Luo Mingchuan felt that he had fallen off a cliff with the Meteorite Abyss below him, from which there was no way out, and there was no way he would survive.
And all of this was too real, the severe pain in the heart, the loss of blood, the stiff and cold body, the biting wind, it didn't seem like a dream at all.
People say that Meteorite Abyss is a place where even light cannot penetrate, and it is a warning left by Heaven to mankind after the heavenly calamity.
Perhaps only those people standing at the top of the world know what lies beneath the abyss.
But he found that he was still conscious, but he could no longer feel any pain in his body.
The soul has not dissipated and is still in the body.
But he could watch like an outsider, watching the wisps of death energy condense into substance and begin to devour his corpse in the dark abyss.
Only then did he realize that there really were monsters in this world that were born in evil places and devoured flesh and blood.
Unexpectedly, the body that had already stopped breathing opened its eyes again.
The pupils were as black as ink, like a bottomless abyss of meteorites, without a trace of human emotion.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart. His intuition told him that he absolutely did not want to see what was about to happen.
Sure enough, his body stood up.
Then he opened his mouth and ate the monsters.
He kept devouring, and his expression changed from indifference to satisfaction, as if he had been hungry for thousands of years and finally ate food that suited his taste again.
This body is no longer human.
He walked in the abyss, and more and more monsters gathered around him. Some of them had awakened and were crawling at his feet. After he was full, he gave his excess power to these monsters.
There was no day or night in the Meteorite Abyss, and no one knew how much time had passed. He waved his sleeves and a strong wind arose, and his figure soared up with the wind, bringing countless monsters out of the abyss.
On the edge of the cliff, thousands of demon cultivators were waiting. The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the flags with different palace emblems fluttering in the west wind. From a distance, it was pitch black with no end in sight.
He stood before ten thousand people. The sun and stars were hidden, the mountains were invisible, and the twelve palaces of the devil were all in submission.
The crowd knelt down one after another like a tidal wave, and a grand road was opened for him to pass through. Their shouts shook the whole area, "Welcome our Lord back—"
Luo Mingchuan finally realized at this moment that the most terrifying thing was not that his junior fellow apprentice did not believe him.
But he himself is a devil.
He gnashed his teeth and sucked blood, killing people like crazy.
Will bring destruction and evil to the world.
Boundless despair overwhelmed him.
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of a huge mirror.
His pale face was reflected in the mirror, but his facial features were sharper and his expression was arrogant and cold.
The wide sleeves of the black robe hung down, and complex golden runes were embroidered on them. Just standing there, a light that could not be looked at directly was born. But it was a dark light.
Luo Mingchuan calmed down and said, "You are not me."
The voice of the person in the mirror was low, "How could it not be?"
Luo Mingchuan said, "I am not the Demon Lord."
"Who would believe it?"
"A letter from a junior brother."
The man in the mirror smiled, "He doesn't believe it, otherwise he wouldn't want to kill you. Think carefully about why he set up the 'Mars Guarding the Heart' killing formation in the Purple Sky Secret Realm."
"It's just a misunderstanding. Junior brother was bewitched and obsessed, and went astray... It was my fault in the first place."
"Ridiculous. Do you think that the truth can be revealed by using the Galan Eye Technique? He shouldn't have known that you knew the Eye Technique, but why wasn't he surprised at all in the Xingshan Temple's Buddhist temple?"
Indeed. He never told his junior fellow apprentice.
Because this technique is a bit tricky, even when competing at the Flower Folding Contest, he used it without the outside world knowing. He used it for the first time in front of his junior brother in the Buddhist temple, but his junior brother said first, "Nonsense! The Galan pupil technique is the technique of your Xingshan Temple!"
This shouldn't be.
The person in the mirror laughed again, and his laughter was like a demonic sound. "You don't know yet, but nothing happened on the night of the academy's graduation. If you don't believe me, I can send you back to see it with your own eyes... But your junior brother has a more powerful way of confusing people, and he will force you to feel that you have let him down."
Luo Mingchuan also laughed this time.
He realized that his thoughts were restrained by this person's words, which was ridiculous. He held the Shenzhou Sword in his hand, and his mind suddenly became much clearer.
The person in the mirror saw him holding a sword and said disapprovingly, "Do you think you can kill me..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Mingchuan drew his sword and pierced his heart!
Hot blood gushed out!
"You have no right to say what my junior brother is like."
“Crash——”
The mirror image shattered.
The Buddhist temple reappears.
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Yin Biyue felt that he could barely move because the world around him was spinning, but the next moment he found that it was not the case at all.
Instead, he was picked up and carried sideways towards the inner hall behind the main hall.
The candlelight shone brightly along the way, falling on the man's face, illuminating a shadow under his thick eyelashes.
The cold body temperature seemed to seep into his bones and blood, constantly reminding him that even though he looked similar, this person was not his senior brother.
Senior brother’s embrace is very warm. No matter we are drunk at night or supporting each other under the scorching sun, it is always like the warm spring sun.
In the inner hall, layers of shark-toothed gauze curtains hung down, and it seemed that an incense burner was lit, with a faint smoke floating in the air.
To say this was a dream would be too real.
Yin Biyue felt infinite panic at this moment.
What if he died in the Buddhist temple and now traveled to another world?
A world without senior brothers.
The white jade bed behind the shark veil was cold and hard, but the man's movements were very gentle. He placed the person gently on it, and was about to place a fragile treasure.
