Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with the cheerful brilliance of childhood, recalling that he was the youngest in the school, and the master was never a strict person, and the senior brother and sister were extremely tolerant and fond of him, the youngest junior brother.

Even if he stole into the Forbidden Pavilion, he was not punished or even blamed, and sometimes he thought that if he had known that he had stolen into the Forbidden Pavilion, the master or senior brother could have treated him more severely, maybe he would not have been obsessed with it all the time, and maybe he would not have spent his life on a small wooden cart with his legs by mistake.

In fact, for Xiaoyao, what he fears most in his heart is the little senior sister who is sometimes gentle and sometimes serious, sometimes happy and sometimes poignant, her name is Yaoguang, and Yaoguang is also a sword.

He couldn't forget the smiling little sister, and he couldn't forget the beautiful figure when the red dress danced in the wind.

Thinking of everything that had been, he couldn't help but smile very happily, that was also the luck of his life, although later he was physically disabled, confined to the small wooden cart for life, but he never resented, those days are still the happy times that he can never forget in his life.

This is probably the biggest reason why he is still in the sunshine when he is in hell now.

He raised his head and looked at the blue and black stone wall above his head, and said to himself: "Mr. Shizuxi's cultivation is transcendent, and he can create such a world, I'm afraid there are not many people in the history of Huanghuang Qing, but what kind of person is this big devil who is imprisoned here? Is it true that there are so many places in the world that can be used to suppress monsters, and he wants to spend his cultivation to create a chessboard world, is it really just to imprison him?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, but all this seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

"Even if he is a monster who has not been born for a thousand years, he has become like this, and the people he cares about are no longer alive, even if there are tens of millions of living beings in this world, what does it have to do with me?"

"What a person with nine tricks, it's just about me, even if you want to go for a hundred years or more, I'm afraid you won't get anything......" The old voice reappeared.

"I've been thinking that you won't be nameless and nameless if you can make the local ancestor so jealous, but as long as there are some famous people in the temples and temples before and after five hundred years, I have thought about it carefully, and I really can't find any deeds about you......" Xiaoyao stroked his fingers, and his whole person became more and more transparent, as if he would disappear at any time.

The voice smiled, laughing desolate and ancient, and then said: "This is probably the reason why you can't find out who I am, but now these don't seem to be so important to you, you still need to care more about yourself, if one day I am gone, this chessboard world will also overturn, and then you will also be gone......"

"Then I want to thank you, to be honest, I am looking forward to that day, I have long lived enough days like this......" Xiaoyao said not to be outdone.

He was silent for a moment, and seemed to be struggling with it.

"Maybe the ancestor wouldn't have thought that the chessboard world he created with the overhaul would have such a sinful nature......"

He looked at everything around him in a daze, every place was real but illusory, he pulled the guqin beside him that had fallen a lot of dust, his fingers gently plucked, the guqin made a simple sound, with no music, but just the sound can know that this qin is not extraordinary.

"Everything seems so real, but the truth is never as simple as the eyes seem......" he breathed deeply, as if it was extremely difficult to say this.

"In

Here, the flowers and plants are fragrant, the snow is white, and the strange peaks and trees are everywhere, even more wonderful and beautiful than any other place in the world......"

"Isn't that bad?" the voice said.

"Good ......," Xiaoyao sneered.

"That's what you're looking for, right?" he asked coldly.

Then, without waiting for the voice to answer, he continued: "You still can't understand the truth of what I have experienced for so many years? In this seemingly beautiful world, apart from the extremely brutal creatures of the Stygian Fish, there is not even a second kind of living thing, because this blurred world as far as the eye can see is essentially a netherworld, and a person who cultivates to a strong can replenish and nourish himself by sucking the souls of the weak, so that the strong can become more powerful, while the weak have no place to live, and eventually become a nourishment for someone or even to maintain this world......"

"The reason why I was able to nourish the remnant soul is precisely the reason, this is not your own creation, but the essence of the chessboard world!"

The voice was eerily silent, not knowing what it was thinking.

"What if you know, you can't even control your own fate, do you still want to change a world?" the voice became extremely harsh when it reappeared.

Xiaoyao sneered, but he could only remain silent at the moment, he lowered his head to look at the young man who had been frozen in ice, and looked at the air currents that were constantly moving around his body and gradually emerged.

He spread out his palms and stroked the cold ice, his gaze suddenly became hot, as if he was attracted by some great temptation.

