2098. Chapter 2098 Delusion of the Devil Emperor Figure 5
Xuanyuan Yu's body was shaken heavily.
In the mental realm between the eyebrows, thousands of images suddenly flashed through.
It was a dense virgin forest.
There is a Lingxi convoy escorting the Lingshi mine and driving on the forest trail.
Immediately afterwards, evil cultivators from the Demon Sect made a surprise attack in secret and started the killing spree.
Then, he saw himself jumping out of Luo'er's car, like a real devil, holding a flying sword, walking through the rain of blood, frantically harvesting heads.
The sky is filled with scarlet color.
In his field of vision, there was only a tragic look.
And his mood was extremely exciting. He enjoyed the moment of killing and the pleasure of the blade sinking into flesh and blood.
In the end, he killed almost all the disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect, a total of more than 500 people.
In the light curtain of memory, he saw himself returning to the carriage where Luo'er was with an expressionless face and dull eyes.
He saw Luo'er's panicked eyes, and saw Luo'er's extremely helpless and anxious look as she hugged him.
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Xuanyuan Yu's breathing became heavier and heavier, and became more and more disordered. The big hand holding the scroll could not help but tremble slightly.
"No--"
Xuanyuan Yu turned pale, shook his head in disbelief, and denied, "This is not me."
He doesn't remember.
He actually erased this memory out of thin air.
What's going on?
He committed such a serious crime, even though the other party was an evil cultivator from the Demon Sect.
After he came back, he selectively forgot about it, and Luo'er didn't even tell him.
She...why didn't she say it?
Xuanyuan Yu's heart trembled heavily, his chest stretched out, and the softest part seemed to be pricked by thousands of needles.
"Master, there is no use in denying it." The voice of Wantian Artifact Spirit sounded in Xuanyuan Yu's mind again, "This is the real you, this is what you really long for deep in your heart."
"No!"
Xuanyuan Yu roared loudly, a look of madness flashed across his handsome face, and a look of violence flashed in his eyes like black holes.
"That's not me! I won't demand that kind of dirty killing! The only one I demand is Luo'er!"
The killing that he had forgotten frightened Luo'er, and he clearly remembered her sad and helpless eyes.
He doesn't want to be like that!
If he really degenerates like that, then she will definitely stay farther and farther away from him!
"Master, Mansha is what your heart desires, but you also crave blood and killing. Please don't reject this part of yourself, okay?"
Qi Ling Wangtian's voice is full of coaxing.
"Stop talking!"
Xuanyuan Yu's expression suddenly changed, and with a wave of his hand, the picture of the Demonic Emperor rolled up into a long one, and was put into the space ring by him.
"My life, my preferences, and my desires don't need others to tell me what to do."
He knows exactly what he wants most.
Xuanyuan Yu took a deep breath, slowly turned his head, and looked at his little wife, who was more than ten feet away, leaning against the cold rock wall.
Ling Luo was looking at him expectantly, full of worry and admiration.
Even though they were so far apart, he could still see his own reflection in her pupils.
Her affection for him was so strong.
She is him, all salvation. This will never change.
"Yu, I've called you so many times, why are you ignoring me and just talking to yourself?"