In the vast mist, a figure sat cross-legged.

Sometimes his face is stretched, sometimes his brow is furrowed.

The young man followed the words of the wordless book spirit, stabilized his mind, and fell into the realm of emptiness.

In this virtual space full of illusions, the mind seems to be integrated with the surrounding scenery and interconnected.

Memories of the scenes emerged like a horse's eye, and countless voices sounded staggered in my mind, chaotic.

"Is this the inner demon?"

The boy tried his best to stay conscious, like a lonely boat floating on a torrent, unmoved by illusions.

"Don't control your thoughts, just relax. ”

A childish voice suddenly sounded in my head, not big, not small, but clearly audible.

"If you still want to go out, just do it. ”

"Get out?"

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

The young man was skeptical, but he was a little more cautious.

"Rather than this, I think it is better to stay in the illusion for the rest of my life. ”

"You're really an elm head. ”

The boy suddenly smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Involved in this endless turbulence of consciousness, not to mention the soul is scattered, I am afraid that I will also end up stupid and crazy. ”

"Breaking and standing up is the best way to remove the demonic barrier. ”

"Is that true?"

The wordless scholar sighed and said patiently in a deep voice.

"The demons of the heart, the demons of the heart, are born from the heart and turn into demons. ”

"Believe it or not. ”

The immature children's voices stopped abruptly, and the noisy waves swept away.

The boy couldn't help but mutter.

Originally, he had dispelled his doubts about the wordless book spirit, but now it seemed that it was a little premature.

There seemed to be a force in the darkness that pulled the boy to make a decision.

"Come on. ”

The boy only felt a roar in his ears, and a faint pain.

"It's just life or death, it's all up to creation. ”

Pain!

Heart-rending pain!

A voice came out of his mouth faintly, and the young man in the Lingtai Zhihai suddenly opened his eyes, and his spiritual power slowly withdrew like a cocoon.

In an instant, countless lights and shadows raged towards the boy.

"Ah~!"

The fingertips were deeply embedded in the flesh and bones, and the blood slowly slid down the palms of his hands.

It is like an ant drilling into the heart, and ten thousand poisons eat bones.

The mind was dizzy, as if it was about to explode.

"Nothing else, it doesn't matter. ”

A faint voice resounded in the young man's mind without hurry, and he couldn't tell where it came from.

At this time, the young man rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, looking pained,

"Remember, who you are. ”

"Who the hell am I?"

“............”

"Who am I?"

The boy suddenly fell silent, and the pain temporarily subsided.

"Me, that's me?"

The boy whispered and repeated, his body trembling.

He kept muttering, his pupils blank and his face blank.

"You, that's you. ”

"Hahahaha! Liars! All liars!"

"I am God, God of all powers!"

"No! I'm not me!"

"You...... You're a liar!"

"Want revenge?"

The voice sounded again, cold as frost and devoid of temperature.

"I'm going to kill you all!"

The boy roared hysterically, his voice hoarse, like a beast.

"Revenge! Of course I want revenge!"

The boy felt as if he had been pricked to a nerve, and his eyes were scarlet.

"Revenge?"

The boy froze and shook his head thoughtfully.

The boy tore at his shirt vigorously, his fingertips slicing through it, leaving blood marks on it.

"What do you take revenge on?"

"Brutes, a bunch of murderous demons!"

"Kill them! Cramps and bones, and shreds thousands of corpses!"

"You don't deserve to live in this world. ”

"No!"

The voice suddenly smiled contemptuously.

"An orphan without a father or mother is destined to be humble to the bone. ”

"A bunch of wolf-hearted, cold-blooded and heartless things. ”

"What about orphans, and what about shabby backgrounds?"

"Fuck it!"

"Why do those people deserve to be on top?"

All kinds of past lives are vivid.

The young man's whole body collapsed, and his expression became more and more crazy.

"Lao Tzu just doesn't believe in fate!"

"My own life is up to me!"

The voice sounded faintly, word by word, as if it had been expected of what the young man said.

"You think you are not afraid of life and death, but you have chosen the most cowardly way. ”

"What can you do if you don't believe in your fate?"

"You ran away after all, didn't you?"

"Nonsense!"

"Nonsense!"

"Come naked, go naked. ”

"Once dead, it is no different from a coward. ”

"How could I be afraid?"

"I'm not a coward!"

The boy waved his arms wildly, staggering a few steps back under his feet.

"No...... It's not like that!"

"You've been a complete loser throughout. ”

"Even now, it's still not you who fights those murderers outside of the illusion. ”

"Not a coward......"

The voice became quieter and quieter, and the boy held his head in his hands, half-crouched on the ground, his eyes gloomy.

"You're the real culprit. ”

The sound was like thunder, echoing repeatedly in the young man's mind, and it hurt his heart.

"Those who should not have died in Huangquan lost their lives because of your carelessness. ”

"All of this is from you. ”

The young man raised his head suddenly, his pupils turned from black to red, and his entire eyes were entangled in blood, as if a killing god had descended into the world.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"It's not my fault!"

"It's okay with me...... It's okay!"

"Killing me is not a good thing. ”

"What you should do is to break this illusion. ”

In the Lingtai Zhihai, a figure churned left and right, and wherever it passed, the breath rioted.

In the mist, the boy was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed. From time to time, he raised his eyebrows, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"I ...... Am I in a fantasy?"

The murderous aura between the pupils decreased sharply, and the blood red faded, revealing a pitch black.

"Illusion?"

The boy suddenly stopped, shaking his head with difficulty.

Confusion of memory and confusion.

He still seemed to be himself, but he was so strange that it was hard to tell.

"How do I get out?"

The boy tried his best to restrain his inner emotions, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat.

The voice replied with a smile.

"Break the Demon ......"

It seems that two forces in the body are colliding with each other, and they are distinct.

"Now that you have become a demon, why worry about not being able to break the demons. ”

Simple and rough, no fancy punch blast.

Heaven and earth are reversed, and the clouds and mist dissipate.

The boy subconsciously stretched out his palm and passed through the faint clouds floating in the air beside him.

"Boom!"

Xiao Liu'er has something to say:

First of all, I wish you dear readers and friends in advance, a healthy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy National Day!

Before he fell unconscious, the boy faintly heard a childish laugh in his ears.

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It is the National Day holiday, and the editors also have to take a holiday, so chapter revisions may not be reviewed for the time being.

As for the mutilated part of the latter part of chapter forty-five, it can be roughly summarized as the young man witnessing the slaughter of his companions in the second illusion, and his grief and anger are unbearable.

The specific plot may have to be modified after the holiday, please be patient and understand!