The paradise-like demon village is now a sea of blood, a gorgeous woman in white stands in the sea of blood, and a murderous man in black stands aside.

The woman's eyebrows are like green feathers, her muscles are like mutton fat, the autumn waves are enchanting, the spring bamboo shoots are slender and charming, and she has a good appearance, but this beautiful woman is like a fairy, her bright red lips are light, and she actually said extremely vicious words.

"Ying'er is really a lovely child, she is covered in blood, and when she has no strength at all, she does not forget to crawl towards you tenaciously and stubbornly. It's a pity that she worked hard for a long time, but she could only stretch her little paws. Oh, what a pity for me!"

Mei Nu stretched out her hand as if she was mournful, covering her eyes, as if she was not the one who did the evil things waiting for her.

The old tree spirit continued to cry blood, and it seemed to appear in front of him, that quirky little girl, her eyes and smile, her joys, sorrows, and sorrows. The sorrow is deep, and the sorrow is not sad. The old tree spirit Mu was prosperous, and his face returned to calm from hideous.

"The last Nizi, still screaming sadly, crawled to your side with difficulty, when you had just been attacked by the scorpion and fell unconscious, I let go of the peach blossom miasma and let the little fox in. ”

"Looking at her constant whimpering, no human sound came out of her mouth, only the cry of the fox, haha! She also tried to wake you up, did you feel the touch of her little paws on your face? Did you hear her desperate wail? Did you see that her eyes were full of tears?" Mei Nu smiled casually, and interestingly admired the old tree spirit's expression, just as she admired Xiaoying's sorrow before.

But what disappointed her was that the old tree spirit's face couldn't wave, only Du Xu felt the turmoil in his heart, Mei Nu was tired of this game, yes, she regarded it as a fun game.

The scene she expected did not appear, and the old dryad never collapsed, on the contrary, he seemed to be getting calmer and calmer, "What a disappointment! Dead old man, why are you so stubborn? I knew that I would have left her corpse and fed it to you." How's that going? Is that a good idea? So you're going to cry out and break down!"

The old tree spirit Mu Rongsheng closed his eyes, revealing a smile of great enlightenment, no sorrow, no anger, no resentment, only a smile of great relief and great enlightenment, in the eyes of Mei Nu and Scorpion Man, it is extremely hateful.

"Dead old man, I'm going to make you have a good time today!" the scorpion's face was completely distorted, and he screamed hoarsely.

"Scorpion, you want it~"

Mei Nu didn't have a chance to say the second half of the sentence! A cyan sword light, with a resolute and determined meaning, slashed towards the man and woman, it was so bright, as if it was burning all life, short and brilliant.

Du Xu looked at the cyan sword light in amazement, it was the soul of the old tree spirit, Du Xu was in another time and space, the sword light seemed to break through the boundaries of time and space, making Du Xu feel that his soul was stabbed by the sword light, obviously just a thousand-year-old goblin who refined his soul and perfected it, and the sword light that burned his life, even if it was facing him head-on, would not cause any trouble to Du Xu, but the chill of the sword light, the firmness and no regrets when the sword came out, deeply shocked Du Xu.

This is the spirit of the sword, the purest and sharpest sword light.

The legendary sword cultivator, who does not practice magic powers, does not practice talismans and magic weapons, and only relies on a flying sword in his hand to break all the laws, and is invincible. Let you have a thousand spells, all kinds of avenues, I will break them with a sword.

"One sword breaks ten thousand laws" Du Xu gently read out the true meaning of the sword of the old tree spirit.

The five-cloud peach blossom miasma propped up by Mei Nu, and the huge black scorpion that the scorpion turned into a barbaric scorpion, melted, diffused, and disappeared in this pure sword light. Their magic weapons and spells, in the face of this sword light without regrets, are like remnants of snow meeting the rising sun, quietly dissolving.

This sword, I didn't feel the old tree spirit emitting regret, some were just fearless, and seemed to be muttering a name: "Xiaoying." ”

Du Xu knew that the old tree spirit issued this sword, not to burn the essence blood, and the soul and the two beasts were wiped out, because his essence had been scattered, and he had no power to restrain the chicken at all, but for another thing, it seemed that it was something more important than his own life, using his own existence as a sacrifice, and sending out an earth-shattering sword.

Watching the cyan sword light turn into points of light and dissipate in the air, Du Xu had a feeling of being shocked, for the sake of determination and firmness, and at the same time he realized something in his heart: the way of the sword immortal, not relying on external objects. Indomitable, the sword has no regrets.

The reason why Du Xu couldn't comprehend the supreme sword path recorded in the West Kunlun Dao Sutra was because he did not have the courage to go forward despite tens of millions of people, and he did not have the fearlessness, determination and firm will to transcend life and death.

The way of the sword is so peculiar, it is the monks who are afraid of life and death, but only the one who is fearless of life and death among them is the sword cultivator. This seemingly contradictory sentence is Du Xu's current understanding of sword cultivation.

Du Xu is an ordinary college student on the earth, he has no firm will, and there is nothing more important than life, he is just an ordinary ordinary person, and some are just immortal **, free ambition.

Later, he got the Kunlun Mirror, fearing life and death, and his Dao heart sprouted. Du Xu has always regarded the great terror between life and death as his determination to seek the Tao, and looked down on the monks who were addicted to the red world, but today he saw another thing, a kind of Dao heart that is not afraid of life and death, a kind of determination to have no regrets.

This is an old dryad who has been doing nothing for thousands of years, and a little fox who is ignorant and confused, bringing him insights and shocks.

Cultivation is for the sake of self, for the sake of freedom, if you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and steal life, even if you achieve immortality, you are just a ghoul, and in order to survive you give up your own nature, dignity, and everything that constitutes yourself, it is just a stone, rotten wood, rotten flesh, not an immortal.

Practicing for the sake of eternal life, giving up many important things for the sake of eternal life, that is not the joy of eternal life, but the suffering of eternal life, living is only tortured, and the longer you live forever, the longer you will be tortured.

Only when you are immortal, you have the ability and courage to defend your freedom and **, that is the joy of immortality!

Du Xu looked at the sword light that gradually dissipated in the phantom of time and space, and said solemnly: "I am guided by you today, comprehend the right path of immortality, and have the determination and courage to have no regrets, and I will definitely help you overcome the calamity in the future, and Du Xiaoying will embark on the path." After finishing speaking, a little sword light in the fantasy came out of the phantom of time and space and sank into Du Xu's eyebrows.

This is the illusion of time and space, the sword intent of the old tree spirit at the end of his life, he sensed Du Xu's oath, submerged into Du Xu's soul, and helped him to help him in the way of the sword.

This last bit of sword light disappeared, and the illusion of the demon village in Du Xu's heart gradually faded, and he also woke up from the innate deduction, and when the soul completely woke up, the illusion of the demon village in his heart quickly dissipated, and soon his heart was empty and lonely.

Du Xu opened his eyes and felt that the world was very different, and if he sensed it carefully, the power of his soul was greatly improved, which was better than a year of penance. Looking at the peaceful atmosphere of the demon village, thinking of the scene of the sea of blood in the calculation, the nameless fire spontaneously arose, and a killing intent rose against the slaves, scorpions, and the so-called "masters" behind them.

He couldn't forget the innocent and tragic deaths of his students, neighbors, and kind villagers in his calculations, although it had not yet happened, but in his heart he had already sentenced them and their masters to death.