Balian only felt that his body was sinking in the cold river water, sinking, sinking...
There was blood in front of my eyes, but the blood did not come from the heart that was pierced by the small silver sword.
The severe pain in another part of the body gradually overshadowed the severe pain in the heart.
He raised his finger and touched the painful spot.
But he discovered that the place where blood overflowed actually came from that immortal tear.
Immortal tears...
Balian was in a daze, when did he have such a thing in his body?
The river water rushing towards him from all directions was fierce and biting, carrying a stream of unspeakable pain into his body.
In the rapids of the sinking river, Bai Lian suddenly heard a sound like a bird suddenly frightened from the branches.
The vision in front of me was spinning, and the whole space seemed to be spinning out of control.
Until his back suddenly touched a thorn with jet black steel clusters, and there was a sudden burst of pain in his back.
Thunder and lightning leaped between the wounds, and the rivers in all directions came and went.
The clothes and hair on his body were not yet dry, and as his eyes flickered, he returned to Guangmeng City, where the air was filled with blood and ghostly aura.
His hands and limbs were bound by iron thorns as sharp as steel knives. The Thunder-Wu Divine Spear had turned into a cage of thorns, and cold-colored electric flames and thunder fires were flowing everywhere.
The iron thorns wrapped around his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak.
Standing in front of him in a black and red sword robe between heaven and earth, he has wide sleeves and flying belts, and has an astonishing celestial spirit. His brows cannot conceal his majesty, and his angular face contains the innate sharpness of attack. There is even a faint trace in his eyes.
A kind of callous indifference.
The man's hand pressing the Shenglong Sword was like the first iron-cold wind blowing down from Tianxi Sword Mountain.
His narrow eyes stared at Bailian Ru as he looked at a dead person, and the words coming out of his thin lips revealed his murderous intent: "Exorcise ghosts and kill people, but you still have me as your father in your eyes!"
Baili Yu's big sleeves were fluttering, and blood was spilled.
At his feet lay a small ghost corpse with a round head and a red belly. Who could it be if it wasn't Shou?
The pain in his heart that had been penetrated by the small sword had not faded away. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had been hit hard by something blunt and heavy again.
But when he lowered his head and looked down, his heart was empty, with no sword and no wounds.
Balian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but grab the thorns and thunder cage in front of him. His palm was suddenly cut and broken, and blood dripped from it.
Their fingers connected to their hearts, and when there was severe pain, Balian laughed softly, and his round, dark eyes gradually became stained with a bright red color, as deep as the blood abyss. He slowly lowered his eyelids, long
Long eyelashes covered a pair of deep red eyes, and the electric flames flickered between them, but there was an unspeakable mystery in them.
The scarred palm broke apart at the touch of the cage formed by Lei Wu. He retracted his palm and slowly tore off the steel thorns bound between his lips and teeth.
The sharp iron thorns embedded in the bones a moment ago were as brittle as thin paper under his fingers now as his laughter rang out.
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Outside of the dream, Lin Xi was stunned for a long time, with a strange expression as her fingers kept groping around Balian's face.
Bai Shaoyan looked at the smile on his master's lips, frowned deeply and said, "Master is smiling at the moment, but the situation is not good."
Lin Xi came back to her senses at Bai Shaoyan's words. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath to suppress the shock and turmoil in her heart. She shook her head and said, "This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone who can suppress his inner demons to the point of no return."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, even if he is pushed into the abyss step by step, he can still clearly see the path he is walking on, which is really incredible."
When the dream killing technique is performed, people's spiritual consciousness is tantamount to entering a state of high sleep.
After such an incident, the body's spiritual platform is defenseless and immersed in an open state. The willpower is the weakest and it is easy to breed inner demons and be swallowed by dreams.
The art of dream killing first creates a beautiful dream for the subject, and fulfills all the unfulfilled wishes and obsessions in the dream. Finally, at the happiest moment, the nightmare has quietly arrived.
At the peak of your happiness, everything will disintegrate and collapse, causing despair and pain to climb to the top.
