hell in disguise

The two soul knots collided violently in Shiva's body, trying to devour each other, as if countless unborn beings collided with each other.The blue giant raised his head and let out a long and painful howl. The terrifying roar pierced the eardrums, causing the inner breath of the gods to be confused, and each of them closed their five senses in a panic.

I saw the ancient god, whose mouth was covered with Chang Geng's blood, crashed to the ground, curled up into a ball in pain.Countless dense cobweb-like fine red lines began to appear on his skin, and that weird red light also came out from under the blue skin, becoming more and more blazing, as if it was about to explode.Seeing this, the gods dodged each other, but Bo Xun, even though he had no strength left, even though his white clothes were stained red with blood, still staggered towards the trembling giant.

"Master..." Bo Xun didn't care that if he rolled over in extreme pain, he might be completely crushed, his blood-stained hand finally touched the blue skin that was as hot as lava.At this time, Qian Na let out another roar of extreme pain, which made Bo Xun's heart surge and he vomited another mouthful of blood.But he still stubbornly hugged Qian Na's wrist, injecting all the power he could find in his body into his body to help him resist the Chang Geng soul knot that was about to swallow him from the inside.

But Qianna couldn't even feel him, his face was distorted due to the extreme pain, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.It's hard to imagine how Yiqian's ghost body can manipulate the body of the ancient god and emperor, and it's even more difficult to imagine how that blue scarred body can withstand the terrible impact of two soul knots fighting and devouring each other.

How much pain should Master have?

Bo Xun felt the spasms and convulsions under the blue skin, and his heart hurt like a tear.

Master came back for him.

No matter what, not even life.

But I...can't protect him...

A faint red light radiated from his body, and even without the soul-inducing bell, he felt that he had found the consciousness of his master who was enduring the most terrible torment in the world, and quickly compatible with it.The ultimate empathy technique, the most tacit fusion of the two consciousnesses, does not require any magic tools, does not require any spells, it seems to be an innate ability, as if it has been looking for another since it was born in this universe. half of myself.In an instant, the overwhelming pain, sadness, despair, and anger completely swallowed Bo Xun like a landslide and tsunami. Before that, even in the empathy technique, Zun Na always carefully controlled himself to prevent himself from being reincarnated again and again. The unrecognizable consciousness that was tortured in the middle of the night affected Yan Fei, but now, for the first time, Bo Xun finally saw the face of the master clearly.

That is a beautiful consciousness that should be cherished, but now, it has long been twisted and twisted by countless sins, and it is riddled with holes.

He felt the scars left in the depths of his consciousness from the torment and abuse he endured in every reincarnation, and felt his struggle in the quagmire of despair, trying to build a safe wall for himself in the rotten world.His master thinks that he is not worthy of being loved, that he will be abandoned sooner or later, and believes that all this is his own fault, who made him commit an unforgivable sin.But he still expects and desires, so he keeps losing and being delayed by despair.

It turns out that the real hell is not in the eight hot hells, nor in the eight cold hells, but in the consciousness of the master.

But even in the boundless sea of ​​darkness, one can still see a piece of pure whiteness. I don't know what kind of power can keep such a piece of tender and simple soil so stubbornly.And on that piece of soil, there was a figure of a person imprinted impressively.

his own figure.

There, he saw how he got along with each other every day for more than ten years, saw the master's love for him like a father in the past, saw the nostalgia and affection that quickly sprouted after he expressed his heart to the master in the last two years, and also saw When it comes to the countless sins, the attachment and fear that have never been spoken to him or even expressed, worry about gains and losses, but can't extricate themselves.While he wanted to let go of everything and love Yan Fei, he was also afraid that he would lose again and bear the unbearable pain of life again. Countless conflicts and entanglements were all suppressed under that calm and stern face.

Yan Fei hated himself, hated why he never understood Master, why he didn't see clearly until now.

It turned out that the master's affection for him had penetrated into the depths of his soul, and it turned out that the master had never abandoned him.

The first time Master left was to let Black and White Wuchang save him, and he didn't want to involve him in a possible huge conspiracy.The second time Master left, it was because of the extreme pain and fear that I was only influenced by Shiva to love him.And leaving for the third time was just to relieve his nightmare and return him to freedom.

It turned out that Master could die for him or live for him.

It's ridiculous, the two of them clearly have deep roots in love, but they just don't understand each other.

In the purgatory of Qunna's consciousness, Bo Xun gritted his teeth and recited the incantation of entrusting dreams, wanting to give Qunna's consciousness that was on the verge of collapse a moment's respite.But the pain is too strong after all, no matter how good the memory is, it is like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it is difficult to alleviate it in the slightest.Yan Fei never knew that the pain can have so many layers. Whenever you think that it is impossible to feel more pain, it can still tear your soul deeper.

