"Pain can make people sober. Life seems to be a painful thing. This is something that no one can avoid.
Because you have to live no matter what, if you can understand this, you may live a stronger and happier life... Because as long as a person can endure pain while awake, life will become meaningful and personality will be worthy of human beings.
Respect......
Hua Xue, you have gained my respect now, try to come out, go out and look at the sunshine outside, and breathe the air outside."
In the dark room, a man's gentle voice echoed quietly, but the person who spoke could not be seen.
In this entire dark room, there is only one equally dark figure huddled in the corner, shivering and squirming. If you look closely, it looks like a giant python made of dark red to black blood, and it also looks like a human figure. It is the Blood Transformation God.
My true self.
The hoarseness contained a dejected voice, and he uttered from the mouth of the Blood God, "Why do you want to save me? Why don't you just let me die? You people in Lingyun Pavilion, including you, the pavilion master, are all so hypocritical.
?"
The gentle man's voice continued, "I don't know what you have gone through, but I can save you once, but I cannot save you all the time. Since you have chosen to survive now, it means that you have new courage.
Come out! I believe that when you come out, it will be a new world!"
The man's voice seemed to have left at the end.
The entire dark room fell into silence again, with only the faint sound of the blood flowing from the Blood God Lord's body.
He squirmed and turned around slowly, his dark red face gradually showing the outline of his facial features. He looked at the faint light projected into the room from the skylight opposite, and the confusion and pain in his eyes seemed to be slowly fading away.
newborn!
Emperor Shitian was already dead. He was supposed to die with Emperor Shitian. There was no way he could survive. However, he actually alerted the master of Lingyun Pavilion to personally take action. Not only did he pass on his Lingtian spirit, but he also gave him a precious tonic.
The god pill saved him.
Now...he has indeed regained his life, because the person who controlled his life is dead.
From now on, he is himself, the Blood God! Not the clone of Emperor Shitian - the Blood Pond Demon!
"From now on... I can live for myself? I have found a new meaning of survival?"
The body of the God of Blood Transformation squirmed and gradually stood up. He felt that the last part of the power of the Heaven-Building Pill in his body seemed to be slowly being digested. A special feeling came to his heart. The spiritual platform was clear and bright, and he could vaguely feel that the world around him seemed to be...
It gradually became different before my eyes, and became...suddenly enlightened.
He took a step forward, and a strange figure appeared outside the house.
After a few more flashes, he easily arrived outside Lingyun Pavilion and outside a restaurant in the city.
Lingyun Pavilion was completely unprepared for him.
However, the speed and weirdness of this kind of movement have reached a level that is shocking to the world. It has exceeded the limit that ordinary martial arts can understand. It can be described as a miraculous skill.
However, this change did not surprise him at this time... What attracted his attention was that he was lying outside the restaurant at this moment, drunk as a puddle of mud, being pointed at and commented on by passers-by on the street.
drunkard.
Of course he knew this drunken drunkard.
This drunkard was the fisherman who personally sent him to Lingyun Pavilion to collect the reward under his secret instructions.
He originally thought that after the other party received a large bounty, he would have no worries about food and clothing, live a prosperous life, become the hero who captured the Blood God, and would never have any contact with him again, but unexpectedly, what he felt in his heart just now,
I found this place and saw the original fisherman again.
Even...now he could see through the complex thoughts of the other party in this drunken state at a glance. He couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart. He clenched his fists, then slowly unclenched them, and then slowly clenched them again.
miss!
This fisherman actually misses him. He misses him even though he knows he is the Blood God. This is simply a huge irony and comedy.
The reason why the other person is so drunk is because he is trying to forget him and that hot night by the cold river. But in fact... the more determined you are not to miss someone, the more you will miss him.
The other person, because he is determined not to miss the other person, actually misses the other person.
"Haha...Is this my rebirth of blood? Since he is in so much pain, then I will let him go! Die! That's it!"
The Blood God's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He raised his palm and was about to strike, but in the middle of the swing, his hand involuntarily paused in the air.
Could the Blood-Transforming God, who has always been ruthless and merciless, actually be indecisive and merciful?
Or has it really been reborn and changed?
"I can endure pain while awake, why can't he endure pain while awake? Why can't he!? I want him to be able to!"
How could the mighty Blood God be so paranoid about a drunk fisherman?
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Why are the paranoid people only the Blood God? How can the Sword Master not be paranoid?
Perhaps only by being paranoid can one be firm enough and go further on a path.
Now, the paranoid sword master has defeated Wu Ming with twenty-three swords as he wished, and has been reborn because of his obsession with winning in swordsmanship.
"you made it!"
In the ice palace, Wuming had his hands behind his back, staring calmly at the remains of Guangchengzi's immortal bones. His eyes contained infinite loneliness, and there was a sad pride between his eyebrows, which made people feel lonely and desolate.
