Chapter 827: It’s hard to understand the heart
A ghoul suddenly drew out his sharp sword, blood splashed in it, and stabbed down with the sword again.
Every wound caused was filled with cold blood and hot fire.
Cold blood flowed all over the body, and the ground was stained.
"You can't escape the consequences of deceiving others in the day. Do you think your struggle and perseverance today can change anything? You were never the one to achieve this by sacrificing your life for righteousness.
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If you are favored by everyone, then you are truly the chosen one.
But you were born mediocre, disliked by your father, abandoned by your mother, and kept company with those boring and cold books all day long. The person you loved abandoned you and chose to marry someone else.
Su Guanhai sympathizes with you and loves you, but he is not too selfish and exploitative.
You can't accomplish anything great while alive. Even in death, your death is lighter than a feather. You can't even be mentioned by name.
What are you still holding on to? Tianxi Sword Sect? Zhongyou Dynasty? Or this world?
You are so great. It is clear that no one asked you to do this. It is clear that no one needs you.
Even your mother, to her, you are just a dispensable object.
Even if you died, she never came to find you, leaving you to wait for two hundred years, accompanied by darkness. "
The luster in Balian's eyes is getting weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind or a flower in the rain. The scarlet blood flowing out of his body slowly seeps out a ray of blackness.
His calm and confused face finally showed a trace of sadness and pain, and he struggled to murmur: "It's not like that..."
Zang Xin looked at that bit of darkness and raised the corners of his lips.
Sure enough, the demon species buried in his and Su Jing's bodies two hundred years ago did not disappear or change due to death.
Today, he can use it again.
"Why isn't it like this? If she really needs you, why is your coffin not in the Zhongyou Dynasty, but in the desolate land of the dead demons?
She has never left you. Zhongyou Dynasty, with the help of a strand of your hair and a magical talisman, has a new 'you' at your fingertips. She has nothing to lose. You who are mediocre, incompetent and not expected deserve to die!"
"That's not the case!" Bailian's face suddenly became ferocious, and his body violently resisted.
Not even the ghouls pressing on him could restrain his strength.
Ying Xiu frowned worriedly and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Zangxin raising his hand.
Zang Xin’s mouth was full of joyful anticipation, and he continued to speak in a unique and charming tone:
“There is no dead left in this world, no one is waiting for you to return, no one misses you. , time will only be left to the living and is meaningless to death...
If you don’t believe it, you might as well take a look at yourself, you are still a bit like before. ”
Zang Xin raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A heart mirror was suspended in front of Balian, and what was reflected was a face with no facial features, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes. face.
She was shedding tears of blood, looking at him with a soulless expression.
That face and those eyes were like a devil poking out from the abyss, quietly discerning the turmoil of people's hearts. Peering into the world
The indescribable and terrifying gaze easily brought out the darkest and unmentionable past hidden deep in the heart.
In the pain that surged like a scorching wave of flames, Balian's consciousness sank deeper and deeper, and his body's struggle became stronger and stronger.
The ghouls pressing on him also stopped moving.
Ying Xiu looked at the mirror with faint eyes. He only glanced at it tightly, and the heart in the hollow of his chest suddenly beat violently, as if he had been greatly affected.
Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he hurriedly covered his eyes and did not dare to continue to peek, lest his soul and consciousness would fall into the terrifying abyss and be lost forever.
Burial Heart is good at playing with people's hearts, and naturally relies on more than just ordinary tricks of bewitching and controlling hearts.
Three thousand years ago, You Gui Lang was a genius who ranked among the top in the Immortal Sect.
How strong his mind was, yet it was ruined by his own hands into such a state that he would never be able to rest in peace.
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes today, who would have guessed that Erhe Burial Heart in the Demon Realm still retains such mysterious methods.
He is also so proficient in spiritual power.
In this way, it is difficult for Ying Xiu not to doubt that there is something else that Erhe Zhanxin cannot do.
Cultivation of the art of hundreds of schools and the art of thousands of people.
There is such a demon in the demon world. It is no wonder that under the aura of prosperity of this immortal way, the small northern demon sect has been unable to attack for a long time.
Hit the snake seven inches to attack its vital points.
