Yan Fanghui lost, completely lost.
He fell at Wei Lin's feet and became the thing he disdained most, a piece of grass and a mote of dust.
His hands were trembling, and his natal spiritual sword was broken into several pieces, which could no longer be put back together, just like his broken Taoist heart.
Withered stone walls, green lanterns and fireworks, moths stay away, and dust accumulates.
Yan Fanghui sat quietly on the futon.
Everything in front of him was simple and crude and did not look like the residence of a Jiuyi Sect disciple.
After the Immortal Ascension Conference ended, Yan Fanghui, who had been knocked out of the dust, began to retreat into seclusion.
He could not believe that he would actually lose to a little monk with such a name that he had always looked down on in the past.
He was no longer surrounded by praise and praise, but all-pervasive messages tightly wrapped him around him.
"He is the chief disciple of our Jiuyi Sect" "Yeah, it's a pity that we lost to Wei Lin this time."
"If you can't even defeat a small casual cultivator, how can you have the dignity to be the first disciple of our Jiuyi Sect?"
"There is no way, he is the blood descendant of the peak master."
"Can a descendant of the bloodline open the back door without any scruples?
With his appearance, how can he have the dignity to hang on to the position of the first disciple?
There are outstanding senior brothers in every peak, who can't compare with him?"
"That's right.
With him being like this, no wonder Junior Sister looks down on him."
The ridicule coming from all directions was like a pervasive cold wind, penetrating into his limbs and bones, making him feel a bone-chilling chill.
The jealousy and unwillingness that had been suppressed in the depths of darkness when he was proud emerged at this moment.
Even though they knew that with Yan Fanghui's strength, losing to Wei Lin could only be regarded as a moment of carelessness, but at this moment he looked like he had lost his heart. , how can I be worthy of so many years of repression if I don’t add insult to injury?
His golden elixir was full of cracks, and his strength, which was only one step away from the Nascent Soul, kept retreating, and an aura of decadence surrounded him.
The master gave up on this unsatisfactory disciple, and the junior sister exuded new vitality because of her reunion with Wei Lin.
Everyone in the sect no longer respected him and compared him to dust.
Everyone gave up on him, and loneliness and pain surrounded him tightly.
The screen rotates, and the sky-reaching fire is burning on Jiuyi Mountain.
There are disciples fighting to the death and ferocious enemy troops everywhere.
Under the strange fire, everything becomes weird and distorted.
Wei Lin struggled with everything, and the monks who were dissatisfied with Jiuyi Sect attacked Jiuyi Sect.
Under the blazing fire, all the faces looked so ferocious and terrifying.
In addition to the dissatisfied casual cultivators, there are also monks from the other two holy sects.
Yes, there is one less sect with a profound foundation, and a new and shaky force is rising.
In a long period of time, the two major sects can gain countless benefits.
In this case, why not let it go The ancestor of Jiuyi Sect was trapped by inner demons and his strength was unstable.
He was on the verge of collapse under the joint efforts of Mahayana monks from the other two sects.
The junior sister who admired Wei Lin personally handed over the defense map of the Jiuyi Sect's sect formation to Wei Lin's hands.
Everyone in Jiuyi Sect retreated step by step.
One after another, fellow apprentices fell beside Yan Fang Hui, bright red blood dyed the area red, and ominous bloody clouds floated in the sky, indicating everyone's destination.
At dawn, the disciples who resisted died one after another, and the remaining disciples were all those who fled or surrendered.
Yan Fang fell back at Wei Lin's feet, just like many years ago.
It's just that the two had the same cultivation back then, but now they are separated from each other.
Wei Lin advanced to Yuanying, and he regressed to foundation building.
He deliberately spared his life just to humiliate him.
In another scene, Yan Fang returned to sit on the snow.
Standing in front of him were several monks who were originally attached to his tail, their dull pupils reflecting his miserable appearance.
A life of more than four hundred years began in magnificence and ended in abjection.
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When he opened his eyes again, he went back to more than two hundred years ago, when Wei Lin had not yet started.
Another beginning, another cause and effect, he will eventually take a different path The last painting shows the murderous Yan Fang Hui standing on the ruins of the Wei family.
Not far away are the corpses of the Wei family.
There are still floating flames and dark clouds covering the sky.
The difference is that The next person.
The stars in the water curtain turned into dots of starlight and dissipated in the main hall, making many monks who saw this scene couldn't help but sigh.
But there is nothing they haven’t experienced so far in their cultivation.
Even though the picture of Jiuyi Sect’s decline shown in the picture of Yan Fanhui made them think deeply, why should they care about things that have not happened yet and move forward?
Seeing is the right path.
Now that we know a possibility of the future, we should move forward harder.
The starry sky in front of Yan Fanghui dispersed, and the fascinating starlight just disappeared.
Stars are passing, the sky is spinning, golden runes are flashing in front of my eyes, and there is a flash of inspiration.
Things that I have not figured out before gradually emerge the most accurate answers when my consciousness is peeled off.
Each thread is clearly visible, and the difficulties on the path of practice are also clear. suddenly see the light.
If he had chosen to practice wholeheartedly after being reborn, would the results have been different?
As his consciousness gradually returned, he was still addicted to the surprise of martial arts.
When he saw the Chang Li in front of him and the people who were sighing with regret, he was still in a trance. feeling.
He was addicted to the star map, but he did not lose consciousness.
He knew what was happening in the outside world, but he was unable to react due to a layer of separation.
It's like seeing a swaying flower but treating it as normal and paying no attention to it.
However, in an inadvertent moment, you can think of the stretched figure of each branch and the figure of each leaf swaying in the wind.
The tiny hairs on each leaf, the figure bathed in the sun His hands were trembling slightly, and he could hardly stabilize his body.
All his secrets were revealed in front of everyone.
Chang Li retracted his hand, picked up the tea, and said no more.
Wei Lin looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression.
The depression in his chest slowly calmed down, and his own consciousness returned.
To be honest, when he saw the scene of the Wei family's destruction, he didn't feel any sadness or anger.
It was not his personal experience.
It was just like watching a tragic movie or a scene of social news.
At most, there was an atmosphere of sympathy at the time. feeling, but there was no response after that.
But the remaining consciousness that belonged to the original owner took control of his body, making him wish he could cut Yan Fang into pieces in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Their reactions were not important.
Everyone in the Jiuyi Sect looked at Changli.
"I wonder how the venerable master wants to deal with it," the leader asked.
Chang Li looked at Wei Lin, "How are you doing?"
Wei Lin held his chest and said calmly, "Destroy the memory and let him die."
From the beginning, Yan Fanghui was the one who took the initiative to provoke him, and Yan Fanghui was the one who suffered the consequences.
Even if those things had not happened, the lives of so many members of the Wei family were not easy to let go.
If he did not seek justice for the original owner, Wei Lin would How can one occupy the body of the original owner with peace of mind: