Because of the pain, Yang Zhao's eyebrows kept beating, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, he knew that he couldn't endure it anymore, so he absolutely mobilized his mind and dived to the depths of the sea of knowledge.

Although there are some pity and unwillingness, he still has to crush the fragments of consciousness left behind in the sea of consciousness, otherwise he may really go crazy in this pain, or even die directly.

Only he forgot, there are two long swords.

As soon as he mobilized his mental power, another thunderous sound sounded in the sky above the big city.

The invisible long sword fell from the high heavenly dome and slashed directly at his body.

At this moment, he felt as if his body had been split in half, and his heart had also been split in half.

Although he bit his lip, he could not prevent a terrible howl from bursting out of his lips.

He fell to the ground in pain and vomited blood, his body twisting like a loach stuffed into a hot pan, and the ground soon became bloody.

The long sword from the sky continued to slash, and the long sword from the sea of knowledge also continued to slash, his eyes were dilated, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he fainted, but even in a coma, his body still twitched from time to time, and it was obvious that the two sharp swords from the sky and the head were still chopping.

I don't know how long it took, but he woke up in that room, but fortunately the thunder stopped, and so did the slashing sword.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and walked out of the room with difficulty, to the lake behind the small courtyard.

Xuan Yuruo was on the shore of the lake, looking at his pale face and the blood stains on his body, a little surprised. He was stunned and said, "Little junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Zhao looked at the blue starry sky and asked softly, "Did you hear thunder?"

Xuan Yuruo looked confused and said, "What thunder?"

Yang Zhao's expression was also very confused, and he said, "Why is it only me who can hear it?"

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Back in the small courtyard, sitting under the tree and meditating, Yang Zhao felt that his spirit had completely recovered, got up and walked towards the room, Xiaobai pulled him and said, "Brother Zhao, if you don't understand." Why suffer?"

Yang Zhao didn't look back. said: "I have suffered so much, of course I have to figure it out. ”

When he came to that room, he lit the candle on the table, which he was already familiar with. It's done naturally.

The candle flame is faintly lit. The shadow reappears on the wall.

He walked over to the wall. He sat down cross-legged, thought for a moment, and drew his Void Sword and placed it on the ground beside him. At the same time, take those magic weapons from the storage ring and prepare to use them later.

In fact, he knew very well that whether it was the Void Sword or the magic weapon, it had no meaning to the shadow on the wall and the two long swords, because this was a calamity of extraordinary significance.

But doing so will give him a little more peace of mind.

It didn't take long for the thunder in the sky to start again, Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo in the small courtyard still didn't hear it, and only Yang Zhao could hear this thunder.

He looked at the shadows on the wall and said, "Come on." ”

The shadow stood up and began to roar furiously and silently, and began to struggle.

The long sword swung wildly in Yang Zhao's sea of consciousness again.

The chaotic purple light in the sea of knowledge was instantly split by this long sword, and even the "Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture" disappeared without a trace.

Yang Zhao's face turned pale suddenly, the blue tendons on his forehead kept emerging with the rhythm of the axe's fall, and his clenched teeth began to bleed, but he always maintained a cross-kneeled posture and refused to surrender.

Now he knew very well that the shadow on the wall might be his own or that person, and the long sword in his head was actually a fragment of divine consciousness left by that person.

At that time, when he couldn't bear the pain, he wanted to use his divine consciousness to suppress the fragment of that person's consciousness, but at that moment, the long sword in the sky fell.

Although he didn't understand the truth of the matter at first, in his confusion, he instinctively wanted to destroy the fragments of consciousness left by that person, and it was at that time that thunder sounded in the sky.

He didn't have the ability to resist two sharp swords at the same time, and he wanted to see if he could resist this long sword in the sea of knowledge.

"You keep struggling and writhing, people who know know you're uncomfortable, and people who don't know are afraid that they'll think you're really crazy. What exactly do you want to do?"

Yang Zhao looked at the shadow on the wall that was struggling in pain, and asked with a pale face: "What do you want, you just say, how do you know what you want if you don't say it?"

The shadow still didn't answer him.

The sword was still slashing in his head, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans ran down the bridge of his nose. It flowed into his mouth, a little salty, but he didn't know if it was sweat or blood.

He stared at the shadow on the wall, his body trembling, enduring more and more terrible pain, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails sunk deep into his palms.

"What the fuck do you want!" he cried out in pain and rage.

The shadow suddenly stopped, turned into a shadow, spread out in all directions, and finally occupied the whole room, whether it was candlelight or the starlight outside the window, falling on the walls and the ground, it was dark.

In this dark world, Yang Zhao saw the stone beams hanging in the air in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, saw the word tablet, saw the altar like white bones, and saw the figure left in the void sword intent.

