Volume 2, Chapter 183: Lost·Weakness.
Under the illumination of four beams of light.
He saw Qingfeng tied to a wooden stake.
The long sword is above the neck.
Seeing Feng He covered in blood and wounds, the sword that would cut him in half was about to fall.
A sharp sword pierced his chest and nailed him to the ground.
The gurgling blood was bright red and filled the nostrils.
There was also Guan Qi Jinghong, who was dying and was being humiliated.
Everything is going on, and the scenes are disgusting.
Such a scene continued to shock Ye Tingmu.
He couldn't accept it. This was more painful than killing him or cutting him into pieces.
His rationality was replaced by anger.
Hate! Endless hatred filled my mind.
He was not a rational person, especially since his younger brother and sister were being killed and humiliated in front of him.
It was as if someone was stabbing his heart again and again with a knife.
Or rather, even worse than that.
Strong visual and auditory impact.
Ye Tingmu completely lost his mind in the long three minutes.
He charged forward.
He wanted to kill everyone who bullied his younger brothers and sisters.
But in reality, the gray-robed old man saw Ye Tingmu jump up.
Just like that, he jumped into the abyss.
He was instinctively stunned.
Because everything happened too fast.
However, he also felt Ye Tingmu's emotional fluctuations.
His spiritual consciousness moved and he even detected the scene in Ye Tingmu's sea of consciousness.
There was a strange look in his eyes.
Then the hand that was stroking the beard left the beard and swung gently into the abyss.
A gust of wind blew.
Move forward in an instant.
He lifted up Ye Tingmu at the last second before he was swallowed by the abyss.
At this moment, everything in front of Ye Tingmu disappeared.
Back to darkness.
A tearing energy made him lose consciousness and faint completely.
The old man still rubbed his beard softly.
Shaked his head.
Carrying Ye Tingmu's soul, he went against the path of reincarnation.
He saw Ye Tingmu's weakness.
I also saw my own weaknesses.
Love! It should be the most beautiful thing in the world.
But it is also the most deadly.
Having lived for eternity, he knows better than anyone how deadly this so-called love is to the strong.
But what can we do? If a person has no love in his heart, no matter how powerful he is, what good is that?
Still a lonely person.
He saw his former self in Ye Tingmu.
The only difference is that he used to do it for his lover.
But the Ye Tingmu in front of him now was just four brothers and sisters who had no blood relationship with him.
However, he had seen during Ye Tingmu's years that those four people were very important to Ye Tingmu.
The relationship between them as siblings has long surpassed that of blood.
Theoretically, he took the reincarnation path for a few people.
He broke through the long river of time and came to this world, as if he had been living just for a few lives.
But maybe he doesn't know.
But the old man saw it.
So at this moment, he felt a sense of mutual understanding towards Ye Tingmu.
He could roughly predict Ye Tingmu's future.
Maybe they will be the same as me, or even worse off than me.
Because Ye Tingmu cares about many more people than himself.
What you will have to endure in the future will naturally be much more than what you have to endure yourself.
He sighed slowly.
"Another miserable person."
But at this moment, he has already decided to join this game.
Entered this game that has been set up by humans for more than 200 million years.
As for the reason, it does not depend on the chances of winning this game in the future.
He was simply in a good mood.
If one had to ask for a reason, it would be that Ye Tingmu in front of him was deeply in his heart.
In front of a huge mud ooze.
Ye Tingmu suddenly woke up.
Shouting loudly.
"No, let go of my sister..."
He stood up suddenly.
It was very quiet.
The dim sky was illuminated red by the red spider lilies.
In the vast desert of yellow sand, wandering souls are moving forward silently.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes dull as he looked at his hands.
The scenes in the illusion just now still linger in my mind.
It's so real.
He gritted his teeth, even now that he was awake.
But my heart is still immersed in the endless sadness brought by anger.
"It's okay....was it a dream?"
He murmured in his heart.
I secretly felt relieved in my heart, yes, fortunately it was just a dream.
Three great blessings in life.
Reunited after a long separation, found after a loss, a false alarm,
Fortunately, this was just a false alarm.
But even so, Ye Tingmu couldn't feel happy at all at this moment.
Although it was a fantasy, he knew it clearly in his heart.
The essence of fantasy originates from reality and is higher than reality.
Maybe one day in the future, something like this will really happen.
If that were the case, he was unwilling to accept it and unable to bear it.
It wasn't like he hadn't thought something like this would happen.
On the contrary, he had thought about it countless times.
When he weighs the pros and cons in his mind, such things will come to his mind, and every time he will become more determined because of such thoughts.
Finally, I have come all the way to where I am now.
Including this time.
But no matter how I thought about it before, I never imagined that the scene would be like this.
Perhaps it was the fear in his heart that prevented him from thinking about such details.
So in his imagination, there is nothing else except death.
But that scene just now.
But it's not just as simple as death.
This world is inherently dirty.
Anything and everything can happen.
Not everyone is like him.
If something like that happened, he would not want to see it at all.
It was too cruel, both for him and for his younger brothers and sisters.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists a little tighter at this moment.
Those scenes still fill my mind.
He told himself that he must not let that happen, he must not.
"So, I can only succeed, not fail."
At this moment, his heart became more determined than before.
He began to calm down and keep himself calm.
Then he took out the yellow talisman paper.
He turned his head and looked at the clay sculpture behind him.
He didn't want to think about how he ended up here.
Because he didn't remember anything after he fell into a coma.
He didn't want to think about how he escaped from that abyss.
This was not the first or second time that God had helped him in his life.
So he didn't want to think about these things at the moment.
He knew that as long as he kept going, the answer would appear before him one day.
He now only wanted to enter the Three Heavens, and then practice to gain supreme power, sweep across the Three Heavens, and become invincible in the world.
Then he crossed the so-called boundary sea and brought Guanqi back.
He wants them all to be well.
Not one less.
He wants to fight for eternal peace in this world for his younger brothers and sisters and his brothers.
He stood up, his eyes becoming extremely determined.
Look up at the clay sculpture.
But I saw an old figure sitting on top of the clay sculpture.
At this moment, I am examining myself.
He was instinctively stunned.
Confusion appeared in his eyes again.
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