A ghoul suddenly drew out his sharp sword, blood splattered in it, and stabbed down with the sword again.

Every wound caused was filled with cold blood and hot fire.

Cold blood flowed all over the body, and the ground was stained.

"If you deceive others in the day, you cannot escape the retribution of the night. Do you think your struggle and perseverance today can change anything? You should never have been able to achieve this by sacrificing your own life for righteousness.

If you are favored by everyone, then you are truly the chosen one.

But you were born mediocre, disliked by your father, abandoned by your mother, and kept company with those boring and cold books all day long. The person you loved abandoned you and chose to marry someone else.

Su Guanhai sympathizes with you and loves you, but he doesn't show too much selfishness and use.

You can't achieve any great things while you are alive, and even if you die, your death will be as light as a feather, and your name cannot even be mentioned.

What are you still holding on to? Tianxi Sword Sect? Zhongyou Dynasty? Or this world?

You are so great. It is clear that no one asked you to do this. It is clear that no one needs you.

Even your mother, to her, you are just a dispensable object.

Even if you died, she never came to find you, leaving you to wait for two hundred years, accompanied by darkness."

The luster in Balian's eyes became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind or a flower in the rain. The scarlet blood flowing out of his body slowly seeped out a ray of blackness.

His calm and confused face finally showed a trace of sadness and pain, and he struggled to murmur: "That's not the case..."

Zang Xin looked at that bit of darkness and raised the corners of his lips.

Sure enough, the demon species buried in his and Su Jing's bodies two hundred years ago did not disappear or change due to death.

Today, he can use it again.

"Why isn't it like this? If she really needs you, why is your coffin not in the Zhongyou Dynasty, but in the deserted land of the dead demon?

She left you and never left the Zhongyou Dynasty. With the help of a strand of your hair and a magical talisman, she picked up a new 'you' at her fingertips. She has lost nothing. You deserve to die for being mediocre and incompetent and not expected!"

"That's not the case!" Bailian's face suddenly turned ferocious, and his body violently resisted.

Not even the ghouls pressing on him could restrain his strength.

Yingxiu frowned worriedly and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Zangxin raising his hand.

Zhan Xin's mouth was full of joyful anticipation, and he continued to speak in a unique and charming tone:

"There will be no dead left in this world, no one will wait for you to return, no one will remember you, time will only be left to the living, and death will be meaningless...

If you don’t believe it, just take a look at yourself and see how much you look like before.”

Zangxin raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A heart mirror was suspended in front of Balian, and what was reflected was a face without facial features, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes.

She was shedding tears of blood and looking at him with a soulless expression.

That face and eyes were like a devil poking its head out from the abyss, discerning the turmoil of people's hearts and quietly peeping at the world.

The indescribable and terrifying gaze easily brought out the darkest, unmentionable past hidden deep in my heart.

In the pain that surged like a scorching wave of flames, Balian's consciousness sank deeper and deeper, and his body's struggle became stronger and stronger.

The ghouls pressing on him also stopped moving.

Ying Xiu looked at the mirror with a faint gaze. He only glanced at it tightly, and the heart in the hollow of his chest suddenly beat violently, as if he had been greatly affected.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he hurriedly covered his eyes, not daring to continue to peep, lest his soul and consciousness would fall into the terrifying abyss and be lost forever.

Burial Heart is good at playing with people's hearts, and naturally relies on more than just ordinary tricks of bewitching and controlling hearts.

Three thousand years ago, You Gui Lang was a genius who ranked among the top in the Immortal Sect's famous family. He was brave enough to be worthy of all men.

Even though his mind was so strong, it was ruined by his own hands into such a state that he would never be able to rest in peace for the rest of his life.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, who would have guessed that Erhe Burial Heart in the Demon Realm still retains such mysterious methods.

He is also so proficient in spiritual power.

In this way, it is difficult for Ying Xiu not to doubt that there is something else that Erhe Zhanxin cannot do.

Cultivate the art of hundreds of schools and practice the art of thousands of people.

There is such a demon in the demon world. It is no wonder that under the aura of prosperity of this immortal way, it has been unable to attack the small northern demon sect for a long time.

The snake strikes seven inches to attack its vital points.

Although Ying Xiu was not a bystander, he gradually realized that his every move and mood was under the perfect control of Zhan Xin.

He clearly wanted to kill the thorn in Balian's side with great urgency.

But Zhanxin's few words made him completely give up the idea of ​​killing him now.

