Chapter 1350 The Voice From the Abyss

Looking at Li Chuyi, Hao Hongwei moved his lips without making a sound, but Li Chuyi understood his words.

If you have the chance, take revenge for me.

There was reluctance, reluctance, and helplessness, but there was no resentment. Even his last words were extremely calm, and he did not forget to remind Li Chuyi to do what he could.

The pure gaze stimulated Li Chuyi to want to go crazy, but he was already crazy.

After taking one last look at Li Chuyi, Hao Hongwei turned around and puffed up his cheeks, trying to spit on Dao Yanming's face.

I, Fourth Master Hao, can't kill you, but I will still make you sick if I die.

I was determined, but there was no chance it would come true.

The moment he turned back, Dao Yanming guessed what he was thinking, and pushed forward with force to let Li Chuyi's hand go deeper. Hao Hongwei was instantly swallowed up by the evil aura on Li Chuyi's body, and he did not die until he died. Can spit out that old phlegm.

Seeing his friend disappear in front of him, the warmth in his hands has not retreated, and the murderous intention is stirring in his chest, stronger than ever before. Li Chuyi knows that he shouldn't be like this, but he can't help himself.

kill him!

Kill Dao Yanming!

The whole mind is filled with this thought, and it quietly becomes the nourishment to nourish the inner demon even stronger.

"Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?"

Dao Yanming wore a hateful smile, and he was very satisfied with Li Chuyi's condition. He could even hear the sound of Li Chuyi's heart breaking, but that was not enough. What he wanted was complete collapse.

"Hong'er!!!"

The cry of grief came from afar, and Hao Dali burst into tears.

Hao Hongwei was not his proudest son, but he was the most sensible one. Otherwise, he would not have taken care of such a huge property. How could he not feel pain when he was dying in front of him? Grind it into minced flesh, but he doesn't have the power.

He couldn't even break free from the restraints Dao Yanming put on him. He had never felt so incompetent.

"Don't worry, it's not your turn yet, take your time."

After looking at Hao Dali, Dao Yanming smiled and made another casual move, but instead of calling anyone over, he brought Li Chuyi into the crowd.

"Come on, keep killing. Every time you kill, your pain will be reduced by one point. People will be destroyed for their own sake. Why are you still hesitating?"

After speaking, he released Li Chuyi's restraints, and Dao Yanming waited patiently with a smile.

Without hesitation, Li Chuyi punched him the moment the restraints were loosened. Dao Yanming was shattered by the punch, but reappeared immediately.

Killing the Dharmakaya is useless, Li Chuyi knows.

Acting recklessly to kill will make you sink deeper and deeper, and Li Chuyi also knows it.

But the anger in his chest could not be stopped. After one punch, he punched him again without hesitation, chasing Dao Yanming like crazy.

Even if it was useless, he would still fight, just to relieve the anger in his chest.

But as he hit him, he realized something was wrong. Every time he smashed a Dao Yanming, the pain on his body eased a little. A terrifying thought suddenly appeared and made his whole body tremble. When he looked back, he saw pools of blood mist floating in the air. .

It was not Dao Yanming who was broken!

He was blinded! ! !

Looking around, he saw thousands of Dao Yanming surrounding him. The smiles on their faces were generally hateful, but the auras on their bodies were of varying degrees of strength.

In an instant, he understood.

It's not that the Yin Yang Dao Eye is useless, it's that there's something wrong with his soul.

His eyes were blinded by the endless killing intent, and all living things looked like Dao Yanming in his eyes. This was not caused by illusion, but by inner demons.

I understand, what’s the use?

He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

The obsession to kill and the desire for blood continued to devastate his soul, and the sense of comfort from the soul gradually overwhelmed his reason, just like a drug addict who is addicted to drugs. He tried his best to restrain himself, But the desire of his body and soul only made him stop for a moment, and then he started to move again.

Blood is splashing.

Blood and tears are flowing.

He didn't know who died in his hands, he only knew that they were all friends.

hatred.

I hate Dao Yanming's viciousness.

If only these people could move freely, they could at least avoid them, or at least they could fight back.

But they were all restrained by Dao Yanming. Even when they were about to die, they remained motionless, like wooden stakes, holding up Dao Yanming's hateful face and wearing Dao Yanming's hateful smile, until they were shattered to pieces. Never changed.

Stop.

Please stop!

I am willing to pay any price, even if my soul is gone, just to stop!

I don’t want to kill anymore…

Silent cries echoed in my heart, no one could hear them.

The cracks in the soul are getting closer and closer, and there is no way to recover but to sink.

Someone seemed to be calling his name in the distance. Familiar faces flew through his mind. The laughter and laughter of the past were stained with blood. Li Chuyi did not dare to face them. He just wanted to find a dark corner where no one was and curl up. Just for a moment of peace.

Suddenly, his hand stopped. There was still Dao Yanming in front of him, but his hand stopped for some reason.

Li Chuyi came to his senses in a daze, and looked around with his distracted eyes. The face in front of him suddenly blurred, and a familiar face emerged.

"Ye...Uncle Ye..."

Holding his mouth and shedding blood and tears, Li Chuyi felt endlessly wronged and even more grateful.

