() The fluctuations coming from inside his body became more and more intense, and Mu Yun knew in his heart that there was not much time left for him.

However, he has not yet decided how to choose.

Should he allow himself to perish, bear the sin of killing two million living beings, and deeply understand his sin? Or should he let the life-spelling elves guard the blood soul beads, and gain nothing?

On the one hand, it is full of dangers. If you are not careful, you will completely sink, your soul will be annihilated, and your body will die. But if you can survive this disaster, the benefits will be extremely rich. On the other hand, there is no danger, but the benefits will not be.

How many.

The life magic spirit looked at Mu Yun and sighed. This was a problem that Mu Yun had to face and he had no way to intervene.

As time passed, the fluctuations emitted by the Blood Soul Pearl became more and more intense. His mind felt as painful as being stabbed by thousands of fine needles. He had to make up his mind. Mu Yun raised his head: "I choose... to perish!"

The Life Skill Elf nodded slowly, with a white life energy lingering around his body. His face was dignified and solemn. A stream of sacred breath flowed out of him. Mu Yun felt a sense of peace and tranquility. The Life Skill Elf's hands formed seals,

Inexplicable power spreads out.

Hua Hua...

The space in the realm of destiny produces ripples. These ripples ripple like water waves, which is wonderful. A hole the size of a bowl slowly condenses. The hole is dark and I don't know how deep it is.

The life magic elf's hands suddenly went deep into the black hole, not knowing what he was grabbing at, but he soon understood that this passage connected his soul sea and the realm of destiny.

Staring at the palm-sized blood soul bead in the hand of the life magic elf, Mu Yun saw that this was a hell.

"You should have seen that the Blood Soul Bead is a kind of material, but it creates a hell of sin. If you want to surrender this Blood Soul Bead, then your mind will enter this hell of sin and be completely destroyed.

Itself, but the cycle of heaven will always leave a trace of life, it depends on whether you can grasp it..."

"If you grasp it, you will survive! If you cannot grasp it, you will survive on your own..."

Mu Yun's mind wrapped around the Blood Soul Pearl like a wave of water, and suddenly a huge force came over him, and his mind entered it.

After a period of spinning, the miserable hell he imagined did not appear. He found himself standing in an ordinary courtyard. The courtyard was not large in area, and the layout was somewhat similar to the small courtyard in Huangjiao Town. At first glance, it did not belong to a wealthy family.

's house.

"Huh?" Mu Yun found that he had turned into a thirteen-year-old boy.

"What's going on?" Mu Yun didn't expect that his appearance would change after sinking in the Blood Soul Pearl. "Does sinking mean using one's own mind to experience the lives of innocent people?"

When he entered the room, Mu Yun gradually understood.

He turned into a fifteen-year-old boy. The boy was a student of the town's government school. His father was a ranger who specialized in finding out information about the Ming Cult in order to get paid. Originally, his family was relatively wealthy.

When he was six years old, he built a small foundation and had a strength of five hundred kilograms. When he was nine years old, he had a great foundation and had a strength of one thousand kilograms. When he was twelve years old, he had built a strong foundation.

The foundation is perfect and has the strength of 2,500 kilograms.

He was known as a supernatural power and a genius in the small town, but he knew that all this was accumulated by his father with money and resources. When he was twelve years old, his father went to the city to report the news about the remnants of the Ming Cult and never came back.

Within three months of his father's death, all the family's money and resources had been consumed by him, and his cultivation speed had slowed down. Now he is fifteen years old, but his strength is only 2,500 kilograms, which is far from the foundation building.

There are still five hundred kilograms left to reach perfection, but no matter how hard he practices, no matter how hard he works, or even how hard he practices, his strength just doesn't increase.

Watching fellow practitioners who were previously inferior to him surpass him one after another, and watching fellow practitioners who were previously inferior to him enter the Xiuxian Academy, his heart was tormented.

However, he did not give up. If he could not succeed in cultivating immortality, he could still do other things... He couldn't just waste his life in vain, and he couldn't afford to waste it... He still had a mother.

The death of his father and the embarrassment of reality made him mature. As the only man in the family, he must shoulder the corresponding responsibilities.

Although he is still studying and practicing in the government school, he spends a lot of time exploring the remnants of the Ming Cult. He wants to become a ranger like his father. Only in this way can he give his mother a stable and peaceful life.

He swore...

I want my mother to live a good life.

"There is still one year left. As long as the information I found out this time is true and I can get rewards from the government, I can let my mother live a good life, and I can also purchase resources to break through the foundation-building perfection in one fell swoop.

territory……"

But the young man's state of mind made Mu Yun, whose mind was attached to him, worried and always had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, after the young man entered the city, he excitedly told the news about the remnants of the Ming Cult to a yamen officer in the execution room.

