Yang Ji was shocked. He clearly remembered that Yi Xiantian once said that although the evil spirit had a huge body, it was actually the "Tianyin Sect Master" underground.

"Is he now me?"

Yang Ji's heart was shocked. The Tianyin Sect is just a deputy sect leader who can fight with Yi Xiantian inextricably, if that sect leader comes out, he will definitely die.

"Don't worry, I've blocked out his perception. ”

That voice seemed to know Yang Ji's thoughts, and it sounded directly in Yang Ji's mind, and the voice was extremely grand.

Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, but then he realized something, and the more shocked he became.

If this voice is not the Heavenly Yin Sect Master, then who is he? And he said that he has blocked out the perception of the Heavenly Yin Sect Master, isn't it even more powerful than the Heavenly Yin Sect Master?

And why did he say "you're coming...... as if he knew he was coming?

"Boom!"

Before Yang Ji could figure out the key to it, the next moment, a white light flashed, and a huge force suddenly wrapped Yang Ji and pulled it down.

Although Yang Ji had already been promoted to the Martial Arts Quadruple and condensed the "Blood Furnace", he was unable to resist at all in the face of this force that changed the color of heaven and earth.

The world is spinning in front of me, and the black and white light and shadow change like spices. Before Yang Ji could react, with a bang, Yang Ji suddenly felt a magnificent and majestic force.

Feeling the breath of this power, Yang Ji suddenly stopped struggling.

"It's ......"

Yang Ji was shocked, this aura was majestic and upright, containing endless and righteous power, which was diametrically opposed to the dark aura on the evil spirit's body.

"Haoran righteousness!"

Yang Ji could hardly believe his eyes. In the dark body of the evil spirit, there is actually a majestic "Haoran Qi" similar to Wensheng's pen and ink.

And this force is extremely powerful, even if it is easy to be born and flow. In the face of this force, it is also like a small trickle to a stream, and a river to the sea.

"How can there be the aura of a saint here?!"

Yang Ji was completely stunned.

"The Tao is different and does not conspire with each other", the evil spirit and the righteousness of the Wensheng are simply opposite, and water and fire are incompatible. How can a ruthless and cruel "evil spirit" who is wantonly killing on the battlefield have the breath of a saint in his body, what is going on?

"My disciples who carry the Tao of Literature. I know you have a lot of doubts in your mind. However, I don't have much time to explain it to you. It's up to you to realize it. ”

That rumbling voice sounded in Yang Ji's mind, and the next moment, as if an earth-shattering thunderbolt was slashing down from the clouds, Yang Ji suddenly connected to a powerful, ancient, and magnificent consciousness.

This ancient and magnificent consciousness did not have any concealment, and directly opened the "door" to Yang Ji.

"Boom!"

The sky is spinning, Yang Ji is not ready, the next moment. Endless memories immediately flooded back......

"Boom!"

The waves were raging, crashing against the dotted reefs with a rumbling sound. The bright moon hung high, and under the dark night sky, a towering and lofty cyan back stood on the reef worriedly, looking at the sky and suddenly let out a deep sigh.

"Master, can you tell the disciple and let the disciple relieve your worries?"

Behind him, a hurried voice asked respectfully.

All he answered was a long sigh......

"Is that the young voice him?"

Yang Ji thought in his heart:

The old man sighed. What the hell is sighing about. ”

Yang Ji hadn't understood it yet, in the blink of an eye. Boom, another darkness struck.

............

"Squeak!"

Two purple wooden doors opened before his eyes, and an old man stepped over the threshold and walked out of it with a tired face.

Master!

Seeing the whiteness of his head, Yang Ji suddenly felt a pain in his heart. For three days, Master was locked up in it for only three days. It's actually white-headed!

Master is a saint of literature!

......

"Master, what happened? Why don't you complain to me?"

A voice shouted.

He was answered by a sigh of departing back.

For a while, Yang Ji's heart was full of pain and self-blame. A drop of liquid fell on his hand, and Yang Jicai burst into tears at some point.

"What's going on? How could I suddenly shed tears?"

Yang Ji was suddenly shocked. In a blink of an eye, I suddenly understood:

"That's 'his' memory. What I experienced was how he felt. ”

As soon as his eyes darkened, Yang Ji fell into darkness again.

............

The scenes in front of him are constantly changing, Yang Ji saw him working hard, he saw him reading at night, he suddenly had an epiphany, and he was full of energy, and he also saw his title on the gold list......

"It turns out that he actually won the Wen Zhuangyuan!"

......

Crackling!

The sound of candle flames.

As his eyes gradually brightened, Yang Ji saw the old man again. He sat on a large purple chair above the hall with a solemn face, flanked by two burning red candles.

The hall was heavy.

An invisible pressure came to his face, and Yang Ji felt as if he was facing the most important decision in his life, and even his breathing was about to stop.

“...... Have you really decided?"