Almost, almost made an irreparable mistake. Fortunately, I saw through Ye Zhichen's true appearance, otherwise...

He didn't dare to think about it.

"Eh? What a pure sword element!"

Dao Yanming's surprised voice rang in his ears. Li Chuyi ignored him and just looked at Ye Zhichen helplessly.

"Help me... Kill me..."

Ye Zhichen looked at him with regret and opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment, blood stained Li Chuyi's eyes.

"The fate is too deep, keeping you is really a disaster."

Taking back his hand and wiping the non-existent blood, Dao Yanming smiled at Li Chuyi and said, "This is too troublesome, I'll do it for you, let's continue."

"Uncle Ye...Uncle Ye! Uncle Ye, come back! No no no no!!!!"

Li Chuyi burst into tears, and the mournful cry came from his murderous face, which looked very strange.

"Can you still hold on?"

Dao Yanming was slightly surprised. He thought that the original heart of the original soul should have collapsed at this level, but he could still struggle.

He turned his head to look at Dao Yanxuan and others. The three brothers who were desperate and the Taoist holding the Nine Evil Gourd put more and more pressure on him. He wanted to let the fate in the love net entangle with Li Chuyi more deeply, but now it seems that it is not appropriate to delay for a long time.

"Well, with the four of them later, we won't need these few people."

Determined, Dao Yanming grabbed Li Chuyi and came to a "Dao Yanming". With a wave of his hand, his face changed, revealing the true face of Mu Xueqing.

"What are you doing! Don't kill her!"

As if he hadn't heard it, Dao Yanming calmly slapped down with his palm, and the person immediately collapsed, leaving only a little blood floating in front of his eyes.

Without waiting for Li Chuyi to react, he grabbed Li Chuyi and came to another person, slapping him with his palm as usual, and the moment before the person broke, the cynical face of Mr. Hao was revealed.

Crying, begging, cursing, until numbness.

Killing all the way, familiar faces disappeared in front of his eyes. Li Chuyi wanted to close his eyes several times, but his eyes were tightly open because of the inner demon, blooming with desire and joy.

The inner demon is constantly devouring himself, and the strong idea of ​​self-destruction makes this process more and more intense. Until Hao Youxiao's face appeared in front of him, watching the evil hand slap down on his head, watching Yiren give him the last smile, Li Chuyi's eyes went dark, his mind completely collapsed, and the whole person was completely immersed in endless darkness, and the spark of self was annihilated in the depths of his soul.

In the endless darkness, he did not hear the Taoist's roar, nor did he see a gourd annihilating Dao Yanming into nothingness.

He was tired.

He didn't want to struggle anymore.

The miracle that Wushuang said before his death did not happen, and prayers were useless. The gods and Buddhas did not save him.

"Are you giving up now?"

A voice asked in his ear.

Li Chuyi ignored it, curled up in the darkness and buried his head deeply, just wanting to escape everything.

"Escape is useless."

It sounds nice, and everyone can say nice words. What if he doesn't escape? Can he still kill Dao Yanming and revive the dead soul?

"Giving up is the end, and there is hope only if you don't give up."

Look, he is still saying nice words. I have tried my best, but the old thief is too poisonous and too strong. What if I don't give up?

Others have been plotting for tens of millions of years, but I have only had a few decades. All my calculations are in their hands. The old monsters that I spent so much effort to release were also killed by me. I didn't even make a wave. What else can I think of? What reason can I have to persist?

I'm tired.

I just want to take a break.

"But what about your friends? What about your relatives? What about the people you love and the people who love you?"

You ask me, who should I ask? I don't want to be like this!

I have been practicing since I was young. I have always wanted to earn some money to buy a good piece of land and live with my prodigal master in retirement, but what is the result?

Those who want to kill me are running out one by one. Not only are they more powerful than each other, but they are also more treacherous than each other. Even my master who never suffers losses has been deceived and survived. I am just a fat man who eats and waits for death. What can I do?

There are always villains who want to harm me. What the Taoist said is really fucking correct.

The problem is that I am not the emperor at all. Why don't the dog|fucking villains let me go?

"Life is like this. Everyone's experience is different. The same thing is that there are ups and downs. Some disasters do make people despair, but yin and yang embrace each other, and good and bad are interdependent. No matter how desperate things are, there will be hope, and there will be a day when bad things will turn into good things."

There are a lot of great truths, but it's useless to say them.

I was completely played by others, and there was still good things after bad things. It's better to accept your fate!

"Do you really think so?"

I don't want to pay attention to you.

"Are you sure you want to give up?"

It's so noisy. I'm dead and my ears are still not at peace. Isn't it said that people know nothing after they die?

"Because you haven't died yet."

That means I fainted. I want to die. Is there any way?

"Even if there is, I can't help you. You didn't wake me up because of the thought of death. I can't bear to see you become a walking corpse and harm all living things."

I woke you up... eh?

I slowly raised my head. In the darkness, a vigorous old man with white hair and a childlike face sat cross-legged in front of me, with a warm and kind smile on his face. When he saw me looking up, he narrowed his eyes.

Li Chuyi was stunned.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Who are you?"

The old man smiled and made a hand seal to bow slightly.

"I am Sanyuan, long time no see."

"......"

"Grandmaster...Grandmaster???!!!"