The soul thread affects the cause and effect. From the point to the surface, it involves all the strange conspiracies, love and hatred centered on Bai Xiaoxiao.
Restored a book called "Love Nightmare".
Xie Shiyi is dead.
The picture suddenly stopped and everything around was dark.
But soon after, all kinds of sounds emerged from all directions in the empty and dark space.
Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes in the void and darkness, his pupils as deep as cold pools.
In the endless void.
He heard the conversation between Lan Xize and Qin Ziang.
Qin Ziang said: "Now that Xie Ying is dead, I will have a secure seat in the Xiaoyu Palace. You will cooperate with me and surrender to me later. Just think of it as me conquering the people in the Demon Realm. I wonder who among the old foxes in the nine major sects will dare to disobey me."
Lan Xize just smiled and said nothing.
Qin Ziang's tone was full of excitement: "I am now the leader of the Immortal Alliance, and I have the art of controlling nightmares. From now on, I can use all the demons in the world, and I can decide the lives of people in the world. If this is not the master of the world, what is it?"
Lan Xize's smile was hidden under his silver mask as he said, "Congratulations, Patriarch."
“Hahahahahaha!”
Lan Xize's voice sounded again, but he was talking to another person.
Yan Qing was not unfamiliar with the other voice. No matter how it changed, it could not change the evil aura it had.
Lan Xize said: "Do you really have the ability to bring people back to life?"
The girl chuckled: "Why would I lie to you? I've already told you that as long as you help me recover all my strength, I can fulfill any of your wishes."
"Okay, now the fog has cleared. What should we do next?"
The girl smiled and said, "I was born in the Forgotten Cauldron, but the Forgotten Cauldron was destroyed ten thousand years ago. I want to be reborn, and I need a new container."
Her voice was as sweet as honey: "I have found the most suitable candidate."
The girl said lazily, "Although he is still very young, I believe he will grow up quickly." The girl said to Lan Xize meaningfully, "He will soon gather new evil thoughts and become my new origin."
Gather new evil thoughts and they will become my new origin.
The space seemed to suddenly become quiet for a moment, and in an instant, cries, screams, and crazy laughter rang out one after another.
Thousands of people and thousands of mouths, all kinds of strange scenes changing and alternating in the darkness.
Yan Qing was stunned, raised his head and watched the scenes passing by.
All of them were from "Nightmare of Love". These bloody and crazy separations of life and death made him completely forget all the bloody stories related to Bai Xiaoxiao in "Nightmare of Love". Instead, he carefully looked at all the people Bai Xiaoxiao met and the things she experienced along the way.
In the original novel, Jing Ruyu also died
She was betrayed by the Qin family, and died from the twin curse. When she died, Bai Xiaoxiao happened to be beside her, leaning on the unconscious Qin Changxi.
In the original novel, Jing Ruyu's nightmare was not swallowed by Bu Zhi.
Like Zixiao, she had black liquid flowing out from her forehead after death, and slowly crawled to Bai Xiaoxiao's side. It flowed into Bai Xiaoxiao's body bit by bit from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Yan Qing's ears seemed to suddenly explode, and many voices rang out. The dark dream was completely torn apart, and filled with all kinds of rich love and hate.
"The heavens are angry and the gods are mad, killing everyone and abandoning the wilderness."
"elder brother!"
"Ruyu, we are saved!"
"Jing Ruchen, the fire in Xuanji Palace that night was really huge..."
"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is far away and dark."
"Mu Shi, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"
"I became addicted to sex because of this, and my father died suddenly because of this. Wei Shengzhuang, why do you deserve to be Xi Ze's wife? Why do you deserve to be her wife?!"
Yan Qing saw the green maple forest again.
The place where this story begins.
The sun is setting in the west, and the setting sun is blood-red.
The girl ran barefoot through the field, calling out "brother" in a clear and crisp voice. Her laughter startled the breeze and leaves, her eyes were curved, and the mole on the tip of her nose was reflected in the sunset, which was smart and beautiful.
The same mole fell on an ambitious girl in blue.
The banquet was full of people. The young girl with cloud-like hair and beautiful face raised her head, and the light in her eyes flickered like the shining beads in the Xuanji Palace.
He saw the peach blossoms in full bloom on the mountain temple steps, and also the towering and dim Shifang city tower.
"Yan Qing, you can't get rid of me?"
"Everyone has a nightmare, like a shadow that you can never escape from for the rest of your life."
Yan Qing finally understood the meaning of this sentence. He said softly, "Yes, I can't get rid of you."
Nightmare is evil.
