Black gas swirled around them, completely enveloping Fu Changling and Yan Ming, isolating them from the surrounding area.
Fu Changling felt that all the sounds had disappeared. He stared blankly at Yan Ming. Yan Ming stretched out his hand to him and looked at him gently. For a moment, he could not tell whether this person was Yan Ming from his previous life or Yan Ming from this life.
He had clearly told himself before that people in this life were their own, and that if they lost their memories, they were no longer the Yan Ming he had wanted in his previous life. So, under the guise of a toast, he apologized to Yan Ming, intending to say goodbye. But the moment Yan Ming looked down at him, he suddenly felt that this person was exactly the same as in his previous life, that he was no different.
He couldn't help but grab Yan Ming's hand, and Yan Ming suddenly fell from mid-air and fell into Fu Changling's arms.
"Hold on." Fu Changling hurriedly took out his spiritual bag and fed it to him, but Yan Ming's wound did not improve at all.
Fu Changling immediately realized that this was a full-strength attack from the Lord of this world. As long as they continued to stay in the Xuanji Secret Realm, or as long as the "Holy Lord" was still the Lord God of this world, they would have no way to heal this wound.
At this moment, even though the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation has been activated, the "Holy Lord" is still entangled with Wu Sisi. Given the strength of both sides, it is impossible to completely defeat the "Holy Lord" in a short time.
But Yan Ming couldn't wait that long.
The only way to save Yan Ming is to immediately open the Xuanji Secret Realm and send Yan Ming out.
After all, Yan Ming entered the Xuanji Secret Realm from his master's sect, and his master was a powerful person. If they could leave the secret realm immediately, Yan Ming would go back to where he came from, and then meet his master, and perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope.
Fu Changling was thinking about all the ways out. Yan Ming leaned in his arms, vomiting blood. Seeing that Fu Changling seemed to be hesitating, he raised his head and looked at Fu Changling. His bloody hand held Fu Changling's hand, and his young eyes were full of desire.
"I...I want to go back..."
He was vomiting blood, but his voice was still full of pleading: "My master... my master... is still waiting for me. I need to get out... only if I get out can I survive. I don't want to die here."
"You promised me."
He repeated, "You promised me."
Fu Changling didn't say anything. He felt Yan Ming's grip on him and looked into his eyes.
His eyes were clear and gentle, just as he had imagined.
He promised him.
Just like back then, Yan Ming had promised him that he would take Fu Changling out, so he tried his best not to abandon him.
"Don't worry," Fu Changling began to panic. While channeling his spiritual energy to heal Yan Ming's injuries, he spoke hastily, "I will take you out. You won't die here."
"It's too late..." Yan Ming's eyes were full of understanding, "Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation... It's too late..."
Just like in his previous life, if it was any later, it would be too late.
Fu Changling's heart was greatly moved, and he was about to agree without hesitation. However, just before he opened his mouth, a heart-clearing talisman on the palm of his hand suddenly lit up, and a chill ran through his palm all the way to the top of his head, making his mind clear for a moment.
Qin Yan's reminder suddenly flashed through his mind: "Promise me that you will never open the seal of Xuanji Secret Realm."
"I know you attract a lot of attention, but you're in danger now, so you need to be more cautious."
This is not Yan Ming!
Long before, he had cast two forbidden spells on Yan Ming, one was the same heart-shaking spell as Qin Yan's, and the other was the heart-clearing spell.
The Heart Purification Mantra took effect at this moment, it must be that Yan Ming used an illusion on him.
He didn't have time to think about what Yan Ming was doing. He just pushed the person in his arms away. In the rising black fog, he opened his small golden fan and was about to cast a spell.
However, the other party was faster. Almost at the moment when he opened the golden fan, "Yan Ming" suddenly reached out and pressed down his small fan. At the same time, another person stood behind Fu Changling and covered Fu Changling's mouth.
Fu Changling was breathing rapidly.
He probably knew what this thing was. He looked at Yan Ming's face as he looked at him indifferently, and his breathing became more and more anxious.
He had planted the curse of love on Yan Ming, but Yan Ming was still able to attack him at this moment. There was only one explanation - Yan Ming was not a human.
Only someone who is not a human can attack him after being hit by his love spell.
It's not a human, but it appeared in the secret realm and knew his memories and thoughts. There is only one thing it can be.
Inner demon.
