Chapter 1093: Kill the Inner Demon

Wan Yan Wu Tears still underestimated the extreme northern mysterious light that human cultivators have talked about for thousands of years. The soft and gorgeous flowing light is like the softest Shu brocade silk ribbon, hanging from the Milky Way, rolling slowly in the air, just like Like the Tianxuan Gate leading to the heaven.

However, behind this beautiful and unparalleled light, there is endless murderous intent and danger. For countless years, it is this beautiful and terrifying aurora that has condensed and never dispersed, which has kept the Jiuxuan Fairyland from being tainted by human cultivators.

Wan Yan Wu Tears is in a dreamy world of colored glass. She can't feel the wind or the cold. The stars in the sky seem to be within easy reach.

The soft streams of light seen from the outside turned out to be so terrifying when they arrived inside. In addition to being unable to distinguish the direction, the spiritual consciousness was also suppressed by some mysterious power in the mysterious light and could not spread at all.

The most terrible thing is that those streams of light flowing in front of you will inspire the most fearful and unwilling scenes in your heart.

In the past two days, Wanyan Wu Lei has been lost in the painful memories of thirty-three years ago. When she rushed to Cangyun Mountain, the incident involving Yuan Shaoqin had already come to an end. She did not see Yuan Shaoqin with her own eyes. How did he die?

Thus, in the illusion, various moments of Yuan Shaoqin's death began to be replayed over and over again.

He was hanged by a rope, his tongue was hanging out, he grabbed Wanyan Wuwei's ankle, and shouted hoarsely: "Wanyan Wuwei, save me, I can't breathe..."

His heart was pierced by ten thousand swords, and there were blood holes all over his body. Even his eyeballs were pierced out, and his intestines and internal organs were dragged all over the floor as Yuan Shaoqin crawled.

He was poisoned to death by the poison, and the poison that sealed his throat was poured into Yuan Shaoqin's mouth. In the blink of an eye, the originally handsome young man immediately turned into a piece of black coal, and then the poison began to quickly devour his flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, the whole person turned into a pool of blood. It has been two days and two nights since Wanyan Wutei entered the mysterious light of the Far North. Her feeling in the illusion seemed to last even longer. Dozens of different ways of death for Yuan Shaoqin were presented one by one in front of her eyes. The scary thing is that these The illusions are so real that even Wanyan Wutear is lost in them and cannot tell the difference.

Is it reality or fantasy.

Thanks to Wanyan Wu Lei's profound Taoism and his heart as solid as a rock, if it had been anyone else, he would have completely collapsed and raised his sword to kill himself. At this moment, Yuan Shaoqin was smiling at her in front of her. His smile was no longer aloof, but seemed to be a bit gentle. There seemed to be a door behind Yuan Shaoqin's figure. The door was open, and a soft and warm white light emitted from the other side of the door. Although the white light was not dazzling, his face was tearless.

But she couldn't see clearly what kind of world was on the other side of the door. Her intuition told her that it was a paradise without blood and troubles.

Yuan Shaoqin was standing in front of the door, smiling at her and waving to her. That familiar voice seemed to make Wanyan Wulei feel like he had returned to his youth.

"No tears, come with me, let's get out of here together!"

The seductive voice came to mind in Wan Yan Wu Lei's ears. Wan Yan Wu Lei had been tortured for two days. Although she was still persisting, her spirit had been tortured and she was in a daze.

When she heard the voice, she slowly raised her feet and walked towards Yuan Shaoqin.

Step by step……

The crisp sound of footsteps is like stepping on thick crystal, which is very nice. The familiar man waving to him in front seemed to smile more gently, as if he was greeting his beloved woman.

Walking in front of him, Wanyan stopped without tears, her eyes full of confusion and intoxication. She slowly stretched out her arms as white as ivory, trying to hold the hand of the man in front of her.

Seeing that the two people's hands were about to be pulled together, suddenly, Wan Yanwu's hand stopped, with pain on his face, and said hoarsely: "Shaoqin, it's been so many years, why do you still torture me."

Yuan Shaoqin seemed a little puzzled and said: "Wuli, what are you talking about? How could I torture you? Come with me, I will take you into a brand new world, a world where only the two of us are." Wanyan Wu Lei shook his head in pain and said: "You are my nightmare, my nightmare! Back then I didn't know why you said you and I had an affair. Maybe you were interested, but I always regarded you as my confidant. They were friends, and there was never any intention of being a man or a woman. You died thirty-three years ago.

He's already dead! "

After saying that, the white whip shadow rolled out like a poisonous snake and wrapped around the neck of the man in front of him. With a strong pull, Yuan Shaoqin's entire head was pulled off his shoulders.

It was so lifelike that the blood column on his neck gushed out like a fountain, even staining his white clothes and long snow-white hair red.

Wanyan closed her eyes in pain without tears, and quickly danced the Divine Whip of Farewell with her right hand. The soft divine whip seemed to turn into a sharp steel knife, cutting Yuan Shaoqin's body into countless pieces.

She danced the whip crazily and chanted: "The gate of the lonely city in the desert cries, and the smoke is like a cloud ladder at dusk. Old friends leave in front of the Gesang flower, and the divine whip blows in the wind and sighs at farewell."

Singing over and over again, her eyes were always closed, but tears were already flowing down her cheeks.

I don’t know how long it took, but she opened her eyes and disappeared, completely disappeared. In front of her eyes was a tall mountain range, not a glacier, but a snow-capped mountain. Going deeper, she seemed to be able to see lush peaks with lush vegetation.

Wanyan took a deep breath without tears, slowly turned around and looked back, and saw that under the blue sky and white sun, the gorgeous stream of light was still hanging alone and flowing, seemingly unchanged for thousands of years.

Wanyan Wulei had no joy in rushing through the Xuanguang. Instead, she squatted on the ground, hugged her knees and burst into tears.

The illusion in the Xuanguang was so real. If it weren't for the last bit of reason in her heart, she would have been trapped in it now if she hadn't killed the inner demon that tortured her for thirty-three years.

But why did she cry?

A strong woman has no tears. She had never discovered that she had such a fragile side in all these years.

A patriarch of the Holy Church once broke through the Extreme North Xuanguang. The senior once said that those who did not have great perseverance could not get out of the Extreme North Xuanguang. Although the Xuanguang was dangerous, it was the best place to get rid of the inner demon.

Wanyan Wulei was the second person in the Holy Church in four thousand years who broke into the Extreme North Xuanguang and did not get lost in it.

The reason why Wanyan Wulei burst into tears was not because she was sad, but because she was happy. She resolved the inner demon, and the door to the ninth level of the heavenly realm that cultivators dreamed of was open to her.

To be precise, she is now a peerless master of the heavenly realm. With the power of the wind magic weapon Tanbieli Divine Whip, in close combat, no human cultivator in the world can be her opponent. Of course, this does not include Su Nu Xuan Ying.