Although Ying Xiu was not a bystander, he gradually discovered that his thoughts and every move were under the perfect control of Xin Xin.
He was clearly extremely eager to kill the thorn in Bailian's side.
Ke Yanxin’s few words made him completely give up the idea of killing him now.
He is even very much looking forward to the scene where this guy who dominates his limelight in Xianling City or Tianxi Sword Sect and is loved by everyone will appear in front of everyone after degenerating into the virtue of Yougui Lang. .
This is indeed more interesting than killing him directly.
He glanced at Balian, whose eyes were cloudy, and he had been controlled by the pupil technique for so long.
Although his spiritual consciousness seemed to be crumbling like a broken candle, the spiritual platform still held its own and did not appear to collapse.
I couldn't help but feel annoyed in my heart, it was really a hard nut to crack.
He was heartbroken but not disappointed. Under the mental attack of his pupil technique, Bailian was able to resist and persevere.
The more he can find interesting fun in it.
The stronger the heart of a person, the more charming the soul will be when seduced and fallen.
"Drought is a mistake, poverty is a mistake, and poverty is a mistake. People should die in the water, not on the shore.
It is wrong for you to be the son of the righteous sword sect since you are born in the mortal world and have no ability to inherit the crown and sword.< br>
Thanks to me, you died unjustly two hundred years ago. Maybe you have hatred in your heart.
But if you think about it from another angle. , if you had not died at the age of sixteen, you would have had to suffer this "ordinary" sin for the rest of your life. Zhongyou and Tianxi should have been the best friends of Qin and Jin, and the empress and the sword master also sincerely agreed.
< br>Because of you, the two of them had a feud. You made your mother depressed and your father suffered a lot because of you
Ninety-nine drops of pure water are all black because of your drop of ink. Your birth is a mistake that you must spend your whole life correcting.
In this way, if I give you a death, it is not a redemption. "
"The great roads are the same. It is difficult for a human being to cultivate immortality and become a Taoist. It is difficult to change the destiny, to break the fate, to be blocked by the dust, and it is difficult to see the light of the sky.
Enter death and then rebirth, one thought can become a devil, you can cross the insurmountable sea, climb the unclimbable mountain, why bother to cling to it and be trapped in a mountain and the earth will rot with the dust? ”
The words that buried the heart are like a poisonous python that chooses people to eat and spit out red messages, coiling in front of Balian’s head and raising its tail.
In the mirror, more and more blood and tears flowed down the face without facial features, and Balian's violently struggling body gradually became quieter.
Bailian Qingming's spiritual platform seemed to be exhausted little by little. In the blurred and crimson distorted vision, his energy and spirit seemed to be exhausted little by little.
The dark blood energy that resisted Burial Heart instantly withered, and a suffocating sense of death enveloped Balian.
In the haze, the mysterious voice kept trying to persuade him to give up.
Zang Xin’s nagging voice was like drowning, and Balian was like a drowning man, gasping and raising his head vigorously in order to take in the last breath of air.
Zang Xin gently stroked Bailian's head with a hint of inexplicable love:
"There is no such thing as good and evil in the world. Only with moral laws can good and evil be derived. But. Moral laws are made by the strong.
If you abandon the Tao and become a devil, you will overturn this. In the world, everything is ripe and black, but it is just a matter of your words."
"So give up the light and come to my side..."
In the comfort of the heart-burial palm. Down, Balian's struggling and raised head seemed to have been pushed down into the abyss and into the water again, and it was difficult to get up.
Buried Heart's technique at this moment is like that of a tailor.
Use the sharp scissors of words to cut Balian into pieces like a doll.
Then pick it up gently and piece it together again to make it look like your ideal.
"What are you still insisting on? You are so dishonorable, embarrassed, and unloved by the world. This road has been deadlocked since two hundred years ago. If you continue on, the only thing waiting for you will be A deeper hell."
Zang Xin was about to run out of words. He could clearly feel that there was something under Balian's body that was still whispering, roaring, and scratching crazily. , I want to escape from the Internet.
He laughed softly and shook his head helplessly. His heart was indeed his favorite target.
Having been forced to this extent, he is still able to maintain the last trace of his clarity.
Looks like it’s time to take the next drastic step.
