That step seemed to be struggling forward in the darkness, everything around him was fleeting, and the darkness was wave after wave, and he was left behind in an instant, but it seemed endless. And there was more darkness ahead, boundless and endless, and that moment seemed to condense the years of a lifetime.

He Yinuo opened his eyes vigorously, but found that everything around him seemed to be condensed by darkness, except for a few ghostly fires, it was pitch black and cold, He Yinuo felt that his body seemed to be stiff at this moment, as if his body had been frozen for a long, long time.

He moved his body, but found that he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and while he moved his arm, he heard the sound of "bang-la-la" like a clash of iron cables, and he wanted to take a few steps, but found that his feet had been firmly trapped by heavy chains!

He wanted to stand up, but found that his whole body had no strength, and he suddenly felt inadvertently that the aura of cultivation on his body seemed to have dropped to nothingness, and his cultivation was gone!!

He Yinuo looked around and roared loudly, "Where am I??What happened??"

It's just that before he finished speaking, a strong headache suddenly swept over, He Yinuo knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, the pain seemed to be heartbreaking, surging, He Yinuo's body trembled in the struggle.

And at this moment, pictures of memories suddenly flashed in He Yinuo's mind, and he endured the severe pain and tried his best to grasp all the memories.

A majestic voice echoed in his head.

"The disciple of the Mochizuki Sect, He Yinuo, violated the first article of the Mochizuki Sect Scroll, and he must not kill his fellow disciples, and if he violated the eighty-eighth article of the Mochizuki Sect, he must not commit the following crimes!"

"On the occasion of these two items, the sin is unforgivable, now, I judge you in the name of the deputy sect master of the Mochizuki Sect, and imprison you in the deep sea prison of the Mochizuki Sect for eternity, and you will not see the light of day again in this life, and abolish all your cultivation!!"

Then He Yinuo felt that his whole body was like an electric shock, and in an instant he seemed to have exhausted the strength of his life, and he even faintly felt that he couldn't even clench his fists, which was a feeling of weakness that he had never had in his life, so weak that even his wheezing was slowly subsiding.

At the last moment of his memory, he saw the person who judged, the old man who had come to judge him in the name of the deputy sect master of the Mochizuki Sect.

The old man looked at He Yinuo, who was slumped to the ground at the moment, without the slightest pity on his face, on the contrary, a sneer appeared in the depths of his mouth, and said coldly, "Your cultivation is now mine!"

He paused, looked at his hands, and seemed to feel the aura of cultivation obtained from He Yinuo, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes, "What a wonderful feeling, the fusion of the Dao method of life after death,,,

He Yinuo raised his head, at this moment, he didn't care about the Dao Fa, nor did he care about the loss of cultivation, let alone what the purpose of the person in front of him was, he just raised his head and looked at him with a pair of blood-colored eyes.

There was a deep, deep murderous aura hidden in his eyes, extremely cold, and he uttered the words that were as cold as the soul in the Nine Shadows Abyss, "You are not qualified to judge me, and the way of heaven cannot be !!."

Jiuyang's body and mind suddenly trembled inexplicably, although it was only so slight and slight, but with his cultivation realm, this was enough to move him, he forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and snorted coldly, "This deep-sea prison, a hundred years on the ground, a thousand years underground, presumably your time will pass quickly, haha, haha."

Jiuyang's figure slowly disappeared, and with him disappeared with the only trace of light, with a rumbling sound, the deep sea prison fell back into a deathly silence, and the darkness rushed like a beast, tearing through the last trace of his stubbornness.

He Yinuo clenched his fists weakly, looking up to the sky and roaring, hysterical, as if with thousands of years of anger and unwillingness, his body was trembling, "Why, why, this is why !! Heavenly Dao, what is Heavenly Dao???"

His voice spread around, and it was lost in the darkness, but it did not cause half a wave of darkness, only the unwilling to ignite the flame that gradually grew in his heart.

I originally wanted to pursue the way of heaven, find where to go, and abide by my duty, but how could I hope that the way of heaven is unbalanced, and the destiny of heaven is so, but I was robbed by the destiny of heaven.

The world is impermanent, creation makes people, and I aspire to have a state of mind that is free from the world and out of the world, but I don't know that there are countless pairs of greedy eyes quietly peeping at their fate. That being the case, why not step on the way of heaven and chase what I seek.

I have the heart of a Buddha, but I have entered the demonic nature!

