The scariest thing about darkness is that you never know what’s inside.
The fear of the unknown is deeply rooted in the heart of every living being. Fear will transform into all the terrible things you can imagine and cannot imagine to attack you, pulling you into the invincible abyss, and you will never be able to turn over for eternity.
Shen Lian could see a little bit, but he couldn't guess the specific details in the darkness. However, he had no fear, let alone any other emotions. His mind was not like the calm lake surface that could stir up wind and waves, but like ice that had been frozen for thousands of years without any change.
The cold heart can always overcome obstacles and destroy all obstacles to the path of seeking the truth. He felt a determination that had never been seen in his life before, and nothing in the world could stop his cold and fearless Taoist heart.
This time he is no longer a challenger, but a great Taoist who has truly reached the top of the world. He has a clear understanding of himself, and will not be shaken by the fact that his life will disappear at any time like a candle.
He grasped the present, and grasped that the best moment in life is now.
The strong essence of life no longer retains anything, and the faint light finally turns into a river of life that is more brilliant than Xinghan.
The darkness shattered, the sea died, and a cave finally appeared in front of it. The cave door was tightly closed, and there were ten words written on it, 'Lingtai Fangcun Mountain Xianyue Sanxing Cave'.
Without any hesitation, the river of life formed by Shen Lian surged against the cave door, like a flood bursting out, the essence of life poured out freely, and the cave door was forced open, and it went straight into the depths of the cave.
The cave is unimaginably wide. Countless pearl palaces, shells, and quiet rooms flash in Shen Lian's perception. The mysterious sounds of the distant avenue resound without hesitation in the cave. Every mysterious sound is exquisite. The unparalleled Taoist magic condenses, and there are thousands of such mysterious sounds, forming countless magical powers.
Even though Taiwei Pavilion has the ten thousand years of Qingxuan foundation, it is still insignificant compared to the Taoism and magical powers contained in the Dao Xuanyin in Dongtian.
This was just what Shen Lian felt for a moment. Soon he transformed into another form. A Yaotai stood silently in front of him. Yanxu stood on it in a moon-white Taoist robe, separated by countless magical powers and Taoist techniques transformed by Dao Xuanyin. , their eyes met, they had no other thoughts, they just wanted to kill each other and occupy all the mysteries of the cave.
The past grudges, the cause and effect from Qingxuan, all disappeared like clouds of smoke in the deep eyes of the two people.
Yanxu smiled, and the moon-white Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, seeming to sweep across the world.
He stretched out his fist, as if it could punch a hole in the sky, and was in front of Shen Lian in the blink of an eye.
This punch traveled through space and condensed time, but it was unavoidable.
Shen Lian's Taoist heart, which was harder than King Kong, was not disturbed at all. He grabbed it casually, and countless Taoist mysterious sounds were held in his hand like powder. He gently swayed it, and a river of supernatural power directly hit Yanxu's overbearing spirit. One punch.
Raging fire covered the fist, lightning roared, shaking the entire void, invisible power spread from all directions, and the cave sky showed no signs of breaking apart from the scattered energy inside.
The solidity of the space here is beyond imagination.
The fist shattered suddenly, and twelve demon gods of different shapes actually emerged, each of them standing upright. In front of them, Shen Lian was as small as dust.
Countless violent demon powers fell down like the Milky Way falling from the sky.
A faint sword chant came out, and the violent attack, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, disappeared in the sword chant. It is impossible to describe Shen Lian's swordsmanship, which is the best in the world. Every thrust is so confident that it can easily defeat his strength.
He was tall and tall, as if he could not eat the fireworks of the world, and his silent chuckle seemed to be mocking the demon god in front of him for having no brute strength.
Yanxu came to the middle of the demon god in one step, and the twelve demon gods penetrated his body one by one, making his originally handsome body become extremely majestic, with bulging muscles and tangled meridians, like countless black ropes twisting each other.
But his face was as handsome as a marble sculpture, his straight body was taller than a javelin, and his burly divine body was full of explosive power.
At this time, he was no longer the demon lord in the human world, but had become a great demon king capable of destroying the world. He exuded an ancient and terrifying tyrannical aura that was boundless and spanned ancient and modern times.
A scimitar as small as an eyebrow, small and delicate, was held in his hand, forming a strange and extremely contrasting contrast, but it was integrated and there was no disharmony.
Yanxu still looked at Shen Lian calmly, looking down from a high position, and said slowly: "Shen Lian, I will remember you, remember your past, remember your mystery, remember the depth of your mind. Everything new.”
Shen Lian raised his head and looked at Yanxu, who was full of aura. He was one of the most outstanding figures in this world in the past and present, and the only demon lord in the world who could rival him.
But there was no extra emotion in his heart, as if the next step was not a battle for enlightenment, but a casual conversation with someone.
He wanted to smile gently, but the indifference and silence on his face lingered, and a clear and calm voice floated out, "From now on, everything about Yanxu will be history."
Yanxu said without comment, "This sword is called 'Red Dust', and it is also called 'all living beings'."
Yanxu's knife had already been fired before he opened his mouth. In Shen Lian's eyes, the energy generated by the knife turned into countless tangible or invisible threads, wrapping the entire cave sky, forming a sky that could not be struggled out. The net is sparse but not leaking.
Because the source of the net is not only Yanxu's sword, but also the resentment of all living beings, the chaos of the world, and Shen Lian's own demonic obstacles.
The power of this sword can never be called the destruction of heaven and earth, but it expounds all the subtleties of his magic method of transforming into a demon in one sword.
In front of this sword, Shen Lian's proud calmness actually started to tremble.
After all, it is the heart, how can it be immovable? Such a thought flashed in Shen Lian's mind. This thought for a lifetime means that he has been invaded by his own demonic obstacles, and his ice-cold Taoist heart has been shaken.
His heart was about to burst out the subtle meaning of 'Shangqing Lingbao's natural solution to locking the mind and calming the mind', but it stopped abruptly.
The big net wrapped Shen Lian inch by inch, allowing the light of his life to wear away little by little. Every time his heart palpitated, it was cut apart by the net. There was no pain, only gradual decline and fear magnified countless times.
Countless silk nets wrapped Shen Lian, forming a huge black cocoon, making it difficult for Shen Lian to even swing his sword.
The hardships of the mortal world and the boundless sentient beings are the source of Black Cocoon's power. Shen Lian, who had broken through the decisive Taoist heart, was suppressed without any resistance at all.
Unless he surrenders his throbbing heart, frees himself from the hardships of the mortal world and the distractions of countless sentient beings, and once again locks his mind and concentrates.