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High in the sky, the cloud turtle soared slowly among the clouds, and in the immortal mansion, the former immortal monarch closed his eyes tightly, and a painful look appeared on his delicate face.

Bai Yi, who was trapped in the heart demon tribulation, saw the childhood years that were forcibly opened by the heart demon, and the memory that he sealed with his own hands was displayed in front of him like a memory......

The boy who came down the mountain slipped down from a vine halfway up the mountain, patted the grass clippings on his body at the foot of the mountain, playfully picked up a piece of grass, held his hands behind his head, and leisurely jumped on a bluestone in the forest.

The clear blue sky is a place for teenagers to let their dreams fly, and Bai Yi always fantasizes that one day, he can fly high into the sky like those clouds.

He likes to look at the sky, especially the blue sky, but today there are different colors in the sky.

Dark clouds began to appear in a corner of the sky, rolling towards the green hills.

"Is it going to rain?"

The boy spat out the grass in his mouth in boredom, but he had no intention of getting up, and even if it rained, it would not take much time to run from here to home, because the small mountain village was built near the foot of the mountain.

"That's not rain...... It's people!"

The young man who had always looked at the sky finally saw the dark clouds rolling from the sky at this time, and there were many, many figures in the clouds, and the light of thunder arcs flashed in those figures, and from time to time there would be firelight, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing were getting closer and closer.

"Immortals!"

Standing on the bluestone, Bai Yi was surprised to see the figures who were constantly fighting getting closer and closer, and he finally saw the legendary cultivator. But those immortals didn't pay attention to the plans of mortals, and they were in a vicious fight. The sea of ice, rain and fire rises and falls, and from time to time there are some terrifying boulders falling from the sky.

Rumble!

Not far from the woods. A boulder that flew out of the figures of those fierce battles smashed several big trees that could only be hugged by two people into powder, and the remnants of the Dao Law that the cultivators unintentionally unintentionally unfolded in the vicious battle were as terrifying as Tianwei in the eyes of the young people.

"Brother!"

Not far away in the woods, a little girl jumped up, waving an orchid she had just picked in her hand, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to that of a teenager.

"Thunder, brother, let's go home!"

The sound of boulders falling. The girl sounds like thunder, the younger sister who is playing at the foot of the mountain, happily beckons her brother home, at this time, the father and mother should have cooked the fire, and when the brother and sister come home, there will be a fragrant dinner in front of them, after dinner, she will pestered her brother to tell the story of the strange chrysalis on the top of the mountain. She couldn't climb the high green mountains, so she was very curious about the silkworm chrysalis called Wan Po.

Her name is Bai Li'er, Bai Yi's biological sister......

The fight in the distance gradually diffused, and the young man on the bluestone became dull at this time. Bai Yi's soul, who was watching all this in the sky, involuntarily fell into the young man's body, and then a brief moment appeared in the young man's eyes. And a crazy look.

"Li'er, run away!"

Heart-rending cries. When he opened his mouth, it became eerily silent. Bai Yi watched a boulder fall from the sky, completely erasing the girl's figure from this world, except for a small hand stained with bright red......

"No !!"

The boy on the bluestone roared madly and rushed towards the boulder, he pushed and pushed desperately, but he couldn't push for half a minute, and the shoulders that were not strong had been ground by the boulder to a bloody blur, and he still kept hitting the cold stone.

Returning to their memories, Bai Yi and Bai Yi's thoughts actually completely overlapped at this moment, whether it was the carefree mountain village boy or the carefree immortal monarch who had stepped on the pinnacle of the human world, what they did desperately was just to push off that stone......

The strength was gradually exhausted, and the panting boy slid down the boulder weakly, and it really rained in the sky, and the tears in his eyes mixed with the rain, and finally spread all over the world......

Bang!

The sound of thunder sounded again, but the boy could hear it, it was not thunder, but the muffled sound of the boulder falling again, and in the heavy rain, the boy named Bai Yi watched the outline of the vague mountain village in the rain curtain gradually being buried by countless boulders......

I don't know when, the rain stopped, but the torrential rain raging in my heart can't stop in this life.

The small mountain village that was quiet in the past has become a ruin at this time, and the whole village has died in this unjustified disaster, except for Bai Yi.

"Immortal ......"

The young man standing in the ruins could no longer see where the fighting strongmen had gone, and a pair of fists were pinched out of blood by him.

"So this is the fairy !!"

The poignant and hoarse roar echoed in the ruins for a long time, on the green mountain, the young man picked off the strange chrysalis called Wan Po, looked back at the butterfly that was waving its wings on the branches, and left his hometown and embarked on the road of cultivation.

In the blood-colored world, the light gate opened by the heart demon had disappeared, and the giant sword that Bai Yi had condensed with all his mind changed from a transparent outline to a condensed one again.

It turned out that what was sealed by himself was not a memory, but a heart-wrenching sadness......

The sword of the Dao Heart, which was shrouded in sorrow, lost its original edge, the heart demon opened its big dry hand, and the nightmare showed a successful sinister smile, and soon, the strong man known as the war immortal would be completely devoured by them.

After the grief, the anger was monstrous, the Dao Heart Sword rose with boundless flames, and there were even fine cracks on the sword body, this irrepressible anger can burn everything in the world, even the Dao Heart will be wiped out in anger.

"Be angry, Lord Immortal Monarch, all the cultivators who killed mortals in vain deserve to die, and you, the Battle Immortal Bai Yi, are the initiators of the killing and calamity!"

The bewitching whisper of the heart demon sounded again: "Slaughtering hundreds of millions of people of the same clan, you need to go through the killing and calamity, once ten thousand bones are withered, ten thousand years of thunder will be extinguished, the mortals who died in the hands of your war immortals, are they ninety million, or eighty million, the foreign human race, also the human race, and you have the same family, brothers ......and sisters, you slaughtered hundreds of millions of fellow clansmen, shouldn't you pay it with your life?"

Childhood memories, coupled with the advent of the killing calamity, the cunning demons used the most insidious method of attacking the heart, wanting to completely crush Bai Yi's state of mind!

The slaughter caused by the slaughter of life and death has formed the strongest contrast with the bleak past in childhood memories, the fall of Butterfly has caused the wrath of the war immortals, and in the fierce battle with the corpse immortals, the extraterritorial human race has been affected by hundreds of millions of giants, and the corpse soul domain dominated by the corpse immortals has become full of holes.

Bai Yi's killing calamity was revealed by the cunning demon at this time, and the purpose of the demon was to arouse Bai Yi's guilt and self-blame, and use this negative emotion carried by the heavenly calamity as the last straw that crushed the camel!

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )