In another temple, a nun hidden behind a veil stood in front of an empty altar, looking inexplicably at her palm, as if something had disappeared from her palm.
After a while, the inexplicable feeling was gone, but she was still a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable, as if something was missing.
As if relieved, she stared at her palms for a moment, then raised her head and looked at the empty altar.
No one knows that she doesn't believe in anyone, no one knows that she, the famous head of the Han family in the god world, is actually a god cultivator who has no faith, everyone in the world thinks that the god of killing she believes in is a certain power in the fairy world, and even no one in the Han family knows that she Han Yuwei will never believe in anyone.
She looked up at the empty platform, but her heart was suddenly empty, and she no longer had the feeling of looking at the platform, although the platform had been empty, but there was always a place in her heart arranged for him.
But it disappeared, and the kind of longing, faint sadness, and sustenance of longing seemed to have disappeared with the things in the palm of the hand just now.
She stood in a daze, her face turned pale from behind the veil, and she couldn't even remember the feeling for a moment, because she looked at the shrine and didn't feel it at all.
She remembered that she felt guilty, she was only sorry for one person in her life, but she didn't have that feeling, thinking of that person was so calm and light, she couldn't afford to have any waves in her heart.
She clearly remembered the way that person's blood burst out, and she clearly remembered the way that person looked at her, but suddenly, she had nothing to do with him.
She froze.
At the same moment, in front of Zhang Xiaohan, Ye Weiyang was also stunned, and the familiar feeling between her and Zhang Xiaohan was peeling off from her body, and she clearly felt this peeling, as if she was taking out the things that originally belonged to Zhang Xiaohan from her body and returning them to her.
Since then, she is no longer Zhang Xiaohan's doppelganger, she no longer has anything to do with Zhang Xiaohan, she will be completely free, but why, she feels a little pain in her heart, she should hate Zhang Xiaohan, she has long wished that she had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaohan, but when it really came to this day, why was she reluctant.
Her hand slowly touched her heart, as if she wanted to keep that feeling, as if she were reluctant to have nothing to do with the person she once hated, but it was not as she pleased, just as she did not want to be created, and now, with or without her consent, she was forcibly deprived of her relationship with that person.
It seems that there are memories that I don't know that have been separated, as if there are wisps of implication that are broken apart, she was originally Zhang Xiaohan's doppelganger, a part of her body, since she created her, why is it to break the connection between them.
This kind of division made her heart ache, and she clearly felt that the distance between her and Zhang Xiaohan was getting farther and farther away, and she would no longer have half a point of entanglement with her before, which was not what she wanted.
She wants revenge on her, she wants to stand higher than her, she wants to ask her for help one day, even sacrifice for her, she wants to prove that she is not just her doppelganger, she is stronger than her.
But it didn't mean anything anymore, she was free, she lost her.
Split Wind stood in the distance in a slight shock, he had lived too long, passed too much, for hundreds of thousands of years he even had to go into a state of sleep to forget the past, whether it was left by his predecessors or seen in the classics, but he never thought that someone would take on everything alone.
Heaven and earth, existence has a relationship of existence, everything is involved, cause and effect are entangled, and it is impossible to distinguish between cause and effect, but how can anyone be willing to bear all this, doesn't she know what kind of pressure all this will bring her.
The heavy killing intentions of the ancient battlefield, the resentment of all the dead monks in the Divine Realm for 300,000 years, these have nothing to do with the female cultivator who looks very weak in the distance, why should she bear it all at once.
This is a female cultivator who does great things, she is not the ordinary monk he saw, and in an instant, a feeling of worship suddenly rose in his heart, whether she becomes a god or a demon, this world will not be the calm world it used to be.
Yi Jian looked at Zhang Xiaohan calmly, although he promised her, he also returned the cause and effect of the divine realm to her for her, he still couldn't believe that she could bear so much cause and effect.
His hand slowly played a spell, and the spell spread into the formation, and the hair of Yi Frame quietly turned whiter, and countless invisible fluctuations in the void converged.
In her dantian bowl, the black drum suddenly moved, the drum suddenly emitted black light, her heart beat suddenly, and a more majestic sense of cause and effect suddenly rushed to the sea of knowledge.
