Tian Ran was his everything, he just wanted to work hard to protect her, and never thought that he would hurt Tian Ran. Even if it was Tian Ran in his dream, he couldn't bear to do it.

Mu Yu shook his head: "No, I can't do it, I don't want to see Tian Ran lying in front of me dripping with blood." ”

"That's fake!" Deadwood said sternly.

Even though he knew that killing Tian Ran was a non-existent thing, he knew that this illusion felt too real for him to find a flaw. In this real and false world, a tranquil death is also a real feeling for him, and it means real death for him!

This hopeful world is like the false but incomparably real memories that the phantom planted in him.

Mu Yu put down the dagger and asked, "Old man, then how do you get out of the illusion?"

Deadwood didn't say a word, he turned his head to look at the fake wood feather next to him, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stabbed the fake wood feather in the chest. There was a slight movement on his face, which made his body tremble uncontrollably, but he steadied himself and said, "Do you understand now?"

There was something strange about the dead wood's voice, which made Mu Yu stunned for a moment.

Fake Mu Yu's eyes became dull, he looked at the dead wood in disbelief, and then a desperate gray qi appeared in his chest, and it began to spread and spin. The hope in the fake wood feather turned into despair, and the vitality passed quickly, slowly replaced by the dead air, and the desperate dead air slowly sucked the dead wood in.

Mu Yu wanted to speak and stopped, he pursed his lips, the moment he saw Deadwood attack on him, his expression was the same as that of Fake Mu Yu, that feeling was like Deadwood really stabbed himself, which made his heart suddenly cold. The feeling of Deadwood killing himself was so real that Mu Yu almost wanted to question why Deadwood killed him!

He knew it was all fake, but his body's senses were always telling him that it was really happening.

"Brother Mu Yu, are you really going to kill me?" Tian Ran looked at Mu Yu pitifully, so that Mu Yu couldn't do it at all.

Mu Yu hugged Tian Ran into his arms, and he gently felt Tian Ran's heartbeat, so real and vigorous. The dagger flashed in his hand, and the cold light invaded the beating heart like a poisonous snake. The knife seemed to stab Mu Yu in the chest, making his heart ache greatly, and endless sorrow came towards him, and the illusion around him was like a mirror being shattered, and the fragments were splashed, turning into stars, and all disappeared.

The mirror shattered, the dream dissipated, and he came to a magical world. This world is almost the same as the illusion just now, that is, the purest black and white, but black and white are clearly bounded, do not infect each other, and remain in a stable state, and the dead wood is standing on the edge of the white world at the moment.

Mu Yu eased his ups and downs, he was also on the edge of white, but at this moment, he didn't have that kind of hope and joy in his heart, only sadness remained. The moment when Deadwood attacked him made him sad, and the moment he made Tian Ran sad also made him sad.

"Are you wondering why I should kill you, not Yu Yan or Bingxue?" said Deadwood slowly.

Mu Yu was silent, he didn't know what to say, he did have the urge to ask this question at the moment when Deadwood made a move on the fake Mu Yu.

"Because the two of them are more important to you than I am, I know I won't mind. Mu Yu said. This feeling is still very weird, Mu Yu didn't tell the truth, he regarded Deadwood as a close person, and when Deadwood chose him instead of Miao Yuyan and Leng Bingxue, he was still a little mustard.

Deadwood looked at Mu Yu seriously and said, "No matter which of the three of you, I don't want to watch you have an accident. I chose you because, in fact, I am most worried about you. Although Yu Yan is imprisoned, her life will not be in danger, and Xue'er will not have an accident, only you are the most reckless, and now you have entered the Extreme Immortal List. That kind of list is too dangerous, even if you have the existence of a sentence in your body, you will die, and the Triple Palace will never watch you grow up, because you are the apprentice of Sword Shadow Dust, and he will find a way to prevent you from becoming the last nine extreme immortals. ”

"I know the chances of an accident with the two of them are slim, and you're the most likely. To break the illusion, you need to face what you are most afraid of in your heart, I am most afraid that you will lose your life, and you are most afraid of accidents, so this can only be the case. Deadwood pursed his lips.

Deadwood remembered his illusion, and his heart fluctuated. He wasn't immune to the illusion here, and he was caught in his own at first, but he quickly got out of it.

He had seen more wind and waves than Mu Yu, and he knew how to deal with such a situation, so it was easy to break free from his illusion, and he had already seen the black and white world here. It's just that Mu Yu couldn't come out of his illusion, so he entered Mu Yu's illusion and helped Mu Yu get rid of those illusions full of hope.

Everyone has a different way of getting rid of the illusion, and he can think of something sad to break free. However, Mu Yu's life experience is still shallow, he is still young, and he has not experienced the real life and death, so he can't imagine those sad scenes, so he can only really experience it by killing people.

