Chapter 119 Am I ugly? Why don’t you come to see me?

Shang Yanran’s statement is the most reasonable.

Even though the Blood Lord was trapped in the devil's realm forever, sunk into his inner demons and turned into a troll, he still retained a trace of humanity and chose to cut himself off from the world and not bring harm to the people.

Everyone present was moved.

Admiration for the Blood Lord has reached a new level.

Even the big Buddha can't do it, but the Blood Lord can.

"No!" Canary looked at the Gate of Ten Thousand Shus and wanted to go in, but she couldn't get any closer. "I don't want the blood bead, so I'll sever my own heart veins!"

She was originally a carefree canary on Jiupan Mountain.

How could she get used to separation in this world? The person she was leaving was her childhood sweetheart.

"Is there any way to save Blood Pearl?" Canary turned her head and looked at Shang Yanran with a pleading look on her face, "Please."

Shang Yanran seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "Now that the Blood Lord has severed his own heart meridian, and the Blood Demon has dissipated... I have a way that may be able to save him.

But... the one who was saved might be the Blood Demon."

Everyone present was silent.

Bai Ze had a complicated expression, and finally said: "If I save him and turn him into a terrifying blood demon, wouldn't that go against my teacher's wishes?

Is there no other way?"

Shang Yanran said: "Master has severed his own heart meridian. The blood demon that is revived will not be a real terrifying blood demon, but an ordinary heart demon."

"Save!" said the old man Nangong Dagou firmly.

"Help!" Yu Daoren has always been taciturn.

"My Master taught me the Dharma and saved my life. Today I will do something for my Master!"

Hearing these firm words, Shang Yanran showed a sad smile on her face.

Will the mentor rescued in this way be a blood demon or a mentor? In the end, these people still chose to save him.

"This method is recorded in the Stone Tablet of Destiny. I originally thought it would not be useful, but unexpectedly... I would use it today." Shang Yanran took out the Stone Tablet of Destiny.

After she got the Stone of Destiny, although it was too late to save her mentor, she still did not give up on using the Stone of Destiny to save the Blood Lord.

There is a record in it that if the Blood Lord cuts off his own heart meridians and cuts off all contact with the devil, there will be a glimmer of hope for salvation.

"Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Divinities, there is a gate called... the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences are not in the same space.

But, to some extent, they are common.

If someone enters, they may be able to see the Blood Lord.

If you call and transmit your true essence, you may be able to awaken the Blood Master."

This was the method of salvation recorded on the Stone Tablet of Destiny half a month ago.

Through the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, the Blood Lord who severed his own heart veins is awakened and his true essence is transferred.

"No problem." said Nangong Dagou.

Canary also looked at the Gate of Ten Thousand Shus with a joyful look on her face. She remembered what Xuezhuzi said and her eyes became firm: "Xuezhuzi..."

Shang Yanran continued, "But... once you step into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, you will be cursed by the demons and endure endless pain.

This kind of pain may not be as painful as being bitten by thousands of demons, but it is also extremely painful and unbearable for ordinary people.

Not only that, after being cursed by all the demons, those who enter... may become extremely ugly, and be hated by both heaven and man.

All living beings who see it will feel disgusted and want to kill it! Even the closest people and the most intimate lovers will feel disgusted and want to kill it! Even the chaotic inner demons will feel disgusted by this ugliness. "

Shang Yanran said this and glanced at the canary deliberately.

Canaries love beauty the most, and this is a fact known to everyone on the field.

If you enter the Gate of All Demons, you will become extremely ugly when you come out.

That kind of ugliness is at the level of rules and cannot be changed.

"How do we get into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons?" Canary asked, as if she hadn't heard Shang Yanran's words.

The foolish man smiled and said, "It's just a stinking skin."

Nangong Dagou gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay if the name is not nice, but I have to be ugly in the future. It's a pity for my handsome face."

Bai Ze also said, "I'll go too."

Except for Shang Yanran, none of the fourteen people present retreated and were willing to go to the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Shang Yanran said: "Husband, you can't go. Your cultivation is second only to mine. You need to open the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons with me and send them in!"

Bai Ze heard this, his expression changed again and again, and finally said: "Okay."

