The wife buried her mother-in-law, and the difficult and stubborn life of her daughter, who had been silent for the end, made people feel distressed.

And his wife finally established a new family under the repeated persuasion of well-wishers.

Jia Kui, who originally thought that he should be relieved, set off angry waves again. The man who was newly married to his wife turned out to be a lazy guy, his wife was running around for the family's livelihood, and his lovely daughter was often beaten and scolded at home, dragging a scar to school every day, with no smile on his face, and in the classroom, he was just a person hiding silently in the corner, unnoticed, and without friends. After class, I didn't dare to go home, and I dragged my schoolbag and wandered silently on the street until it was dark, and I had to walk to the home without warmth.

After returning home, the mother, who had been tired all day, hurriedly ate dinner and went to sleep without knowing about her daughter's studies. The daughter hid in her cabin, not even daring to turn on the light, but shrunk in the corner, clasped her arms tightly, and only sobbed silently.

Gradually, her daughter's grades declined and she was silent. A lot of times I don't go to school anymore, it's just wandering in the wilderness. The school talked to the parents many times, but the busy wife never had time to discipline him, and the man just beat and scolded and intimidated him again and again.

Eventually, the child ran away, with a pair of confused eyes, wandering the streets, occasionally squatting in a corner at night, but his mouth was softly calling: "Dad! Daddy・・・・・・"

Jia Kui's heart in the void was broken, his eyes were about to split, but he couldn't move, the anger in his chest was like a volcano bursting out, and he had the urge to destroy this world.

Jia Kui was like a demon, he couldn't throw it away, he couldn't let go, he just wanted to break this day, break this place, and hold the thin and thin figure firmly in his arms. The sky-high anger was firmly bound, and the anger in his heart was like layers of tumbling magma.

Just when this anger and anger were about to drown Jia Kui, at this time, the Terran human-making whip wrapped around Jia Kui's waist hovered over Jia Kui's head on its own, slowly suppressing and calming down Jia Kui's heart demon who was like a demon.

The whip is the first treasure of the human race to suppress the luck, and it is the treasure of the acquired merit, which can make the luck of the human race and the number of nature coexist in harmony, the unity of heaven and man, and the luck of the human race, and the people of the human race are all restrained.

Jia Kui, who came back to his senses, was drenched in a cold sweat, and he fell into that illusion and couldn't extricate himself, which was obviously his deep worry; It's my own eternal heartache. Can you forget? Can you put it down? Asked over and over again, questioned over and over again.

Jia Kui, who had been questioning himself for a long time, suddenly said loudly: "What if you can't forget?" What if you can't put it down? I really want to take this heartache that I can't forget and can't let go of in this wilderness, and see what this world can do to me? ”

This exhalation sounded, and I felt a lot more relaxed. But a thought suddenly arose in my heart, can I travel to this desolation inexplicably, can I also travel back? Maybe one day the Dao is high enough, and the supernatural power is strong enough, maybe I can really go back and take a look! Anything is possible, isn't it? Jia Kui's cultivation has another impetus, and his state of mind has swept away an obstacle.

Jia Kui got up and walked towards the depths of the circle.

With this step, the scene changed, and the experiences in the flood came one after another: endless loneliness, the prudence of being alone, the care of the teacher, the warmth of getting along with the clouds, and the straightforwardness of the Wu man, scene by scene, scene by scene, flowing in front of Jia Kui's eyes. It made Jia Kui's heart rise with a burst of warmth.

Soon, the picture changed, the Lich catastrophe that swept the flood broke out, the Terrans were slaughtered for no reason, the whole flood was mournful all over the wilderness, everywhere were the Terrans who were killed, one by one the demon clans, the witches brandished their weapons, laughed wildly and threw themselves towards the Terrans fleeing everywhere, men, women and children fell in front of Jia Kui with desperate eyes, and the fallen people still looked at Jia Kui with desperate eyes, and the eyes seemed to be asking why they didn't save them. But Jia Kui couldn't move at all, so he had to watch them fall, and his heart was full of endless sorrow.

The picture continues to turn, Zhao Gongming, who often followed behind him at the beginning of the transformation of the gods, was plotted to death by Lu Jian with the method of nails and seven arrows, and the three sisters of Yunxiao, Bixiao, and Qiongxiao, who had been with them for thousands of years in front of the Jiuqu Yellow River array, took revenge with hatred, and will explain the twelve golden immortals under the Yuxu Primordial Tianzun - Red Sperm, Guangchengzi, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Fuxian Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, Taiyi Zhenren, Qingxu Dao Zhenjun, Daoxing Tianzun, Yuding Zhenren, Lingbao Grand Master, Fear Liusun, Huanglong Zhenren, each captured, all closed into the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, and cut off the three flowers in the chest, the five qi in the body, each of which was devastated and depressed. Cultivation fell into the realm of Xuan Immortals, and after hundreds of millions of years of mana were wasted. At this time, Yuan Shi came, and when he saw this scene, his face was pale, and then he sacrificed the three treasures and jade Ruyi to smash Bixiao to death, and then took out the mixed yuan treasure box to instantly turn Qiong Xiao into a pool of blood.

No... No... No...

