Han Shi's heart shook slightly, not because he killed Zhang Mubai so easily, but because, at the moment he killed Zhang Mubai, he actually felt an unsatisfactory fluctuation from this heart, although it was just a trace of thought, it shocked him.

Although the heart is an extremely important organ, I have never heard of the heart itself producing thoughts.

Suddenly, Han Shi's pupils contracted, and a few feet away from his feet, the flesh wall squirmed, slowly devouring Zhang Mubai's corpse, and in less than ten breaths, the flesh wall recovered as before.

Everything that Zhang Mubai left behind in the world disappeared with this devouring, and only this person's storage bag flew into his hand under the summons of Han Shi.

Han Shi didn't have time to check, put away the storage bag, he pondered for a moment, did not retreat, but advanced, and walked towards his heart.

The beating of the heart has reached a negligible level, only by closing his eyes and listening for a long time can he hear a faint and inaudible sound, Han Shi pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and a spiritual sense that was countless times stronger gushed out, enveloping his heart.

His own spiritual sense, in the body of this turtle beast, is greatly restricted, if it is less than three inches, it is difficult to advance an inch, and it will also consume a lot of spiritual power, if it is forced, I am afraid that if it is less than ten breaths, it will suffer from the spiritual consciousness and hurt himself.

With the help of the power of the gray stone, the strength of his spiritual consciousness was at least hundreds of times that of his own, and the huge heart gradually became transparent in Han Shi's eyes, and everything in it gradually became clear.

It was a ...... that kept its wings out and flew in the middle of its heart. Butterfly!

The butterfly remained motionless, as if frozen in amber, as if it had spent endless years in this heart, but still maintained its original form.

It seems, it will always be it and will not change with the passage of time.

At first, this butterfly looked like a butterfly flying on the wildflowers in the countryside, and there was nothing special about it, but when Han Shi looked at it again, he saw a trace of hidden beauty in this butterfly, and this kind of beauty, like a hollow valley orchid, was hidden in the deep mountains and no one knew it, and people who were not staring with their hearts could not feel it.

This beauty, indescribable, can only be tasted silently in the heart, the more you taste, the more you can feel the beauty of this butterfly, this beauty makes all those who see butterflies, will be silent.

The eyes of butterflies are like dots of ink, revealing wisps of ghostly light.

Han Shi's heart was shocked, and a wonderful feeling arose in his heart, he seemed to be able to feel that although the butterfly was motionless, it seemed to be looking at him, such a silent gaze was like a kind of communication across time and space.

It's just that he can't see anything from the butterfly's gaze, and there is only a blur in his heart.

When Han Shi was alert and looked away slightly, a strong and incomparable sense of loss suddenly appeared in his heart, which made him can't help but turn his head to look at the butterfly again, to immerse himself in the beauty.

And this time, he found again that the beauty he had seen was only a part of the butterfly, and the more closely he looked at it, the more shocking his heart became, and his eyes were bright, and gradually, he was reluctant to look away.

What he saw in this butterfly was not only beautiful.

He seemed to see the taste of time, he seemed to see the fate of the butterfly, and at the same time, he also seemed to see his own fate, and gradually, his fate and the fate of the butterfly were intertwined.

In the end, the two became compatible, and the butterfly became him, and he became the butterfly.

Han Shi's gaze showed a trace of confusion, and the whole person stood in front of the huge heart, and his breath gradually weakened, no different from the monks who died here one by one before.

The only difference is that if Han Shi dies like this, his backbone will still be straight.

Even he was vigilant, but he still couldn't get rid of such a result, this time, even the gray stone breath in Han Shimei's heart was also shrinking sharply with the decline of Han Shi's breath.

If the gray stone has a spirit, it will be like Han Shi at this moment, falling into a deep confusion.

The most powerful force in this world is not ruthlessness, but affection, deep affection, love that cannot be erased even by the reincarnation of years, and the depths of this love are extremely beautiful scenes and memories.

Many people, even those who have cultivated to the top, their courage and determination to continue to live come from this love and memory, the beauty that can bring him warmth in the memory, and the feeling that this butterfly brings to Han Shi is such a supreme beauty.

Although he didn't say anything about this butterfly, such beauty has something in common with love.

Wu Tian, who was in the gray stone, his complexion changed greatly at this moment, and the aura around him suddenly completely solidified, with his cultivation in the spirit period, he was suddenly imprisoned, unable to move at all, and the space around him began to transform into scenes one after another, which made him stunned, and there was a trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes.

In these scenes, there are many things that are secrets that he has buried in his heart for countless years.

His life has gone through thousands of years, and there are many memories that even he himself can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood, and some memories have long been forgotten by him under his deliberate indifference.

This kind of deliberate forgetting, if no one specifically mentions it, is like those faint scars, which are eternal marks of wounds, but they have long been forgotten, and some people are like that scar, bringing only painful memories to others.

Scars are easy to forget, what about people?

Wu Tian couldn't move, he couldn't even close his eyes, he could only watch the scenes, flashing in front of his eyes, awakening his long-sleeping memories, painful, joyful, all emerging.

Even Sima Yun and Qianyan, who had lost their memory, suddenly had a dream in their hearts at this moment, and their faces were cloudy.

Even the star refining pot and blood-colored scimitar in the gray stone space, the green pill in Han Shi's dantian, and all kinds of treasures in his storage bag all fell silent, and even the cyan heart candle in the deepest part of Han Shi's heart seemed to be invaded by a strong wind at this moment, and under the shaking, the candlelight became weak, and the green intent that originally permeated the surroundings shrank significantly.

And the black, which had almost disappeared, suddenly appeared, surrounding the green candle that was almost on the verge of extinguishing.

In the last moment before Han Shi's consciousness fell into a blur, he had a moment of lucidity.

He finally understood at this moment, why there are many monks like him, knowing that the road ahead is extremely dangerous, but still choose to continue walking, not only because of curiosity, but also because of the attraction that these nine-colored butterflies exude invisibly, so that those monks who walked into the depths of the cave, without knowing it, have been controlled by this attraction, step by step, and that layer of white light curtain, I am afraid that it is part of the formation, in order to prevent those who approach, so some people can enter, and some people will die in the cave。

And he also understood at this moment.

This Thunder Mountain, this Sea of Clouds, this entire Thundercloud Secret Realm, and even this entire Abandoned Land, I am afraid that they are all a formation, a huge and incomparably large formation.

And what this formation suppressed was not the thousands of zhang Xuanwu, but the butterfly not far in front of him, the nine-colored butterfly wrapped in the heart, this Xuanwu was just a part of the formation to suppress the nine-colored butterfly.

Those who die here, I'm afraid they won't understand until they die, but it's ridiculous that he himself, although he comprehended the truth in an instant, he still has to die here like those people, maybe some people, like him Han Shi, realized everything before he died, but it was too late.

Feeling that the connection between his mind and Gray Stone was suddenly severed, Han Shi didn't even have time to react, and his consciousness had already fallen into chaos.

This is really the biggest life and death crisis of Han Shi's cultivation so far, even the gray stone that seems to be able to withstand everything is no longer his backing at this moment, and the only thing Han Shi can rely on is himself.

This catastrophe is the real catastrophe!