Canary looked at the Gate of All Things with anticipation in her eyes.

Blood beads...will you hate me if I become ugly?

…

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago.

In the gate of ten thousand differences.

Qi Yuan sat upright on the steps.

His whole body has almost been completely transformed into a demon.

After refining the source of evil into supernatural powers, his soul has also been completely transformed into a demon.

At this moment, Qi Yuan only had a trace of clarity left.

However, he was not panicked at all.

Instead, he showed a puzzled look and muttered to himself.

"What's my trump card?"

"Why did I choose to enter the Gate of All Sums?"

"Why should I refine the source of sin into magical power?"

"That's weird, why can't I remember it?"

Although his body was rapidly turning into a demon, Qi Yuan seemed extremely calm at this moment.

"Oh, I've been practicing the Qi Yuan Sutra too much, and my memory has become worse. At this critical moment, I actually forgot my trump card and the path I wanted to take!"

Qi Yuan vaguely remembered that at the beginning, he didn't want to practice the magical power of attracting the inner demons of the master of the virtual world.

As a result, it seemed that he had thought of something, so he started practicing.

"No way, the game failure is due to my bad memory?"

If that's the case, it's too crazy.

It’s like a person with a bad memory who is trying to cultivate immortality, but ends up not being able to remember the techniques. He has great talent but is unable to practice.

"wrong……"

Suddenly, Qi Yuan was stunned.

A flash of inspiration came into his mind.

"I remembered what my path was!"

"No, I forgot again."

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yuan's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

“I understand!”

He didn't remember, and couldn't remember, but he understood.

The biggest problem with "Qi Yuan Jing" is that it can cause mental confusion and poor memory.

Qi Yuan always felt that his mental state was normal.

The memory is bad, but it is real.

Forgetting... is his path, his essence, his original magical power.

The pain that hurts me is unbearable, forget it!

My misery is hard to accept. Forget it! Forget the pain, then there will be no pain.

Forget that this is a real world and think of it as a game world, then... the knives given by the world will not be so real.

Qi Yuan has been practicing forgetting all along.

Forgetting is escaping, but it is not escaping.

Some things are better to be forgotten.

"I suddenly realized my truth overnight, and forgot about others and myself!"

This is Qi Yuan’s original magical power.

Great Forgetting of the Heart Sutra!

At this moment, Qi Yuan forgot everything.

He forgot that he had entered the Gate of All Things.

He forgot that he had condensed the source of evil into supernatural powers.

He forgot that he had devoured all his inner demons and turned into a blood demon.

[You have realized the origin, and your forgetfulness ability has increased by +99999. ]

His body shape also changed at this moment.

It seemed that because he had forgotten, nothing had happened in Qi Yuan's mind.

"I forgot!"

"Hahaha!"

The body that had originally turned into a demon disappeared at this moment, as if time had returned to the time before he entered here.

The mummy's eyes showed a moving expression: "What are you doing? How can you... become a human again? What kind of magical power is this? Time travel is impossible. How can such an original magical power appear in you?"

With the mummy's knowledge, he could only attribute the scene before him to the magical power of time and space.

But how could a mere person who had just entered the fifth realm comprehend such an original magical power? It was impossible? "Going back in time?" Qi Yuan was surprised. "I am not going back in time."

"Then what is this!" the mummy asked unwillingly.

"I also forgot what kind of magical power this is." Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

"You..." The mummy was angry.

"Oh... who are you?" Qi Yuan looked at the mummy on his back, "Is there such a mummy here? No, it seems not to exist."

"No..." For the first time, fear appeared on the mummy's face.

Because of Qi Yuan's thoughts, he suddenly discovered that his body was gradually becoming transparent, as if it was disappearing from this world.

He is an inner demon, he will not disappear, he will only merge with other inner demons.

But now, he has really disappeared.

"What on earth are you..." The mummy roared, "You have already condensed the original magical power, how can you condense a second original magical power?"

He was puzzled, totally puzzled.

The Buddhist country where he was born is also a big world where powerful people gather.

Even the supreme Buddha cannot create two original magical powers.

"What? I already have the original magical power, why didn't I remember it? This is my original magical power."

The prototype of "Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra" was formed at this moment.

