The thin Lian Shixin pushed away the heavy object that had been pressing on his body, and his whole body was suddenly light.

Lian Shixin is the skinny alchemy boy, the boy who yearns to fight for the Chao Pavilion.

He only remembered that the formation was broken like the sky, and at that moment, the white-robed sword guards rushed in, and the monks of the Chao Pavilion couldn't stop the sword guards at all, and the two sides fought, and they collapsed at the first touch!

Those sword guards are at least monks from the Wenzhi realm, and the small leader is a cultivator from the Jue World realm, and it is simply a one-sided slaughter for the monks who are uneven in the cultivation of the Shangting Chao Pavilion!

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Lian Shixin stood up and stood in the sea of corpses and blood, the golden sunset in the distance, the breeze caressed his sleeves, and the migratory birds migrating south heard a desolate and whimpering hissing.

Under his feet are one familiar figure after another, and the vivid voices and smiles of the past have turned into stiff and cold expressions.

Lian Shixin looked at this scene, and as soon as his knees weakened, he knelt on the ground.

Only then did he see that the heavy object that had been pressing the heart of the world just now turned out to be the corpse of his senior brother!

He trembled and stretched out his hands, landing on his brother's bloodstained face, powerlessly wiping away the blood scabs that had been slightly coagulated.

The memories before I fainted came flooding back: Yes, it was my senior brother who crushed me under me before he died, and I was able to leave a life in the chaos!

Lian Shixin raised his head and looked around blankly, only to see countless corpses lying all around, and the scarlet blood flowed to the lower places, converging into pools of blood.

The master of Lian Shixin, the alchemist with a cold face and a warm heart, only had one head left at the moment, and it fell not far away.

Lian Shixin still remembered that it was the third year he had entered the Tingchao Pavilion, and it was also the first time he had followed his master into the alchemy room, and he was nervous for the first time and made a big mistake and confused the two herbs!

A furnace of precious elixir was destroyed in his hands like this, and he was extremely frightened at that moment!

The value of that furnace of elixir was even more precious than his life! It was as if he had fallen into an abyss, and all that was left in his heart was despair!

He still remembered the master's words deeply, and he scolded viciously: "Elm head! You have learned in vain in the past few years! How can you confuse these two herbs? Do these two herbs look very similar? Stupid!!"

"Do you know that this furnace of elixir can cost you ten dog lives? Just let you hand over a herb, you can hand it wrong?"

That furnace of elixir was completely destroyed because of the nervousness of Lian Shixin, because of his fault, he thought that he would be punished extremely severely, and even lose his life, but he never thought that it was just a month's worth of supplies!

Only later did he know that it was the vicious-looking master who resisted most of the mistakes for him, and the master of the world's heart, so he lost half of his life......

Lian Shixin looked at the master lying on the bed, with a blurred appearance of flesh and blood, there was no good piece of meat at all!

His master only said lightly: "I can still carry it! If you are asked to carry it, I am afraid that I will lose your dog's life!"

"Give me a good job in the future, don't let me suffer this punishment in vain..."

That precious elixir is completely Lian Shixin's own fault, he is just a little boy who is not sorry to die for Tingchaoge, if he is allowed to bear the fault, I am afraid that he will really lose his life!

But his master took it on for him, he was a seasoned alchemist, not a boy who was not sorry to die, so he survived.

At that moment, Lian Shixin felt warmth for the first time, and it was also the master who spoke viciously and had a soft heart that saved his life!

It was the elder who had a cold face and a hot heart, and spoke viciously, but had a soft heart, and at this moment he had been beheaded by a sword, and his body had no idea where to fly, leaving only the head that was still staring at his eyes...

The person who was also an alchemy boy, but loved to play tricks on him, made him feel troubled and disgusted countless times, but before he died, he pressed Lian Shi's heart under him...

That uncle, who obviously has a talent far beyond others and has an extremely deep understanding of pharmacology, but is lazy and drunk all day long, he is also lying in a pool of blood, and there is no complete place on his body at the moment!

The iron-faced and selfless Punishment Hall Master was kneeling in the center of the martial arts arena, covered with long swords, stained with coagulated and blackened blood, and there were also many white-robed sword guards lying around him.

He sat quietly like this, and there was no movement for a long time, as if he had fallen into contemplation, into the deep realm of cultivation, and wandered into the world......

The five long locks of blood-stained beard have long since lost their original whiteness, and they are now black, glued into a lock style.

The breeze gently stirred the old man's long black beard and stirred his wide robe......

Lian Shixin muttered, "Dead... He's dead... They're all dead......"

He had fantasized countless times about fighting with a sword, countless times about becoming a famous monk, and a hero that people would sincerely admire when they mentioned their name.

Every time the disciple in charge of the foreign war returned, he would definitely be there and feel and join the disciples in reverence and cheering for them......

At this moment, he finally stopped revering those great monks who cultivated to the heavens, no longer envying those famous heroes, and no longer illusioning those ethereal things.

He just wanted everything to return to the quiet past, to the hot Dan room, and now all this is just a dream.

Lian Shixin muttered: "This must be because I am extremely tired, and I fell asleep in the Dan room again, and everything now is just a dream!"

Lian Shixin was looking forward to it, and the next moment, he was awakened by the stinking of his master, and then accompanied by his uncle's drunken voice, followed by his brother's deliberate prank......

I look forward to returning to that Dan room, and continuing to work day after day, to continue the work that made him feel bored in the past, and to continue the quiet daily life that bores him in the past......

A cold long sword rested on Lian Shixin's neck, and a stiff and emotionless voice came: "Descend or die!"

The cold touch made Lian Shixin's whole body tremble, and it completely shattered his illusion.

