The pain and the temperature on his body kept crossing him, and the Yuehua Sword flew from the side, constantly making a loud noise, as if complaining that she had locked it close to the Qiankun bag.

Lingyu was a little sudden, the wind and moon were boundless here, and she wanted to disperse with the wind in his arms like this, which was not a bad thing.

"Don't think about it, you'll be fine." Fanyin swung his sword, slashed the flames that followed, his eyes were firmly fixed on the person not far away, and he struggled and hesitated for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and he attacked Yun Yiming who was standing high in the clouds.

The Yuehua Sword followed behind them, faster than the wind.

But in the blink of an eye, he was at Yun Yiming's side.

Yun Yiming looked at the Sanskrit sound that suddenly appeared, and for a while he couldn't tell whether this was a derivative of the woman's illusion or a real Sanskrit sound in reality.

So much so that when the sword light pierced through his chest, he realized that this guy was real.

It's not a derivative of the fantasy, it's different from the previous fakes.

"No. 2 ......" Before he could finish his words, Fanyin's sword was already against his throat, and the light in his eyes was colder than the Nine Heavens Moon.

He didn't have time to say the next word.

The flames on the ground gently caught his body.

One of the creators of the illusion died, and another was seriously injured by him, and the illusion was already collapsing.

It was because of this that he was able to find the crack and come in.

Fanyin swung his sword, and wanted to make up for Yun Yiming's sword again, but he saw that the flames below suddenly surged, swallowing his figure without a trace, and everything around him was also disappearing rapidly, from the original wilderness forest to a forest garden.

They also returned to the thatched hut where they had lived.

The illusion is over.

But Yun Yiming escaped.

The face of the person in her arms became more and more pale, the red blood at the corners of her mouth seemed to be the only color on her face, her eyes were closed at this time, and her long eyelashes were like the last butterfly in her life, frozen at the most beautiful moment.

Little by little, her life was disappearing.

Looking at the pale and fragile puppet-like figure in her arms, Fanyin still gave up the pursuit.

Lingyu fell into nothingness, she wanted to know that since she came to this world, it seemed that she was constantly struggling on the edge of life and death, she desperately tried to survive, but God pushed her to death again and again.

"Isn't life meant to be born to die?" In the void space, a soft female voice suddenly sounded, answering the doubts in Lingyu's heart.

"Yes, I also know that people are born to die, constantly seeking survival, cultivating and seeking truth, maybe just for a better life."

This is true even in modern times.

From the very beginning, no matter what kind of world people are born in, they will face all kinds of dangers, if they can deal with these dangers, it is life, if they are not handled well, it is death.

Therefore, life is a constant line of life and death, everyone in the face of the predicament, have thought of dying, but in the end the will to survive overcame the predicament at that time, but deprived people of part of their minds, and then, people become less and less like the original self.

Because people find that survival is to constantly adapt to the times, change themselves in line with the trend, and adjust themselves.

Survival of the fittest.

Everyone understands this.

It's just that the last one who survived, is it really himself?

"You're trapped by 'me.'" The voice was answering the doubts in her mind again.

However, when Lingyu looked around, it was nothingness, there was nothing around, if there was no concept of black and white, even the color did not exist here.

"'Me'? Just because you can talk doesn't mean you have the concept of 'me'? ”

The voice didn't respond for a long time, and just when Lingyu thought she had the answer, he suddenly spoke.

"So, all you can hear and feel now is what you want to know."

Lingyu seemed to understand, but she didn't seem to understand.

He meant that she was trapped by herself, and that she couldn't hear anything unexpected about herself? She paused for a long time just now, maybe there was no pause at all, but she was trapped and couldn't hear it?

Or is it that I have been wrong since I questioned Him, that He does not exist in Himself, but that he is only transformed from another 'me' in his heart because he has confusion in his heart, just to remind me of this moment?

Lingyu felt that she had a splitting headache, and she was about to come out of something, but she couldn't think of it.

"It's time for you to go."

Before she could figure it out, she felt that her consciousness was being pulled by something, forcibly taking her out of it.

Geumsan, with Fanyin on his back, stood in front of the thatched hut behind him, looking coldly at the group of monks who had chased and killed him for three days.

"Fanyin, you have repeatedly colluded with demon cultivators, stolen my Shushan cheats, and killed my Shushan elders, are you still obsessed and unwilling to hand over the witches inside?" Lin Wenyu's voice hovered in the mountains, righteous and resolute, retreating from the charm.

Fanyin stood in front of the door, his face paler than paper, but he still held his sword and refused to take half a step, confronting the group of monks in front of him.

"Fanyin, I advise you not to be obsessed, if you are willing to hand over that witch today, I can say a few kind words for you in front of the master, and you will be exempted from heavenly punishment." Mo Dongfeng stood in front of Lin Wenyu, although he said this, the sword was already out of the sheath.