This is extremely common in the secret realm, but he did not expect that the inner demon would appear in such an unexpected way.
Where did this inner demon come from? Did he nurture it himself, or was it deliberately cultivated by others? What was his purpose in staying close to him for so long?
Countless thoughts flashed through Fu Changling's mind in an instant. The other party seemed to understand his thoughts. He approached him, and as he got closer, many memories surged in Fu Changling's mind.
"You ask me where I'm from?"
"Yan Ming" came in front of him, he smiled and pointed at Fu Changling's heart: "Your heart."
"Your heart is no longer pure, Huayang-jun."
Hearing this, Fu Changling closed his eyes and frantically recited the Heart Purification Mantra in his mind, trying his best not to think about the past and not to reveal any flaws in his heart.
When facing inner demons, a person's heart cannot have any flaws.
"Yan Ming" looked at his expression, as if he had discovered something extremely interesting. His lower body had already turned into black smoke, entwining around Fu Changling. He said slowly, "Do you think a Heart Purification Talisman can save you? I began to take shape the moment you entered the Secret Realm. I have been by your side, observing you for so long, collecting your emotions bit by bit to nourish my body. Every apology you make, every look in your eyes, every wry smile you make, is nourishment for me. Do you know that the demon in your heart has been nourishing for a long time? I am just borrowing its power."
"Leader of the Immortal Path, True Lord Huayang," Yan Ming leaned over to his ear and spoke softly, "Why can't you identify a small inner demon?"
"That's because," he said softly, "you've become accustomed to the existence of your inner demon. Without us transforming into the person you want in your heart, how can you live? Who do you think the shadow of Qin Yan that you saw again and again in those ten years was?"
Fu Changling remained silent, only cold sweat trickled down his forehead. The Heart Purification Talisman on his palm repeatedly burned, the pain repeatedly pulling him back from the voice of his inner demon.
Looking at his appearance, "Yan Ming" chuckled nonchalantly.
"A Heart-Clearing Talisman," he said, his hand swiping from Fu Changling's chest all the way to his face, and then covering his face. His hand was still wet with blood, and the familiar smell of blood rushed into Fu Changling's nose. He tilted his head and looked at him with a bit of pity in his eyes, "Can it stop your decades-long obsession with Qin Yan and the hatred of your entire Fu family?"
"Fu Changling," he said softly, "Do you still remember the blood debt your family has incurred?"
Hearing this, Fu Changling was stunned.
At that moment, the black air screamed and poured into his body. The surroundings were spinning and he suddenly couldn't tell where he was.
He seemed to be back to when he was nineteen years old. The entire Fu family was ablaze. He was wearing mourning clothes with a white mourning band tied around his forehead. He listened to the voices of his second uncle and younger brother in the crowd, shouting at all the ordinary disciples: "Run! What are you looking at? Run!"
But he cannot leave. He is a core member of the Fu family and is supported by the family. In times of crisis, he must be on the front line.
So he and the Fu family were always on the front line. That night, blood splattered all over his face, and the tribesmen around him fell one by one. Finally, his spiritual power was exhausted and he fell in a pool of blood.
Then he saw Qin Yan, wearing white clothes and with red eyes, his jade sword stained with blood. He was followed by a masked man, and they walked in front of him, stepping on the fire and the blood of his people.
It started to drizzle around, but the weak autumn rain could not put out the fire in the Fu family, nor could it wash away the blood of the Fu family.
"Do you still remember?"
Yan Ming's voice rang out again: "So you're still attracted to him? What about the promise you made to me?"
“I…I didn’t…”
Fu Changling spoke with difficulty and a trembling voice.
"You didn't?"
"Yan Ming" approached him: "You did. You chose him, you gave up on me. Look, now you are on guard against me for him."
"You forgot what you promised me."
"I don't!"
"Have you forgotten the promise you made back then? What were you thinking when you left the secret realm? You said you would wait for me, and in your heart at that time you thought that in this life, you would only love me."
"I haven't forgotten!" Fu Changling finally couldn't control himself anymore and cried softly, "I haven't forgotten... I haven't forgotten..."
"Then you," Yan Ming held his face and looked at him seriously, "why didn't you save me?"
Fu Changling stared blankly at the person in front of him.
His face was stained with blood, just as Fu Changling remembered.
