Yang Zhao looked at the shadow of the painful struggle in a daze, for some reason, he could feel the pain of the other party, and what made him feel even more cold was that from the struggles of the shadow, he felt a deep unwillingness and anger, that unwillingness and anger was so desperate that the whole world would cry with despair.

A strong bitterness rushed to the eyebrows, and Yang Zhao cried like this.

At this moment, there was a thunderclap outside the sky, and the rain began to fall heavier and heavier.

The thunder and the sound of the rain are mixed together, it is so melodious, it can clear the heart, can calm the mind.

Listening to the thunder outside the sky, Yang Zhao's mood began to gradually calm down.

The shadow on the wall also calmed down, but in an instant, the shadow struggled again, and became even more crazy and violent because of the cry!

Buzz bang!

It was not the thunder outside the sky, but the voice in Yang Zhao's head, and he felt as if someone was holding a sharp long sword in his head, slashing down at his skull!

An indescribable extreme pain spread from the top of his head to his body, his face was pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't cry out in pain!

After a while, the thunder outside the sky stopped, and there was silence.

The bell in Yang Zhao's head was still ringing, and the long sword was still clucking at his skull, as if it was going to split his head, and he was holding his head and rolling on the ground in pain!

What's going on?

Because of the intense pain, his sweat soaked through his clothes, and his mind was in a trance. I didn't notice that in the deepest part of my sea of consciousness, there were several fragments of consciousness that became extremely bright, as if they were about to explode.

The only consciousness he had left was to find the man with the sword in his head, and he was going to kill that person, and he was going to get rid of this terrible pain!

He struggled to climb to the wall, looked at the frantically struggling shadow, drew the Void Sword, and slashed down with all his strength. He knew that this qiē must have something to do with this shadow. He's going to hack him to death!

The sword fell on the wall, the smoke and dust rose and the stone bricks flew wildly, but the shadow remained. Still in front of his eyes.

That's when it happened. In the heavenly dome very high above the city. Suddenly, another thunderclap sounded.

The thunder fell into the room, on him, and on his heart.

Someone danced wildly with a sword in his head.

Someone danced wildly in the sky with a sword.

He cowered in the corner. His face was pale, his eyes were scattered and painful, as if he was going to die at any moment.

If there was a hole in the corner of the wall, Yang Zhao would definitely get into it, no matter if it was the endless abyss or the legendary netherworld below, but no, so he could only hold his head, trembling in pain, sweating like pulp, blood kept dripping out from the corners of his lips, tears flowed profusely, and his clothes were already wet.

He had never experienced such terrible pain, and even felt that it was countless times more difficult than being struck by the heavenly thunder when he broke through the Great Realm, and the long sword in his head and the long sword in the sky kept falling, as if it would never stop, which was extremely desperate.

Later, his body even began to twitch, his eyes began to fade, and even the color of his lips had turned an ominous gray, which was really not much different from a dead man.

I don't know how long it took, the long sword from the heavenly dome finally stopped, although the long sword in his head was still chopping, but it was a little better, he stood up against the wall with unimaginable perseverance, and rushed out of the room, not daring to look back at the shadow.

Escaping from the room, he coughed up blood and walked to the small courtyard, and when he saw the figures of Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo under the tree, his spirit suddenly relaxed, and he could no longer resist the weakness caused by the pain, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

When he woke up, Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo were already asleep sitting on the edge of the bed, and there was a bowl of grass ginseng porridge on the table, and there was a faint heat on the porridge, it seemed that they had been hot many times.

Yang Zhao remembered those nights in Weicheng Qingming Mountain and Taixu Gate many years ago, his mood was slightly warm, he got up and helped them to the bed, covered the bedding for them, and there was a sound in his abdomen, only to find that he was already hungry, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge, wiped his mouth, and was about to sleep next to them as he had done after coming here, but his face suddenly turned pale.

He remembered what had happened in his bedroom—as soon as he moved, he felt another sharp pain in his head, and it was clear that no one was slashing him with a sword, but the aftermath of pain was still there.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes, quietly looked at Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo for a long time, and suddenly pointed to his head and said, "It seems that someone has left a mark in my sea of knowledge." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo's expressions were slightly stunned, the two of them didn't know what was going on Yang Zhao's body, why someone in his head was holding a long sword and kept chopping, even if he could explain this problem, then how to explain the invisible long sword falling from the sky?

Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo got up slightly, leaned in front of Yang Zhao, looked at the gray sky, and their voices trembled slightly: "Is it the one who came during the day?"

Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "Probably, I always feel like he's reminding me, or is he helping me?"

Xiaobai's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Brother Zhao, then let's listen to him and leave here." ”

When Xuan Yuruo heard this, she also nodded with a strange expression.

Yang Zhao thought about the pain of being chopped, and shouted angrily: "Why do you want to go? Isn't this the life we want?"

Yang Zhao felt that this statement was a bit unreasonable, but he decided not to look at the figure today.

Although he wanted to know what was going on with the shadow on the wall, and why there was a sword in his head and in the sky to cut him, he didn't want to repeat that painful process again, human curiosity can indeed overcome the fear of the unknown, but not necessarily that pain.

He stayed in the room, lying next to Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo, and whenever there was a loud thunder in the sky, his face would turn a little pale because he was afraid.

Xiao Bai looked at his expression and said with some puzzlement: "You weren't such a person who was afraid of pain before. ”

Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "I was afraid of pain before, but I have to take care of you, so I can only pretend not to be afraid." ”

Xuan Yuruo said, "You have to take care of two people now. ”

Yang Zhao thought for a while and said: "It makes sense, you have to figure out what is going on, otherwise there will be a problem, but let's talk about it in a few days, I'm really a little afraid." ”

After all, he still underestimated the curiosity of human beings, or because he had to take care of Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo, he overcame his fear, he didn't wait longer, and after lying down for a while, he walked in front of the figure, but he didn't know that Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo couldn't see this shadow.

He was silent for a long time against the wall, there was no shadow on the wall.

He lit the candle on the table again, and when he lit the fire, his hands trembled a little, so that the flame shook slightly.

The shadow reappeared on the wall, at first, a little faint from the flickering of the candle flame, and then it became clear in a short time.

Yang Zhao stood up, just this simple action, it seemed to consume all his strength, so that when he walked towards the wall, his steps seemed a little weak.

The shadow sat cross-legged, as if practicing.

Yang Zhao took several deep breaths, sat down cross-legged against the wall.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking at the shadow.

Naturally, the shadow would not answer him, silent as a dead thing.

Yang Zhao stared at the shadow deadly, as if he wanted to see through the shadow.

The shadow has no eyes, and naturally does not look at him.

Just when Yang Zhao thought that he would spend his time so peacefully, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky.

The thunder began to echo in his ears, and he couldn't even tell whether the thunder was coming from the sky or ringing in his heart.

Yang Zhao's expression was very nervous, he remembered that after the thunder sounded, there was a strange change.

This time it was the same, the thunder seemed to signal the beginning of the catastrophe, and the shadows on the wall began to go crazy.

The shadow stopped crossing its knees, stood up and began to wave its arms at the sky, not calling anyone, but looking at the fierce situation, it was more like scolding somewhere in the sky.

The shadow turned into a black flame, dancing constantly, as if it was about to burn a qiē, and like a prisoner in pain on the stake, his body was burned and scorched by the flames, which looked particularly terrifying.

Yang Zhao's heart was slightly sour, and he began to cry, because he felt the unwillingness of the shadow again, felt the despair and anger of the other party, and felt the desolate sadness that seemed endless.

He seemed to see a monk, standing under the sky, facing the torrential rain falling in the night sky, angrily cursing the heavens and the earth, slandering the Tao and destroying the Buddha, and wishing to tear the entire Heavenly Dao apart.

Yang Zhao shed tears, not only because he felt these feelings, but also because he knew that he would soon start to bear the pain of that time.

Buzz bang!

Yang Zhao felt that someone was standing in his sea of consciousness, holding a sharp long sword, and slashed at his skull, as if he was going to break his head open, and then jumped out.

The pain spread from the top of his head to his limbs, and he even felt that his skin was being pricked by countless fine needles, and that feeling was like being skinned and sprinkled with countless handfuls of sea salt!

Yang Zhao's face suddenly turned pale, and his body kept trembling, like a mountain that could collapse at any time, but he had prepared tonight, and he forcibly maintained a cross-kneeled posture.

"Who are you, and what are you going to do?"

He looked at the shadows on the wall and shouted angrily.

The shadow on the wall didn't answer him, and was still struggling desperately, scolding and striking at the sky, so that the long sword was still cutting his head.

Yang Zhaoqiang endured the pain, biting his lip tightly, his trembling and hoarse voice seeped out from between his teeth, looking extremely miserable, and shouted: "If you don't stop, I will destroy you!"

But the shadow still ignored him, and seemed to laugh at him, and seemed very contemptuous. (To be continued......)