At this time, his heart fluctuated greatly, once upon a time, he was raised by the grace of the master, and then he worshipped the master as a teacher, and was with his brothers and sisters all day long, at that time he didn't know what kind of existence the master was in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't know that the master or even any of the brothers and sisters were immortal figures envied by the world.

It wasn't until many years later, when the senior brother left the floating mountain with all the sect members, to end an era when the chaos had been too long and the people of the world had been displaced for too long, that he knew that as soon as they came out of the mountain, it was enough to affect the general trend of the world.

At that time, he was already sitting on a small wooden cart, facing a chessboard all day.

Senior brother's general trend in the world lies in the chaotic world for a long time, but his general trend in the world is on the chessboard.

He even forgot when those good days began to fall into the abyss, who took a step away, or who said something more, or fell into a chess piece that should not have fallen?

As he stared at it, he thought, if this world is a big game of chess, then who is the chess piece, and who is the chess player?

Perhaps, those people in history and their characters hidden outside history are just pawns.

Xiaoyao shook his head, he knew that now was not the time to think about these things, because the wisp of remnant soul he had left was extremely weak, if it weren't for the appearance of Luobei, he would have even made up his mind to die, but the sudden appearance of this young man gave him the desire to live.

What could nourish a broken soul better than the soul of a young man?

A look of warmth, indifference, sorrow, pity and unbearability flashed in his carefree eyes.

Such complex emotions didn't last long, maybe a slight desire for life still prevailed, even if it was to hurt a young and fresh life, sometimes it was at the expense, because when he couldn't even care about himself, how could he pity the lives of others

"I'm not a fucking saint!"

This is a phrase he said back then, and it is the best way to describe himself now.

Sometimes, in the face of life and death, it is better to reflect what is human and what is human nature.

Because the vast majority of people in this world will be bound by morality and etiquette, and only at the critical moment of life and death will all morality become false.

Xiaoyao suddenly closed his eyes, his face seemed to be extremely solemn, but soon his whole person was surrounded by a dreamlike light, and his cheeks turned into a pale-white color, and there was no trace of flesh and blood to be seen.

Then, when his entire body was almost transparent, two huge, crystalline cicada-like wings slowly stretched out behind him.

The thin, almost transparent wings flapped slightly, like a butterfly that had just woken up from hibernation, and the moment it broke out of its cocoon, it was full of curiosity and longing for the world in front of it.

The wings enveloped his snow-white cheeks, and he seemed to be an insect wrapped in a thick cocoon, waking up at the moment, not even ready to open his eyes to see the world in front of him that was different from the one in his dreams.

Is the difference between reality and dreams too illusory or too realistic?

He sensed that the origin of the big devil hidden in this world and sealed in the chessboard world by his master must be extraordinary, and he also figured out the essence of the Blurry Mustard Seed Space, in his heart, whether it was this magical space or that big devil, it was all sinful, and even made him faintly disgusted.

However, he can't really die with him, it's not that he can't give up his life, but he really has too many things that he is not willing to give, and he is smart but he doesn't see through the world.

Seeing through the nature of this world, using some special exercises, and replenishing and nourishing his broken soul with the weak and fresh life that he strayed into it, he looked forward to the day when he could see the light of day again.

At that time, he still has people to find, and things to accomplish, and when he wishes, he will return here, kneel in front of the corpses of innocent beings who died at his hands, and then die with the great devil.

He believed that he had that kind of ingenuity and that kind of determination.

At this time, he raised his head and looked overhead, as if he could look through the pitch-black rocks above him to the starry sky beyond.

No more struggles, no more hesitations.

The two crystal wings like cicada wings spread out suddenly, making him look like a huge butterfly that wanted to fly out of the cave, but in fact, although the wings were spread, they did not mean to spread their wings and fly, but slowly stretched out towards Luobei in the ice.

Luobei in the ice was extremely peaceful, and his whole body was wrapped in a cyan breath, and the cyan gas seemed to be flowing around him like life, and he seemed to want to break through the siege of the ice, but the ice was so thick that no matter how he struggled, it would be useless.

The cicada wings stretched out towards the ice, and at the very tip there was a sharp ice-pick-like bonet, and these two hard bones just stayed on both sides of Luobei's chest, which was about the location of the Tianchi Cave.

Two sharp bones were placed on the ice, easily breaking through the ice and penetrating deep into it.

The cicada's wings immediately became more crystal clear and more transparent.

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