“There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand.

There is nothing in the first place, so where does dust come from?"

Qi Yuan seemed to be thinking about something.

"The inner demon... doesn't exist!"

"I... forgot about you!"

"No, you don't exist!"

Following Qi Yuan's thoughts, the mummy finally became completely transparent and disappeared.

In the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, the originally millions of ferocious demons all showed expressions of fear. Their bodies gradually became transparent and finally disappeared.

In the huge Gate of Wanshu, the devil's realm is empty, without any inner demons.

Qi Yuan sat upright on the steps.

"Forgetting... is the most terrifying thing in the world."

There was a look of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

He felt that something important was slowly disappearing.

The world is vast. In the Gate of Ten Thousand Things and among the countless steps, a man in a red robe is sitting there, frowning and thinking about something.

Forget, forget others and forget yourself.

This is the limit of forgetfulness.

His figure gradually became transparent.

It seemed as if he also wanted to forget himself.

The heavenly calamity also came into being at this time.

However, Qi Yuan had already forgotten it.

He forgot who he was.

He forgot where he came from.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He forgot where he was going.

He sat in the gate of all things.

He seemed to have forgotten everyone, and everyone seemed to have forgotten him.

He also wants to forget himself.

Suddenly, the motionless blood-red robe moved: "Who am I?"

A hint of color flashed in his eyes, and finally disappeared, and he turned into a handsome man in a blood-red robe sitting on the steps.

The years passed by between his fingers, and he still sat there, not knowing how many years it had been since he woke up.

The empty Gate of Wanshu was silent and there was no color except for him.

It seemed as if this world was also going to forget him.

Suddenly, a beam of light came in, and an urgent voice came: "Blood Pearl! Blood Pearl!"

The man in the blood-red robe still had his eyes closed and did not move.

"Xuezhuzi, I'm here to see you in person, and you're not here to greet me... ahem."

Blood was flowing, and terrifying lines were spreading on the girl's face.

She stood in the empty Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and stretched out her hand toward the blood-red figure.

"Blood beads, blood beads!"

The girl walked forward, and there was an abyss ahead.

An anxious voice came: "Canary, don't go forward. Senior Sister Yanran said that this is the limit. If you go forward, you will suffer the pain of the Wanshu Gate!"

Canary seemed not to hear anything. She tried to get closer to the figure and wake him up.

She took a step inside, and was hit by excruciating pain. She smiled miserably: "Xuezhuzi, is this the pain you endure? I feel it too."

Canary covered her face with her hands. A word "妖" (demon) appeared on her face, spreading like a snake.

She didn't want Xuezhuzi to wake up and see her like this.

She walked forward, covering her face with one hand, and shouted, "Blood Pearl, you said you would find me at the end of time!"

"You can't do it, I'll come to you in person!"

Empty world, empty heart.

During the heavenly tribulation, Qi Yuan in the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra could not see or hear anything.

This is because, it is impossible for any cultivator to possess this level of original magical power.

The heavenly calamity will "recruit" the cultivator and turn "him" into the origin of this world and a rule of this world.

But... after entering the foundation-building stage, Qi Yuan could hear some inexplicable whispers in his ears.

This kind of hearing even broke through the blockade of the heavenly tribulation.

Suddenly, the blood-red robe opened his eyes.

"Blood beads?"

"Who is this?"

"Who are you calling?"

He looked over, and his eyes seemed to see through the Gate of All Things, and he saw a girl with scars all over her body.

For some reason, his heart ached inexplicably.

[Canary, your childhood sweetheart, you love her especially.]

"Childhood sweetheart?"

Qi Yuan's consciousness was a little fuzzy.

He looked at himself.

[Qi Yuan, you refer to yourself as the origin of all things.]

Now, you are going through a catastrophe.

Your original magical power is too strong, and the heavens do not want you to exist in this world. 】

"I am Qi Yuan?"

Qi Yuan's mind suddenly became clear.

The heavenly calamity also dissipated at this moment.

The origin of supernatural power, the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra, is accomplished!

At this time, a special symbol was also condensed between heaven and earth. Qi Yuan looked at the symbol, which floated towards the Gate of Wanshu and was engraved on the gate.