Just when he suspected that he would also be torn apart by the pain that was about to explode, all the pain suddenly disappeared.It's like the endless vortex of noise in the original place, falling into the most silent seabed in an instant, and the mind is at a loss for a moment

Yan Feizheng was surprised, but saw the master appearing in front of him.

It's not the master wearing Shiva's corpse, but the master with the appearance of a green scale ghost. The broken horn has grown back somehow, and the reverse scales on the back have disappeared, and all the blue scales permeate him neatly and obediently. The shoulders and back of the waist spread all the way into the dry mantle.His white hair was neatly combed and braided into a braid hanging on his chest. For some reason, his always stern face seemed younger than usual, and the pain in his eyes had not yet formed, and there was still a bit of it. Freshness.He could feel that this was what Master looked like before he became Qingwuchang.

"Yan Fei." Master called him, smiled at him, and opened his hands.

"Master!!!" Yan Fei threw himself at him, into the strong embrace of Master, the embrace he was most familiar with.He tightly hugged the master's waist, buried his face in the master's shoulder and neck, and took a deep breath of the master's breath.And Qianna's hand was also around his shoulders, stroking the back of his head one after another.

"Yan Fei, thank you." He heard the master say.

Yan Fei raised his head, his eyes trembling like water.Master smiled so beautifully that it made him feel a little scared.

"Master..."

"Thank you for giving me happiness." Qian Na held his cheek with both hands, lifted it slightly, and then pressed his lips on Yan Fei's.

The kisses that have been tasted lightly are as beautiful as the water droplets rolling from the petals in the morning after a night of rain, but they also submerge into the dust and mud in an instant.

Yan Fei's heart trembled suddenly, and the ominous premonition grew stronger.He hugged Channa even more tightly, with tears streaming from his eyes, he murmured, "Master, don't go... don't leave me... I will obey you in everything from now on, and I will never make you angry or lose my temper. I won't make you sad anymore...don't go...I can't live without you..."

He heard Qianna sighing softly in his ear, and he could even feel that breath passing over his ear.

"How can I be willing to leave..."

After a while, Bo Xun suddenly opened his eyes.

Empathy is broken.

The blue giant in front of him stopped moving, his mountain-like body stretched out in front of him, dead silent.But soon, a faint blue light floated from the body, gathered into a tiny figure, and finally fell down from midair.

Bo Xun caught the blue figure.

His master, his favorite master in this world, was lying in his arms, corroded by something from the chest down, bloody and bloody, horrible to look at.But his face was not injured in any way, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm, even a bit serene.

Knowing the result clearly, Yan Fei stretched out his trembling hand and gently pressed it against the blue chest.

Silent.

Bo Xun didn't roar, he didn't cry, he didn't even shed tears.He hugged Master's broken body tightly, his expression was empty and numb.

In the distance, Liuhegui burst of golden light is still bursting out tirelessly, penetrating the six paths of earth energy.The torrent of earth energy gushing out from the 29 days poured into hell, and around them, countless bewitching and colorful flowers bloomed everywhere, like a gorgeous embroidered carpet that was quickly spread.Tall and colorful trees also rose from the ground, no longer bare and cold thorns, but real giant trees full of leaves of various colors.Even the smell of sulfur in the sky is rapidly fading, and a distant smell with a warm aura that the ghosts have never smelled spreads out.

At this moment, in every corner of hell, it is the same.The ground of Hezhong Hell stopped trembling, and the black nets of Black Rope Hell turned into white clouds. The river of lava in Scorching Hell gradually cooled, and instead, clear springs gushed out from the ground, and the frozen soil of Ice Hell Melting, revealing the black soil that breeds hope.

At this moment, hell has never been so beautiful.Countless evil spirits looked at what happened around them in amazement, unable to believe it, and then turned into excited ecstasy.The evil spirits stopped fighting and knelt on the ground to touch those green plants and harmless beautiful flowers. With sticky tears, they kissed the ground and drank the unprecedentedly cool and clean water.They cried bitterly, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed in the direction of the lonely hell.

At this moment, under the increasingly violent attack of the evil spirits, without the protection of the holy light, the heavenly soldiers were powerless and began to gradually collapse.When the news of Chang Geng's death came, the army's morale was even more scattered, and they dispersed as if fleeing for their lives, wanting to rush back to the heaven.And the evil spirits became more and more brave, and they found that the heavenly soldiers they had been afraid of all along were actually so fragile, without the blessing and protection of the original holy light, they were as vulnerable as a fragile chicken in front of them.

Bo Xun looked at everything that was happening around him, at the world being changed by him, the hell that was being made so beautiful by him, but there was only a emptiness in his heart that was like the original universe.

He wanted to create a better world for Master, a world where there would be no more suffering.Now he has done it, but what about his master?

His master didn't even see him...

When Asu Yun approached him, he saw Bo Xun hugging the bloody body of Kannamara tightly, shaking back and forth gently, and seemed to be humming a little tune intermittently from his nose.

Asu Yun will never know the meaning of this minor tune.