Nightmare is desire.
… As long as there are seven emotions and six desires, sins will be born.
Before, he had been entangled by Bai Xiaoxiao's bloody love and hate, so he didn't see the most essential path. The ability of the Spirit of Wangchuan is "devouring". The devil hopes that Bai Xiaoxiao will gather new evil thoughts to become his new origin.
In the original novel, there is no variable of Yan Qing and the frustrated person, so Bai Xiaoxiao's journey is one of devouring.
From Wei Sheng Nian Yan, to Zi Xiao, to Jing Ru Yu, to Huai Ming Zi…
Everyone has deep-rooted evil thoughts.
□□, anger, jealousy, arrogance.
"Nightmare of Love" did not give him an ending, but he was certain that the real protagonist of the book was definitely not Bai Xiaoxiao, or even Lan Xize. Lan Xize himself might also be a chess piece used by the demon god to nourish the container.
Yan Qing pursed his lips tightly, with a dense murderous intent and a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. However, all these worries and depressions were calmed down by an extremely cold and familiar voice.
The crazy and strange voices all over the world faded away, the soul thread entangled again and again between his fingers, and Yan Qing heard Xie Shiyi's voice.
The other person's voice was far away, as if it came from the depths of primordial chaos.
"You were born with a heart of glass, and you are the most suitable person in the world to practice the Way of Mercy."
"I know."
"You know? Then why didn't you practice the Way of Mercy before? I saw your meridians were damaged once. If you practiced the Way of Mercy when you came back, you would definitely not be only in the Nascent Soul stage now."
"Well, I'll fix it later."
"Shiyi, this sword has no owner and no name. Today I pass it to you. Give it a name."
"No regrets, let's just say no regrets."
The other conversation was also between these two people. Coming from the empty polar region, the long wind swept over the fallen bones, making Xie Shiyi's voice sound particularly cold.
"I never thought that you, who have the heart of glass, would actually go this far? You did it knowing it was impossible, Shiyi, you are risking everything now, is it worth it?"
"I haven't thought about it."
"Will you regret it?"
“No regrets.”
No regrets.
Yan Qing suddenly felt overwhelmed with sadness.
A kind of empty and uncomfortable feeling.
He didn't even know where Xie Shiyi was, when, and in what mood he said the two words "dead". Just hearing them made him feel very sad.
"Xie Shiyi..."
The curtains in the cold palace are drawn and the lights are lit one after another.
Xie Shiyi left the cave, but because of Emperor Nandou's words, he did not choose to go to Cangwang Sea to find Yan Qing first.
He returned to Xiaoyu Palace.
The nine layers of flying snow were all waiting for the long-lost Lord Xiaoyu.
The nine sect leaders were seated, their cold and angry eyes fixed on him.
But Xie Shiyi did not communicate with anyone. He told someone to put Qin Ziang in the dungeon, then turned and left.
"Xie Ying!" The leader of Liuguang Sect roared in anger.
Just like that bloody night, the young man in the snow-covered clothes wiped his sword carelessly. Now, all he left for everyone is still a cold back.
Xie Shiyi, holding the sword of no regrets, went to the back hall alone. He was wearing a snow-white dress and a shark fin gauze and passed through the deep cliff. The tightly closed stone door opened in front of him.
If an outsider saw this retreat, he would definitely be extremely shocked, because it is completely different from the ice and snow that one imagined.
This is a house that is not very ordinary but not very luxurious either.
It is antique and filled with various small wooden toys.
The walls are white and the tiles are green. Outside the half-open window are banana trees. Under the eaves is a small silver bell hung with a red rope, which jingles when the wind blows.
No one could have imagined that Xie Shiyi would conjure up such a place in the snowy peaks of Xiaoyu Palace. Xie Shiyi sat at the table, his black hair falling to the ground, his eyes lowered, and his fingers gently brushed the word "11" on the corner of the table.
He suddenly wanted to see Yan Qing very much. He wanted to see him very much.
"Shiyi, you could have stopped all this from happening. With your ability, you could have destroyed the 480 temples and killed the spirit of Wangchuan before the devil revived, and put an end to all future troubles."
"Why do you want to gamble?"
"You let the Qin family's plan go. When the demon god regains all his strength, he can only use your life to end the chaos. Do you really not regret it?"
How could I regret it? In my last life, from the first moment the plan took root in my heart.
He knew that he couldn't turn back on this path, and he wouldn't turn back.
No regrets, no regrets.
Yan Qing had never hated these two words so much.
His eyes were red and filled with turbulent emotions.
Xie Shiyi, what right do you have? !
