Tianran was everything to him. He just wanted to work hard to protect her and never thought that he would hurt Tianran. Even if it was Tianran in his dream, he couldn't bear to do it.
Mu Yu shook his head: "No, I can't do it. I don't want to see Tian Ran lying in front of me dripping with blood."
"That's false!" Deadwood said sternly.
Even though he knew that killing Tianran was a fiction, he knew that this illusion felt so real that it was almost impossible for him to find a flaw. In this real and false world, Tianran's death was also real to him.
Real feelings mean real death to him!
This world full of hope is just like the false but extremely real memory implanted in him by the phantom.
Mu Yu put down the dagger and asked: "Old man, how do you get out of the illusion?"
Without saying a word, Kumu turned his head and looked at Fake Muyu next to him, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stabbed the knife into Fake Muyu's chest. There was a slight movement on his face, which made him
His body trembled, but he calmed down and said, "Do you understand now?"
There was something strange about Deadwood's voice, which made Mu Yu startled for a moment.
Fake Muyu's eyes became dull. He looked at the dead wood in disbelief, and then a desperate gray air appeared in his chest, which began to spread and spin. The hope in Fake Muyu turned into despair, and his vitality quickly passed away.
The death energy slowly replaced it, and the desperate death energy slowly sucked in the dead wood.
Mu Yu hesitated to speak. He pursed his lips. The moment he saw Ku Mu attack him, his expression was the same as that of fake Mu Yu. It felt like Ku Mu had really stabbed him.
His heart immediately went cold. The feeling of Kumu killing him was so real that Mu Yu almost wanted to ask why Kumu killed him!
He knew that all of this was fake, but his body's senses were always telling him that this was really happening.
"Brother Mu Yu, are you really going to kill me?" Tian Ran looked at Mu Yu pitifully, making Mu Yu unable to do anything.
Mu Yu hugged Tian Ran into his arms, and he gently felt Tian Ran's heartbeat, so real and vigorous. The dagger in his hand flashed, and the cold light invaded the beating heart like a poisonous snake. The knife seemed to be stabbed into Mu Yu's chest.
It made his heart hurt so much, and endless sadness came towards him. The illusion around him was like a mirror being shattered, the fragments flying, turning into dots, and all disappeared.
The mirror was broken, the dream dissipated, and he came to a magical world. This world was almost the same as the illusion just now, it was the purest black and white, but black and white had clear boundaries and did not infect each other, maintaining a stable
state, and the dead wood is now standing on the edge of the white world.
Muyu calmed down his ups and downs. He was also on the edge of whiteness, but at this moment, he no longer had the hope and joy in his heart, only sadness remained. The moment Kumu attacked him made him sad.
The moment Tian Ran took action made him sad.
"Are you thinking why I want to kill you instead of Yuyan or Bingxue?" Deadwood said slowly.
Mu Yu remained silent, he didn't know what to say, but he did have the urge to ask this question at the moment when Ku Mu attacked the fake Mu Yu.
"Because the two of them are more important to you than me, I know, I won't mind." Mu Yu said. This feeling is still very strange. Mu Yu did not tell the truth. He regarded Ku Mu as a close person.
When Kumu chose him to attack instead of Miao Yuyan and Leng Bingxue, he still had some grudges.
Ku Mu looked at Mu Yu seriously and said: "No matter which one of you three, I don't want to see anything happen to you. I chose you because you are actually what I worry about most. Although Yu Yan was
Imprisonment, but there will be no danger to life, and nothing will happen to Xueer. Only you are the most reckless, and now you have entered the extremely immortal list. That kind of list is too dangerous, even if there is Jumang in your body, you will die.
, Sanzhong Palace will never watch you grow, because you are Jian Yingchenfeng’s disciple, and he will find a way to prevent you from becoming the last nine immortals.”
"I know that the possibility of something happening to the two of them is very slim, but the possibility of something happening to you is the highest. To break the illusion, you need to face what you are most afraid of. I am most afraid of you losing your life, and you are most afraid of something happening to Tianran, so I can only
Like this." Kumu pursed his lips.
Kumu thought of his own illusion, and his heart fluctuated. He was not immune to the illusion here. He also fell into his own illusion at first, but he quickly got rid of it.
He has seen more storms and waves than Mu Yu, and he knows how to deal with such situations, so he can easily break away from his illusion. He has long seen the black and white world here. However, Mu Yu failed to come out of his illusion.
So he entered Mu Yu's illusion and helped Mu Yu get rid of those hopeful illusions.
Everyone has a different way of getting rid of the illusion. He can think of some sad things to get rid of it. But Muyu's life experience is still young. He is still young and has never experienced real separation between life and death, so he cannot imagine those sad scenes, so he can only kill people.
Only then can he truly experience it.