"What if I just don't pay it?" Sanskrit raised his sword upside down in front of his forehead, but in his heart he was thinking about how to lead them somewhere else, he didn't want to accidentally hurt the house behind him.

Mo Dongfeng smiled, Lin Wenyu waved his hand, and the group began to perform their own duties.

"Fanyin, for the sake of such a murderous and unblinking demon, you want to ruin your future, then don't blame me for not remembering my former comrades." With that, the sword in his hand had already come out of his hand and rushed straight into the face of Sanskrit.

"Kind-heartedness?" They still have the concept of the same family in their hearts, and Sanskrit Yin doesn't feel a little funny.

The Bang Xing Sword left his hand, quickly blocking the sword that Mo Dongfeng stabbed over, and then, Fanyin's body flew quickly, and flew in front of Bang Xing at once, and when Mo Dongfeng was still on the way, he had already held the sword and stabbed towards Mo Dongfeng's life.

Mo Dongfeng looked at Fanyin, who stabbed at the unity of the human sword, and saw at a glance that he was strong on the outside and on the inside, and with one sword, he broke his moves and knocked people to the ground.

Chasing here from the periphery and fighting for three days, Fanyin's spiritual power has long been exhausted, and because of the large number of people, they are engaged in a wheel war, and everyone has retained their strength.

Therefore, Mo Dongfeng looked at the Fanyin who was picked off: "Don't you pay it yet?" ”

The Xingxing Sword slammed into the ground, and Fanyin then stood up staggeringly, the night was too dark, and his long hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

He raised his head slowly, the phoenix's eyes were resolute and never retreating, even though the corners of his mouth were bloody, he was still smiling, and his smile made people feel chills inexplicably.

Fanyin bit his middle finger and made a thick and heavy stroke on his eyebrows, and the color of blood made his face become more and more flamboyant and evil under the moonlight.

"As long as I'm here today, no one will want to touch a finger of her." Blood spread around him, and the wind raged around him.

"Oh no, he swore a blood oath, get out of the way!" Lin Wenyu sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly shouted.

But it was still a step too late, and before the disciple next to him could react to what was going on, the ground suddenly began to explode, blowing half of the person away.

Lin Wenyu and Mo Dongfeng glanced at each other, and they understood that they had the same intentions, and the bodies of the two people at the moment were like arrows from the string, merging into one, fast as the wind, attacking in the direction of Sanskrit.

Fanyin dodged away, they chased after them, and continued to force Fanyin to retreat, and gradually Fanyin's body unconsciously arrived at the place where those disciples were standing, and Lin Wenyu and Mo Dongfeng also stopped at the same time.

"If I do it with you, I will dirty my Linghua Sword." At this time, he had already entered the formation, and Lin Wenyu also tore through the disguise and pulled Mo Dongfeng out of the formation range.

Looking at the crowded white-clothed people with swords around him, Fanyin knew that he had been fooled, but now there was no other way, and the lights in the thatched hut were flickering as if he was standing in the crowd at this time.

Fanyin clenched the Yuehua Sword in his hand, looked at the disciples around him, each holding a sword, facing him with a righteous awe, trapping him in the formation formed by them, unable to move, but the moonlight was unhindered and fell around.

They forgot that he was also from Shushan, and once in order to cultivate, he soaked in the library every day, just to be able to improve a little, get the favor of the master, enter the inner door, and become a personal disciple.

But now it seems that the dream at that time was ridiculous.

Thinking of this, Fanyin's hand holding the sword tightened a little, and the aura around his body soared, and his body was like an arrow from the string, unstoppably attacking the weakest place in the southeast.

Lin Wenyu Mo Dongfeng saw that it was not good, and hurriedly beckoned the disciples to change the formation, but it was not as fast as the speed of Sanskrit, so he could only watch the disciples who were guarding the formation being picked up, and the formation was rushed out of a hole.

The people around followed one after another, and for a while, the swords fell like rain, and they all came towards Sanskrit.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, although he broke the formation, but after all, he still can't go back to the house and take her out of here.

What's more, he already has injuries on his body.

Mo Dongfeng saw that his spiritual power was not good, and he was anxious to protect the house, so he looked for a thatched house to attack, Fanyin saw him like this, he couldn't care about himself, and wanted to stop it, but the man had already turned around and picked him to the ground with a sword.

Mo Dongfeng's sword had already landed on his neck, bringing out fine blood, but he still didn't hurt the killer, but handed him over to the surrounding disciples, while he and Lin Wenyu walked towards the grass house with their swords.

"No, no......" He tried to stop it, but just speaking out had already exhausted all his strength. He had just overdrawn half of his body's blood, but he was still defeated......

The filthy muddy water hit him in the face, and he was trampled on the ground, and he could only watch them enter the place he desperately protected, and despair was like a tide, covering him all over the world.

There was a moment of darkness that made him think he would never open his eyes again.