What follows seems to be exactly the same plot, the Taoist chief sees Yun Casual cooking porridge in the house, and when she goes out again, her grandfather is already dead, and then the weirdo who looks exactly like him reaches out and gouges out her heart directly.

He tried to break the cycle, but no matter how fast he ran, he always saw the exact same scene when he arrived, and then the clouds randomly appeared behind him. He also tried to go in the exact opposite direction, but eventually he would return to the same place. After a few rounds, the Taoist almost collapsed. He was already numb to the sight of the strange man pulling out Yun's heart, and even had the heart to take a closer look at how he did it.

"No, what am I doing!" he froze for a moment, grabbing his hair vigorously. This place is so eerie, I don't know how long it has been outside, but here there is no sign of darkness, and the snow is still falling, and there seems to be no end in sight.

What the hell is wrong?, he crouched down and thought carefully. Now all she could touch was the snow on the ground, so could she kill the strange man with a snowball? She had tried to smash the clouds with a snowball at will, but the snowball passed through her body, which was also expected.

"No, I have to calm down, this array seems to be trying to tell me something......"

As long as it is a formation, then there must be an eye. But there doesn't seem to be anything strange about it here except for the weirdo......

Yes, that weirdo, the one who looks exactly like me!

It wasn't the grandfather who killed the Taoist at all that day, but everything was disrupted in this array. Only his presence is the strangest!

Thinking so, he immediately stood up and walked casually in one direction. Because he knew that no matter where he went, he would eventually come to the location of the strange man, as if he had been waiting for the Taoist all along. Sure enough, he appeared in front of him. The Taoist did not hesitate, and walked over quickly, he walked faster and faster, and finally walked directly out of a desperate meaning, and punched the strange man as he grinned at the corpse on the ground—

This punch was holding back all his anger, impartiality and pity Xiangyu directly hit his face, what he didn't expect was that he felt as if he had hit a strange thing. - I obviously felt it, but after the fight, it disappeared completely. He withdrew his fist in disbelief, and something fell lightly in midair, and he reached out, and a feather fell into his hand.

It was a feather of a crane, his own.

The Dao Leader suddenly shook his whole body and suddenly opened his eyes. He involuntarily began to gasp for air, as exhausted as if a drowning man had just been fished out of the water. The surroundings were unchanged, and this was still his room. A few glimmers of light came through the cracks in the window, and it seemed that it was not yet bright outside.

He looked down at his hand, which was empty, but the touch of the feather was still palpable.

It was too real, the feeling of fatigue, the chill of the snowflakes falling on his shoulders, and he even felt that the cold on his body had not eased. Dao Changke was annoyed by this person who made the formation, he stood up, pushed open the door and strode out. Rong He was still asleep at this time, and the Taoist chief hesitated for a while without waking him up, and he turned around in the Taoist temple and came to the front of a pavilion.

This pavilion has no name and no surname, and later because of Rong He's strong protest, he wrote five big characters on the door: "Messy Pavilion". It was full of secret records of the Dharma scrolls he had brought down from the Old Heavenly Court, various magic weapons, and some strange books that he had compiled when he was young. Since no one has been cleaning it for too long, there is a thick layer of dust inside. As soon as he pushed the door, dust rushed to his face, and he recited a trick in time to not let the dust hit his head.

If the Taoist is in a good mood, he may already be cleaning. But he was obviously in a bad mood now, and the worse he was, the more he liked to use spells, and he didn't even want to climb the building by himself, so he flew up and landed steadily in front of a bookshelf.

There are about 10,000 volumes of books in this "messy building", but they are very messy. He stretched out his hand, and one of them automatically flew into the palm of his hand, slowly opening it.

The book has no name, and was copied by himself hundreds of years ago. The Taoist still feels a little surprised when he thinks about it now, did he know hundreds of years ago that he would be trapped one day?

“...... Dreams, those who are unknown, are confused by the unknown. Nightmare, from the ghost. Nightmares are not illegal, they are heartfelt. Therefore, the scenes seen in the dream are all real scenes, and the people you meet in the dream are all your own if they are described as the same as yourself. ”

The Taoist chief was stunned for a moment, and turned the book over and over several times before he was sure that he was not mistaken. What does this mean? Could it be that the strange person I saw in my dream was myself?

He shuddered at the thought of the strange man's smile. It's fine if someone else is so small, but this person looks no different from himself, which is particularly terrifying.

No wonder I had a sense of familiarity when I saw him. It's not the familiarity of the appearance, but—

It's envy, it's the kind of surprise, envy, and deep jealousy that I see a person who is exactly like myself, doing what I always want to do in my heart.

You must know that if the Taoist does not become a god, he is also a demon. And the nature of demons is that they naturally like to kill, and they like the pleasure of seeing blood.

No wonder I was so angry in the end, and I could have dealt so hard. The faint thought in my mind is actually - why can you be the one who digs people's hearts?

He thought he didn't like it.

The Taoist read the words he had written in ten lines, and then threw the book aside like a hot potato. He sneered and said to himself in his heart: "What the hell, nonsense." ”

But his body slowly leaned against the bookshelf, and his face began to turn unusually pale. He knew in his heart that this nightmare was actually an omen, that his catastrophe was coming, every time. Sanctification in the form of a demon is an extremely difficult thing, but this time it is different from the past, he really thinks that he will die.