He couldn't see him then, but he clearly remembered hearing muffled groans one after another on this very altar, in this Xuanji Secret Realm. He thought, if he could see him then, Yan Ming would have been exactly like he is now.
"Yan Ming" wiped away his tears with his slender fingers and looked at him gently: "Changling, you have already opened the Xuanji Secret Realm for me once."
Yan Ming said, tears welling up in his eyes: "Why not now? Are you going to give up on me for Qin Yan?"
Why doesn't it work?
Fu Changling listened to the question from the person in front of him, and for a moment he was confused about who this person was.
That sound of Changling sounded just like an old friend.
Like his father, like his family, like his friends, and like the wronged souls who lost their lives under Qin Yan's sword.
He felt that it was not Yan Ming who was questioning him, but everyone was questioning him.
He felt despair overwhelm him in an instant. He seemed to see the future, his fate, and the people around him falling one by one.
He didn't choose Qin Yan!
He would not allow, nor would he let Qin Yan hurt anyone in his life again.
He has not forgotten his feelings for Yan Ming. Even if he no longer loves Yan Ming in this life, he will never love anyone else.
He wants to save Yan Ming, he must save Yan Ming.
Fu Changling looked up while panting, and he stared at Yan Ming in front of him.
"I'll save you," he said, panting as he grabbed his sleeve. "Yan Ming, don't be afraid. I will definitely take you out."
"I haven't forgotten it," he tried to explain. "I'll always remember what he did."
"I promised you, even if you don't know it, I will always remember it."
As he spoke, he felt his vision blurred by tears, turning into a lingering mist.
He was looking at the "Yan Ming" in front of him, but in his eyes, he no longer looked like a young boy.
What he saw was a shadow from many years ago.
Only then did he realize how clearly he remembered it. He seemed to have suddenly returned to his youth, those forgotten, calm emotions suddenly surging, and the love that he had long let go suddenly boiled over.
He remembered the raging wind and heavy snow that year when Yan Ming stopped in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Are you from the Fu family?"
He remembered Yan Ming's warmth of the jade sword in his palm, and how he had held it and walked such a long way with it;
He remembered Yan Ming saying to him, "I said I would get you out, and I won't abandon you."
He also remembered that Yan Ming once grabbed his hand tightly in the strong wind and yelled at him, "Fu Changling! Get out alive, I will come to find you!"
He remembered that he had quietly touched his face at night, remembered that he had kissed his thin lips in despair in the snow, remembered that he had brought spring to the mountains and rivers with a sword, and remembered that he had sent a flower of rebirth to the window in the night rain, the rain falling silently.
What he remembered most clearly and deeply was the moment when he held him in the snow and thought they would both die there.
The despair and pain at that moment, mixed with the helplessness he had faced countless times in his previous life when facing the death of relatives and friends, came flooding back to him. He could no longer think, nor could he think too much.
He seemed to hear Qin Yan's desperate shouting, but he didn't care, he chose Yan Ming.
In his previous life, or in this life, he couldn't choose Qin Yan. Because no matter how good Qin Yan was, he was still a murderer and a sinner.
He placed his hands on the altar with trembling hands, feeling the patterns in the center of the altar and recalling the scenes of his previous life.
In his previous life, it was at this altar that he found the exit to the Xuanji Secret Realm.
In his previous life, it was at this location that he used the Spirit Gathering Tower to forcibly form a pill and break the formation of the Xuan Ji Secret Realm.
Then his golden elixir shattered, and he and Yan Ming never met again.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as Yan Ming can stay alive, see his master, and let his master heal him, anything is fine.
He owed Yan Ming a life, which he failed to repay in his previous life, so he would repay him in this life.
Blood flowed into the formation, and at that moment, a sharp sword wind came. Fu Changling looked up in surprise, and then saw the white jade sword break through the crowd, and then the tip of the sword stopped in front of him. Qin Yan was covered in blood, and the sword was as steady as a mountain.
The wind blew snowflakes past the two of them. Qin Yan was covered in blood, his wide sleeves fluttering, and the Hongmeng Tiangong jade pendant on his waist swayed in the wind. The blood-stained tassels rose and fell, red and white intertwined, creating a gorgeous color.
His hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and his eyes as clear as the mountains, rivers, sun and moon looked at Fu Changling quietly.
"Stop it," he said, his voice thick as the wind and snow, "otherwise, I'll really have no choice but to kill you."
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