Ying Xiu's blood-red eyes reflected Bailian's eyes, filled with deep hatred:
"If this coward hadn't taken his own life and caused endless pain to his loved ones, how could his biological mother have gone crazy day by day!
To commemorate him, she even borrowed a strand of his hair to create me.
If someone didn’t regard me as someone’s substitute, how could I be so pitiful that I have to work hard day and night to imitate someone else to survive!”
Ying Xiu cried out every word, and burst into tears: "I sincerely try to please Ying Ji in every possible way, but she treats me and takes advantage of me in every possible way.
She just wants to remember another soul through my body! This is what you owe me! This is what you owe me!"
In the hall, under Ying Xiu's hoarse accusations, the atmosphere was depressed and quiet for a while.
a long time.
Balian lowered his eyes, his eyes were as clear as autumn water, his gaze was as snowy as frost, and he was filled with chills: "I have been dreaming for so long that I can't even tell the difference between dreams and reality? What if my mother took it seriously?
Considering you as my substitute, why would she name you 'Ying Xiu'?"
The question made Yingxiu freeze for a moment and became silent.
Bai Lian didn't say any more, and a clear spiritual light popped up from his finger, like water and rain, falling into Ying Xiu's spiritual platform.
Ying Xiu's eyebrows froze, and his whole body was shaken. He felt that the spiritual platform was clear, and the dusty memories that had been covered in dust for two hundred years were swept away by the light like a breeze.
Memories hidden in dark corners slowly emerge like tiny bubbles of light on the seabed.
Ying Xiu's eyes were chaotic, falling into long-forgotten memories.
He saw that his soul was broken and mottled, and in an instant he seemed to see countless selves floating endlessly in space.
He was originally a tiny microorganism that infiltrated and unearthed from the earth's veins and wandered around the world unnoticed by the world.
Unconscious, without subject, even the soul is broken and pale.
Just like the most primitive soul organization, he does not know how long the years have passed, and even in the six paths, it is difficult to leave a trace.
They are like mushroom spores, parasitizing wherever they fall.
Microorganisms like him in the world, which are smaller than dust, have a short life. If the wind is strong, they will disappear without a trace.
He was unwilling to be born weak and insignificant, like a fish dying for water or a tree dying of thirst. His strong desire to survive made him see hope in a puppet.
He did not hesitate to absorb the soul power of the same kind, showing weakness and frantically trying to integrate into the parasitic empty shell.
At this moment, he had nothing to ask for but to seek God's mercy and obtain this body so that he could be reborn and change his tiny and microscopic life chart.
It seems that there really is a god in this world...
This was what he was thinking when he opened his eyes and saw the light from the colorless world!
He was overjoyed and felt that he had become the most favored and lucky man in the world.
He knew that his body was called human.
It is a memorial object created by the supreme yet infinitely lonely master of Zhongyou.
He took it as his own, and then like a 'human', he learned to walk, eat, practice, and finally grew up to be a young man.
When he changed this shell beyond recognition, the woman gave him a name.
Called Ying Xiu.
At that time, the woman with a bit of sadness in her eyes said that he had got what he wanted and he could go far away.
He knew that it was he who personally destroyed his son's last appearance without leaving a single thought behind.
But facts have proven that after becoming a human, the heart under this body will become more and more dissatisfied.
The wish that was made higher than the sky at the beginning turned out to be so insignificant in the face of desire, not worth mentioning.
What he wants is more than just a parasitic body.
At that moment, what he was thinking was that he wanted to hide it from everyone and become Balian.
He made a wish to his heart, and then the spirit appeared again and his wish came true again.
Everyone, including himself, also believed that he was Prince Zhongyou, the one who died and came back to life.
Ying Xiu lay on the ground, looking at the fine dust and sand floating slowly under the light. His breathing gradually slowed down. Under the heart-rending wound, his heart was already dull and paralyzed, and his body temperature was low. His whole body seemed to be dead again.
.
His pale lips murmured: "This is not true?!"
His origin, his birth, all come from what he has wanted in his life. How could it be a life of self-deception and a scam?
So ridiculous, so sad.
It's like a dwarf who overestimates his abilities puts on the costume of a famous actor, singing on the stage about the prosperous moment and the vast sea of stars.
In the darkness lies the hesitation and vicissitudes of the clown's half-life of self-deception.
