Observing the subtle changes in Ying Meng’s face, Shengyuan changed his tone.

"At the beginning, people clearly realized that they were only part of nature. They only hunted enough animals to eat and plant enough food to eat. They would also quarrel, but they would never fight. Because they knew that only by sharing each other could they survive, but as they became stronger, they began to think that they were the master of the world, and thus became fascinated by power and wanted to control the world. It was ridiculous. This ridiculousness was constantly reincarnated in everyone.

Shadow Dream!

When a person faces death, what he loses is not freedom but fantasy. Because everyone lives in a regular chessboard, busy realizing the so-called obsessions, goals, ambitions, and has no freedom at all. This is a life without fantasy. I have completed my purpose, and now I should pick up the ability to fantasy again, and the price I pay is to leave this chessboard and no longer participate in this chess game.

The chess pieces I cultivated with my own hands will replace me, and use her will to continue this game of continuous reincarnation and endless chess game. As a chess player who determines the will, why should she let go of the people who have hurt herself? Some people have lived in a game since they were born. The chess pieces are small, and the only way to break the situation is to throw away everything else. I thought that the puppet with nothing would understand my thoughts after losing everything. But she still ridiculously thought that it could change the decay. Even if she encountered the current choice that had to be decisive, she still naively thought that there were other options.

If you try to transform others, you are either God or sick. The price of being God is not something that the mortal womb can bear. Once you have the idea of ​​being God, the disaster will not be far away. If you cannot become a god and turn the world upside down, then a mere mortal can only be reborn with death. She knows that she cannot make choices due to vain desires, so hesitation, and hesitation is destined to be defeated. Everything she does is just..."

The voice was interrupted roughly, and Yingmeng grabbed Shengyuan's neck.

"If you withdraw your troops, you can reconcile with them for the time being. But what about the future? You don't want to live anymore. What about after you die? Do you think you can protect the people you care about when you die? What will future generations evaluate you? Do you want to choose to compromise?" Looking at the gradually out of control, Shengyuan chuckled and said with difficulty. "Think about it. There is such an opportunity to overthrow all the opportunities to decay! The prosperity will lead to decline! Only by complete destruction can you liberate!"

At this time, whoever pinched whom was no longer as clear as the surface.

After a moment, Ying Meng hurriedly threw Shengyuan away, and murmured while retreating, "You don't understand, you don't understand."

A black air surged behind her, like a huge ball of wings, wrapping her layer by layer. She could no longer tell whether it was Shengyuan who was talking or the voice in her heart.

"You know. Why don't you admit it? We are just a piece in the chessboard. Everything we strive for is just a phantom. Surrounded by the dim lights, in the boundless prosperity, but there is no door, a lamp is left for you..."

Fear was like an endless abyss, trapping her in it. She wandered in the darkness, embracing the ignorant lamb in confusion. Anger drilled into her throat with every breath.

"What qualifications does a dying person have to give me some advice?"

Accompanied by the rhythm of bewitching, the sound slowly came into her ears, like a bright light illuminating the road to hell.

"A elder is qualified to guide confused juniors. Anyway, the ending is destined to be a tragedy. Shouldn't it be put into a regretless end? Do you have the heart to watch the person you care about struggle in the abyss? Are you willing to stay in other people's stories? Are you willing to be confused and never know the truth? Give up that beautiful and illusory pursuit?"

Suddenly a feeling of weightlessness came to my feet, my heart was suffocated for a long time, and screams and insults were lingering in my ears. My thoughts stopped in front of Yunge Tower, and the sarcasm and screams in the world were amplified again and again, and became more sharper and more. Yingmeng roared desperately: "What exactly is it? What should I do? What should I think?"

The air around began to squeeze into this radius for several miles. Ying Meng bit her tongue tightly. Only the blood coming could make her barely maintain her mind.

The hostility in her heart rose rapidly, making her unable to help but want to destroy something. "Kill you. It's okay if you kill you."

Seeing this scene, Shengyuan laughed silently. It was this force that bears all the sins and will eventually burn it with all the decay. It is worth waiting for so long. He has seen the light he has been looking forward to for a long time. His eyes are spread all over his face, making him disguised, calmed him, and burned his meticulous obsessions with burning emotions.

Injustice can only be broken with injustice. His lifelong wishes are also his lifelong sins. His glory is built on the flesh and blood that has been slaughtered by him, and on the faith that has been judged by him, and he finally waits for the sanctions he hopes for.