In Jia Kui's heart-rending scream, he watched his dearest and beloved three sisters die tragically one by one in the hands of his master Yuan Shi, and his body was like a puppet. But there was nothing to be done. Yunxiao, Bixiao, and Qiongxiao looked back at Jia Kui one by one before they died, leaving a vivid smile.

Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, life is only love and hard to die.

Jia Kui's heart is like a knife, as if there is no way to go to heaven, and there is no door to enter the ground, and he is sad to enter the spleen and liver, the liver and intestines are broken, and the pain is unbearable.

In the magic circle in front of the gate of Kunlun Mountain, Jia Kui was almost crazy, his face was red, his hair was scattered, his mouth was roaring angrily, and a violent aura collided in the magic circle, but he was suppressed by the magic circle. And at this moment, in the body of the cloud neutron, the two Dharma Dans in the dantian and the tanzhong rotated wildly, driving the mana of the whole body to rush like a river; The sea of knowledge is like a tsunami that sets off stormy waves.

At this time, Jia Kui's demon was deeper, and even the whip was a little powerless, and it was difficult to suppress Jia Kui's sign of madness. Suddenly, the old god was in the sea of knowledge, and let the sea of knowledge roll up the stormy waves and also did not move, and the "first attack merit of the day after tomorrow to treasure Hongmeng measuring the ruler" finally moved at this time, only to see the Hongmeng measuring ruler shaking around the body, and the endless Xuanhuang merit suddenly appeared, protecting the depths of Jia Kui's Yuan Divine Consciousness Sea, at this time, I saw that the monstrous angry waves in the sea of knowledge instantly subsided, and calmed down;

The picture turned again, and the interception of the Ten Thousand Immortals Dynasty actually collapsed under the siege of his master Yuan Shi and his master Lao Tzu to attract the West and Zhun Ti, leaving Tongtian alone to sit in Zixiao Palace, Tongtian looked at Jia Kui at the moment of leaving with Hongjun Daozu, as if asking: Why?

Next, the master and apprentice turned against each other, and the disciples under the Yuan Shi Sect left one after another to join the West, and Zhun Ti looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. There was a gap between Yuan Shi and Jia Kui, and Yuan began to hide in the Yuqing Tianmiluo Palace for thirty-three days, and the teachings fell apart and did not exist in the world.

Further down, Bixiao Qiong Xiaoxiao and Xiaoxiao were all dead, bound by the god list, and were waved by the Jade Emperor in the heavenly court all day long, and they were called to take it. Leaving Jia Kui alone in the mountains to slowly taste the endless emptiness and loneliness.

Jia Kui stood like that, the scenes flowing in front of him, this calm state of mind was no longer calm, and Zhou Tiangong was still operating independently in his body, but Jia Kui seemed to have lost his vitality in the sea, lifeless, and permeated with a sluggish atmosphere. After seeing the scenes of his powerlessness, Jia Kui had a question in his heart: "Is this practice useful?" No matter how high the cultivation is, it still can't change what should happen and what shouldn't happen. What am I still doing with hard work?"

Jia Kui fell into bitter self-blame, and in self-blame, he questioned himself over and over again, questioned himself, and tortured himself.

In this repeated questioning, interrogation, and torture, Jia Kui's eyes gradually became clear and bright, and finally he was as bright as the stars and the moon, without a trace of dust. A deep voice came out of his mouth: "Do my duty, do my heart; Cultivating the Tao, cultivating my own heart; The road is alone, only my heart; The reverse and the smooth are all in the way; I say my heart, my heart I say; I care about my heart! ”

Jia Kui has completely woken up from the malaise at this time, what he sees is just an illusion, everything is fighting for himself, there is still a glimmer of life in the Heavenly Dao, he should practice with his heart, why bother.

At this moment, Jia Kui's Dao heart was transparent, the spiritual platform was clear, and the purple cyclones in the sea of consciousness suddenly rotated much faster than usual.

Jia Kui suddenly had an understanding, and immediately sat cross-legged in the magic circle, realizing the sudden realization.

For Jia Kui, having the experience of being a human being in his previous life, he always had a weakness in his heart that the Honghuang monks did not have, and this weakness may be an obstacle on his path, but it is not a help on his path. This is clear, and weakness has become strong, and one more step on the road to the road. At this time, Jia Kui's cultivation and state of mind had already reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the realm of Great Perfection. When the opportunity comes, the corpse can be beheaded to achieve quasi-sainthood.

In front of the Kunlun Mountain Heart Refining Array, Jia Kui looked at the endless sea of clouds in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The wind blew through him, and the moon-white broad robe sounded violently against the mountain wind. The cyan hemp rope belt made the whip was tied around the waist at will, and the black gourd was not big or small, just hanging on the belt.

Three thousand green silks danced in the wind, letting the whistling mountain breeze blow, fluttering wildly behind them. Jia Kui lowered his hands and stood straight. The sea of clouds in front of him is constantly churning, like a dragon and a tiger, and a python into a dragon. The sunlight was blocked by the sea of clouds and could not shine through, as if the sun was struggling in the sea of clouds, Jia Kui looked calm, and couldn't help but sigh without joy or sorrow:

The prosperity is all empty;

The rights and wrongs of the world are all false;