What's the matter? What the hell is going on? How did the dream he created become what it is now? He has had this dream countless times over the years, and he already knows every grass, tree, brick and tile in this dream world, and this is basically the Qinglian Town in his memory. But now the town is twisting into madness, gradually turning into a huge labyrinth, and he has become a little mouse in the labyrinth, just like those guests who enter the basement of Mengtian Dynasty for the first time, and there will be a terrifying feeling in their hearts that they will never be able to leave when they step inside.

He retreated in horror and rushed down the stairs in one direction, gasping and running, but after an unknown number of turns, he was back in front of the door.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he turned and ran. He ran through this labyrinth like a soulless walking corpse, fleeing in terror every time he encountered a door. But he always came into contact with the creaking wooden doors, and there was a crushing sound of killing coming from the doors.

Yes, he was right, behind every door in this world, a drama of killing was being staged, and the man who was killed was a man named Meng Changfeng, his biological brother.

He crouched on the ground, clutching his ears and letting out a heart-rending roar, but there was no one around him, and no one answered him. He suddenly remembered that when he was very young, he and his brother lived in a bachelor's house in the town, Meng Changfeng liked to secretly turn on the light to read at night, but in order to save money on lamp oil, that man always took away the oil lamp in their house, and the room they lived in didn't even have a window, so every time Meng Changxuan woke up from a nightmare, he was faced with a boundless darkness. He trembled with fear that there were man-eating demons hiding in every corner of the darkness, and only the sound of his brother's breathing and heartbeat could make him realize that he was still alive. He pricked up his ears to listen to Meng Changfeng's breathing, stretched out his hand to grope Meng Changfeng's body, leaned his head on his chest, and listened to the steady heartbeat for a long time before he could settle down and fall asleep deeply.

He has been the kind of introverted and sensitive, sentimental boy since he was a child, and he feels that he will be abandoned by the world at any time, and the only thing in this world who will not abandon him is his brother. Now his childhood fears have finally come true, the world has abandoned him, he is trapped in a dream of his own making, and his brother has stopped breathing in the endless siege of the puppets. He suddenly realized what a terrible thing he had done, and now that there was finally no one in this world to accompany him, he was a lonely person, a veritable lonely ghost.

He screamed in terror, danced through the door like a madman, screamed and ripped the puppets away from the tub, threw himself into the vat of blood, and clung his brother, who was already cold, into his arms.

Meng Changfeng's body was densely covered with blood holes, but in those wounds, there was no blood oozing out, he looked so pale and thin, but so peaceful, like an old monk who had passed away. Meng Changxuan leaned close to his brother's chest to listen, the calm bouncing sound in his memory was gone, his chest was so silent, he suddenly remembered that it was he who pierced that heart.

There is no one in this world who can understand the fear that can dispel him, he shook Meng Changfeng like crazy, screaming in fear, the puppets of Yannu hovered around him, of course they don't feel fear, they are already dead.

The boy in the mountains who was imprisoned in the depths of his body suddenly began to cry, and the dual expressions of the childish and the sword ghost switched at high speed on Meng Changxuan's face.

He understood that he was not trapped in his dream, but in Meng Changfeng's dream. The Qinglian Town, which only existed in his memory, imprisoned the souls of him and his brother, and after so many years, he never left the town, and Meng Changfeng was not able to leave. The nightmares of the two brothers are so similar, the "nightmare" penetrates their consciousness, and also overlaps and fuses the two nightmares together, Meng Changfeng walked into his dream, and he also walked into Meng Changfeng's dream. He wandered in the rainy night of the Blue Curtain in a nightmare, waiting for his brother to come back to see him, and longing for revenge on his brother, his soul split by extremely twisted emotions, and two almost completely separate personalities existed in one shell.

And Meng Changfeng's nightmare happened repeatedly in this deep cellar, where he killed his own brother, and since then, he has never been able to get out. No matter how many times he fled, he would still go back to the cellar where he had killed his brother, and lie silently in the tub, imagining if he had died that night. So he was so stubborn about wanting to leave Leiyang County, the position of the head of the Grace Gate or the monstrous power didn't matter to him, he had lived in the pain of killing his younger brother for more than ten years of his life.

Now it was Meng Changxuan's turn to be trapped in this nightmare, and it was only at this moment that he realized how terrible his brother's nightmare was, it was a fundamentally indescribable sadness and fear, the kind of desperate loneliness where the whole world left him, which was far more unacceptable than his own nightmare.

Is this the price of justice? What a strong will, what a strong soul, can pay such a terrible price for the execution of justice?

