What the Penglai evil ghost said is good, success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He.

His words were a complete trap, first advancing as retreat, and finally retreating before death, opposing an army.

If you really have someone you care about, this last illusion of liberation is a threshold that you can't get over no matter what.

If the Tianwang Sword smashes the butterfly, it will represent two thousand years of ups and downs, all of which have turned into nothingness.

When was Nanhua ignited by himself?

It seemed to be a very sunny day, and in the field, I met the farmer's child Guo Xiaohu, which should be called this name.

A lot of butterflies flew and surrounded him, and at that time, he was talking to Guo Xiaohu about the difference between immortals and humans.

In the end, there was a red butterfly, and a white one, but the red butterfly was a little bit worse, she didn't hold on and left, and finally turned into a human form, and accompanied Guo Xiaohu to Taiwei Mountain to practice, now think about it, two thousand years later, she should have turned into an earth immortal.

The last white butterfly left behind is Nanhua.

Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Nanhua's name, was given to himself by himself, and it seems to correspond to something in the dark.

Li Bichen thought it was an accident at the time, but when he thought about it later, he always felt that there was a pair of hands silently pushing it.

This butterfly, helpless, was called by herself, just like her former self.

"My truth was obtained by Nanhua, and the time I taught him was not even as long as the first seat of the rain vein. ”

In Li Bichen's hand, Tianwang trembled slightly, it wanted to swing out, for Tianwang, the things in front of him were just an illusion, it was just a sword, and it wouldn't think so much, which may also be the advantage of being a sword.

You don't have to think about it, just split it out, good and evil, cause and effect, where do so many twists and turns come from?

It can't be fake, it can't be fake.

But Tianwang is not involved, but Li Bichen has it, just now the Penglai demon has set him up, if this sword is cleaved, it is the trick of the four illusions.

Not only will you not be able to reach the seventh state of mind, but you will also have your heart broken because of it, as Nameless said, there is some danger in finding the way to the past.

The three supremes were also silent, the emperor, the saint, and the young girl were all waiting for Li Bichen's own decision.

Similarly, Kunlun, who represents doubt, Taiyuan who represents pain, and Penglai who represents anger, are all waiting for their own decision.

In the past, whether this sword is alive or dead, there will be a conclusion, whether to go or stay, and the dust has settled.

Li Bichen sighed:

"Every time it's the Penglai demon who stirs up the situation, although it's an illusion, but this debt still needs to be taken by your deity, if we can meet in the future, you wait. ”

The tone was inexplicable, and the voice seemed distant and eerie.

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Of course, after these words fell, Li Bichen didn't know that the real Penglai demon in the Stygian Sea at this time suddenly sneezed inexplicably, and then he saw a huge wave in front of him, fighting with a certain shadow in the monstrous abuse.

Of course, Tongyou didn't know that he suddenly carried a "flying pot", of course, he is now the same as Li Bichen, very busy, busy fighting with someone.

Tongyou's situation is not very good, after the last time he was suppressed by the photo of Huashan Lao Dao, he finally ran out of Penglai Mountain, but because he was calculated by someone, he was inexplicably chased and killed by a mysterious woman.

It was a man dressed like a father-in-law, but it was a woman, wearing a bright red flower on her head, her face covered with an iron mask, and the dragon in her hand swung it and smashed the netherworld to pieces.

The banner hunting, the dragon is fierce, the battle in the dark sea has frightened countless souls, and naturally, there is also a great sage who is far away in the sky silently paying attention.

In the hands of the Great Sage, he held a narcissus and watched everything that happened in the Stygian Sea with great interest.

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Li Bichen sat down, the Tianwang sword was crossed on his lap, and the butterfly flapped its wings and fell.

The butterfly rests on the blade of the sword, as if the past and the future are all pressed into it.

Immovable, immovable, dare not move.

Li Bichen lowered his head, his eyes were closed, his expression was serene, the qi breath on his body became weaker and weaker, and the lake of his soul began to dry up.

The bright starlight was far away, and the empty universe became deeper and deeper, and the azure star was in front of it, obviously within reach, but it was difficult to get any closer.

The three supremes were behind, at the end of the future, at the end of the three paths, watching Li Pichen fall into a state similar to silence.

The saint's voice was filled with sorrow: "Blocked and unable to escape." ”

The emperor's voice was filled with regret: "Illusion is pervasive. ”

The young girl's voice was questioning: "Why don't you stand up." ”

The path in front of the three supremes gradually disappeared, Li Pichen seemed to be trapped on the dark path of the past, the butterfly no longer flapped its wings, it seemed to have succeeded, and successfully made this existence that was feared by countless immortals fall into eternal silence.

Li Bichen knew that it was not true to kill the butterfly, this butterfly was not the real Zhuang Zhou, but it carried Zhuang Zhou's intentions, Zhuang Zhou's thoughts, and Zhuang Zhou's everything.

It's a perfect replica, so perfect that it's almost flawless.

It represents the 2,000 years that I have walked in this world.

Li Bichen has already seen through the ending and the answer.

If you don't swing this sword, you will die, and if you swing this sword, you will still die.

The Four Illusions have designed a dead end for themselves, whether they swing the sword or not, they will die.

After all, I still can't cut it.

Li Bichen's breath became weaker and weaker, and his demeanor became more and more serene.

Beneath the calm exterior of butterflies, there is madness and excitement.

Li Bichen's consciousness was fluttering, and he came to a pure white illusion, and when he saw the true body of the butterfly, the weird smile was indeed Nanhua.

So Li Bichen began to recite the Qingjing Sutra.

"It's useless, I'm your heart, if everything is quiet, the seventh realm can't be stepped into, broken and then standing, first of all, this broken word talks about, is to sit and forget the extreme realm. ”

"Break the sitting, forget the party and keep it, and govern my body quietly, but you haven't even broken it now, how can you 'stand'?"

This "Nanhua" smiled and made a loud voice: "This is the deepest change of your heart, and it is also a place where all those who look for the past are likely to see, this is a place that can only be reached by marrying dreams, regardless of the years and time, if you can't see through me, you will never be able to leave here, you will die, you will"

Click!

A shattered voice appeared in the pure white illusion, and the false white-haired boy turned his head in astonishment, and at the end of the white illusion was the azure star.

A fist smashed the empty white, and from behind came another person whom he had never seen before.

The illusory boy suddenly remembered that the realm of the soul, as I said before, is a place that has nothing to do with time and time.

But he forgot that this place is not just one person who can reach it.

As long as there is another person looking for the past