Mu Yu looked at the dead wood for a long time, and then laughed: "Old man, I almost cried when you said it. ”

"Get out, you bastard, and you're going to shed tears for me, and the sun will come out in the west!" Deadwood scolded angrily.

"Okay, okay, I won't shed tears when you die in the future. Mu Yu grimaced, and then asked in confusion, "Old man, I'm curious about what kind of illusion you have seen?"

"You want to know?"

"Hmm. Do you have me in your vision?"

"Yes, there are quite a few scenes. Deadwood said simply.

"Really, am I acting as a hero in your illusion?"

"No, it's just a bear. Deadwood remembered his illusion, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Mu Yu rolled his eyes: "I have no conscience." ”

The two of them refocused their eyes on the black and white world, which seemed to be separated by a wall, and the white air flow and the black air flow were rushing in their respective fields, but when it came to the boundary, everyone turned back tacitly, without any conflict, and everything seemed so orderly.

This black and white world is endless and intimidating.

"We've found the balance between death and anger, how do we disperse them now?" Mu Yu took a step forward and walked into the death air, and suddenly a cold aura permeated him, and he quickly pulled his feet back, thinking that it was better to stay on the white side.

Deadwood scolded again, "You little bastard! how do you know where their balance is if you don't step into the dead air?"

Mu Yu muttered: "When you step into the dead air, you will think of all kinds of desperate feelings, life is like falling into a trough, and it has made me tremble just now." ”

"You need half of your body to be angry, and your body to be dead, so that your heart will be filled with two diametrically opposed emotions, and you have to learn to control these emotions, and when you do not have sorrow or joy, you should understand how to separate anger from death. "Deadwood Road.

There is no sorrow or joy, isn't that kind of realm something that can only be achieved by a monk?

Having said that, Mu Yu still reluctantly stepped into the dead air, the right half of his body was like falling into an ice cellar, the cold and piercing despair aura crawled all over his right half of his body, he saw those bloody killing scenes again, and fear spread, as if to devour him.

However, the other half of his heart is full of cheerful emotions, everything is full of vitality, and hope occupies the left half of his body, allowing him to see the positive side.

Mu Yu tried to adjust his body, he was very bad now, one moment full of hope, one moment full of despair, one moment so happy that he was about to go to heaven, and the other moment he was so sad that he wanted to commit suicide.

"Meditation, didn't your bastard master teach you some kind of dust-falling mind? Isn't that thing for meditation?"

Mu Yu was reminded by the dead wood, and suddenly came to his senses, and he hurriedly ran the Dust Mind Method to gradually calm down the fluctuations in his heart. The most important thing for the dust mind method is to be free of distractions, not to be disturbed by the outside world, and to control the heart by one's own will.

The spiritual power slowly flowed throughout his body, flowing through every meridian of his body, gradually smoothing his impetuous heart. The endless killing still made his heart cold, but hope warmed his other half's emotions, so that he would not be completely occupied by any one emotion.

This is a very strange feeling, when a person lives half desperately and half hopefully, and wants to laugh with joy and sometimes is afraid to cry, at this time it seems that it is more appropriate to describe it as crying and laughing. The expression on Mu Yu's face was also rich, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it.

Gradually, all the impetuousness and joy were gradually forgotten by Mu Yu, and his heart was like a calm water, without the slightest ripple, and he fell into a state of self-forgetfulness. His consciousness wanders through the black and white world, constantly shuttling between the two sides, but unaffected.

He was looking for a balance between black and white, and slowly, his expression no longer changed, and the black and white around him became quieter, no longer restless and rushing, as if he was summoned by something, and receded to both sides like a tide......

Deadwood suddenly felt something, and the black and white world here began to change, and he saw an opportunity to jump into the intersection of black and white, and his consciousness had already taken the initiative to retreat and return to his body.

The two of them outside, Evil Immortal and Feng Haochen, felt a majestic and melodious aura coming, and they immediately withdrew from the entire room with the dead wood. The Evil Immortal's hands continued to form red demonic formations, blending into the entire room, isolating the breath of this room.

The black and white leaves of the dark grass in Mu Yu's hand began to open and close, gently rhythmic, and a violent breath began to swallow. The balance between black and white is broken, and if it is not stabilized in time, the dead and angry will each escape, occupy this room separately, and then spread to the entire Southern Fifty Mile Garden, and over time, even the entire Triple Continent!

Mu Yu opened his eyes, his left eye flashed with white light, his right eye was filled with black light, and a terrifying momentum blasted out from him.

Anger and death continued to emerge from his eyes, filling the entire room, and everything in the room was turned into the purest anger and death in an instant!