No one can bear to use happiness to destroy everything.
No one can remain unwavering and calm in this kind of pain.
But Balian... this young man, he accepted everything calmly, including this pain, in a dream.
Lin Xi secretly sighed in her heart that this boy might really be able to achieve a miracle in ten years and recognize the fact that he was in a dream.
It's just... there are so many outstanding people in the world who are able to distinguish between dreams and reality by relying on their strong willpower in the art of dream killing.
But being clear doesn't mean you can escape the nightmare.
What's more, listening to the distant sounds of volcanic eruptions, Lin Xi had already predicted that the abyssal beast might have taken action at this moment.
There is not much time left for them.
Even if the time limit of a thousand years can be shortened as much as possible to ten years, these ten years... are still long.
In a dream, outside the cage.
Bailiyu's eyes were as cold as an eagle's, staring at the young boy with an innocent face in the cage: "You traitor, what are you laughing at!"
Balian raised his fingers to touch the cracked wound mark between the corners of his lips, with a playful look on his face: "Is it the inner demons who are weaving dreams to deceive me, or am I deceiving all my own inner demons.
Why are you still able to come into my dreams, father? Even though everything is etched in my heart like a knife and makes me feel painful, it will not make me sink to this level."
He placed his palm on the thorn cage in front of him, and with a slight force in his palm, the cage collapsed and turned into little bits of ashes.
Balian lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I have already let go of the past. Since you were born in response to my inner demons, in a sense, you can also be regarded as my father."
Bailian bowed deeply to him and made a respectful junior salute, but his eyes were calm and calm, no longer as green and fearful as they were in Guangmeng City back then.
Bailiyu in front of him looked at him darkly for a long time, and then slowly said: "I was born in response to the demon in your heart. I am Bailiyu, and I am also the symbol of the dream calamity technique in this realm. You
He is the only being in my tens of thousands of years who has successfully broken through dreams in less than half a day."
Balian gradually recalled everything before the dream, and said with a chuckle: "Palace Master Lin Xi is also your master. Her dream killing technique is indeed outstanding, and she is the most outstanding dream weaver in the demon world."
She will also be eclipsed in front of her."
Bailiyu's expression had changed from stern to indifferent, his eyes were numb and he said: "But you still know clearly that you are in a dream."
Bailian said: "It's not that Palace Master Lin Xi's dream killing technique is not good enough, but that in this world, no nightmare can override the fear brought by the evil god."
And within his body, a True Ancestor Evil God is sealed.
Compared to the method of weaving the inner demon's dream, no matter how clever Lin Xi's method is, he is still as immature as a child in front of the True Ancestor Evil God.
Everything he has experienced now is not enough to give him any fearful thoughts.
The indifferent expression in Bailiyu's eyes suddenly changed, and he lowered his head and chuckled.
In his laughter, the scenes in all directions changed again.
This time, Balian came to a strange scene that he had never seen before. The ground he was standing on was not the ground, but a level surface of blue water. The fields were boundless and there was no end in sight. Behind him,
A burning peach tree grew.
The burning crimson petals fell gently, scattering all over the sky.
It was as if the water and the sky met under Balian's feet. He was dressed in green clothes and white clothes, which was exactly how he was dressed in this world, and the reflection in the water under his feet was what he looked like before he died.
But that appearance is slightly different from that in life. He is not a childish young man with a taller and slender figure and a more mature and steady appearance, but his predecessor in his youth.
In the dream, there was the clear sound of a drop of water falling.
The reflection under his feet was blurred by the ripples, and his face gradually became unclear.
Balian lowered his eyes and stared at the reflection in the water for a long time. He looked away, his eyes still as calm as before.
He showed off his robe and sat down on the ground carefree, and his reflection in the water followed his movements and sat down on the ground.
Baili An looked steadily at Baili Yu who was wearing a sword suit in front of him, and chuckled: "I am not surprised at all that the person who enters my dream can see my father, but I think that I am not interested in the position of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
How could everything that happened in the dream be divorced from reality if I didn’t even have the slightest desire to covet it.”
