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Chapter 647 Deity Transformation (6)

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In the sky, cloud turtles slowly soared among the clouds, in the fairy palace, the former immortal king closed his eyes tightly, and a look of pain appeared on his beautiful face.`

Bai Yi, who was trapped in the inner demon calamity, saw the childhood years forced to open by the inner demon. The memory he sealed with his own hands was revealed in front of him like memories...

The boy who was going down the mountain slid down from a vine halfway up the mountain, patted the grass clippings on his body at the foot of the mountain, mischievously picked up a piece of grass, hugged his hands behind his head, and leisurely jumped onto a bluestone in the forest.

The clear blue sky is the place where young people can let their dreams fly, and Bai Yi always fantasizes that one day he can fly into the sky like those clouds.

He likes to look at the sky, especially the blue sky, but different colors appear in the sky today.

Dark clouds began to appear in a corner of the sky, rolling towards the green mountains.

"Is it going to rain?"

The boy spitted out the grass in his mouth bored, but he had no intention of getting up. Even if it rained, it would not take much time to run from here to home, because the small mountain village was built near the foot of the mountain.

"That's not rain... it's human!"

The boy who had always looked at the sky finally saw the dark clouds rolling from the sky. There were many figures in the clouds. Lights like thunder arcs flashed among the figures, and there would be fires appearing from time to time. The sound of yelling and killing was getting closer and closer.`

"Immortal!"

As he stood up on the bluestone, Bai Yi watched in surprise as the figures fighting were getting closer and closer. He finally saw the legendary cultivators, but the immortals ignored the plans of mortals. In the fierce battle, the sea of ​​ice, rain, fire and fire rose one after another, and from time to time, some terrifying stones fell from the sky.

boom!

Not far away, a large rock flew out from the figures of those fierce fighting, smashed several big trees that only two people could embrace into powder. The remaining power of Taoism that cultivators unintentionally exuded in the fierce fighting was also as terrifying as the power of heaven in the eyes of young people.

"elder brother!"

Not far away, a little girl jumped over in the forest, waving the orchid she had just picked in her hand, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to that of the boy.

"It's thunder. Brother, let's go home!"

The sound of the huge rock falling sounded like a thunderous sound to the girl. The sister playing at the foot of the mountain happily greeted her brother home. At this time, her parents should have already cooked the fire. When the brother and sister returned home, there would be a fragrant dinner in front of her. After dinner, she would pester her brother to tell the story of the strange pupa on the top of the mountain. She could not climb the high green mountain, so she was very curious about the silkworm pupa called Wanpo.`

Her name is Bai Lian'er, Bai Yi's biological sister...

The fight in the distance gradually spread, and the boy on the bluestone's eyes became dull at this time. Bai Yi's soul, who was watching all this in the sky, involuntarily entered the boy's body, and then a short and crazy look appeared in the boy's eyes.

"Liang'er, run away!"

The heart-wrenching cry turned into a strange silence when it opened its mouth. Bai Yi watched a huge rock fall from the sky, completely erasing the girl's figure from this world, except for a piece of bright red hands that was stained with bright red...

"No!!!"

The boy on the bluestone roared madly towards the huge rock. He pushed it desperately, but couldn't push it. The unstrong shoulders had been blurred by the huge rock, and they were still constantly hitting the cold stone.

Back to memory, Bai Yi and Bai Yi's thoughts completely overlapped at this moment. Whether it was the carefree young man in the mountain village or the Xiaoyao Immortal Lord who had reached the peak of the human world, they tried their best to do it. They just wanted to push the stone away...

The power was gradually exhausted, and the panting boy slid down the boulder weakly. It was raining in the sky. The tears in his eyes mixed with the rain, and finally spread throughout the world...

Boom!

The sound of thunder sounded again, but the boy could hear it. It was not thunder, but the muffled sound of the huge rock falling again. In the heavy rain, the boy named Bai Yi watched helplessly as the outline of the blurry mountain village in the rain curtain, gradually being buried by countless huge rocks...

I don’t know when the rain stopped, but the heavy rain that was raging in my heart could not stop in my life.

The quiet mountain village in the past has now become ruins, and the whole village has been killed in this unforgettable disaster, except Bai Yi.

"Immortals..."

The boy standing in the ruins could no longer see where the fighting strong men went, and his fists were pinched out of blood.

"So this is the immortal!!!"

The shrill and hoarse roar echoed in the ruins for a long time. On the green mountains, the boy picked off a strange pupa called Wanpo, looked back at the butterfly waving his wings on the branches, left his hometown and embarked on the road of cultivation. From then on, an eternal star rose in the world of cultivation, and the one holding up the star was the real sea of ​​corpses and blood.

In the bloody world, the light gate opened by the inner demon has disappeared, and the giant sword condensed by Bai Yi's entire mind has once again changed from a transparent outline to a solidified one.

It turns out that what was sealed by myself was not a memory, but a heart-wrenching sadness...

The sword of Taoist heart, shrouded by sadness, lost its original sharpness. The inner demon opened its dry hands, and the nightmare showed a successful smirk. Soon, the strong man called the war immortal will be completely swallowed by them.

After sadness, there was anger. The endless flames rose up on the Daoxin Sword, and fine cracks appeared on the sword body. This irrepressible anger could burn off all things in the world. Even the Daoxin would be destroyed in the anger.

"Angry, Lord Immortal Lord, all the cultivators who kill mortals should die, and you, Zhan Xian Baiyi, are the initiators of the killing disaster!"

The whisper of the inner demon's instigation sounded again: "Those who slaughter billions of people of the same race need to pass the killing disaster. One day, ten thousand bones are undone, and ten thousand heavenly thunder are destroyed. Are the mortals who die in the hands of your war immortals ninety million or eighty million? The human race in the outer realm are also human races, and they have family and brothers and sisters like you. If you slaughter billions of people of the same race, shouldn't you repay them with your life? Give up, Lord Immortal Lord, only I can eliminate the pain and self-blame in your heart..."

The memories of childhood, coupled with the arrival of the killing disaster, the cunning inner demon used the most insidious method of attacking the heart, trying to completely defeat Bai Yi's state of mind!

The murder caused by the murderous catastrophe formed the strongest contrast with the desolate past in childhood memories. The fall of Butterfly caused the rage of the war immortal. In the fierce battle with the corpse immortal, there were as many as billions of human races outside the territory, and the corpse soul realm ruled by the corpse immortal became riddled with holes.

Bai Yi's killing disaster was revealed by the cunning inner demon at this time. The purpose of the inner demon was to arouse Bai Yi's guilt and self-blame, and regard this negative emotion brought by the heavenly tribulation as the last straw that broke the camel's back!

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