Even so, he could still feel the resistance of the person in his arms, so he laughed softly, "You don't want to?"
This voice was too familiar. Yin Biyue raised his eyes suddenly and bumped into a pair of warm amber eyes.
Clear and inclusive, like a tranquil lake.
He couldn't help but call out, "Senior Brother..."
As soon as the words fell, the smile on that person's face became strange, and his pupils returned to their original dark color. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Senior brother? Hahahaha, Master Yin is so funny."
He leaned over Yin Biyue's neck, his tone tender but full of cruel malice,
"Your senior brother is dead. You killed him with your own hands."
"Don't you remember? At the edge of the Meteoric Abyss, a sword pierced through the heart. It was so accurate and steady. I admire you."
Yin Biyue opened his eyes wide in shock, "I killed... Senior Brother..."
Then he suddenly felt relieved. This was not a new world.
Maybe it’s just an illusion in the Buddhist temple.
The other party was still saying something, but he could no longer hear it.
With a thought, the sword was unsheathed and blood spurted out.
Finally, he said, "Whether it's a dream or an illusion, the one who will kill you is definitely not me."
He opened his eyes and saw the rotten ancient beams above his head.
In a blink of an eye, he saw Luo Mingchuan lying beside him, and at the same time he opened his eyes and looked at him.
After all the despair and pain they had experienced before, the gazes they made at that moment, filled with the immense joy of surviving a catastrophe, were enough to overwhelm one's mind.
After hearing his senior brother's groan, Yin Biyue realized what he had done.
Although it was a hug, because of the height difference, it looked more like he suddenly threw himself into Luo Mingchuan's arms.
It's just... so rude!
He hurriedly tried to get up, but failed.
Because this time, Luo Mingchuan did not let go, but hugged him again.
The familiar smell and temperature enveloped him without any explanation.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, maybe... Senior Brother had also experienced something very painful.
He reached out and gently patted his brother on the back.
This act of comforting a child made Luo Mingchuan laugh and cry, and for a moment he lost all thoughts. He also smiled and patted his innocent junior brother.
After a moment, the two of them quickly became alert and stood up to look around the entire Buddhist hall again.
It was still the same as when they came. But they knew now that the biggest weirdness was the absence of weirdness.
So the two of them stood where they were, pushing their true energy to the limit, but not moving another step.
"What did you see before, brother?"
"…It doesn't matter. Now that I'm awake, I know it's all fake. Junior brother, no matter what you see, you must believe that we will never betray each other."
Yin Biyue instantly raised a bright flag in his heart!
What do you know!
Just based on my rich experience of watching human-shaped background boards over the years, if I don’t make it clear now, something big will definitely happen in the future!
How many male and female protagonists have been tortured to death and died tragically because of a misunderstanding? !
How many good friends have turned into enemies because they felt there was no need to explain more? !
Tell me, what is the most important thing for a happy life!!
That’s right!
Speak clearly!
It’s not enough to say important things three times!!
He immediately became serious, "Brother, if we really trust each other and won't doubt each other because of a fictitious illusion, we should speak out. Keep each other informed so that there won't be any misunderstandings in the future."
Luo Mingchuan looked into the young man's clear eyes and realized that his junior fellow apprentice was far more insightful and intelligent than he was in this matter.
"You are right."
Neither escaping nor forgetting is the best solution.
So he told the story of the illusion just now, and Yin Biyue listened with a heavy expression.
Finally, he comforted his junior brother, "I know clearly that the person who killed me with a sword was not you, so I am not sad." However, he hesitated for a moment, "But if there really is a monster under the Meteorite Abyss..."
Yin Biyue understood what he meant.
Neither he nor Luo Mingchuan knew what was beneath the Meteorite Abyss.
The illusion that confuses the mind cannot be created out of thin air, but is just a projection of the inner subconscious. Perhaps it is the thing that one fears and worries the most.
If something that is beyond the scope of cognition appears, such as a real monster, then it is very likely that this is not an illusion.
It is a projection of future destiny.
Will he kill Luo Mingchuan in the future?
impossible.
Yin Biyue said calmly, "Brother, I also saw a man with a face similar to yours. He said that I killed you. But we both know that this is impossible. And both of us are not the same as we saw in the dream now, which means that perhaps fate has changed."
Luo Mingchuan felt relieved after he said it, and felt more at ease after listening to Yin Biyue's words, "Yes. If it is an illusion, then it is fake. If it is fate, then let it change."
The clouds are gone and I am filled with joy.
Just like when he pulled his junior fellow apprentice to jump into the abyss at Xingshan Temple, that fleeting sense of familiarity came over him again.
Luo Mingchuan's eyes fell on the Buddha statue in front of him. His pupils turned black. The Galan pupil technique was pushed to the extreme.
The gaze is invisible.
But at this moment, Yin Biyue suddenly felt a tremendous pressure.
He even felt that if he was the one being stared at, his muscles and bones would be crushed with excruciating pain.
But Buddha statues are dead things, how can they feel pain?
What is shocking is that the old and dilapidated Buddha statue that had been covered with dust for many years actually began to change.
The remaining gold paint peeled off, revealing the original dark brown stone body. Then, from the eyelids to the fingertips, every inch of the gray stone on the body shattered into pieces.
In the smoke and dust, the Buddha statue opened its eyes.
Perhaps it cannot be said to be a Buddha, but rather a dried-up monk.
The robes have lost their color, and the Dharma appearance is solemn.
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