In the illusion that the True Ancestor Evil God weaved for him, he never became the master of the Tianxi Sword, or even married Yunrong of the Four Swordsmen.
Although he had a romantic relationship with Senior Sister Yunrong, Bailian believed that he had an excessive obsession with Senior Sister Yunrong, whom he didn't know very well.
But in his dream, his married wife turned out to be not Xiaoshuang, but Senior Sister Yunrong.
What's even more strange is that in that dream, he actually calmly accepted the fact that Senior Sister Yunrong, he and his mother-in-law were a family of three.
At least until he faced Bailiyu, he never realized that he was in a dream.
It is clearly a dream that is as absurd and unrealistic as possible.
He never once doubted the authenticity of the dream.
It was as if those years in the mountains had really happened.
Thinking of this, the expression on Bailian's face remained unchanged, but his fingers gradually became cold and chilly.
A strange smile appeared on Bailiyu's face: "My son already has the answer in his heart, so why bother to ask more questions."
After finishing his words, a sword monument slowly appeared behind Bailiyu.
The sword monument has weather-beaten traces, with dark stains of dried blood on it, and also the marks left by slashing with swords.
The monument is mottled, like ancient and unknown scars.
Bailiyu imitated Baili'an's movements and sat on the ground. He looked at him with a half-smile and said: "The power of the dream killing technique and weaving fearful nightmares is indeed far inferior to the terrifying despair brought by the True Ancestor Evil God.
, but the difference between the ability of the Dream Killing Technique and that of the True Ancestor Evil God is that all the dreams weaved by the Dream Killing, every scene and thing experienced, have actually happened, or will happen in the future."
Balian shook his head and said seriously: "This is absolutely impossible."
Bailiyu leaned forward, and the handsome and cold young face came closer and sneered: "If it were really impossible, you would not be controlled by the dream at this moment."
His head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "This is the real power of the Dream Killing Technique. Maybe you think that you have experienced the fear brought by the True Ancestor Evil God to you. You can defeat such fear. It is indeed you."
It's amazing, but if you think that you can escape from the dream-killing situation by relying on these advantages, you are naive."
"You may be able to overcome the fear, pain and inner demons of death in the past, but in this world, what is fear? The biggest fear in this world comes from the unknown."
"You can defeat the past, but that doesn't mean you can defeat the future."
"Maybe you can wake up to your entire life so far in less than half a day, but as for the distant future, you might as well guess how many years you will be trapped in this dream for this?"
Bailiyu raised his finger, and the air flow around Bailian's body surged, and thousands of illusory red threads danced colorfully from his body.
"You are the person with the most numerous and complex lines of cause and effect that I have ever seen. Ordinary people only have a few lines, but I have seen thousands of red lines in you. If you do this in the future, you will be trapped.
I have been in this state for thousands of years, and it will never be possible to wake up."
Balian's eyes were firm and he said: "I don't believe in the past, nor the future, I only believe in the present."
"Don't believe in the future?" Bailiyu sneered: "If you deny everything you experienced in your dream, you might as well think about it carefully. If everything you experience is false, why can you understand the holy power of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan?
'All Heavens and All Realms'? How come you are able to comprehend and comprehend those unfamiliar three thousand Taoist Dharma in a matter of days?
If you hadn't learned this a long time ago, how come you can master the holy-level exercises that ordinary people need to practice for tens of millions of years before they can even get started?"
Bailian remained silent.
Bailiyu continued to smile and vowed: "You entered the dream calamity to learn all this. You had already predicted it before entering the dream, so why deny it now?"
"Deny?" Balian raised his eyes, with a faint smile in his clear eyes, as if he didn't hide anything on his mind. Even now, his eyes are still calm:
"Now I am very curious, where did your inner demon come from in my heart? My purpose of entering this dream was never to learn the three thousand holy magical powers, so that I could master them day and night.
I learned all this in a short period of time. Do you believe it when I say it was all an accident?"
This time, it was Bailiyu's turn to be silent.
As an echo of his dream, he could sense that Balian was not lying when he said this.