"Little guy, if you can lead us to find these remnants of the Ming Cult, your reward will be doubled!" The yamen officer stared at him with a smile.

"Okay!" Gritting his teeth, the young man agreed. He was so reluctant to part with the doubled reward that he forgot all the rules of their profession... They were only responsible for inquiring about information, not leading the way or arresting people.

.

The young man ignorantly led the government officials out of the city. He soon realized that something was wrong. The eyes of the government officials looking at him were full of joking and cruelty.

"Altar Master Zhou Hu, this little guy exposed your identity..." When the leading captor took him to the stronghold of the remnants of the Ming Cult, he finally understood that it turned out that the leading captor was a remnant of the Ming Cult.

escape!

He thought about escaping, he had to escape, he still had his mother, and he still had his unfulfilled dream. When the government officials were not paying attention, he escaped. After running around for three days, he quietly returned to the town, thinking

He wanted to take his mother and escape from the town.

But the town he was familiar with has disappeared. It has been completely reduced to a hell. There are white bones everywhere. These bones seem to have been weathered for many years. When a gust of wind blows, they turn into bone powder and fly everywhere.

When he came to the familiar courtyard, his heart was trembling and bleeding. His eyes were blood red and full of unwillingness. When he saw the weathered white bones in the living room wrapped in familiar clothes, he could no longer bear it.

Start wailing.

"What's going on? What's going on?" The boy's question tortured his heart.

At this time, Mu Yun also felt pain, as if he had also lost his mother, as if the scene in front of him really happened to him.

Boundless resentment surged from the young man's heart, and boundless hatred burst out from the young man's eyes.

Mu Yun was in great pain. He wanted to vent and avenge his mother.

At this time, Master Zhou Hu, a remnant of the Ming Cult, arrived and looked at him with a calm expression: "All this is caused by you! If you don't run away, this altar master will not come after you. My Ming Cult share

You can’t let this news leak out. All the 80,000 people in this town were killed by you..."

"Ahhh...no...no..."

Mu Yun followed the young man and howled with grief and anger. He didn't want to accept it all.

"Are you in pain now? Do you hate me very much?" Zhou Hu looked at him indifferently without a trace of pity: "But I can't feel your pain or your resentment! You really care about you.

Mother? Do you really care about these 80,000 innocent creatures?"

The resentment surging in the young man's heart became more and more intense. After Zhou Hu stimulated him several times, the young man passed out due to the stimulation of resentment. Zhou Hu sighed, bit his throat open, and sucked out his blood. His resentment and

The will condensed and turned into a resentful spirit, attached to Zhou Hu's body.

"It turns out that the blood-refining madman is a remnant of the Ming Cult, and his name is Zhou Hu..."

The moment the young man died, his mind flew out of the young man's soul. After a mysterious moment, he found himself in a strange place.

…

"You brat, listen carefully. Sister Feng'er is my fiancée. If you come to pester her again in the future, don't blame me for being rude!" A young man with a strong build and a powerful body slapped Zhou Hu on the face.

On his face, he yelled angrily: "I will kill you, cripple you...don't you still have a nainai? Humph..."

The young man threatened Zhou Hu, kicked him twice with anger and disgust on his face, and then turned around and left with a young girl.

"What's going on? Why do I feel pain? My mind is now attached to Zhou Hu's body?" Mu Yun climbed up with difficulty, feeling pain all over his body, especially the chest where he was kicked by the young man.

The pain was unbearable and several ribs were broken.

"What I felt just now was the innocent people killed by Zhou Hu, which made me hate Zhou Hu to the core. Could it be that what I feel now is Zhou Hu himself? What does this mean?" Mu Yun thought silently.

Holding his chest, Zhou Hu limped around and walked back to his home with difficulty.

It is said to be a home, but it is the most shabby courtyard in the town. The courtyard has been ravaged by wind and rain and has long been in dilapidated condition.

"Xiaohu? What's wrong with you? Why are you injured so badly?" An old woman with a wrinkled face staggered out of the dilapidated house, tears flowing from her dirty eyes, and she gently touched Zhou

Tiger's cheeks.

"Nainai...I...I'm fine!" Zhou Hu endured the severe pain and laughed.

"Go in and lie down quickly, and Nainai will go find a doctor for you..."

"No need, nainai!" Zhou Hu shook his head. There was no food left at home. They even had trouble eating. How could they have money for medical treatment?

"No, you have to listen to Nainai this time. Nainai goes to the doctor..."
Chapter completed!