Burning Heart took off the Qiankun Bag from his waist, opened the space capsule, opened the mouth of the bag, and laid it flat on Bai Lian's chest.
Immediately afterwards, the Qiankun Bag began to stir as if it contained a living creature, and countless colorful scorpions crawled out of it. What a cruel picture.
Bailian finally calmed down, his collapsed eyes suddenly trembled, and the fear and nightmare engraved in his bones emerged from the depths of his heart.
The inescapable and huge fear instantly seized his limbs and bones, and the hair stood on end, crawling densely throughout his body.
This is the dark pain of falling into eternal damnation.
Bailian opened his mouth, but could not speak.
His fingers curled up in spasms uncontrollably, and fear crept into his lungs, turning the world upside down.
Bian Xin had no time to see him in pain, saw him wailing silently, and when his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, he finally revealed the madness of a poisonous snake biting its prey.
"Whether it is your parents or your lover, you have become a demon. No one in the world can take you in.
If you don't give up your cowardice and weakness, you will only You will be torn to pieces by this world.”
“How do you still love and continue to risk your life? It is precisely because you don’t feel loved that you choose to leave first. Isn’t it human?”
"But why are you always the one abandoned? Why do you have to be punished like this even though you have done nothing wrong?
Why can you still do what you do after experiencing the misery that you should not have to endure? To be free from resentment and violence? ”
Zang Xin said softly: "It's not that you are unaware of your identity, but you still hide something from Baili Yu. What's the matter? After two hundred years of death, when you return to the human world, you feel that you are no longer an outsider?"
His language His anger was filled with a hint of blame and sympathy: "You are always like this, subconsciously relegating yourself to the dust and living in the world, feeling afraid of everything you get, but do you really not hate it in your heart?"
He He sighed in a low voice: "Even your closest relatives despise you, regard you as a sin, despise you, neglect you, criticize you harshly, and even doubt you. They don't hesitate to try you! Hurt you! Kill you! So what crimes do you have that are not allowed or allowed? Where is the forgiveness? ”
The words were as deep as bones, and he asked softly again, tapping into his soul: "Do you really not hate me at all?"
Finally, like a thin thread that was stretched to the extreme, it broke... …
The light in Balian’s eyes spread out like ink, and black threads were tightly entangled around his body, as if he was waking up from hell.
For a moment, he seemed to have a strong illusion. He raised his eyes and finally uttered a hoarse voice:
"Hate... I hate my father! I hate Tianxi Sword Sect!" I hate it so much that I will be the enemy of this eternal immortal! I hate it so much that I want to kill all the righteous immortals in the world!”
Listening to that hoarse voice, even his heartbroken expression couldn't help but be shaken for a moment.
At this moment, the suppressed hatred and anger in Balian's eyes were so real that he could feel them at his fingertips.
Yes, how can there be a saint in this world who is treated with such suffering and still does not complain about me but does not complain.
After that thread was completely broken, he became fearless.
The whole person is like a cold corpse, with scorpions crawling on it, and blood flowing all over the ground.
A pair of clean eyes were no longer clear-cut between black and white, and were completely muddled by the heart, making it difficult to distinguish.
Zang Xin made a gesture to make the ghoul on top of him step back, and then looked at him expectantly.
Guessing Xian Xin’s poisonous thoughts, Ying Xiu smiled knowingly: “The son kills his father, what a wonderful drama?”
Zang Xin touched his chin, and said slowly with a cunning thought: "I'm also very curious, what can he do? To what extent he has fallen, if he can really kill Bailiyu with his own hands, this puppet... will undoubtedly be very successful, no doubt!"
After saying this, Zhanxin folded his hands on his knees. I'm really looking forward to Balian's performance.
Balian stumbled to his feet, his body covered in wounds and blood.
His eyes were scarlet and full of hatred, staring at the unconscious Bailiyu, but without moving, he made an astonishing move.
He pinched a black scorpion stuck in his flesh, stared at the scorpion in his hand coldly, then raised his head and actually ate the scorpion alive.
The eyebrow pad is completely blackened.
Zang Xin’s eyes suddenly shrank, and his gaze was fixed on this moment.
Then he let out a roar, subconsciously straightening his back in excitement, and his body was so tight from the excitement!