Meng Changxuan has been living between two personalities for so many years, Meng Changxuan's personality longs for a reunion with his brother, and the personality of the Sword of Desecration is eager to take revenge on his brother, and finally the Sword of Desecration completely controls this body, imprisoning Meng Changxuan in the deepest part of his heart and completing his revenge.

But now the sword of blasphemy felt that he could not suppress the boy in his heart, the boy cried so desperately, the rich blood and the pain rose from the bottom of his heart to his throat, he couldn't stop vomiting blood, and at the same time couldn't help crying.

I finally won, won to nothing, and there was no one in this world whose breathing and heartbeat could make him sleep peacefully. This evil ghost put his face on Meng Changfeng's cold face, crying heartbreakingly, crying ridiculously sad.

"Brother, brother, don't leave me...... I will never fail to listen to you again...... Please...... Don't leave me......" he muttered, even with the personality of the sword ghost, the word "brother" was still so docile and gentle.

Breaking through the shackles, the consciousness of the mountain boy suddenly revived at this moment, and the personality of the Sword of Blasphemy was strong enough to fight against the evil emperor, but it disappeared in the bitter cry of the mountain boy.

Meng Changxuan slowly opened his eyes. He was still sitting in the middle of a pool of blood, holding the cold Meng Changfeng in his arms, and the torrential rain was falling heavily, washing the blood to the depths of the huge pit.

The "nightmare" was lifted the moment Meng Changxuan woke up, and the dream that the sword of blasphemy could not escape was easy for Meng Changxuan.

This is his simple self, the seventeen-year-old mountain boy, from beginning to end, this boy has never really hated anyone, so that nightmare can't trap him.

Meng Changfeng is still alive, the essence blood of the Blood Emperor has continued his life, but his heart has almost stopped, he was killed in the dream, and the strengthened body is still strong, but the muscles and organs of the whole body are weakening. The Xuanli smoke covering his face cracked, and blood-red tears slid down his hard, pale handsome face. There was a sad expression on this face that should never have appeared again, and you can imagine how great the sadness in his heart was. This monstrous grief distorted his face, and even the mystical power used to protect it cracked.

Meng Changxuan hugged his brother and cried mournfully, but unfortunately, he woke up too late, Meng Changfeng's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and his soul was about to dissipate, he didn't realize that his younger brother was here, and of course it was impossible to open his eyes to look at him.

He longed to meet his brother for so many years, but in the end, it was the sword of blasphemy, the devil who took everything from him.

A huge sword light fell from the sky, as if the magnificent lights on the stage illuminated the actors who hugged each other.

The lifting platform rumbled down, and the sword arrays around the platform all lit up, and the colorful sword light decorated the bottom of the humble giant pit like a royal stage. On that glittering stage, there were faint people dancing, as if celebrating something.

Meng Changxuan raised his head and looked at this bizarre scene blankly.

The dancers wore slim-fitting caftans with crisp jade belts and brightly colored capes. Surrounded by countless sword lights, he was so handsome and upright, he was simply a beautiful man with a good demeanor.

How could there be such a dancer in the world, so ecstatic in the face of such blood?

The lifting platform descended to the bottom of the giant pit, and the old man danced danced, stepping in a pool of blood, and gently revolving around Meng Changfeng and Meng Changxuan. On the white mask that Meng Changxuan was extremely familiar with, the evil ghost's smile became more and more kind and moving.

Meng Changxuan was so frightened that he almost screamed, but he couldn't make a sound as if he was frozen. Evil, this ghost that is impossible to kill and cannot be killed, was just crushed by Meng Changfeng a few breaths ago, but now he is dancing back in a well-dressed manner.

Evil bowed in front of Meng Changxuan, like a curtain call for a curtain call in front of the only audience.

"It's a pity! With such a wonderful performance, you are the only one who can enjoy the end of the show. He chuckled and said to Meng Changxuan, "But you should be honored, because you are the only one who can know this secret." ”

He slowly took off his mask, revealing the face that had silenced the entire Leiyang County.

"It's you! it's you!" Meng Changxuan exclaimed, as if he had witnessed the rebirth of the devil.

The person standing in front of him was the former sect master of the Evil Puppet Sect, a man who was regarded as a rival and friend by Chen Jianxian, and a former ally of the Sword of Blasphemy——— Tang Wuying.

Tang Wuying put on a mask, took off his mask again, put on a mask again, and took off his mask again, this moment he was a green-faced and red-toothed evil ghost, and the next moment he was a widowed and lonely old man, both very different faces were smiling, the evil ghost on the mask smiled so subtlely and subtlely, Tang Wuying smiled complacently.