Qi Yuan looked towards the Gate of Wanshu and saw that the door looked like a piece of paper with stamps collected on it, covered with all kinds of strange symbols.

Now, there is one more symbol, which was left by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan was too lazy to look at the symbols on the Gate of Wanshu. His gaze was directed towards the abyss. Through the abyss, he saw the vague figure.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, he could only see the rough outline, but he knew who it was.

"The Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra is about forgetting."

“The canary never forgets.”

"I don't want to forget, so I won't forget."

“Forget and don’t forget.”

"Forget this world, but don't forget the canary."

Qi Yuan had something in mind.

"The enlightenment is over... Is it time to leave?"

Qi Yuan had a premonition that the Gate of Wanshu would soon disappear and he would return to the world.

He gained a lot from this understanding of the origin.

Two kinds of original magical powers.

The first one is the inner demon led by the master of the virtual world.

Once the supernatural power is used, inner demons will arise.

The second type is the Heart Sutra of Great Forgetfulness.

Forgetting is the Tao.

After successfully comprehending the origin, he should leave this world like he did in the previous times.

And this time, perhaps it will be his last time to comprehend the origin.

This means that he can no longer go back to the past, nor can he see the canary again, nor can he see those who woke him up.

He didn't know what price those people paid.

But he knew that it would be absolutely unbearable.

"Canary..."

"You and I are separated by... tens of thousands of years."

"When we meet again...I'm afraid that we will return from dust to dust, and from ashes to ashes?"

Qi Yuan naturally didn't want to.

Time, fate...these will be conquered by him in the end!

At this moment, an inky black spot suddenly appeared in Qi Yuan's hand.

This is the most precious ability he realized after entering the Gate of All Things.

The power of reincarnation!

Rumor has it that only Yin gods can enter reincarnation.

Some Purple Palaces also have a certain probability of entering reincarnation.

"You have awakened me, and the power of reincarnation... will be bestowed upon you!"

"I hope we can meet again in the next reincarnation!"

…

On the Seven-Colored Peak, Jiang Lingsu, who was practicing, opened his eyes.

"I seem to have forgotten something just now."

She covered her chest with her hands, a puzzled look in her eyes.

At this moment, a loud thunder suddenly came from the top of the Seven-Colored Peak, and seemed to be coming towards the Seven-Colored Peak.

The thunder was ordinary, just like the most common thunder.

Above the white jade palace at the top of the peak, a cold white light shot up into the sky, collided with the thunder, and finally disappeared.

Jiang Lingsu had a strange look in his eyes: "This thunder... is it thunder from the sky?

Was it Master who took action just now?

What a pity, it happened too fast, I couldn't see the master's strength at all."

Her eyes turned towards the wooden house not far away.

The wooden house was quiet, without any sound.

"Isn't the eldest brother playing games again?"

"If he plays around here for a few decades, I'm afraid the Shenguan Sect will have no idea about him!" Jiang Lingsu didn't think much about it and continued to practice.

…

The end of the world.

Hundreds of years have passed since the last time the Gate of Wanshu appeared.

Today, the ends of the earth are empty.

There are few people here.

The Gate of Wanshu has long disappeared, and a wooden house has appeared on the huge rock by the sea.

Facing the sea, but the spring flowers are not yet blooming.

The ancient mirror on the dressing table had long been shattered into pieces, and the broken lens reflected a flawless face.

The left side of the face is covered by a layer of black veil.

The girl's hands were shaking, and she couldn't even hold the eyebrow pencil steadily. She couldn't even do the simple makeup properly.

She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed to be dressing herself up very seriously.

Suddenly, a stone broke the window and fell into the house.

A seagull flew away in disgust.

The girl dropped the pen in her hand, and she cried, "I'm so stupid, I can't even put on makeup properly, it's so... ugly!"

She covered her left cheek, unwilling to look at that face of hers.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally finished putting on her makeup.

She looked at the place where the Wanshu Gate disappeared, and said with a hint of grievance: "Am I really ugly? Why don't you come to see me?"

ps: Sometimes, for the sake of the plot, there will be a little bit of abuse in the beginning, don't worry, the scale will be controlled, and it will be pure joy in the end, and the little abuse will not always be there!

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