The voice of the old man came from above, his head was pale, his face was withered, and he was much older than before. It looks almost the same as an ordinary old man.

"Once this matter is decided, it will be doomed. There's never going back. ”

The old man's voice was the same as before, but Yang Ji heard a trace of deep sadness.

"Yes, Master, it's up to me. ”

The voice said, as if he was kneeling under the hall, his voice no longer as young as before, but with the same determination as ever.

"Then get up. ”

The old man looked at the hall with a look of pity.

"Master, is there really no way to change it?"

The voice seemed to raise its head and looked at the hall with a sad expression.

There was dead silence in the lobby.

Yang Jixian's memory this time seems to be particularly long.

"No more. ”

The old man said with a sad face, his eyes looked at Liang Liao above, but his thoughts were not here at all:

"But when the sun rises, there is sunset, when there is a tree, there is a tree withered, life and death are reincarnated, and life is disillusioned. It was inevitable. Only this time, the disillusionment will be the Wendao that we have inherited for countless eras......"

"Cangjie makes words, and Fuxi sets the text...... , the universe has been extinguished as soon as it is a**, and now it is the fourth**. Since then, Wendao has sunk. Etiquette collapses and happiness is bad, only knowing martial arts but not literature, all things attack each other, only knowing killing but not knowing etiquette, humility and ......"

......

“...... I and the other Hundred Saints have decided. It will burn life, exhaust the culture, and hide the 'mighty river' for the spring and autumn generations, and the inheritance of a hundred generations! When the catastrophe is over, all things will be destroyed. In the new world, can Wendao be passed on again? It's up to you. ”

The old man's voice was curling, revealing a kind of indifference of life and death:

"The heavens are unpredictable, and I and the other Wensheng will leave nine imprints, thinking that after ten thousand lifetimes, Wendao will be alive. Whether it can succeed or not depends on the will of God. Wen Ye, if after eternity, you wake up again and meet a person with our pen and ink. That means everyone else has failed. That person will be the last person we have Wendao!"

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji was shocked in his heart, and he understood something in a trance:

"Wensheng pen and ink ....... Could it be that I'm the one he's talking about? ”

Thinking of the fragment of "Wensheng Pen and Ink" in his arms, Yang Ji's heart suddenly felt heavy. No wonder the guy would say, "You're here......".

Yang Ji never thought that the "Wensheng pen and ink" left to him by the historian contained such a heavy responsibility.

"Wenye, remember. If he also fails. Then Wendao will be thoroughly immersed. The mighty river will disappear forever......"

Yang Ji's heart was heavy.

"Wensheng pen and ink, Wensheng pen and ink...... , how can I ...... deed?"

Yang Ji sighed in his heart.

......

"Master. A teacher for one day, a father for life. The disciple is saying goodbye here!"

In the darkness, Yang Ji heard the voice and knelt on the ground with a sad tone and kowtowed.

"Bang!"

The cold wind was whining, the snow was all over the ground, and Yang Ji saw a figure burst out of the gate with a bang. Looking at the old wooden door behind him with snowflakes. Countless memories flashed through his mind.

When he was five years old, he was about to freeze to death on the street, but it was the master who took him in, adopted him, and fed him food and ...... with his own hands; When he was seven years old, it was the master who taught him to read and write, and encouraged him......

The bits and pieces of the past 20 years have come to mind one by one.

"My Master, I'm leaving......"

A line of tears fell, and the man was gone.

............

"Boom!"

Yang Ji "saw" that in the depths of the firmament, a vast "long river" was as white as snow, upright and flawless, hanging high above. The earth and mountains, in front of this "long river", are also like the dust of the slightest, which is breathtaking.

Suddenly, the thunder flashed, the "Long River" boiled, and in a loud rumbling sound, Yang Ji saw that the "Long River" suddenly faded, quickly "went away", and disappeared.

"Master!"

With a wail, Yang Ji saw the man kneeling on the sand, looking at the west and kowtowing violently:

"Master, don't worry. I'll make your wish come true for you!-"

The last "heart-rending".

Yang Ji understood something in a trance, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

"It turns out that this is the mighty river, it turns out that this is his life......"

Yang Ji has already understood that what he let him see is his past life.

......

Next, Yang Ji saw scene after scene. He saw that he had entered the "evil path" and was ashamed of the whole world; he watched him close his memory and consciousness, and with supreme understanding, he went from good to evil, and became a generation of evil masters......

Everyone thinks that his humanity has been extinguished, only he knows that he still maintains the original "faith" and persistence in his heart.

The light and shadow change, the scenes of killing, step by step powerful...... , the catastrophe is coming, the Tao eliminates the demons for a long time, and only the evil way of success can achieve the last trace of vitality.

In the last scene, he tried to attack the "evil god", but unfortunately failed, and since then he has turned into an "evil spirit" and slept underground until the emergence of the "Tianyin Sect...... (To be continued......)

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