He was clearly defeated, but why did he still feel lonely?
Because he knew that he was defeated not by his sword, but by his heart.
If a person's heart is dead, the person is dead, the sword is also dead, and the sword will not survive even with the sword's movement.
If a person's heart is alive, even if the flesh shell is destroyed, even if the soul is on the verge of extinction, he can still live again, live from the heart, and be born from the heart. This is the meaning of paranoia.
He sighed leisurely, felt pity for a while, pointed his right hand at will, pointed diagonally at the ice surface opposite, left a line of handwriting that was as elegant and mysterious as countless sword lights, and floated away.
Jiang Dali looked at Wuming who was leaving in surprise, and then at a line of writing on the ice on the opposite side.
"The wind at night reveals the human bones, and I hold the harp alone to play the Nine Autumn Festival!"
After carefully appreciating the rhyme, you can understand its taste. Jiang Dali shook his head slightly, gave up his intention of staying, and looked at the direction of Guang Chengzi again. Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Feng also slowly finished their work at this time.
Some of the souls remaining in Guangchengzi's immortal bones can clearly feel that the sword master's soul has restored most of its power, and the soul has returned from the edge of danger to a safe level.
With the power of the sword master's soul, even if he doesn't find a suitable body, he can still survive in his soul state for a long time. Now he only needs to cultivate temporarily in Guangchengzi's immortal bones.
"Master Jiang! Thank you for all your efforts in saving me. I owe you another favor!"
A spiritual wave rippled within Guang Chengzi's immortal bones and spread to Jiang Dali's heart.
Jiang Dali smiled and communicated with him, "Why are you so polite? If you hadn't risked your life this time, I'm afraid Emperor Shitian would have escaped after all. If I hadn't invited you to participate in this battle, you wouldn't have ended up like this. After all, I owe you a favor."
The sword master said stubbornly, "Even if you don't invite me, I will still avenge the monk's sword."
Jiang Dali smiled and stopped arguing with the stubborn old man on this issue, and instead looked at the changes in the Sword Master's body within the immortal bones of Guangchengzi.
It was found that the state of Guangchengzi's immortal bones has changed from 'possessed by the soul (Jiang Dali)' to 'possessed by the soul (Jiang Dali, Dugujian)'. Other attributes include the broken 'natural fate'. There is no change at all.
"I didn't want to be in another person's body, but I didn't expect that I would end up taking this step. It's really fate and God's will..."
The sword master's spiritual sense said, "But it's a good thing to survive. What's more, I just fought Wuming and got my wish. Even if I die now, I will die in peace."
Jiang Dali laughed, "I finally rescued you, but I don't want you to die again. Moreover, although your Sword Twenty-Three is strong, it is ultimately limited by your strength and cannot exert its maximum power. Otherwise, it will The sword can kill Emperor Shitian, so why use another sword?"
When the swordsmanship was mentioned, the sword master's interest was instantly ignited. Hearing this, he felt deeply about it and became motivated again, but at the same time he discovered that Wuming had actually left.
"The unknown senior finally had something to worry about. He left this poem and left."
Jiang Dali pointed to a line of writing carved by Wuming on the ice.
"The night breeze reveals the human bones, and I play the harp alone to play the Nine Autumn Festival..."
The sword master gave a low shout and quickly manipulated the remains of Guangchengzi's immortal bones. He raised his hand and emitted a sword light, flattening the handwriting written by Wuming, and wrote another line of poetry instead, "A cold light shines on the bullfighting, and the Milky Way does not move the moon. Hualiu."
Jiang Dali's eyes narrowed slightly, and he folded his hands around his chest and recited, "A cold light shines on the bullfighting, the Milky Way is motionless and the moonlight flows. The night wind reveals the human bones, and I play the nine-autumn period with the huqin alone. Good poem, good, good! Good!"
After saying this, he laughed, completely relieved of the Sword Master's state.
The Sword Master is still the same paranoid and fighting-spirited Sword Master. He has not lost his goal because he has created Sword Twenty-Three, and has not become depressed because his body has been destroyed. In this way, he is truly worthy of the name of Sword Master!
On the other hand, if Wuming is still depressed and unable to extricate himself from the memory of his wife, he is afraid that he will never return to his true self and have no chance to regain his former tyrannical strength that is about to touch the boundary-breaking realm.
This layer of window paper is both a bottleneck and an inner demon.
If the inner demons are eliminated, the power of the heart will naturally make the breakthroughs that come naturally become stronger. If the inner demons are not eliminated, it will be a life-long debt!
After sighing with emotion, Jiang Dali asked people to prepare a room for Zhang Sanfeng and others to stay and rest, to recover their lost internal energy. He personally picked up Murong Qingqing by the waist, carried her into the house, ordered people to guard her, and then began to deal with the reception of Tianmen. Many follow-up matters...
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