He was even looking forward to the scene where this guy who dominated his limelight in Xianling City or the Tianxi Sword Sect and was loved by everyone would appear in front of everyone after degenerating into the virtue of Youguilang.

This is indeed more interesting than killing him directly.

He glanced at Balian, whose eyes were cloudy and had been under the control of the Eye Technique for so long.

Although his spiritual consciousness seems to be crumbling like a candle, the spiritual platform still holds its own and does not appear to collapse.

I couldn't help but feel annoyed in my heart, this is really a hard nut to crack.

Buried Heart did not look disappointed. Under the mental attack of his pupil technique, Bailian was able to resist and persevere.

The more fun he can find in it.

The stronger a person's heart is, the more charming he will be to seduce and corrupt his soul.

"Drought is a mistake, and poverty is a mistake. People should die in the water, not on the shore."

Since you are born in the mortal world and have no ability to inherit the crown and sword, it is wrong to be the son of the righteous sword sect.

Thanks to my gift two hundred years ago, you died unjustly. Maybe you have hatred in your heart.

But if you think about it from another angle, if you had not died at the age of sixteen, you would have had to endure this "ordinary" sin for the rest of your life. Zhongyou and Tianxi should have been the good friends of Qin and Jin, and the empress and the sword master also sincerely

Promise.

Because of you, the two of them were at odds with each other. You made your mother depressed and your father was scolded because of you!

Ninety-nine drops of pure water are all black because of your one drop of ink. Your birth is a mistake that you must spend your whole life correcting.

In this way, if I give you a death, it is not a redemption."

"The great roads are sparse. It is difficult for a human being to cultivate immortality and become a Taoist. It is difficult to change one's destiny, to break one's fate, to be blocked by dust, and to see the light of the sky.

After entering death and resurrecting, one thought can turn into a demon. You can cross the insurmountable sea and climb the unscalable mountain. Why should you stick to it and be trapped in a mountain and become a prison and rot with the dust? "

The words that buried the heart were like a poisonous python that chooses people to eat and spit out red letters, coiling in front of Balian's head and raising its tail.

In the mirror, more and more blood and tears were flowing on that face without facial features, and Bailian's violently struggling body gradually became quieter.

Bailian Qingming's spiritual platform seemed to be exhausted little by little, and in the blurred and crimson distorted vision, his energy and spirit seemed to be exhausted little by little.

The dark blood energy that resisted Burial Heart all over his body withered instantly, and a suffocating sense of death enveloped Bailian forcefully.

In the haze, the mysterious voice kept trying to persuade him to give up.

The nagging voice of Zangxin was like drowning, and Balian was like a drowning man, gasping and raising his head vigorously in order to take in the last breath of air.

Zang Xin gently stroked Bai Lian's head, with a hint of inexplicable and strange love:

"There is no such thing as good or evil in the world. Only with moral laws can good and evil be derived. But moral laws are all made by the strong.

If you abandon the Tao and become a demon, and turn this world upside down, it will only be a matter of your words."

"So give up the light and come to my side..."

Under the comfort of the Heart-Burning Palm, Balian's struggling and raised head seemed to have been pushed down into the abyss and into the water again, and it was difficult to get up from the sinking.

Buried Heart's technique at this moment is like that of a tailor.

Use the sharp scissors of words to cut Balian into pieces like a doll.

Then gently pick it up and sew it back together to make it look like your ideal.

"What are you still insisting on? You are so dishonorable, embarrassed, and unloved by the world. This road has been deadlocked since two hundred years ago. If you continue on, what awaits you will only be a deeper hell."

Zhan Xin was almost done talking, and he could clearly feel that there was something under Balian's body that was still crazily whispering, roaring, and scratching, trying to get out of the net.

He laughed softly and shook his head helplessly, thinking that it was indeed his favorite goal.

Having been forced to this extent, he was still able to maintain his last trace of clarity.

Looks like it's time for the next big dose.

Zhan Xin took off the Qiankun bag from his waist, opened the space bag, opened the bag, and placed it flat on Bai Lian's chest.

Immediately afterwards, the Qiankun Bag began to stir as if it contained a living creature, and countless colorful scorpions crawled out of it.

What a cruel picture.

After Balian finally calmed down, his collapsed eyes suddenly trembled, and the fear and nightmare engraved in his bones emerged from the depths of his heart.

The huge, inescapable fear instantly seized hold of his limbs and bones, and the hair stood on end, crawling densely all over his body.
To be continued...