The tone was filled with deep disbelief: "In the face of extreme fear, you can face the deepest darkness in your heart and completely swallow up the darkness. Balian, you can always bring unexpected surprises to people. ! ”
It was as if he had seen a work that exceeded his imagination, his eyes fluctuated violently, and he could not calm down for a long time.
Bailian stood up straight, then slowly looked back, his dark and gray eyes looking at Zang Xin without focus, and asked in his voice without a trace of ripples:
"You... can destroy you Is there a weakness in your heart? ”
Zangxin was stunned, looking into Bailian's eyes, he seemed stunned for a moment and said nothing.
Bailian continued: "Fear is the greatest weakness of human nature, a soft underbelly, and a fatal sting.
There is nothing more straightforward than killing it with your own hands.
I have clearly known this for a long time, but why have I been unable to make up my mind and let fear dominate for hundreds of years? Thinking about it now, it is really stupid. "
Zang Xin looked in front of me. The young man with an indifferent expression suddenly had an extremely strange thought in his mind.
It was clear that the eyebrows were completely different, but looking at him, he saw another version of himself as if looking in a mirror.
He seemed to be complaining to himself, and it seemed that the words were spoken to him from his perspective.
It seemed to be scolding him for being stupid, cowardly, despicable, unbearable, and useless.
In a daze, countless strange and harsh laughter lingered in Zianxin’s ears.
The laughter seemed like countless ferocious faces emerging from the sea of blood, forcing him, squeezing his neck and telling him that he still had a very important unfinished matter. What?
But he doesn't remember?
Don’t remember what that was about?
Don’t remember?
Or deliberately forget?
A feeling of fear suddenly rose in Burial's heart.
Balian turned around at some point and looked at him quietly. The heart mirror floating between the two of them fell to the ground and shattered into mottled blood.
Zang Xin subconsciously wanted to avoid his eyes, but found that she couldn't look away at all, as she was tightly attracted by the other person's gaze.
Bailian approached him, his voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, without any emotion:
"It's not that you are unaware of your identity, but you still have feelings for that person. What is it that you have been hiding for hundreds of years, and then you come back to watch chess? "
The secret is revealed, everything has been determined for a long time.
Zhan Xin took two steps back, his eyes slowly showing deep fear.
Bailian did not allow him to escape. He thrust a broken sword into his palm, forcing him to hold it tightly, and then pointed sharply at a certain place in the darkness.
"I have successfully walked on the path you have guided. Now, it's your turn."
The direction of the sword's edge is a slim, black and red figure.
The ordinary facial features and soft temperament are like the soft and bright wind.
She smiled and whispered his name.
Crack!
A soft sound...
A corner of the mask on Zian Xin's face cracked, as if the truest emotions and fears were exposed in the tiny crack.
He struggled to force himself forward, clenching the blade of the sword in his hand with a ruthless expression on his face, not even noticing that the palm of his hand was bleeding.
He was chanting nervously: "Kill her...kill her...kill her..."
Unknowingly, he had walked in front of the woman and delivered the sword in his hand. .
After all, he hesitated for a moment, and the sword edge deflected slightly.
Zang Xin's pupils suddenly shrank, as if a thread was melted, his vision changed, and he was intertwined with dreams and awakenings.
When he came to his senses, he looked down and saw that the broken finger sword was firmly inserted into his chest, burning with flames.
Zhan Xin's heart suddenly palpitated, and a sense of fear and shock arose in his body!
He looked up, but he met Bailian's eyes that had regained clarity for some time. They were bright and sharp, no longer turbid, but seemed like a bottomless puzzle.
Ying Xiu stood beside Bai Lian, but he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. His whole body was motionless and sluggish. He was obviously in the same situation as Burial Heart and had not yet recovered.
Bailian nodded slightly, the light and shadow in his eyes floating: "Er River Master, I am not talented, I accidentally glimpsed the most real world in your heart."
"What a ridiculous and ridiculous thing. What a boring world.”
He stood in the light, with the withered grass turning into frost under him, the blood on his clothes turning bright, the darkness in the sky and the ghost tide on the ground, for a moment, they all seemed to have become the background behind him.
"Lord Buried Heart, I think... I know who you are."
This is a story of hypnosis and counter-hypnosis.
(End of this chapter)