I don't know where to go, but I am always in this mountain!

Yang Zhao woke up and remembered the words he had heard, only to realize that this was not an answer to his own question, but just a wisp of thought, retelling the past.

And Huang Quan's figure also appeared in his sea of consciousness, there seemed to be a ghost fire shining in it, his face was distorted, looking extremely painful, and he shouted in a hissed voice: "But these are all fake! The Tao is fake! The Buddha is fake! The demon is also fake!"

Yang Zhao woke up, cold sweat dripping.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the shadows in the room suddenly closed into shadows sitting cross-legged on the wall.

Xiao Bai and Xuan Yuruo walked behind him, looked at the shadow quietly, and the two said in unison: "He is not the shadow of that person." ”

Yang Zhao's head was still in severe pain, and he asked in a trance, "Who is that?"

Xiaobai looked at him. said: "That shadow looks like you." ”

Yang Zhao shook his head and asked, "Why me?" and what about the thunder from the sky?"

Xiaobai said: "I don't know, I don't know. ”

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When Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo left, Yang Zhao asked the shadow on the wall painfully, scolded angrily, but still did not find the answer.

The most painful thing for him was that if he didn't go to this room, the long sword in his head wouldn't cut him, but no matter where he was, the thunder in the sky would always continue, the invisible long sword. Constantly slashing at his body and mind. As if he didn't cut him in two, he would not give up.

No one could hear the thunder falling from the sky, just as no one could hear the thunder in the sea of Yang Zhaozhi, and no one could see the long sword and axe that fell from the sky. No one can see it.

Yang Zhao sometimes even thinks that these are hallucinations. But the pain is incomparably clear. was constantly reminding him that the long sword really existed, and that someone was really cutting him non-stop.

There is a long sword at all times. It was such a pain, he couldn't bear it at all, his body became weaker and weaker, his spirit became more and more distracted, he couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed into the courtyard and yelled at the sky, only to find that there was no point at all.

Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo are still taking care of him wholeheartedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, dispelling the shadow of nightmares for him, holding his hand, and occasionally looking at the sky.

Time passed slowly like this, Yang Zhao didn't know how long he was chopped by those two long swords, the time became so long and unbearable in the painful torture, he even thought about committing suicide, but he was reluctant to Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo.

At a certain moment, Yang Zhao got up from the bed, walked to the table, stretched out his trembling fingers, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, he used a lot of strength to not let the bowl fall.

Real pain will make people's body react instinctively, and the endless pain is a great torture for the spirit and a great harm to the body.

He pushed the door and walked out of the room, looked at Xuan Yuruo, who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and said, "I don't have an appetite." Just eat whatever you want. ”

Xiao Bai looked at him quietly and suddenly smiled.

Yang Zhao thought there was something on his face, and reached out to touch it, only to find that he had lost a lot of weight.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he remembered that he hadn't had pain in a long time.

He looked up at the bright starry sky and muttered, "Don't you cut it?"

Xiaobai shook his head and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you want to go out for a walk?"

These days, Yang Zhao rarely went out of the hospital for a walk, he didn't want to hold Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo's hands, walk to the weeping willows by the river, and suddenly his face was pale and he couldn't afford to fall to the ground, which was very shameless.

But...... Since the long sword in the sky is not cut. Or can you go out for a walk? It's just that why doesn't the long sword split, but I feel a little lost?

"Okay. He said with a smile, but he hadn't laughed in a long time because of the pain that was all the while, so the smile seemed a little stiff.

Xuan Yuruo wiped the water on her apron and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "Just take a turn outside!"

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Chiba listened to the scriptures recited by the little monk in those stone towers every day, and forgot the master he wanted to see, but Zhenyu was intoxicated by Miss Lingyu's flower house every day, and Xuanjiao also lingered in the food tavern every day.

Nan Ming and Su Nian have become even more lonely since they killed dozens of Jindan monks and those Yuanying monks that day, and they are looking for monks in this world to challenge every day.

As for Zuo Lang and Zhichang, they are even more powerful, one has won all the gambling houses in this big city, while the other has traveled to every corner of the big city.

They have fallen deeper and deeper into the unhappy life, just like Yang Zhao, but they don't have the same pain as Yang Zhao.

There is a wind from outside the mountain, blowing the placket of the whirring, the old trees between the rocks shake sharply, the mountains and rocks fall straight down, when the rain falls, the rain clouds that drift to the sky above the city in the distance are also suddenly darkened, countless rain silk into a pillar, pouring down from the last twilight, when the heavy rain pours, the black shadow just occupies half of the star dome, the darkness is like a moment in a trance, which is difficult to detect. (To be continued......)