He should have smiled more tactfully, but he was too happy to hide his smile, and on that face, the wrinkles stretched like the bark of a tree.

"It's you! it's you!" Meng Changxuan kept roaring.

The image of Tang Wuying and evil merged in Meng Changxuan's heart, and the layers of fog that shrouded this matter suddenly dissipated, and so many doubts became clear.

Tang Wuying and Evil both master the technology researched by the Evil Puppet Sect, they both raise blood puppets, they are both unknown people who can't find out their identities, only they can help each other, so that Evil can get the support of the Evil Puppet Sect and establish the Blasphemy, Evil has been tirelessly looking for the Evil Emperor for twenty years, but Tang Wuying is a person who has always been out of the situation. Tang Wuying is the former sect leader of the Evil Puppet Sect, because he is tired of the world and wants to escape from the red dust, one is a blasphemous leader, ambitious and wants to become holy, on the surface it seems that they have no connection point at all, but their actions are highly overlapping.

If Evil and Tang Wuying were the same person at all, then many things would make sense. But this assumption is too terrifying, two characters who are two hundred years apart, the only difference between them is only the mask?

"Surprised, isn't it? I like the look on your face when you're surprised. Tang Wuying's face was radiant, "My best disciple, I think you have already guessed a lot, but the complete truth can only be explained by me for you, with your limited vision, you can only guess a small part." Of course, I'd love to take a moment to explain it to you, because the road to heaven that no one knows is so lonely. He smiled, shaking his head, "Although I will soon have to endure loneliness, because every living being above the Holy Heaven is lonely, and this is the disadvantage of power. ”

Meng Changxuan hugged Meng Changfeng and retreated to the corner, in his eyes, Tang Wuying without a mask was much more terrifying than the evil of wearing a mask, no matter how bright he smiled, he was like a smiling tiger, always revealing a ferocity that would pounce and eat people at any time.

"That's right, Tang Wuying and Evil are the same person, but one wears a mask and the other doesn't wear a mask. I am your master and your ally, I command the blasphemy, and I command the evil puppet sect. You are too unambitious, and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been able to find the Evil Emperor for another 10,000 years. It is I who taught you to hate each other and fight each other, so that you will do whatever it takes to find the Evil Emperor, because neither of you wants the Evil Emperor to fall into the hands of the other. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Meng Changxuan's voice was hoarse.

"My name, prick up your ears and listen, this is the name of the person who once stood at the top of this continent!!Heavenly Evil!!I am the Evil Emperor!I am the Evil Emperor that you have always wanted to find and kill!!" Tang Wuying laughed arrogantly, laughing so unscrupulously and fighting in all directions.

He picked up the demon knife abandoned by the brothers from the ground, and with just a few actions, he changed from an old teahouse shopkeeper to an evil emperor who ruled the world. He had lived for too long with the identity of the Evil Emperor, and the marks caused to him by either Tang Wuying or Evil had faded, but the momentum of the Evil Emperor was deeply imprinted in his soul. His every move was that supreme being, but he was so delicately disguised as an old man who was struggling to breathe. Maybe he is the best actor, a better actor than Meng Changxuan.

Now it is more appropriate to call him the Evil Emperor Heavenly Evil.

Heavenly Evil took out a wine jug from his cuff, opened it and took a sip violently: "This story starts with my encounter with that man named Jian Wuxue, who is really a powerful man, the only man in this world who can defeat me, I still think of him from time to time to this day, I really miss him." He unfastened his shirt, revealing a scar on his left chest, "though he shot his sword at my heart and almost killed me." But luckily my heart was on the right, and those seven swords only pierced my chest. ”

"It was two thousand years ago, the year when Tianhe descended on the vast continent, he returned from Tongtianyue, saying that he had seen a little girl. "Heavenly Evil's voice was full of remembrance," he said, "The identity of that little girl is very unusual, and it may allow us to step into the realm of the Holy Mystery Realm. That girl is the Blood Emperor, and the Sword Emperor without blood is the Sword Emperor. ”

"But you said that the Blood Emperor was brought out by the Evil Emperor. Meng Changxuan hugged his dying brother tightly, and despite the extreme fear, he still wanted to know what was hidden behind this conspiracy.