This cause fruit is too huge, it was originally on Zhang Xiaohan's own body, and suddenly rushed directly into the sea of knowledge, the eye of heaven rotated rapidly in an instant, but it was too late to absorb these huge ideas, in an instant, all the cause and effect hidden in the immortal heart, tendons, bones, and skin all entered Zhang Xiaohan's sea of knowledge, and the causal power contained in this idea was huge, and it instantly filled the entire sea of knowledge.
Zhang Xiaohan's divine consciousness almost collapsed under this impact, and countless obsessions permeated the entire divine consciousness, all obsessions covered love and hate, life and death, anger and unwillingness, it was not a person's causal obsession, it was an emperor's son, it was all the obsessions between the emperor and his holy father, his subjects, and enemies.
Zhang Xiaohan seems to be full of these obsessions that are all negative, and in just a moment, her sea of consciousness is occupied by these obsessions that have been deeply left for hundreds of thousands of years, like five thunderbolts, these obsessions surround, compress, and even transform her original memories, wanting to evolve her into a person like the obsession.
Zhang Xiaohan had a sad face, she had never experienced such pain, not one person, not ten people and hundreds of people, it was hundreds of thousands, millions or even tens of millions of unwilling and hateful, it was forced to bear and could not bear the suppression, at this moment she only felt that her thoughts were disappearing rapidly, and these obsessions were occupying all her body and mind.
She wanted to break free, she wanted Tianyan to collect these obsessions, she knew that her mind was not strong enough to bear these, but she couldn't do it at all, her heart was full of anger, all the depression brought by those obsessions, she was immersed in extreme grief, and a line of tears slowly slipped from her eyes.
Tears slid down, her black eyes suddenly exuded ferocity, her long black hair suddenly flew wildly, a few strands of hair curled on her pale cheeks, and her eyes were almost crazy.
Mu Hibiscus looked at Zhang Xiaohan in the distance in a daze, looked at the madness in Zhang Xiaohan's eyes, and looked at her long hair flying around, he should have been heartbroken, and he should have rushed up to share it with her, but he knew that this was what he should do, but he was mocked in his heart that he would have such an idea, what did the person in the distance have to do with him, he and her should have been strangers a long time ago.
He still remembered everything that had happened with her, but he didn't feel half a thing when he remembered it, he was just a stranger, he slowly took a step back, that person was going to become a demon after all.
Within the sea of knowledge, Zhang Xiaohan can no longer distinguish which one is her thoughts, as if all her obsessions have turned into her own obsessions and become one with her, all people seem to have become her enemies, she just wants to kill, kill everything.
The obsession spread to the depths of the sea of knowledge, Zhang Xiaohan had completely lost his mind in his eyes, and his whole body suddenly exuded a powerful coercion, this coercion should not exist in this realm, this is the coercion that should not belong to this realm.
"Whew" With a few long hisses, the three white wolves suddenly jumped out of the spirit beast bag, stood up and raised their heads in the air and roared, their blood-red eyes were full of killing and madness, and their big mouths opened to reveal their white teeth.
Yi Frame's face showed some pity, he slowly took a step back, he would not fight with the monk with purple qi, his pity did not know if it was to the divine realm, or the female cultivator in front of him who had lost his mind.
This is delusional, if he wants to take away the cause and effect of the 300,000-year war in the entire God Realm, the so-called immeasurable power, he will no longer be half implicated in the entire female cultivator, his cause and effect will be borne by himself, but he will not bear half of the cause and effect of this female cultivator.
He had already taken a step back, stretched out his hand and swiped lightly, and the coercion slid down to his side, and he didn't even give alms to the hibiscus and a few people out of the corner of his eye, so naturally he wouldn't notice that the majestic coercion actually bypassed them and didn't hurt them at all.
He didn't notice that even if his mind was infected by obsession, Zhang Xiaohan didn't hurt the people around her, too, how could he, a major cultivator from the ancient period, be interested in caring about the lives of these ant-like monks.
But suddenly, his retreating body stopped, and his eyes showed incredulity, how could he see how it was possible Zhang Xiaohan's long hair covered his eyes gradually regained their clarity, although they were still in great pain, but another line of tears was slowly flowing out.