All this is not his dream, but a cold and cruel reality!

Hearing that Chaoge is dead, everything he is familiar with has been destroyed, and everyone he hates, loves, and respects has turned into a cold corpse!

Lian Shixin muttered: "Maybe the test at the beginning is not wrong, my heart is not tough enough, my talent is not strong enough, I can't become a monk who fights in all directions, I can only be a monk who is responsible for collecting medicine and alchemy." ”

At first, Lian Shixin was dismissive, thinking that it was just a miscalculation, and he would definitely be able to become a monk with powerful combat power!

At this moment, he finally believed.

Lian Shixin grabbed a long sword from the ground, which had been cut off by half and had lost the tip of the sword.

He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Maybe I am really a cowardly person, but when I face the battle, my heart trembles, I am afraid of separation, I am afraid of death, I am afraid of the enemy's ......"

The voice was so low that no one could hear what he said, only his lips could move slightly.

In the eyes of the sword guard, he only saw a weak Soul Stealing Realm cultivator, lifting the mutilated long sword, his face looked immature, but his expression was extremely resolute.

This weak monk actually launched an attack on the sword-wielding guard of the Hearing Realm!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man was finally pierced through the chest by a sword, and fell weakly on the corpse, which pressed Lian Shixin on the corpse under him before he died.

The broken goose called the west wind, and its voice was desolate and whimpering. It's as if they, too, are mourning for this miserable world, wailing for this cruel reality.

No matter how strong the emotions in his chest are, he still can't erase the huge gap in the realm, and he can't erase the inequality of power, and finally he dies of hatred.

There were no accidents, this weak boy, his life was lost with the blood flowing out, and his body had begun to gradually lose its temperature.

In the end, he returned to the land that gave birth to him, became the nourishment of all things in this world, came from this world, and was buried in this world.

The sword-wielding guard killed the boy with an expressionless face, and he looked numb at the boy falling to the ground weakly, as a killing instrument in the Heavenly Domain, they had witnessed the loss of countless lives, and buried countless monks with their own hands.

I watched their vivid faces turn into stiff expressions, fresh life, and cold corpses.

Some wailed, some suffered, some rebuked, and some begged for mercy......

The sword guard looked at Lian Shixin's corpse, his face was as usual, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart.

As the Sword Guards of the Heavenly Domain, the moment they joined the Heavenly Domain and became the Sword Guards, they had already lost the right to choose independently, and they were not qualified to choose their own path.

You can only obey one order after another, kill one life after another in your way, either die in battle, or step on countless corpses, climb to a higher position, climb to a higher realm.

Some people can be unmoved by the loss of life, while others have a strong sense of empathy, and they can't!

The sword guard who had done it at the last moment to end the life of the world's heart, said coldly at this moment: "He is a brave child......

If in normal times, someone praises the world so much, he will definitely blush, wave his hands, and be modest.

It's just that now he can't hear other people's praise for him anymore.

Some of the sword-wielding guards beside him frowned, some sneered at the corners of their mouths, and some were expressionless.

A sword-wielding guard with a vicissitudes of life had already turned around and said coldly: "Don't think too much, we don't have too many choices, pull out your sword, let's go! There are still some bugs in Nightshadow Villa that need to be dealt with together!"

The man who spoke at this moment seemed to be the little leader of these sword-wielding guards, and after he finished speaking, he turned and left, and the rest of the sword-wielding guards followed him.

Only the sword-wielding guard was left, and he was still looking at Lian Shixin's corpse, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A voice came from the sword guard who was far away: "If you kill too much, you will get used to it!"

A word woke up the stunned sword-wielding guard, and he bent down to pull out the sword that was still stuck in Lian Shi's chest.

Lian Shixin's eyes were still staring at him until death, as if he wanted to remember the scene in front of him and the appearance of the murderer.

The sword-wielding guard was stunned for a moment, and then reached out and closed Lian Shixin's eyes.

Lian Shixin's body was not yet cold and stiff, but still soft, so he was also under the sword guard's hand and closed his eyes.

The sword guard just muttered, "If you really become a powerful ghost, then come to me...... Claim my life!!"

With that, the sword-wielding guard wiped the blood off his sword, put it in its sheath, and turned away!

The young man named Lian Shixin had died, and he had passed away with the Tingchao Pavilion where he lived.

He is just an unknown little boy, and even the people who know the heart of the world in the Chao Pavilion are only a few people!

Rooted in the alchemy room all day long, he worked day after day, and spent his leisure time in cultivation, and the only people who knew him well were his master and brother, and there were so many people he often met.

It was such an unknown teenager, a cowardly teenager with a personality who brazenly launched a suicidal attack on the monk who was far beyond his several great realms!

Eventually, he collapsed on the ground, in a pool of blood with the people he knew......

The people who knew him well had died, and even the heart of the world himself had followed in his footsteps, and since then no one knows his name, no one even remembers his appearance, no one knows, this world, he has been here!

At the same time, thousands of "Hearts of the World" are dying, and every corner of the Listening Chao Pavilion is stained with blood, leaving behind a howl of pain...

There are very few people who stand at the top of this world, and there are many people who are struggling, how many people can really stand on the peak? How many people seek immortality?

After all, those are just the stories of a few, just the anecdotes of storytellers, and just ethereal fantasies.

After all, we are all just the one who can't do anything about the "world's heart", the one who can't help himself.

Perhaps those great monks who stand at the top are known to the world, and what they have done in their lives are praised or reviled by others!

But who knows that in such a corner, a young man named Lian Shixin has died, and who knows what ideals he cherishes? Who will mourn his death?

Once the bones are dry, the world will only remember the famous generals who have achieved success and fame and left their names in history, but they can't remember whose bones the white bones are.