Why do you do that?!
Why do you tell me not to do things under the banner of doing good for you, but you yourself always act out of line
Yan Qing has never truly felt sympathy for the disasters that have plagued the world of cultivation for thousands of years.
He inherited the soul thread, just like Xie Shiyi inherited the Unregrettable Sword. It's just that one is in charge of killing, and the other is in charge of cause and effect. Evil causes and evil consequences, all the tragedies in the world are caused by people themselves!
He doesn't want to be a savior!
You can't be a savior!
This is a problem with no solution at all. Unless you kill everyone in the world, the devil will continue to thrive!
Yan Qing suddenly laughed briefly. How could this matter ever have an end? Liuli Xin had only sealed the demon for ten thousand years.
There is no possibility of a savior in this chaotic world.
Oh, no, there are some
...become the last devil, maybe he is the savior.
Become the last demon...
All the nightmares in the Demon Realm poured into Bai Xiaoxiao's body like a tide!
Yan Qing stood up from the ground, his red robe matching the floating rouge clouds. His black hair fell like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair brushed across his gorgeous and cold facial features.
His skin was pale, and the red lines were held in his hands, leaving only thin marks on his wrists.
This strange rouge cloud floating above the trench attracted all the disciples.
Boom! Boom!
Immediately afterwards, half of the cliff where Bai Xiaoxiao was imprisoned suddenly collapsed, and finally "bang!", an inverted triangle platform was floated up by the red cloud and broke through the sea surface!
Yan Qing had an indifferent expression, stepped off Ling Feng, and followed it out to the sea.
The other disciples were shocked.
"What's this?"
"Follow him quickly!"
This platform rose into the air through the sea, even to the same level as the altar in the Canghai Realm. Bai Xiaoxiao didn't expect that he would be forcibly pulled out of the cave, and his feet were bound by vine chains, kneeling in the center of the altar.
There are all kinds of black fog around me.
Lan Xize was standing next to him, holding a whistle in his hand.
Yan Qing approached step by step.
Lan Xize lowered his head and met Yan Qing's eyes across the sea and the bright moon.
Two pairs of identical bloodshot eyes, equally dazzling.
The situation became tense in an instant.
Lan Xize curled his lips and smiled.
The thousands of red threads on Yan Qing's fingertips formed a bridge, and her clothes were like the shadow of falling stars, and suddenly she reached the triangular platform.
Lan Xize is the son of southern Xinjiang, and he can use everything from plants and fireflies. A laurel tree on the altar blocks out the sun, like a fairy platform under the moon, with colorful white flowers.
Lan Xize said: "Your speed is quite fast..."
Yan Qing looked at him with clear eyes, not angered. Thinking of the mysterious figure in Bai Xiaoxiao's dream, he asked directly, "Lan Xize, was Jinghong Fifteen Years your work?"
Lan Xize said calmly: "Are you talking about the story of the cat replacing the prince in the city? I just let Xie Shiyi return to his identity. He seized someone else's identity, so isn't it reasonable for him to pay those prices?"
Yan Qing: "No, if it weren't for your instigation and oppression, the Xie family would only be happy to keep this cat."
Lan Xize did not comment.
Yan Qing continued, "You have been observing the barrier city."
Lan Xize smiled, and a bit of tenderness appeared in his eyes: "My wife died there, and my son was born there, so I will naturally keep an eye on this place."
Yan Qing laughed sarcastically upon hearing this, exposing his hypocrisy, and said softly: "Lan Xize, aren't you tired of acting so far?"
"You made a contract with the demon god, fighting in the name of reviving Wei Shengzhuang, making the demon god think he had found your weakness. In fact, what you were after from the beginning to the end was the power of God."
The gentleness and smile on Lan Xize's face disappeared completely, and her snake-like eyes looked at him coldly.
Lan Xize sneered: "Do you think you know me well?"
Yan Qing said: "After the first year of Jinghong, you changed your name to Xu Ruqing and entered Xiaoyu Palace. Your goal was to find the Wangchuan Ding. The avalanche in Xiaoyu Palace that year was also a disaster caused by your attempt to find the Wangchuan Ding."
When Lan Xize was mentioned this, his expression twisted for a moment, but he said calmly, "Yes. I thought Wei Shengzhuang was a fool, but I didn't expect that I would be stupid too. The Wangchuan Ding was destroyed by the Nine Heavens Gods and Buddhas a long time ago, and you can't find it even if you search for a hundred years."
Yan Qing was silent for a moment, his eyes grew colder, and he said, "After the avalanche, you passed the throne to Xie Shiyi. You must have known something and started to fear Xiaoyu Palace."