Mu Yu looked at the dead wood for a long time, then laughed: "Old man, what you said made me almost cry."
"Go away! You bastard, you still shed tears for me? Then the sun will come out in the west!" Kumu cursed angrily.
"Okay, okay, I won't shed tears even if you die in the future." Mu Yu made a face, and then asked in confusion, "Old man, I'm curious about what illusion you saw?"
"You want to know?"
"Hmm. Am I in your fantasy?"
"Yes, there are quite a few scenes." Kumu said simply.
"Really? Am I acting as an unparalleled hero in your fantasy?"
"No, it's just a bear." Kumu thought of his fantasy, with a smile on his lips.
Mu Yu rolled his eyes: "No conscience."
The two of them focused their attention on the black and white world again. There seemed to be a wall between the black and white world. The white air flow and the black air flow were running endlessly in their respective areas. But when they reached the limit, everyone turned around in tacit understanding.
, no conflicts occurred, everything seemed so orderly.
This black and white world is endless and scary.
"We have found the balance point between death energy and vitality. How to disperse them now?" Mu Yu took a step forward and walked into the death energy. Suddenly, a cold breath filled the air, and he quickly pulled his feet back.
, I thought it would be more comfortable to stay here in white.
Deadwood cursed again: "You little bastard! If you don't step into the dead air, how can you know where their balance point is?"
Mu Yu muttered: "When you step into the air of death, you will be reminded of all kinds of despair. It's like your life has fallen into a trough. It has made me terrified just now."
"You need half of your body to be in anger, and generally your body to be in death, so that your heart will be filled with two completely opposite emotions. You have to learn to control these emotions. When you are neither sad nor happy,
You should understand how to separate anger and death." Kumu said.
There is no sorrow or joy. Isn’t that kind of state only a monk can achieve?
Even so, Mu Yu still stepped into the death aura helplessly. The right half of his body was like falling into an ice cellar. The cold and biting aura of despair filled his right half. He saw those bloody killing scenes again, and fear spread.
It seemed to be swallowing him up.
However, the other half of his heart was filled with joyful emotions, full of vitality, and hope occupied the left half of his body, allowing him to see the positive side.
Muyu tried hard to adjust his body. He was in a terrible state now. Sometimes he was full of hope, sometimes full of despair, sometimes he was so happy that he almost went to heaven, and sometimes he was so sad that he wanted to commit suicide.
"Meditation! Didn't your bastard master teach you some dust-falling mind method? Isn't that thing for meditation?" Kumu shouted.
Mu Yu was reminded by Ku Mu and suddenly woke up. He quickly started to use the Luochen Mental Technique to gradually calm down the fluctuations in his heart. The most important thing for the Luochen Mental Technique is to have no distractions, not to be disturbed by the outside world, and to rely on one's own will to do everything.
Control your heart.
The spiritual power slowly circulated throughout his body, flowing through every meridians of his body, gradually calming his impetuous heart. The endless killing still made his heart extremely cold, but hope warmed his other half's emotions.
, so that he is not completely occupied by any emotion.
This is a very strange feeling. When a person lives half in despair and half in hope, sometimes he is so happy that he wants to laugh, and sometimes he is afraid of crying. At this time, it seems that the expression "can't laugh or cry" is the most appropriate description. The expression on Mu Yu's face is also very
It's rich, but it's a pity that he can't see it.
Gradually, all the impetuosity and joy were gradually forgotten by Muyu. His heart was like a calm water surface without any ripples, and he fell into a state of selflessness. His consciousness lingered in the black and white world, constantly shuttling between the two sides.
is on, but not affected in any way.
He was looking for the balance point between black and white. Slowly, his expression no longer changed. The black and white around him became quiet and no longer agitated. As if being summoned by something, it receded to both sides like a tide...
Kumu suddenly felt something. The black and white world here began to change, and he spotted an opportunity and jumped into the intersection of black and white. His consciousness had already taken the initiative to withdraw and return to his body.
Xie Bulao and Feng Haochen outside felt a majestic and melodious aura coming from them, and they immediately exited the room with the dead wood. Xie Bulao kept making red and strange formations with his hands, which blended into the surroundings of the entire room.
Isolate the smell of this room.
The black and white leaves of the underworld grass in Mu Yu's hand began to open and close, rhythmically moving gently, and a violent breath began to hesitantly. The balance between black and white was broken. If it is not stabilized in time, the life and death will be mixed.
They will each flee and occupy this room, and then spread to the entire Southern Fifty Mile Garden, and as time goes by, even the entire Mie Continent!
Mu Yu opened his eyes, his left eye flashed with white light, his right eye was filled with black light, and a terrifying momentum spread out from him.
A steady stream of anger and death emerged from his eyes, filling the entire room. Everything in the room was turned into the purest anger and death in an instant!