan Ancestor, like a sword, pierced deeply into Zhou Yan's heart, this poor old man who had been silently accompanying him Zhou Yan, but didn't even know his own life experience and even the meaning of his specific existence, went like this.

But he knew everything before he died, but because he was restricted by nameless rules, he was extremely sad and unfortunate.

This kind of sorrow and misfortune is so powerless.

"I have been trying to become stronger, that is, I hope that I can change some painful things, but these things will not change because of my efforts. So what's the point of my efforts?"

"My brother said, let me not care about anything, just get stronger. Does my brother know that if I care about the people around me, I am destined to go crazy and suffer endlessly?"

"What is that truth? Old Ancestor must know some kind of truth that I don't know, he seems to want to remind something, what is it to remind?"

Zhou Yan muttered to himself, the condensation of divine thoughts in the sea of souls was already kneeling on his knees, supporting his body with both hands, and trembling from time to time.

This sea of souls has already turned into a bloody color.

Zhou Yan even felt that under the various traumas of his divine body, his whole body must have overflowed with bright blood, and in the snow-white pale space on that side, he lost his blood color and became so pale.

But what's the point?

Zhou Yan's divine thoughts stayed in his soul sea for a long time, and in the end, he still couldn't find any traces of Xuanyuan Ancestor, so he could only silently withdraw from this blood-colored soul sea.

The sea of souls has recovered a little bit in the flesh, but how can that kind of ruined soul be so easily restored.

When Zhou Yan woke up, he couldn't tell how painful he was, as if he had never been happy.

It's like, this life is an endless tragedy.

But despite the endless pain on his body, Zhou Yan didn't say a word and stood up silently.

The flesh of his god body crumbled, and pieces fell from the dead, no longer lifeless flesh.

These pieces of flesh fell to the frost-pale ground, and quickly lost their color, turning into a pile of frozen flesh crystals, glittering in the bleak light.

Long Xianyin was still unable to move at this time, and was even on the verge of dying, almost dying.

But Long Xianyin is a Venerable and is good at soul paths, even if he wants to die, he will never die so soon.

She looked at Zhou Yan with complicated eyes, as if she couldn't understand why Zhou Yan suddenly went crazy, and there was confusion and incomprehension in her eyes.

But she also didn't speak, didn't make a sound, because she had already seen that there was something wrong with Zhou Yan now.

However, Zhou Yan is very cold, very quiet, very calm, and very cold.

The coldness can be seen through the cracked flesh and the bones that have formed ice crystals.

Zhou Yan didn't care about the slightest collapse of the divine body, he just stood silently in this miserable white world, not moving.

For a long time, for a long time.

The back of his lonely and miserable body is incomparably weak, incomparably depressed, and he looks so sad like a lonely crane.

No one can say what a sad and tragic state of affairs this is.

But Zhou Yan is still alive.

When any monk reaches such a state, his soul will immediately shatter, his divine body will be destroyed, and he will disappear into ashes.

But Zhou Yan is still alive, and he is still stubborn, strong, and cold.

Perhaps, even Zhou Yan himself doesn't know what he is living for.

Xuanyuan Old Ancestor's sudden tragic death had too great an impact on Zhou Yan, so big that he suddenly lost all his direction.

But Zhou Yan still took a deep breath of cold air, let the sea of blood condense in the sea of souls, and lived strongly.

Zhou Yan sighed deeply, this time, he sighed all the loss and hesitation, sighed the helplessness and sadness, and also sighed all the decadence and negativity.

After this sound, Zhou Yan became more ruthless and more persistent.

His eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light, and there was a hint of coldness in them.

He turned around and looked at Long Xianyin with an indifferent gaze.

Such a gaze made Long Xianyin's beautiful eyes shrink, and he was a little afraid to face Zhou Yan's gaze.

"You're going to die?"

Zhou Yan said in a cold voice.

"Yes......"

Long Xianyin replied softly.

"Your promise has not been fulfilled, and according to the oath, you will be at my disposal. ”

Zhou Yan said coldly.

"You...... How do you want to?"

There was uneasiness in Long Xianyin's voice.

"You're going to die anyway, so it's better to fulfill me. I will give you half a day to live with my blood soul, and during this period, I will take your spirit and soul for double cultivation, and in order to repair your physical body, I will also possess your physical body. ”

Zhou Yan spoke extremely domineering, like an order that could not be disobeyed.

"Y-you're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy. If you don't agree, I swear to destroy the miè soul seal and behead all the monks of your heavenly soul plane in the future. ”

Zhou Yan said coldly, and he directly threatened.

"I saved you again, but you dared to threaten me while you were in danger!"

Long Xianyin was furious, her eyes were full of terrifying killing intent, but she didn't have the power to kill at all.

"You should have let me die before that would have made everyone happy. I am not as happy as I am dead. ”

"If you don't give me pleasure, then I'll give you pleasure! Double cultivation, if you accept it in your heart, then it will be very happy!"

"Despicable! shameless! Obscene! My Dragon Immortal Yin will never give in! You are also certain to die now, I will kill myself, which monk can you kill me in the Heavenly Soul Plane?!"

Long Xianyin sneered and was about to commit suicide immediately.

But Zhou Yan's hand suddenly pointed in the air, and a terrifying blood light had already enveloped the dragon immortal sound.

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