"What is the joy of life, and what is the fear of death......"

"I just didn't expect this moment to come so soon......"

He muttered, talking to himself.

He felt that his soul could no longer control his will, and that he was about to be unable to support his body to maintain this half-sitting, so he moved his arms back little by little, leaned down slowly with his upper body, and stretched his crossed legs apart until his body was completely on the ground, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and smiled slightly, and a kind of serenity appeared on his face that should not be small in the age of fourteen.

The stone cave was quiet, and no sound could be heard anymore, Xiao Cong, who was half-in a state of silence, was like a gossamer, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and the dark black pupils loomed in the middle of this slit, and he could occasionally move, maybe now he only had his eyeballs to move. Yi Lingshi was eating away at his soul, and he seemed to be able to see a trace of invisible soul power being withdrawn from him little by little. Seriously, there's no pain in that – if fear doesn't count as a pain at all. Only the tiredness that was getting heavier and heavier hit him like a tidal wave, making him feel drowsy.

He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, the world was getting farther and farther away, he felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to capture the feeling of the world, his lips moved again, maybe he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it anymore, he could only use the only remaining consciousness to say to himself in his heart:

"It's gone, it's over, father, goodbye......"

......

At the same time, Ouyang Xun was in another stone cave, looking at all this that happened to Xiao Cong through a stone wall, two tears like beads and strings of beads hung down on the face of this burly man who was more than ten feet tall, he clenched his fists heavily, and his body kept trembling.

"Why, Why!!" he shouted hysterically, almost interrogatingly, toward the empty cavern, only to echo and silence again, and no response was heard.

"How could this be his choice! How could this be his own choice! You tell me, you tell me......"

After another echo, the cave was still silent.

After a while, Ouyang Xun closed his eyes lightly, but the tears in his eyes still couldn't stop overflowing his eyes, he opened his mouth and let out a long breath, swallowed his saliva, and then lowered his head aggrievedly like a wounded child, sobbed and sniffed, and finally raised his head again, turning a pair of crying red teary eyes to the stone wall.

At this time, there was no movement on the stone wall, not even the slightest movement of the eyeballs, only a well-proportioned and plump naked boy lying motionless on the ground, his demeanor was natural, and his face was serene.

For a long time, for a long time, there has been no movement on the stone wall, but Ouyang Xun still stood there and watched steadily, he couldn't take his eyes off it, his eyes focused on the naked person on the stone wall that seemed to be close in front of him, his hopeful gaze seemed to form a hot focus, igniting the fire of life that the naked person had been extinguished for a long time, however, I don't know if it was because the temperature he fervently hoped for was not enough or what, the person at the focus was always motionless

。

"Ancestor said that miracles will happen......" he muttered.

So, an unknown brilliance suddenly and inexplicably appeared in his dim eyes, as if everything was at hand, at his fingertips, but it was just a matter of asking him to hold on a little longer, and take a small step forward.

A day and a night passed, and the people on the stone wall still did not move.

Ouyang Xun's gaze finally dimmed at this moment, and the two bead bean ripples involuntarily came out again, rolling down all the way along the furrow on the contour of his face, he hid his face and cried bitterly, and the low and suppressed "woo" sound kept echoing in the empty and lonely cave, as if there were gusts of sad wind that kept pouring in from a hole in an unknown place, blowing every mountain stone on the four walls was sad.

He was desperate, he was finally desperate, through this hard and flat stone wall, he seemed to really feel the coldness and stiffness of the body, his heart full of fervent hope with a trace of dying flame in the desperate encirclement and suppression, struggling to support until now, but finally still in the cold despair was drenched, it was like a war, the defeat was like a mountain, he had nowhere to escape. Invisible and cold despair and sadness came from all directions, instantly drowning him, he was like a person drowning in water but did not know the nature of water, but he had already sunk to the bottom of the water, and he did not even have a chance to struggle and call for help, the cold numbed his body, and the invisible despair was pervasive, they continued to pour in from his mouth, ears, nose and even every pore, this heavy and suppressed sadness almost reached the unbearable weight of his life.

......

Muddy, hazy, Xiao Cong felt that he had a bizarre dream, and he fell asleep for a long time, and finally woke up at this moment.

"Where is this...... Why am I still here?"

He looked at it and found that it was still the stone cave in his dream, but the difference was that he clearly saw the extremely familiar body lying not far away, as well as the thousands of "himself" scattered around.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Cong's tone was a little vicious, he scolded, and a sadness that wanted to cry without tears spread rapidly in his consciousness, and he lamented weakly:

"He is an immortal, what is the difference between this and the soul is scattered, it's over, although I, Xiao Cong, am young and ambitious, and I just died young, but I ended up like this, I didn't even have the opportunity to be reincarnated, alas......"

At this time, with the cold naked corpse as the center, thousands of "Xiao Cong" were scattered around, and if you looked closely, they were not the same, some were golden and bright, some were ethereal, some were heroic, and some were strictly restrained...... Although each has its own characteristics, there is only one that looks very different, he looks gray all over, and he is stubbornly struggling to break free from the shackles of Yi Lingshi and go towards the corpse.

