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After Yan Wuxian still underestimated the extreme northern Xuanguang that had changed color for thousands of years that human cultivators had talked about, the soft and gorgeous streamer was like the softest Shu brocade silk, falling from the Milky Way, slowly rolling in the air, like the gate to the heavenly realm.

However, behind this beautiful and unparalleled light, there is endless murder and danger. For countless years, it is precisely because of this beautiful and terrifying aurora that has not dispersed that the Nine Xuan Immortal Realm has not been touched by human cultivators.

After being in a dreamy and colorful glass world, you can't feel the wind, you can't feel the cold, and the stars in the sky seem to have an illusion at your fingertips.

The soft streamers I saw from the outside, only to find out when I got inside, it turned out to be so terrifying, in addition to not being able to distinguish the direction, the divine consciousness was also suppressed by some mysterious force in the Xuanguang, and it couldn't be spread out at all.

The most terrible thing is that those streamers flowing in front of themselves will inspire the most fearful and unwilling to face the pictures in their hearts.

In the past two days, Wan Yan has been lost in the painful memories of thirty-three years ago and cannot extricate herself, when she arrived at Cangyun Mountain, Yuan Shaoqin's matter has come to an end, and she has not seen with her own eyes how Yuan Shaoqin died.

So, in the illusion, he began to re-enact the moments of Yuan Shaoqin's various deaths over and over again.

The old man who was hanged by the rope and spit out his tongue grabbed his ankle without tears, and screamed hoarsely: "No tears, help me, I can't breathe......"

was pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords, his whole body was covered with blood holes, even his eyeballs were pierced out, and his intestines and internal organs were dragged to the ground with Yuan Shaoqin's crawling.

was poisoned to death, and the poison that sealed his throat with blood was poured into Yuan Shaoqin's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, the originally handsome and handsome young man immediately turned into a piece of black charcoal, and then the toxin began to quickly devour his flesh and blood, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person turned into a pool of blood. It has been two days and two nights since Wanyan Wuxian entered the Xuanguang of the Extreme North, and her feelings in the illusion seem to be longer, Yuan Shaoqin's dozens of different ways of death are presented one by one in front of her eyes, and the terrible thing is that these illusions are very real, and even Wanyan Wuxian is lost in them, and she can't tell the end

Is it reality or fantasy.

Thanks to the profound Dao method of Wanyan without tears, his heart is like a rock, and if he were someone else, he was afraid that he would have completely collapsed and raised his sword to kill himself. At this moment, Yuan Shaoqin in front of her was smiling at her, his smile was no longer arrogant, and seemed to have a bit of gentleness. There seemed to be a door behind Yuan Shaoqin's figure, and the door was open, and a soft and warm white light emanated from the other side of the door, although the white light was not dazzling, and there were no tears

But she couldn't see what kind of world the other side of the door was, and her intuition told her that it was a paradise without blood and trouble.

Yuan Shaoqin stood in front of the door, smiling at her, waving at her, and the familiar voice seemed to make Wan Yan Wutear feel as if he had returned to his youth.

"No tears, come with me, let's get out of here together!"

The seductive voice remembered in Wanyan Wu's ears that Wanyan Wuyan, who had been tortured for two days, was still persevering, but his spirit was already tortured, and he was a little delirious.

Hearing the voice, she slowly raised her feet and walked towards Yuan Shaoqin.

One step, one step......

The sound of crisp footsteps is like stepping on a thick crystal, which is very beautiful. The familiar man in front of him beckoned to him, and his smile seemed to be more gentle, as if he was greeting his beloved woman.

Walking in front of him, he stopped without tears, his eyes were full of confusion and intoxication. She slowly stretched out her white ivory arm, trying to take the hand of the man in front of her.

Seeing that the hands of the two were about to pull together, suddenly, the hands without tears stopped, his face was painful, and he said hoarsely: "Shaoqin, so many years have passed, why are you still torturing me." ”

Yuan Shaoqin seemed a little puzzled, and said, "No tears, what are you talking about, how can I torture you." Come with me, I'll take you into a whole new world, a world of just the two of us. Wan Yan shook his head painfully without tears, and said: "You are my nightmare, my nightmare! I don't know why you said that there is a personal relationship between you and me, maybe you have intentions, but I have always regarded you as a confidant, a friend, and I have never had any intention of men and women." You died, you were thirty-three years ago

It's already dead!"

After speaking, the white whip shadow rolled out like a poisonous snake, wrapped around the neck of the man in front of him, and pulled it hard, and Yuan Shaoqin's entire head was pulled off his shoulder.

It was very realistic, the column of blood on the neck gushed out like a fountain, and it was even dyed red, and the white clothes and snow-white hair were immediately finished without tears.

Wanyan closed his eyes in pain without tears, and his right hand danced quickly and sighed goodbye to the divine whip. The soft divine whip seemed to turn into a sharp steel knife, cutting Yuan Shaoqin's body into countless pieces.

She danced wildly and sang in her mouth: "The desert lonely city cries, and the long smoke at dusk is like a ladder." The old man before Gesang flowers, the god whip and the wind sighed goodbye. ”

Singing over and over again, her eyes always closed, but tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, she opened her eyes, and disappeared, completely gone, and in front of her was a tall mountain range, not a glacier, but a snow-capped mountain, and it seemed that you could see lush and lush peaks in the depths.

Wanyan breathed deeply without tears, slowly turned around and looked back, and saw that under the blue sky and white sun, the gorgeous streamer was still hanging lonely and flowing, and there seemed to be no change for thousands of years.

Wanyan did not have any joy to rush through Xuanguang, but squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and cried bitterly.

The illusion in Xuanguang is so real, if it weren't for the trace of reason in her heart at the end, she personally killed the demon who tortured her thirty-three, I am afraid that she would be trapped in it now.

But why did she cry?

A strong woman has no tears, and she has not realized that she has such a vulnerable side over the years.

One of the patriarchs of the Holy Sect once broke out of the extreme northern Xuanguang, and the senior once said that those who are not with great perseverance will not be able to get out of the extreme northern Xuanguang, although Xuanguang is dangerous, it is the best place to get rid of the demons in the heart.

He is the second person in the Holy Sect to break into the Extreme Northern Xuanguang without getting lost in it in the past 4,000 years.

The reason why Wan Yan Wuxian cried out loud was not sad, but happy, she dissolved the inner central demon, and the door of the ninth-layer heaven and man realm that cultivators dreamed of had been opened to her.

To be precise, she is now a peerless master of the realm of heaven and man. With the power of the Wind Whip, she sighed at the power of the Divine Whip, and in close combat, there was no human cultivator in the world who was her opponent. Of course, this does not include the plain girl Xuanying.