"It's a lie, more than 2,000 years have passed, no one knows about it at all, I can just make up a lie. I have two identities, Chen Jianxian's information was obtained through Tang Wuying, and Chen Jianxian's words will be confirmed by Chen Jianxian, and vice versa, so you are both convinced of each other. "Heavenly Evil said lightly," Jian Wuxue showed me the strength of that girl, and pointed out that the girl was just a person abandoned here by a Supreme Being, he showed me all the information he had gathered, showed me the subtleties of the Blood Emperor's blood, and went with me to the traces of the sky, and the turbulent and endless heavenly river burst out of that hole, and I saw the red galaxy in the sky, and countless powers that made us tremble emanated from that hole, and it was a master above all beings, an invincible existence. ”

"The more I wander on the Tianhe River repeatedly, the more convinced I am of the existence of that master, and I also agree with his plan, if you want to ascend to the throne of the world, you must start with the Blood Emperor. But in order to achieve that goal, we must eliminate the toxicity of the Blood Emperor's blood, and the Lord did not leave us this method, in the eyes of the Master, we are all just ants, why should the Lord of the World elevate the ants to the same powerful existence as himself? But it still leaves us a glimmer of chance, the only glimmer of chance for us, and that is the Blood Emperor himself. If you want to get this kind of power, you need to pay a huge price, and that is the life of another emperor. ”

"At this moment, the sword was bloodless, and the powerful man struck me in the back. Yes, if you want to get that kind of power, what is the life of an old friend? That fight was really fierce, the two of us fought for dozens of days, from the sky to the earth, from the ocean to the mountains, that man controlled the seven swords, almost equal to invincible in the same realm, plus because I was attacked by a sneak attack, I was really not his opponent. But Sword Bloodless still underestimated me, how could I not leave a back hand? That back hand was the Blood Emperor, I took advantage of that momentary gap to control her with my divine soul. Tianxiao sighed faintly, "Until now, I am also very happy, whether it is my unique understanding and use of the divine soul, or the extremely low psychological age of the Blood Emperor, including when I was cornered, we appeared at the foot of Tongtianyue Mountain, the time and place are favorable, I can't survive without any of them, the sword qi without blood is too powerful, even my divine soul will be completely shattered by him." ”

"At the moment when the Seven Swords pierced my heart with the Seven Swords of the Bloodless Sword, the Blood Emperor's intervention saved me and allowed me to survive by luck. At that time, I was almost in a certain death situation, as long as the evil source did not die, I was immortal, but also as long as the evil source was mortally wounded, I would also die, and the sword was bloodless and knew my weakness. But there is no one in the world who is above me, and this can make a big difference at a critical moment. In a short moment, I harnessed the spirit out of my body, and then burrowed into the already dead body of the sword. ”

"But I also paid a terrible price for this, because I lost my body, and my bloodless body was too strong, and it took me a long time to completely control it, and during this time I was basically like a waste. Jian Wuxue betrayed me and wanted to inherit my inheritance, he wanted to turn me into his food, and if he ate me and then ate the Blood Emperor, he would really become stronger. But in the end, I ate him, and I was the one who stood at the top of all beings. But I didn't have the strength to touch the Blood Emperor anymore, so I thought of a plan, a plan that can be said to be perfect, I sank my body into the abyss of the Heavenly River, and placed the Blood Emperor there, and with my last strength, as the Evil Emperor, I gave an order to the Evil Puppet Sect, asking them to take the Blood Emperor back to the sect. I also found a jade slip that Jian Wuxue used to write down the babies that hatched in the Xuan Circle, and how it turned one human after another into monsters. Heavenly Evil smiled, "That guy is really amazing, I can't compare with him, once a person who sticks to the right path falls into evil, he will be even crazier than a truly evil person!"

"Next, I lurked in the deepest part of Leiyang County, I didn't trust anyone, I gradually controlled his body, and I looked for what the sword was left behind without blood. Eventually, I found a Xuan Array, an old and dilapidated cave, half of which he had transformed into a place to cultivate blood golems, which stored the essence blood he had obtained from the Blood Emperor, and there were also methods on how to use it. I'm so happy that he has done everything well and set the stage for me to ascend to the throne of the world. How can such a great plan not be carried out to the end?My dear friend Jian Wuxue, the work he has not completed will be completed by me!But my most important and greatest creation is not in that cave shrouded in the Xuan Array, do you know what it is?" Heavenly Evil stared at Meng Changxuan's distracted eyes and smiled so happily, "There are two things I am most proud of, one is the blood banner used to absorb the power of the Blood Emperor, and the other is the creation of you two brothers!"

"We ......," Meng Changxuan said hoarsely.

Originally...... It turns out that they are all things created by the Evil Emperor, and they are created by the Heavenly Evil himself, that is to say...... The Evil Emperor was his father! The successive shocks made Meng Changxuan's mind go blank.