Thousands of Xiao Cong looked around, looking at each other, or smiling at each other, or looking confused, or bright, or disapproving, only the gray Xiao Cong, he didn't pay attention to anyone, he just kept struggling

I want to get rid of the shackles of Yi Lingshi.

When Xiao Cong saw this, he couldn't help but be shocked, in fact, each of them didn't know much about each other, this was Immortal Dao Xiao Cong, that was Martial Dao Xiao Cong, and that one was Formation Master Xiao Cong...... Of course, the one who is constantly struggling is Shura Xiao Cong.

They are aware of each other, and they can know what the other party is thinking with a slight movement of their minds,—— it turns out that Shura Xiao Cong wants to get rid of the shackles of Yi Lingshi and monopolize the corpse, as long as he monopolizes that body, there will be no suppression of the Heavenly Dao Treasure Book and the Ice Heart Formula, so that his strength that has been suppressed for so long will instantly explode, and then he can capture the formation master Xiao Cong again, control it to set up a fighting spirit array, so as to escape and refine the eternal killing.

Of course, Heavenly Dao Xiao Cong and Formation Master Xiao Cong will not do this by him, the meaning of their existence is to a certain extent to suppress Shura Xiao Cong, and the self Xiao Cong will not sit idly by and ignore this, although he is not as powerful as Heavenly Dao Xiao Cong, nor is he as effective as Formation Master Xiao Cong, but he is the self, it represents Xiao Cong's true nature, represents everything about the original Xiao Cong, and is the cornerstone of Xiao Cong's consciousness and even his soul.

So, Heavenly Dao Xiao Cong, Formation Master Xiao Cong and Self Xiao Cong also began to struggle hard, which was almost a thousand responses, more and more "Xiao Cong" kept up with the rhythm and pace, they held their breath, worked hard, and constantly stretched their arms and kicked their legs, like loaches fluttering in the mud, and the Baifang Stone Cave became a pot of porridge.

However, after a long time, no matter how they struggled, none of them could successfully escape the shackles of Yi Lingshi, Shura Xiao Cong stopped first, his thoughts had already spread to other Xiao Cong when his thinking first moved - he felt that he was immortal, and other Xiao Cong would be slowly worn out by time with the passage of time, and he would not, he was a taboo-like cause and effect that even Tiandao Weng did not dare to control at will, so he believed that these thousands of Yi Ling stones could not help him, as long as he worked hard to cultivate, one day he would see the light of day again.

This self Xiao Cong is in a hurry, he knows that what Shura Xiao Cong thinks is not unreasonable, if he really occupies the magpie's nest, then it will definitely be a catastrophe of destruction in the future, how can this be worthy of Tiandao Weng's expectations for him!

So, Xiao Cong, the self, began to look around, his gaze constantly stopped on every Xiao Cong who was bound to the Yi Ling Stone, he thought that this was like the relationship between poison and antidote, all things were born and restrained, and among these hundreds of Xiao Cong, there must be a way to restrain Shura Xiao Cong.

But his eyes walked among the thousands of Yi Ling stones, but he did not find the so-called method of defeating the enemy, Xiao Cong was disappointed, and the other Xiao Cong looked at each other, at a loss, Shura Xiao Cong looked at Xiao Cong coldly, and a trace of evil and contemptuous ridicule slowly appeared on his face.

Xiao Cong didn't give up, his pupils shrunk into small dots like a grain of rice, with a stubbornness on his face, pouting, his eyes wandered among the Xiao Cong over and over again, Shura Xiao Cong glanced at him again, with deep disdain on his face, then turned his head to sit cross-legged and cultivated on his own. The other Xiao Cong was puzzled at first, but looking at me, Xiao Cong was like this

Persistence, it seems that he has also been summoned and infected by some kind of summons, so these thousands of Xiao Cong, except for the most eye-catching Shura Xiao Cong, who is cultivating in meditation, the other Xiao Cong are looking around and looking for it, over and over again.

"Huh!" When Xiao Cong's eyes returned to him, he was suddenly startled, and the other Xiao Cong who were constantly looking for him also turned their eyes to him at this moment.

There were two Yi Ling stones beside him, and there was nothing on them!

He scratched his head, looking puzzled.

At this time, a certain consciousness suddenly came, telling him that in fact, there were two Xiao Cong on these two Yi Ling stones, but he couldn't see them, because they were formless and formless, but they really existed.

He raised his head and swept towards Xiao Cong, and saw the formation master Xiao Cong nodding to him not far away.

Then another consciousness came, and there was no meaning in it, but it carried a deep resentment and fear.

The original self Xiao Xiang moved his gaze to Shura Xiao Cong who was entering the cultivation of meditation, the latter was motionless, and he smiled contemptuously at Shura Xiao Cong,

"Don't pretend, you know it's you. ”

(End of chapter)