"Kill me, kill me and you'll wake up, I've already died once, and it's okay to die again. Xiao Luo seemed to be afraid that her voice would be too low, so she repeated what she had said.

She asked Su Wu to kill her, and said that the world was all fake.

These words quickly exploded in Su Wu's mind, making him dizzy and unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Everything is fake, and all happiness is in vain.

Xiao Luo in Su Wu's dream always knew that all this was a dream bubble, but she still wanted to spend more time with him.

Because she likes Su Wu, and it is also the nightmare that Su Wu can't erase deep in her heart.

This false world is only not the most profound one hidden in Su Wu's inner world.

But now the girl has torn all this to pieces with her own hands, turning all the illusions in Su Wu's heart into nothingness.

Xiao Luo's soft and watery white palm had a shiny dagger at some point, and his slender five fingers tightly grasped the blade, and the scarlet hot blood slowly fell to the ground bit by bit.

Su Mu, who has always been sharp and delicate, soon noticed the vision of the two.

"Ah Wu, what are you doing, it's late at night, hurry up and send the girl's house back. ”

It's a pity that Su Wu's ears can't hear the slightest sound except Xiao Luo's voice, his hand shook and trembled for a long time and finally held the handle of the knife, but he didn't dare to insert the knife into Xiao Luo's body.

After noticing the strangeness, Su Mu quickly walked over to them.

The first thing she saw was blood still steaming on the ground, and she screamed in a lost voice.

"Ah......h

The screams turned into whimpering halfway through, and then the woman who had been worried about her son for half her life could no longer speak.

Xiao Luo took advantage of Su Wu's distraction for a moment to hold the dagger in her hand again, and the moment Su Mu approached, she seemed to use all her strength to insert the dagger into the woman's heart.

Then strings of crystal tears flowed from the corners of her blood-stained eyes, and the tears fell to the ground one by one, mixing with the blood.

Su Wu, who was stunned like a papaya, finally seemed to wake up, he roared wildly at the girl like a lone wolf, and snatched the knife from the girl's hand.

Su Youtian, who has always been honest and steady, watched his wife fall in a pool of blood, but he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Useless is a scholar.

These people who usually only talk and write often love vanilla and revere the way of sages and sages, but when the real life and death come, they panic like a stupid cat running around.

"You're a piece of shit. Su Wu, who had completely lost his mind, raised his knife, but it was not Xiao Luo, but Su Youtian.

In the three years that Su Youtian left, Su Wu spent time watching his mother Wu Xuemei get up early and be greedy for darkness, and in the three years that he can remember best, there was no trace of that man.

Now the poor woman, who had worked hard all her life, was dead, and the man was as timid as a shivering kitten.

Su Wu couldn't see the slightest sadness on his face, he could only feel his outright timidity, which made him feel angry.

The rage had completely controlled Su Wu from head to toe. He didn't have the means to think about it too much.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the bloody dagger he was holding in his hand had disappeared at some point.

"Wu Er...... Ahem......"

Half-awake and half-dreaming, Su Wu's ears that were still dripping blood seemed to hear a very distant faint call.

When he heard the sound completely clearly, the man had also fallen, and he realized that his dagger had been plunged deep into the man's head.

In this dream, Su Wu seems to have infinite strength that he doesn't usually have.

Su Youtian couldn't believe that his son would hurt him before he finally lost his breath.

The man finally fell asleep forever before he could close his eyes, his gradually bloodshot expression had frozen, but Su Wu could still see something in it—cold despair.

"Kill me, it's all going to end, and in your dreams, you can kill everything at will. ”

"Wake up from your dream, your master is still waiting for you. "Xiao Luo in Su Wu's dream actually knows everything that happened in the dream.

She said that the biggest demon in Su Wu's nightmare, as long as she was killed, Su Wu's dream this time would achieve the best result.

The purpose of introducing him into the dream was also to let him completely kill this girl from the dream, only in this way could Su Wu become the most perfect Mortal Realm cultivator in history, laying a perfect foundation for his future cultivation.

But Su Wu's last blade was not pointed at Wu Xuemei, but at himself.

He closed his eyes and prepared to wake up.

The knife cut into the body, but it was not his body that cut in, but Xiao Luo's body.

Xiao Luo got into his arms at the last moment and blocked the last knife for him.

In the last moment of her consciousness withering, she said the last words to Su Wu.

"Only by killing all of them can you wake up and let me go, and the last one to die will be the real you. ”

After the words fell, the girl lay in Su Wu's arms forever.

She closed her eyes with a faint smile on her face.

Although he already knew that all this was just an illusion, sadness still hit him like a tide.

He hugged Xiao Luo's body, which had slowly cooled down, and cried wildly.

Su Wu cried and cried and fell asleep again.

......

"Disciple, it took so many days for you to break through the realm of metamorphosis, and there is no way to teach the teacher. ”

"But being able to wake up is also a great blessing for our master and apprentice, hehe. ”

Su Wu, who had just recovered his consciousness, first heard the vicissitudes of the old man's voice.

He finally returned to the small bamboo bed in the bamboo hut, and beside the bed sat the master he was most familiar with.

The first thing Su Wu did when he woke up was not to speak, but to gasp for breath, and some of the things that happened in the dream made him almost collapse.

This is the end of all this, and Su Wu walked out of this hellish dream with all his luck. Now he can be regarded as a cultivator who has already entered the Mortal Realm.

Su Wu could feel a layer of slimy foul-smelling substance on his body, which was the dirt that had been left in his body, and now it was all washed away in his sleep.

This phenomenon is called marrow washing, and it is the last hurdle in the process of a cultivator's transformation. After passing this pass, the cultivator can really enter the threshold of the monastic realm. ”

"The whole process of washing the marrow is the process of washing out all the meridians in the mortal body and all the miscellaneous things in the five internal organs. ”

"The more complicated it is, the farther the ascetic will be able to go on the path of monasticism in the future. ”

People couldn't help but see the look of doubt in Su Wu's eyes, so he spoke out to guide him.

"And what am I doing?" asked Su Wu.

"Perfect marrow-washing. I couldn't help but answer four words.

"Then can I go out and see the scenery outside?"

"No, boy, you haven't mastered the old man's domineering qi, strength, and the true qi in your body is still too weak. ”

Hearing this, Su Wu subconsciously felt what extraordinary changes had occurred in his body.

He stood up, and instantly felt a certain light aura flowing through his body. This breath flowed tirelessly in his meridians, with a cold warmth, making him feel extremely refreshed.

Then he began to try to walk, and since then he has captured a strange feeling.

There was an extra gas between his feet and the ground, and this breath made him walk as if he were stepping on a cloud, without any effort.

Then he placed his palm on the wall of the bamboo house, and found that although his palm did not touch the wall, it seemed to be glued to it. He climbed up the beam with ease like a gecko, and stood on the beam without feeling the slightest sway.

Enough for him to leap off the high beams and get his feet back on the ground.

From then on, Su Wu did not make the slightest sound, let alone stir up half a piece of dust.