The Ying Xiu Demon smiled dazedly, two long streams of tears flowing into his temples. He raised his blurred and mottled face, his eyes were vacant, and he looked in the direction of Bai Lian, chuckling: "That shouldn't be the case.
That's it...my ending shouldn't be like this, right?"
There was silence for a moment in the Guozheng Palace.
Everyone seemed to understand something and looked at Ying Xiu with a bit of sympathy and sad pity.
Bai Lian looked down at Ying Xiu, his eyes were extremely dark and extremely quiet, with no ripples visible in his lake-like pupils. He slowly squatted down and said, "Don't you understand yet? It's not that.
My mother owes you something, but your strong desire to survive was parasitic on her sustenance, which made you what you are now.
She has never lied to you, but she can never wake up a person who pretends to sleep and deceives himself."
Balian nodded, and then said: "It's obvious that you didn't ask for much originally, it was just the position of a prince.
If you are really talented, it doesn't matter if she agrees to you. After all, what she really wants is never these things, it's just..."
Bai Lian took action, pinched Ying Xiu's chin that was stained with blood, and said lightly: "You want to bully her with this face..."
"Yingxiu, you passed."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ying Xiu’s pupils shrank sharply, and the crazy color in his eyes instantly seemed to be frozen, and a dense darkness melted into his black eyes.
Here, it turned into a bottomless gloomy look.
"The matter has come to this, so what if I just get over it? Do you still want me to kneel down and confess to you? Because you, mother and son, have turned my life into a joke! You..."
"Who on earth turned his life into a joke?" Bai Lian cut off Ying Xiu's words and looked at him intently, his eyes so bright that it was scary.
"You know it better than anyone else. When I first saw you in Xianling City, I noticed something strange and awkward about you. Now that I think about it, you are trying your best to imitate my actions.
A movement, a living habit.
Ying Xiu, you are so smart, I don’t believe you didn’t realize something? Was it your mother who deceived you, or were you trying to use her most painful wounds to manipulate her? "
Bai Lian slowly exhaled and said: "Yingxiu, you said that Zhongyou has failed you and failed to treat me sincerely. It is all deception and use and calculation, but your original intention is not sincere."
I don't know whether he exposed the ugliest side in his heart or felt that he had been misunderstood. Ying Xiu cursed and said angrily: "Fart! How did you know that I..."
Bailian interrupted again: "Yingxiu, you seem to have forgotten that although I am not you, you have inherited a breath of mine. You can watch my memory, and I can also feel it at a certain moment.
Your mood changes."
"You eat without plowing, you clothe without weaving, you waggle your lips and chatter about right and wrong, so you know that people who have nothing to do are eager to make a living. I will bear my catastrophe, and after the catastrophe, you will be born in my place, and my glorious and glorious life will be ruined."
It has indeed given you a clear life.”
"The reason why you are so angry now is simply that I am back and you can't do me. The cause and effect are so simple.
Your joy, anger, love, hate, and resentment all depend on you and me, so why bother looking for high-sounding reasons to feel sorry for yourself."
"I may have been cruel to you when I came back alive, but Ying Xiu, you did lose this round."
Balian's simple and indifferent words, without any evil words or sarcasm, made Ying Xiu's love and hatred towards Zhong You and Ying Ji very childish and ridiculous.
The sentence "You lose" completely destroyed the defense in Ying Xiu's heart.
He could no longer hold back his despairing self-abandonment, and seemed to understand something. He struggled desperately on the ground, horrified: "No! No! You can't kill me! You have no right to kill me! I want to see my mother! I
I want to see my mother!"
Balian stood up and looked calmly at Ying Xiu, who was unwilling to give up his survival instinct until the last step, and said: "Today, since you are here to judge my mother, I naturally have reason to judge you."
From the moment you hold the butcher's knife in your hand, you should be prepared for the despair of being killed by the butcher's knife.
"Take him down to the platform of evil desires and suffer the punishment of stripping his soul."
Although Bailian is not a murderer and violent person, this does not mean that he has no bottom line. The clay figure still has a third of fire.
Ying Xiu came to Zhongyou this time with such great momentum and made several requests to the Holy Spirit. Bai Li'an knew exactly who the person he was targeting was.
He wants to touch his mother, how can Balian tolerate him!