Shengyuan took a deep breath and suppressed his inner excitement. The last step was not tolerated. He opened his thin lips lightly and spit out a few obscure characters, like spells or chanting.

A dark mist quickly surged on Yingmeng's cheeks, and Yingmeng exuded a strong aura of destruction all over her, "Kill you. It's okay if you kill you."

"How boring the truth told by others. I'm waiting on the road to the underworld to report it." Looking at the murderous skeleton, Shengyuan smiled, gracefully picked up the teacup and greeted Jingyingmeng and took a sip.

"If you attack heresy, you will be harmed." - "The Analects of Confucius·Politics"

When choosing hatred and acting, two graves should be dug first.

According to his calculations, Shengyuan is going to die here today, and Yingmeng will also live, and the only thing he survived will be the variables he created with his own hands. He can't wait. Since that prophecy has been reluctant to come true, let him create a substitute.

Shengyuan closed his eyes gently, and his long eyelashes were like fallen wings that covered the beautiful, deep and unpredictable eyes. All the brilliance disappeared in an instant and disappeared.

Who had no dreams when he was young, who had never cared for the world, and who had never had a time to raise a glass to drink and laugh?

The skinnyness of reality shattered the dream, and the temptation of "light" pushed the young man in a furious clothes into the abyss step by step. For the sake of the so-called faith, he refused to recognize his relatives and used the blood of his friends to pile up the ladder of power. I wonder if he ever remembered that year

The self who walked around the world with a sword.

He was once a handsome and elegant boy in bright clothes and angry horses.

He was once the puppet heir who was alone in search of life in death.

He used to be a gentle and gentle Immortal Lord.

Hate makes people turn into demons, even more terrifying than the ones he wants to take revenge. Obsession makes people do whatever it takes, and at the same time makes people ignore the beauty that is within reach. When put on the sacred cloak...

But it doesn't matter anymore, everything no longer exists. He has been freed from the shackles of this era.

How lonely a person is in the abyss. The meaning of death is that another person continues to bother him.

Yingmeng, who lost her target, knelt down in the hall like a broken puppet. The endless black smoke kept drilling into Yingmeng's body. All the energy beads in her body seemed to have entered a riot. Yingmeng's thoughts crossed her life.

I have been awake and sinking, I have been calm and indulged. In the end, I am just a mirror and a moon. When I first wake up, my heart is full of emptiness.

Shengyuan is dead, but why does the shackles not disappear?

The killings outside the house continue.

Yingmeng's consciousness is often interrupted by the experiences outside the window: a man kneels down and cries beside a corpse. It may be his child, his partner, his relatives. The murderers with a passionate face, who are no longer controlled by Yingmeng. The raiders stretch out their claws to the unarmed woman, and the child cries beside the bones.

Yingmeng unconsciously incorporated these factors that broke into her sight into her consciousness.

As time goes by, she gradually cannot tell the difference between reality and illusion.

The predator's laughter seemed to mock her incompetence. His original eyes turned scarlet and something seemed to have broken in his chest.

After a while, her pupils suddenly shrank, and all kinds of emotions surging silently in the depths of her eyes, but the curve of the corners of her mouth became bigger and bigger. She slowly stood up and finally returned to the dead coldness, as if she had returned to normal.

She is normal. At least it seems.

Yingmeng looked at Sheng Yuanliangtuo's corpse and sneered, saying word by word: "I will leave me a question when I die, haha! I don't know if I want to wait on the road to the underworld."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy watching at the door turned into blood foam. Endless killing was about to come.

The sword light and sword shadows fly, and the flesh and blood are flying everywhere. The shadow dream is full of evil spirits, and it is extremely cold and ruthless. The sword in her hand rolls rapidly, shaking out blood afterimage, with ink hair flying, and a peerless posture. Behind her are the splashing blood, killing, and a round of blood yang.

The endless killing and blood-flowing battlefield set off the setting sun in the sky, and the afterglow of the sunset outlines the outline of the shadow dream like flowing blood. She looks neither sad nor happy, and has lost all emotions, but it is inexplicably chilling.

Five volumes of the Heavenly Book "Shadow Dreams in Yinshan, and declared war on the fairy world with one person's power. Control the immortal spirits of the eight realms, refine filthy things, and blood-staining tens of thousands of cities, summoning the dead souls into soldiers, turning light and shadow into soldiers, and attacking the eighth level of heaven within five years."
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