He Yinuo's eyes gradually faded red, and turned into calm like water, but they were deep and invisible, looking at the world with a chill that was so cold to the soul that it was soul-like.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in the original pure darkness of the deep sea cage, and it seemed that a flame was gradually burning, surrounding He Yinuo, but the blue flame seemed to have no temperature.

As it burned, He Yinuo suddenly felt as if the depths of his soul were being destroyed by slow torture, which was a deep fear and despair that people had to give into.

This thing suddenly appeared in the fragments of ancient memories in He Yinuo's mind, it was a flame without temperature, it could not be extinguished, I didn't know its origin, I didn't know its existence, the only thing I knew was that its appearance often foreshadowed this kind of devastating despair!

No one can stop the feeling, the painful feeling of a severed soul, which is called the power of the turbidity!!

On the turbid fire, the cold flame formed a terrifying grimace, and it was devouring He Yinuo at the moment!!

He Yinuo's eyes reflected a cold blue, his pupils were contracting rapidly, his heartbeat was accelerating, his soul was trembling, and cold beads of sweat flowed from his forehead.

Despair and fear suddenly enveloped him in that moment, and his mind was gradually lost, but a faint warm current from his chest allowed him to struggle back and forth between pain and loss, so that he would not sink like this.

Time flies, and a hundred years of time pass by like a white horse.

The sky and clouds, the starry sky is ten thousand points, the world is chaotic, the prosperity and decay, like fireworks under the moon, fleeting, only in the dark night to leave a trace of shadows, sighing.

The wind passed without a trace, the snow fell silently, the dawn broke, and everything was gone.

In a hundred years, He Yinuo's disappearance did not seem to cause half a wave for the Mochizuki Sect, and even Ge Zhiji's death did not cause any changes, as if this incident had not happened at all.

Under the sky, in the riverside village, the stream in front of the village flows quietly, there is a woman squatting next to the stream, the moonlight is sprinkled, it is so beautiful, even through the night, you can feel her white face like Shengxue, the stream is murmuring, reflecting a different kind of beauty, but on her beautiful cheeks it is revealing a little haggard, this is not He Xueman and who it is.

He Xueman and He Yinuo have been separated for nearly 100 years, and He Xueman has never heard of He Yinuo in the past 100 years, she has been to Mochizuki Sect countless times, but all in vain, but she firmly believes that her brother is still alive.

Two bright lights flashed in the night sky, and then the figures of the two people fell beside He Xueman, with a vigorous figure and a heroic posture, these were Xiao Tianming and Chu Wanli.

A hundred years of time, so that these people who received the relics under the curtain waterfall cave mansion have greatly increased their cultivation, and now they are all successful in cultivation, but time has passed, and the vicissitudes of life, the five people who were inseparable back then are now only these three people.

Xiao Tianming and Chu Wanli looked at He Xueman, they were silent for a while, such a scene has been experienced countless times in a hundred years. They wanted to comfort a few words, but the words came to their mouths but they still didn't say it after all, maybe at this moment, companionship is the best wait.

At this time, there was a beautiful sound of flute from another part of the creek, which was melodious and reverberating, but it was Uncle Zhao playing alone.

Thousands of miles away, next to a post station, a woman opened the window, looked at the starry sky, meteors crossed, and gradually revealed a trace of melancholy in her eyes, a hundred years ago, some experiences made her never let go, her expression was still as cold as ice, but under that cold appearance, she would always inadvertently think of a certain figure, the person who had saved her and protected her a hundred years ago.

She was once expelled by the sect because she was involved in the death of an important person in the sect, but she has never regretted it for a hundred years, she is Xia Yixuan of Fengxian Sect a hundred years ago, the cold and glamorous woman who had an experience with He Yinuo.

Xia Yixuan watched so quietly, she tried to forget the things of those years, but she still lingered.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the Purgatory Altar, a major cultivator in the middle of the Xianchen Continent, in the huge palace at this moment, there were several people standing next to a huge Gu Ding burning with raging fire, and among them was the shadow that He Yinuo was familiar with.

After encountering an inexplicable blow near the teahouse, his cultivation fell, and for so many years, his cultivation still stayed in the realm of mystery.

Next to the shadow stood two people, a middle-aged man with a simple face, who only gave people the feeling of an ordinary person from a distance, but his body exuded a strong cultivation power, while the other person was dressed in a purple robe, and his body and even his entire head and eyes were hidden in it.