Lan Xize stared at him and smiled: "Go on."
Yan Qing raised his eyes and said, "Lan Xize, you are a demon, right?"
Lan Xize didn't say anything, his eyes were sinister and cold.
Yan Qing said to himself: "You pushed Xie Shiyi to death with your own hands, how could you be so kind as to give up your position to him? You only want to destroy him."
"You're right." Lan Xize's smile deepened, and he did not deny it. He sat on the osmanthus tree, and when he flicked his sleeves, the tree was covered with osmanthus rain. He said softly, "The first time I saw him in Xiaoyu Palace, I knew that the child was obsessed."
Lan Xize said: "Why don't you guess whether Xie Shiyi is a demon now."
Yan Qing slowly closed his eyes.
"Too much obsession is not a good thing. You know, many evil thoughts come from not being able to get what you want."
Lan Xize smiled and said, "Xiaoyu Palace is a place where killing is the main thing. It is also a cage that allows evil thoughts to spread. Unrestrained power will often push people into the abyss of depravity."
"I didn't expect that his obsession was to become the Young Lord of Shifang City. I didn't expect that even after he became the Lord of Xiaoyu Palace and controlled the only road leading to the Upper Heaven in the Demon Realm, his final choice was to wait."
Yan Qing said indifferently: "This is the difference between you and him."
Lan Xize smiled, but there was no trace of smile in his pupils. He commented: "People who are too obsessed will definitely die in Xiaoyu Palace."
Lan Xize put the whistle to his lips.
"I'll kill you first. Don't worry, Shiyi will go to the underworld to accompany you right away."
A whistle sounded, and the vines that trapped Bai Xiaoxiao on the platform scattered like a tide.
Bai Xiaoxiao swallowed countless nightmares, and now the power in his body was in a critical state of explosion. He was unconscious and staggered to his feet.
Lan Xize founded four hundred and eighty temples just to imitate the spirit of Wangchuan and collect nightmares from all over the world.
But? Now Bai Xiaoxiao is enough.
There is no need to gather clouds and rain. There is no need for men and women to have sex. There is no need to condense nightmares in the fetus before taking them out
Just like all nightmares in this world, no matter where they are or what shape they are, they can be attracted and swallowed by him.
Yan Qing had no choice but to shout the word "devil" in his sea of consciousness.
The demon looked at this scene and blinked his green eyes, a little surprised but more of mockery.
He said: "Do you think Lan Xize's cleverness backfired? The magic I taught him can only be used after Bai Xiaoxiao becomes a true Xin Ding. It's too early now. Lan Xize's actions are actually beneficial to us."
Lan Xize blew the whistle, and Bai Xiaoxiao attacked Yan Qing. Each sword move was random, but the chaotic, complex and cruel spiritual power inside still forced Yan Qing to be on guard.
In addition to Bai Xiaoxiao, Yan Qing also has to deal with Lan Xize.
The land of the altar was covered with all kinds of complicated vines and thorns, and the poisonous insects, snakes and ants that lived there also rushed towards him.
Yan Qing was accidentally stabbed in the arm, and blood oozed out from under his wide sleeves.
The demon god said coldly: "Yan Qing, attack his eyes."
Yan Qing broke free from a dry vine, and when Bai Xiaoxiao stabbed him with the sword like a madman, the red line directly pierced his eyes.
"Ah—" Bai Xiaoxiao was in a trance and put down his sword and screamed.
He was half squatting on the ground, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling, looking indescribably fragile and pitiful.
The demon god gloated and said, "Lan Xize has done something wrong. He has inherited too many memories, and now is the most chaotic time. Why don't you try to awaken the spirit of Wangchuan in his body."
Yan Qing's eyes were so complicated that they seemed like the long night that could not be torn apart.
After a long time, he squatted down and took out the breath-avoiding bead.
Bai Xiaoxiao covered her eyes, her eyes were filled with green light from crying, and she looked dazed and ignorant like a child.
He was still sobbing because of his injuries, but he was immediately infected by the familiar smell and raised his head stupidly.
The moonlight seeped through the jade osmanthus branches, mottled by the petals, and fell on the pale and strange face of the young man. Yan Qing's wide robe swayed in the wind, and under his feet were all kinds of withered thorny vines. The black-haired young man in red clothes half-knelt down, and the cold wind blew up his sleeves, revealing his pale arms. The scars on them were like weeping blood azaleas, scattered and shocking.
Yan Qing said in a hoarse voice.
"Dabai, kill him."