Yin Buqi stood above the sky, the wind was blowing, and his fiery red auspicious robes were fluttering.

Nine black fox tails were flying in all directions, black hair was fluttering, a red mark on the forehead was scorching, and he turned a deaf ear to the crying and screaming on the ground.

Like a killer, a devil from hell!

Not only in Niancheng, all the fires seemed to be endless and kept burning more and more vigorously.

Like a purgatory.

Everyone was running away desperately.

"Yin Buqi! Stop!" Hu Feishuang, who was avoiding the flames, screamed. Her clothes began to burn. She shouted, "This is the city that Jiang Niannian worked so hard to build. All the people living in it are her people. Do you want to destroy her hard work like this? She will be very sad if she finds out!"

Boom——

Another ball of molten lava exploded, shaking the earth and the sky.

Drowning her voice.

Countless mountains collapsed, and it seemed that no one could escape from this disaster.

The sky was red and black, and the surging sea of ​​fire engulfed everything.

In this case, the magma connected into veins of varying thickness like blood vessels in the human body, and above the blood river, red Lycoris radiata blossomed!

Looking down from above, there is a breathtaking beauty.

A real hell on earth!

There was a vicious hollowness in Yin Buqi's eyes, reflecting his pale and beautiful face, which was indescribably weird: "If Nian Nian dies, I will die with her. We will never be separated, never again..."

It would be better if this world was destroyed as well.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, forming a mysterious arc.

Suddenly, a crack appeared somewhere, piercing the darkness like lightning.

Behind Yin Buqi, a long sword broke through the air.

He turned around, and a scarlet black iron sword appeared.

In the darkness, the two swords collided with each other, and the friction between the blades produced sparks, like fireworks blooming in the darkness.

I can't see who's coming.

There was no emotion in Yin Buqi's red eyes at this moment. There was only one thought in his mind - to destroy everything!

Burn out!

Destroy!

After the two swords separated, he wielded the swords quickly, chopping them as fast as a dragon emerging from a cave, and slashed at the crack in the void, so sharp that it seemed to break the sky!

The next second, an old man sighed in my ear: "You are the one I'm waiting for."

A huge amount of spiritual power surged into my heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the redness in Yin Buqi's eyes faded away, and his consciousness suddenly became somewhat clearer.

The scenery around me changed suddenly.

There was no flame, no molten lava, no river of blood, and no red or black sky.

The Never-Sleeping City has returned to its original appearance, like a paradise on earth.

But, there was no one there either.

Yin Buqi looked around and asked, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, a pale, transparent figure appeared in front of him. He was wearing a simple white robe, with a wine gourd and a long sword hanging around his waist. His hair was grey, and he looked like a swordsman who was smiling at the world.

He did not answer Yin Buqi's question, but simply said: "You are too obsessed and have committed too many sins."

Yin Buqi asked, "Are you the Hidden Flower Sword Master?"

The Hidden Flower Sword Master was executed hundreds of years ago. Why is he here now?

The man smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Do you want her to come back?"

Yin Buqi was startled, took a deep breath, and was surprised to find that his voice was trembling a little.

His lips were cracked and blood oozed out. He said slowly: "As long as my Nian Nian can come back, I can do anything, including my life."

He doesn't like killing people for no reason, nor does he like saving any lives.

But for Nian Nian, he is willing to do anything.

Even if it was a sin that could never be forgiven, he was willing to bear it.

The man seemed to see what he was thinking, waved his hand, and said, "I don't need you to harm anyone. I just want to tell you something about the way of heaven."

Yin Buqi's mind was not here. He was anxious and asked: "Do you have a way to get her back? Is that right?!"

His low voice was trembling slightly, his body was shaking, and his scarlet eyes were constricted.

The man sighed: "Just listen to me first, and I will answer you."

He asked, "Do you know why I became possessed?"

Yin Buqi remained silent for a long time and said nothing.

He really couldn't understand how someone like Canghua Sword Master, who had reached the Mahayana stage, half a step into the Ascension stage, and whose heart of Taoism was firm, could suddenly become possessed by a demon.

"Because I discovered the secret of Heaven." The man said word by word: "It was Heaven that wanted me to become a demon!"

"Heaven's Way..." Yin Buqi murmured, chewing on the two words, and then smiled bitterly: "Heaven's Way again..."

"Yes, it is the Way of Heaven." The man sighed, "After being executed, I ruthlessly detained my soul in this nightless sky. The void where you are now is the barrier I condensed with the power of my soul in order to deceive the Way of Heaven."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a painting appeared in front of Yin Buqi.

On the left side of the picture, a puppeteer is sitting on the ground, controlling a small skeleton with strings.

On the right side of the picture, the child is attracted by the little skeleton, and the woman behind the child stretches out her hand, worried that the child might encounter any possible danger.

The weirdness of the whole painting comes from the fact that the puppeteer controlling the little skeleton is not a human, but a big skeleton.

"What do you see?"

Yin Buqi stared at the scroll for a long time.

The theme of the scroll is the transformation of life and death and the cycle of cause and effect.

The painting is divided into two, half life and half death.

On the left is a large skull, symbolizing death; on the right is a child, with his hands and feet on the ground, his head raised and arms outstretched, expressing his desire for life. Life and death are separate, yet they are attracted to each other.

All the joys, successes, failures, honors and disgraces in the world ultimately return to a pile of bones.

Could it be...

“Once you pass the Mahayana stage and weather the thunder tribulation, you will ascend…” Yin Buqi said, and suddenly his eyes widened in surprise: “Could it be that ascending does not mean becoming an immortal or a god, but that you will inevitably die…”

"Not bad." The man put away the scroll and said, "The Heavenly Dao today is not a benevolent and compassionate god who saves all living beings, but a ghost who pretends to have supernatural powers!"

"What did you say?!"

"Back then, I accidentally learned the truth about the Heavenly Dao, and was forced to become a demon. Because the Heavenly Dao cannot tolerate the existence of people who know the truth, it wants me to die!"

Having said this, the man smiled regretfully, and his figure became increasingly faint.

Yin Buqi was anxious: "Please tell me, Sword Master, how to bring my Nian Nian back."

The man suddenly changed his nonchalant tone and asked, "For her, are you willing to give up your soul and go to the eighteen kinds of hell to endure the pain of having your bones removed and your soul stripped out, and never be able to be reborn?"

Yin Buqi said without hesitation: "As long as she can come back, I am willing to give up my soul, fall into the eighteen hells, be reborn, and never be able to reincarnate."

"Okay, okay." The man patted his shoulder with relief and whispered in his ear, "Sometimes, death is another kind of rebirth..."

The sound became vague and disembodied.

Yin Buqi knew that the power of his soul was exhausted and the King of Hidden Flower Sword was about to disappear forever.

He said, "Thank you, Mr. Jian!"

The surrounding environment suddenly disappeared.

Yin Buqi stepped on the land where the flames had not yet been extinguished, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

As soon as he looked around, he saw nothing but flames, rivers of blood, molten lava, and charred earth.

The city was completely destroyed and no one was seen.

"BOOM!!!"

Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck.

Yin Buqi felt a sharp pain in his mind, the intense pain made his eyes bloodshot.

It seems that God has noticed that he already knows something and is going to put him to death!

The inspiration for the scroll comes from the painting "Skeleton Fantasy" by Southern Song painter Li Song

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