Ye Yu was mentally prepared, and continued to climb forward, there was no scorching sun, no bright moon, no warm majesty, some were just lonely, the young man was alone in the dead space, leaving countless stone ladders behind, and countless stone ladders appeared in front of him, the road was long and long, and he was persistent in climbing, if someone else climbed alone in this dead space, he would encounter countless dry bones along the way, and he would definitely be scared to tremble his feet, look back and run wildly, and then be buried by the dust of the years, but Ye Yu was extremely resolute, he had been in the Sinking Demon Valley for nearly two years, and his heart had long been accustomed to loneliness。

The long time flowed beside the young man, the young man walked lonely on the stone stairs, the years were pressed here, the young man walked all the way to rest, the quiet space gave him an environment for meditation and thinking, he silently outlined the two ancient paintings under the stone stairs with the road patterns in the sea of gods, those smooth lines were like a pattern imprinted in his heart, full of mystery, full of mystery.

This is a process of enlightenment, a long time, unconsciously grinding a thick layer of cocoons under the feet, the white cloth wrapped around it is forgotten somewhere, the dragon in the jade bottle has no movement, the young man walks like this, feeling the breath of the vicissitudes of time, the ancient picture under the stone ladder of enlightenment, and feeling the Tao in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, the young man's hand began to move, a stroke, invisible and colorless, but the young man saw that stroke in his heart, Nirvana brushwork outlined a corner of the ancient scroll, and then painted again and again, and drawn, a few hours later, a touch of arc appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, he smiled and nodded with satisfaction, a series of pictures under the stone ladder have been traced in his heart, although there is a Dao array here, can not use spiritual power, spells, but the young man knows very well in his heart that his Dao pattern technique has improved again, he is happy to start deducing the flowing ancient scroll in his heart again。

It is still a lonely figure, it is still a long ladder, it is still a waving two fingers, he smiled heartily, and traced all the two ancient scrolls in his heart, it is very quiet here, just suitable for enlightenment, and now he wants to make a painting by himself, a painting of his own, a painting of intertwined patterns.

Time passed quietly, Ye Yu had a picture of his own mountains and rivers in his heart, where there were all kinds of flowers and plants in the garden of Dingshan Wangfu, the majestic pavilions of Qingyang Mountain, the waterfalls flowing down by the Evian Bridge, the hanging stone bridges in the Sinking Demon Valley, the towering ancient trees in the jungle outside Motu Mountain, and the thatched houses in Xiaojia Village...... At last he stopped, he wanted to draw a pair of girl's eyes into it, but suddenly his heart trembled, and a desolate feeling ran through his whole body, and he couldn't put pen to paper.

Ye Yu stopped, barefoot, those scars had already condensed into blood scabs, looking towards the huge mountain wall, then he saw the change, and unconsciously walked through this stone staircase, and the pair of black shoes at the bottom had disappeared outside the rotating stone staircase.

Ye Yu looked up and looked at the hanging platform shrouded in blue light, and then the defects on the stone ladder were very mysterious, Ye Yu hesitated for a while and continued to climb up, when he stepped on the stone ladder with the first step, the young man's feet seemed to touch something soft, and the moment he looked down, Ye Yu froze at his feet It turned out to be a simple magic weapon, and his body was shrouded in a layer of red light, and there was a half-foot-long small sword in the red light.

The young man stared at the quaint little sword carefully, the whole body was entwined with dragon patterns, and the breath was mysterious, but there were extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuations generated from above, the young man lowered his body, raised his hand to reach out, and suddenly an extremely powerful suction force burst out from the red light, as if to suck him in, the jade pendant on Huo Di's neck bloomed with white light, and the dazzling white light rushed to the red light, the red light dimmed instantly, and in a blink of an eye, the small sword on the stone ladder disappeared, leaving only the calm stone ladder.

Ye Yu was shocked and slowly came to his senses: "What is the test here?What is a small sword to illustrate?" The young man's expression became very serious, and he immediately raised his head and looked at the mysterious stone staircase in front of him, "This place is full of temptation, it is a challenge to concentration!"

When he figured out the source of the difficulty, many problems would be solved, Ye Yu smiled faintly and strode up, and sure enough, he bumped into countless immortal treasures, but the young man already knew that no matter how brilliant the magic weapon was, it was not worth his look, and he continued to stride up!

The young man looked at the suspended platform a few feet away, stepped forward, and the next moment he was dumbfounded, everyone had a memory in their hearts that they did not dare to mention fear and fear, and they were not allowed to be touched, because that time, the memory was too cruel and too painful, Ye Yu looked at the scene in front of him and somehow he actually arrived at the Demon Wolf Pass, to be precise, the Demon Wolf Pass twelve years ago.

He heard the earth-shattering shouts of killing, he saw Mu Zijing wielding a long whip and fighting hard to kill the Qi army, he saw a little boy lying on the city tower lying on the ground, his eyes were full of tears, that child was him twelve years ago, the memory of twelve years ago appeared clearly in front of him again, the city tower was crowded with dense Qi troops, they roared, shouting and forging ahead!

His father Hao Lianrong rode a big white wolf to fight with the black armor man, and suddenly the surging anger ignited in the young man's chest, and the most fearful memories that had been hidden in his heart all these years revived with the monstrous war again, and swept clearly in front of his eyes, his teeth were chattering, and his whole body was trembling!

Ye Yu kept his composure and told himself that it was just an illusion, but the anger rolling in his heart was irrepressible at this time, and his eyes looked coldly at Qi Bing, looking at the black-armored man who was fighting with Hao Lianrong!

His hatred, his resentment roared in the bottom of his heart, and a voice shouted in the bottom of his heart: "Revenge!"

Ye Yu stared coldly at the black-armored man in the distance, his eyes were blood-red, his expression was terrifying and hideous, and his face was also distorted under the stimulation of anger, "No, it's not true, it's just an illusion!" Suddenly he roared up to the sky, forcibly broke free from this state, and turned his head indifferently and stopped looking.

A silent autumn forest, the leaves are falling in the bleak fall, the autumn mood is very strong, the bloody remnant sun gives this autumn forest a layer of xia clothes, it looks very quiet and beautiful, at this time a horse galloped on the avenue in the forest, the sound of horses' hooves broke through the originally quiet autumn forest, the haggard woman on the horse was dressed in golden armor and looked into the distance with empty eyes, snuggled up to a little boy in front of her, the little boy looked at the pale woman in distraction, the woman's tears fell and hit his hand, the little hand was gently raised and put to his mouth, the small mouth licked slightly with the tears on his hand, and the little boy's tears also came out。

Ye Yu looked at the pain in his heart, that pain was like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, his tears did not flow out, maybe they had dried up at that time.

After a long time, the woman in the battle armor jumped off the war horse and helped the little boy down, resting under a big tree, suddenly six mysterious people appeared behind the big tree, sneered gloomily, and immediately fought with the woman in one place, a sword slashed the woman's body, she fell in a pool of blood, shouting: "Ye Yu, run ...... quickly"

The heart-rending memory appeared in front of the young man's eyes, his mother fell in a pool of blood, but he couldn't do anything, the pain and despair were entangled in his heart, condensed into a spark of hatred, and sparked into every corner of his body, rolling blood flowed rapidly in his body, Ye Yu's eyes were sharp and looked at the scene that happened in front of him, and it was extremely real to reproduce.

He hates! He hates Yan Yunqing's black-armored man in disguise, he hates the killer of Yanyulou, he hates the soldiers of Qi State, and he hates Mu Zixuan!

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