In Zhang Xiaohan's sea of knowledge, in the deepest and deepest place of the sea of knowledge, there was a sudden gentle sense of peace, as if a clear spring was flowing slowly, and she just slowly and resolutely tolerated it, and the clear spring flowed, and those unwilling and destructive obsessions were gradually ironed out.
Within the sea of knowledge, Zhang Xiaohan's anger and destruction are still there, but they are being tolerated by peace and reason, not to forgive, but just to face it, under such emotions, she can still experience the anger and unwillingness in those obsessions, her heart is still suffering for them, but only pain.
Her mind gradually separated from these external obsessions, she could still feel all the feelings of obsession, she could still feel the pain in her heart, her tears flowed again, but she would not sink into them again.
The eye of heaven rotated, slowly containing everything in the sea of knowledge, Zhang Xiaohan looked at the depths of the sea of knowledge, the jade slip hidden in the sea of knowledge that had long been forgotten, unconsciously, the demonic energy in the meridians was collected in the sandalwood, and a colorless and transparent spiritual power circulated in the meridians.
The black hair slid smoothly behind him, the madness and pain in his eyes all disappeared, and a touch of peace appeared in the dark eyes, not enlightenment, nor compassion, but real peace.
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When her sanity finally returned to her body completely, Zhang Xiaohan suddenly felt a little tingling in her heart, and her white hand slowly pressed on her heart.
Yi Frame looked at Zhang Xiaohan in surprise, he couldn't believe what his eyes saw, everything that happened in front of him subverted his cognition, since only the Heavenly Emperor Huang Ji and the Emperor could bear the cause and effect, how could she accept it so easily.
"Woo" The white wolf surrounded Zhang Xiaohan, the snow-white fur rubbed meekly against her hand, one moment they were still crazy under the influence of killing intent, and the next moment they were as peaceful as their masters.
"Bang" The formation finally dispersed, Zhang Xiaohan slowly slipped from the invisible high platform, she stretched out her hand and rubbed on the top of the three white wolves, even if there was no violence in her heart, she couldn't smile anymore.
"Zhang Daoyou," Yi said in a complicated tone.
Zhang Xiaohan shook his head: "Senior, let me be quiet for a while, just for a while." ” Zhang Xiaohan slowly fell to the ground, three white wolves surrounded her, she raised her head to look at the hibiscus in the distance, the night was not young, her heart suddenly stabbed again.
She slowly raised her hand, and a white mist suddenly appeared around, so thick that she and the three white wolves were annihilated in the white mist, and in the world isolated by the white mist, no one saw it, and Zhang Xiaohan's face suddenly appeared sad.
She stretched out her hand and took the nearest white wolf in her arms, her cheek gently pouted on the white wolf's head, and a crystal tear fell from her eyes and landed on the white fur of the white wolf.
"Ahh The white wolf roared softly, comforting their master in a whisper in this temporarily isolated place, perhaps in the whole world, perhaps forever afterward, only they could communicate with her, and only they could understand the grief in her heart.
In the ice and snow world beyond the white mist, there stood several monks who had cultivated to be powerful, and they were supposed to be closely related to her fate, but fate finally diverged from each other, and they were destined to become parallel lines that would never intersect.
The northern cold land of the divine realm is a heaven and earth composed of pure white snow and ice crystals, a world surrounded by white and bright divine light that can purify darkness, and it is also a place full of killing and war, but now, the killing is gradually disappearing, and the heaven and earth seem to be more pure and white.
In that tall temple, the white-clothed Shui Chun still looked at the swarthy palm of his hand, and he looked at it for a long, long time until his mind was calm.
He knew what he had lost, and he knew that he would lose nothing, and he didn't know that he was waiting for this day, but when the day really came, he knew.
His hand slowly stroked the empty altar, and placed the palm of his palm, which was as black as ink, in the middle of the altar, he, the water was empty, the debt of the previous life had been paid off with the pain of the divine soul, and the grace of regeneration in this life was repaid with his regenerated body.
I only checked it hastily, and there may be typos, but I really can't read it again, because my heart is sad. t1706231537: