In the darkness, the cave winds downward, and the murderous aura becomes more and more intense, eerie and terrifying, and it makes people shudder.

Ma Buyao unconsciously glanced at his father beside him, and then his mind calmed down a little.

At the end of the cave is a stone door.

Ma Buyao and Ma Qianqiu walked into the stone gate.

Suddenly, a magical and strange aura came to my face.

Without hesitation, resolutely.

Inside the stone gate was a round open field, and the candlelight was dim and hazy. There are many spiritual positions in all directions, and the stone walls are covered with knife marks.

Liu Ruobai, Yan Shan, Meng Tian and Ma Ming all sat cross-legged with their eyes slightly closed.

Ma Buyao lifted the hem of his clothes, sat on the ground, and then closed his eyes.

However, nothing happened.

At this time, a voice sounded in her ears: "Yao'er, calm your mind and enter a meditative state." ”

It was Ma Qianqiu's voice.

Ma Buyao took a deep breath and emptied himself, his heart was empty.

In a trance, she seemed to have entered another world.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there are no flowers and trees, no life, and the rich bloody atmosphere is permeated, and there is a dead silence.

Between heaven and earth, alone, lonely and lonely.

Ma Buyao felt sticky under his feet, and couldn't help but look down.

It's bright red blood.

At this moment, a piercing chill welled up in my heart.

Her instincts told her that there was a pair of eyes staring at her.

She forcibly restrained the fear in her heart and looked up.

At some point, a dark figure appeared not far away, holding a knife in his hand, silently. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

She was about to speak.

I saw a black shadow flickering, as fast as a ghost.

Before she could come to her senses, the shiny blade was close at hand.

The knife flashed, and a heart-rending pain came.

The body was torn apart in an instant.

The next moment, her mind went blank.

She's dead.

It was too late to shout, and the unwillingness and pain turned into two crystal tears.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Between heaven and earth, alone, lonely and lonely.

Ma Buyao was still standing there.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there are no flowers and trees, no life, and the rich bloody atmosphere is permeated, and there is a dead silence.

Not far away, a dark figure held a knife in his hand, silently. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Ma Buyao stared at the black shadow and the bright blade.

Suddenly, the dark shadow moved, as fast as a ghost.

The horse step flashed, stepped on the butterfly step, and waved his palm to meet it.

The bodies were staggered, and the shiny blade missed.

Similarly, Ma Buyao did not hurt the black shadow.

Immediately after, the black shadow struck again, again with the same knife.

Ma Buyao's eyes are as clear as water, his body is smart, and he walks in the light of the knife.

This time, she saw it clearly.

This knife is simple and direct, straight to the point, and indomitable.

She smiled indifferently.

The third time the body is staggered.

The horse step out of the palm like the wind, straight to the throat of the black shadow.

This time, she was still slow.

The shiny blade was as fast as lightning, tearing through her body.

......

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Between heaven and earth, alone, lonely and lonely.

Ma Buyao was still standing there.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there are no flowers and trees, no life, and the rich bloody atmosphere is permeated, and there is a dead silence.

Not far away, a dark figure held a knife in his hand, silently. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Ma Buyao stared at the black shadow and the bright blade, and his eyes became cold.

Suddenly, the dark shadow moved, as fast as a ghost.

Ma Buyao had no scruples, and shot with all his might, facing the snowy blade, and regarded death as home.

The next moment, a Qianqianyu hand cut the throat of the black shadow.

At the same time, the shiny blade tore through her body.

......

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Between heaven and earth, alone, lonely and lonely.

Ma Buyao was still standing there.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there are no flowers and trees, no life, and the rich bloody atmosphere is permeated, and there is a dead silence.

Not far away, a dark figure held a knife in his hand, silently. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Ma Buyao's eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was quiet.

In her mind, the mountains and rivers are quiet, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and a scene full of life.

Suddenly, the dark shadow moved, as fast as a ghost.

The bright blade is coming in an instant.

Ma Buyao suddenly made a move, and the last one came first.

The next moment, the shiny blade missed.

At the same time, a slender jade hand choked the black shadow's throat.

Ma Buyao slowly opened his eyes, not sad or happy.

The dark shadow vanished, leaving no trace.

Ma Buyao stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared out of thin air. He held a knife in his hand and was silent. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Suddenly, the dark shadow moved, as fast as a ghost.

The bright blade of the snow came.

Ma Buyao suddenly struck, as fast as lightning.

The next moment, the shiny blade missed.

At the same time, a slender jade hand grabbed the black shadow's throat.

At this moment, the shiny blade gave birth to a change.

A knife is not old, and a knife is born.

The sword flashed away, and the body was torn apart in an instant.

There are no tears, only endless confusion.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

Between heaven and earth, alone, lonely and lonely.

Ma Buyao was still standing there.

In the sea of corpses and blood, there are no flowers and trees, no life, and the rich bloody atmosphere is permeated, and there is a dead silence.

Not far away, a dark figure held a knife in his hand, silently. The snow-bright blade, the dark red blood groove, weird and gloomy, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, as if there was an irresistible magic.

Suddenly, the dark shadow moved, as fast as a ghost.

The bright blade of the snow came.

Ma Buyao suddenly struck, as fast as lightning.

The next moment, the shiny blade missed.

At the same time, a slender jade hand grabbed the black shadow's throat.

At this moment, the shiny blade gave birth to a change.

A knife is not old, and a knife is born.

The sword flashed away, and the body was torn apart in an instant.

There are no tears, only endless confusion.

......

Again and again, the eyes turned from confused to lonely, and finally became dull, like a lake of stagnant water.

Rebirth, heart-rending pain, death, constant cycle.

Every time I am reborn, it is like waking up from a nightmare.

Every time I die, the heart-rending pain is so real.

Is it real or illusory?

It's both real and illusory.

Once you get caught up in it, you will become a walking corpse, and life is worse than death.

On the verge of collapse, a voice sounded in Ma Buyao's ears: "Yao'er, the bell must be tied to the bell." ”

It was Ma Qianqiu's voice.

Only by seeing through life and death can we transcend life and death.

Ma Buyao smiled sadly and muttered: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell, choose by yourself, and free yourself." ”

As soon as the words fell, she secretly used her true strength and slapped her palm on the top of her head.

The black shadow froze, and everything came to an abrupt halt.

......

Ma Buyao's face was pale, and cold sweat soaked his clothes. She slowly opened her eyes and saw her father, and she was relieved.

"Daddy!" called softly, tears rolling down his cheeks.

The next moment, she lost consciousness.

Ma Qianqiu did not hesitate, picked up her daughter, and flew out of the stone gate.