Wan Yan Wu Tears still underestimated the mysterious light in the extreme north that human cultivators have been talking about for thousands of years. The soft and gorgeous flowing light is like the softest Shu brocade silk ribbon, hanging from the Milky Way, rolling slowly in the air, just like
Like the Tianxuan Gate leading to the heaven.
However, behind this beautiful and unparalleled light, there is endless murderous intent and danger. For countless years, it is this beautiful and terrifying aurora that persists, which keeps the Nine Mysteries Fairyland from being tainted by human cultivators.
situation.
With no tears in her eyes, she is in a dreamlike world of colored glass. She can't feel the wind or the cold. The stars in the sky seem to be within easy reach.
The soft streams of light I saw from the outside turned out to be so terrifying when I got inside. In addition to being unable to distinguish the direction, my spiritual consciousness was also suppressed by some mysterious power in the mysterious light and could not spread at all.
The most terrible thing is that those streams of light flowing in front of you will inspire the most fearful and unwilling scenes in your heart.
In the past two days, Wanyan Wulei has been lost in the painful memories of thirty-three years ago. When she rushed to Cangyun Mountain, the incident with Yuan Shaoqin had already come to an end. She did not see Yuan Shaoqin with her own eyes.
How did he die?
Thus, in the illusion, various moments of Yuan Shaoqin's death began to be replayed over and over again.
He was hanged with a rope, his tongue was hanging out, he grabbed Wanyan Wuwei's ankle, and shouted hoarsely: "Wu Lei, save me, I can't breathe..."
His heart was pierced by ten thousand swords, and there were blood holes all over his body. Even his eyeballs were pierced out, and his intestines and internal organs were dragged all over the floor as Yuan Shaoqin crawled.
He was poisoned to death by the poison, and the poison that sealed his throat was poured into Yuan Shaoqin's mouth. In the blink of an eye, the originally handsome young man immediately turned into a piece of black coal, and then the poison began to quickly devour his flesh and blood.
In the blink of an eye, the whole person turned into a pool of blood. It had been two days and two nights since Wanyan Wutear entered the arcane light of the Far North. Her feeling in the illusion seemed to last longer. Dozens of different ways of Yuan Shaoqin's death were in front of her eyes.
Presented one by one, the scary thing is that these illusions are all very real, even Wanyan Wutear is lost in them, unable to tell the difference.
Is it reality or fantasy.
Thanks to Wanyan Wu Lei's profound Taoism and her heart as solid as a rock, if it had been anyone else, she would have completely collapsed and killed herself with a sword. At this moment, Yuan Shaoqin in front of her was smiling at her, and his smile was no longer aloof.
, seems to have a bit of tenderness. There seems to be a door behind Yuan Shaoqin's figure. The door is open, and soft and warm white light emanates from the other side of the door. Although the white light is not dazzling, there are no tears on his face.
But she couldn't see clearly what kind of world was on the other side of the door. Her intuition told her that it was a paradise without blood and troubles.
Yuan Shaoqin was standing in front of the door, smiling at her and waving to her. That familiar voice seemed to make Wanyan Wu Lei feel like he had returned to his youth.
"No tears, come with me, let's get out of here together!"
The seductive voice came to mind in Wan Yan Wu Lei's ears. Wan Yan Wu Lei had been tortured for two days. Although she was still persisting, her spirit had been tortured and she was in a daze.
When she heard the voice, she slowly raised her feet and walked towards Yuan Shaoqin.
Step by step……
The crisp footsteps sounded like stepping on thick crystal, which was very pleasant. The familiar man waving to him in front seemed to smile more gently, as if he was greeting his beloved woman.
Walking in front of him, Wanyan stopped without tears, her eyes full of confusion and intoxication. She slowly stretched out her white, ivory-like arms, trying to hold the hand of the man in front of her.
Seeing that the two people's hands were about to be pulled together, suddenly, Wanyan Wu's hand stopped, with pain on his face, and said hoarsely: "Shaoqin, it's been so many years, why do you still torture me."
Yuan Shaoqin seemed a little confused and said: "Wuli, what are you talking about? How could I torture you? Come with me, I will take you into a brand new world, a world where there are only two of us." Wanyan
Wu Lei shook his head in pain and said: "You are my nightmare, my nightmare! Back then I didn't know why you said you and I had an affair. Maybe you were interested, but I always regarded you as my confidant.
They were friends, and there was never any intention of male or female. You died, you died thirty-three years ago
He’s already dead!”
After saying that, the white whip shadow rolled out like a poisonous snake and wrapped around the neck of the man in front of him. With a strong pull, Yuan Shaoqin's entire head was pulled off his shoulders.
It was so lifelike that the column of blood on his neck gushed out like a fountain, even dyeing it red. His face was instantly clear and his white clothes and long snow-white hair were completely gone without tears.
Wanyan closed her eyes in pain without tears, and quickly danced with her right hand to say goodbye to the divine whip. The soft divine whip seemed to turn into a sharp steel knife, cutting Yuan Shaoqin's body into countless pieces.
She danced the whip crazily and chanted: "The gate of the lonely city in the desert cries, and the smoke is like a cloud ladder at dusk. Old friends leave in front of the Gesang flower, and the divine whip blows in the wind and sighs at farewell."
Singing over and over again, her eyes were always closed, but tears were already flowing down her cheeks.
I don’t know how long it took, but she opened her eyes and disappeared, completely disappeared. In front of her was a tall mountain range, not a glacier, but a snow-capped mountain. Going deeper, she seemed to be able to see lush peaks with lush vegetation.
Wanyan took a deep breath without tears, slowly turned around and looked back, and saw that under the blue sky and white sun, the gorgeous stream of light was still hanging and flowing alone, as if there had been no change in thousands of years.
Wanyan without tears did not feel any joy that overcame Xuan Guang. Instead, she squatted on the ground, hugged her knees and burst into tears.
The illusion in Xuanguang was so real. If it hadn't been for the shred of reason in her heart in the end, and she personally killed the inner demon that tortured her for thirty-three years, she would have been trapped in it to death by now.
But why is she crying?
A strong woman has no tears. Over the years, she has never discovered that she also has such a fragile side.
One of the founders of the Holy Sect once broke out of the Far North Xuanguang. That senior once said that those without great perseverance would not be able to escape the Far North Xuanguang. Although the Xuanguang is dangerous, it is the best place to get rid of inner demons.
Wan Yan Wu Tears was the second person in the four thousand years of the Holy Religion to bravely break into the mysterious light in the far north without getting lost in it.
The reason why Wan Yan Wu Tears burst into tears was not because she was sad, but because she was happy. She had resolved the inner demon, and the door to the ninth level of heaven and human realm that cultivators dream of has been opened to her.
To be precise, she is now a peerless master in the realm of gods and humans. With the power of the wind magic weapon, the Divine Whip of Farewell, no human cultivator in the world can be her opponent in close combat. Of course, there are