The punishment of soul stripping is to extract the soul and disintegrate it. The three souls and seven souls are stripped and dispersed, turned into soul dust, and returned to the earth after being dispersed.
Ying Xiu used the spirit of a mote of dust to inhabit his puppet body, but now that his soul has dissipated, it can be regarded as a fateful fate.
In the palace of government, no one dared to say a word. At this moment, anyone could see the deep anger hidden under Bailian's gentle and calm appearance.
Qiao Yu made a gesture and immediately ordered the two ghost spirits to suppress the ferocious and twisted Ying Xiu.
"Your Highness, what should we do with these living clan members?"
Balian raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the dozen or so people still alive in the human camp.
Already frightened by this bloody killing, his face turned pale, his legs shook like chaff, and he no longer had the arrogance that came with the "Prince" Zhongyou entering the palace.
Someone's body was trembling, his lips were trembling and he said helplessly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me. As long as you don't kill me, my father will definitely be willing to repay you heavily! Leave me... a life, and I am willing to pay tribute to China in the future."
Youma is following the lead!"
As soon as one person spoke, these immortal sect masters also lost their backbone and began to beg for mercy one after another.
Bailian remained unmoved and said calmly: "If you offend me in Zhongyou, you will not be spared your life."
In one sentence, people are undoubtedly sentenced to death and make them extremely desperate.
Balian nodded and said: "You are writing a letter in blood now. If your sect is willing to prepare more than a dozen boxes today and enshrine them in Zhongyou, you can save your soul and give it a path of reincarnation."
"You're a lion with your mouth open! These dozen boxes are full of rare treasures in the world. Just the demon clan's inner elixir, customs clearance documents, and the unexplored three thousand purple talismans. No matter which force they put them in, they are all worth a fortune.
With such abundant resources, your appetite is bound to..."
Balian lowered his eyes, not even a look came out of his eyes. Zong Han's pupils narrowed slightly, as if he understood his thoughts very well, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed again!
The light suddenly appears!
The head of the Immortal Master who spoke was rolling down as if it were free of charge, and his blood was splattering like a fountain!
Then he opened his mouth wide, and the colorless soul pouring out from the center of his head and eyebrows was sucked into his belly, chewed a few times, and then swallowed it.
This clean and brutal killing method without leaving any room for error made those who were shocked to swallow the complaints that were rising in their throats.
My body was shaking even more violently, fearing that if I didn't say a word well, I would end up like this person, being chewed like peanuts.
After struggling for a while, the remaining people gritted their teeth and nodded in agreement.
Practitioners are different from ordinary mortals in that they know the meaning of reincarnation.
Although death is terrifying and despairing at the moment, it is better than having your soul scattered and eaten.
Now that they have entered the secluded world and their lives are in the hands of others, it is foolish for them to argue and negotiate with others regardless of life and death.
Just like if today, Yingxiu won a complete victory, they would also gain the upper hand and not spare others.
After each one bravely wrote a letter in blood, Zong Han harvested the head and captured the soul.
Bailian happily accepted the dozen or so boxes that Ying Xiu brought, while the remaining young masters from more than a dozen sects were left.
Their father's strength is quite impressive. Since he has the intention to reach out to Zhongyou, he naturally doesn't mind and will give a generous gift in return.
Three years ago, in the Valley of Chaos, he planted the move Junhe. Facts have proved that this move is very useful.
And in the dark city, the first group of monsters rescued also laid an extremely solid foundation for today's situation.
In the past three years, Junhe secretly cultivated forces through the group of demon cultivators under Bai Lian, and planted them in the various immortal sect forces through seeding, taking root and establishing themselves there.
This is something that even Jun He's other personality, Zang Xin, is not aware of.
After a vigorous and resolute killing spree, the palace was filled with awe and the courtiers in Zhongyou were filled with emotion.
I went back and forth in my mind, wondering whether Zhongyou's troubles would be solved, and two such generous supplies would be in vain.
Suddenly, I felt like I was getting a huge bargain for nothing.
Bailian's actions of cutting through the knot with a sharp knife fully demonstrated the unkind side of Zhongyou.
Everyone was greatly impressed.
Ying Xiu was dragged out among the bloody ground. Suddenly, he burst out with an astonishing roar, which actually shattered the thunder rope around him.
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