Dozens of swords pressed down from all directions, all using the same sword moves as he had just used. The coffin-like space was instantly frozen by frost, and an oppressive chill filled the air.

Cheng Qian secretly said "trouble", and crouched down with Frost Blade in hand.

Sea Tide Sword - Turn the Tide.

The fake frost and snow that the sword intent swept through the sky seemed to prop up an invisible cover in the air, blocking the downward force of dozens of swords like an invulnerable weapon. After a loud bang, sparks flew, and the people in the mirror holding swords retreated in all directions.

Cheng Qian no longer gave them the chance to besiege him. His body moved as fast as lightning, and the frost blade in his hand kept spinning. The nine-transformation "Youwei" hook and stab turned back, and the sword shadow was like an elusive ghost, and he instantly penetrated into the crowd.

The people in the mirror were too crowded, and he couldn't get close to them at once, and they were holding each other back.

Cheng Qian suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand to grab the frost blade, as if he had picked up a sword energy at will, waved his hand, and with a "ping pong" sound, more than a dozen mirrors shattered at the same time, each spitting out a handful of black smoke, and quickly gathered in the air.

Cheng Qian was just about to deal with the black shadow, but when he saw the mirror shattered, the many homeless people in the mirror went crazy and rushed towards him again recklessly. One of them had his body cut in half by the frost blade, but he was still pestering him.

This just happened to block Cheng Qian's way, and when he looked again, the black gas had disappeared.

Because the person in the mirror was relentless, the scene became extremely bloody. In just a few short breaths, Cheng Qian had seen "himself without a head", "himself without arms", "himself with half of his body missing", "himself with his stomach ripped open" and so on.

Fortunately, he is a heartless spirit-gathering jade. If it were someone with a fragile heart, he might have been scared to tears.

Just when he was tripped by the many people in the mirror, the black gas that had just disappeared slipped down the corner of the wall and drilled into a small palm-sized mirror in the corner. The mirror flickered for a moment, revealing a smiling face surrounded by black gas.

Cheng Qian killed dozens of people in the mirror. The blood splashed on their faces was warm and fishy, ​​just like the blood of living people.

Without changing his expression, he nailed the last person in the mirror to the ground with a single sword. The cold air from the frost blade condensed a layer of fine white frost on the person in the mirror. The person in the mirror had the same eyes and brows as Cheng Qian, and there seemed to be a slight eerie smile in his cruelty, which gave Cheng Qian goose bumps.

At this moment, a cluster of black gas suddenly gushed out of the small mirror that he had ignored, covering Cheng Qian like a fishing net. The black gas was strange in some way, and it seemed to penetrate into the gaps between people's bones, locking every one of his joints tightly.

Cheng Qian maintained the posture of nailing the person in the mirror to the ground, unable to move at all.

A blurry black shadow flashed out from behind him, and a male voice said, "Oh? You are a master of the Fuyao Sect. I recognize this 'Unhappy Death Sword'."

As he spoke, a pale hand stretched out in front of Cheng Qian, lightly brushed the Frost Blade Sword, and then retracted his hand with a gasp as if afraid of something.

He laughed softly and said, "You are indeed extraordinary, Brother Cheng. I heard that you caused a great disturbance in Zhaoyang City alone and killed the leader of Huanxi Sect. When the big and small perverts in Huanxi Sect heard about it, they all clamored to seek revenge on you."

The black energy that had seeped into Cheng Qian's body jumped up and down along with the hand of the demon cultivator in front of him. The demon cultivator seemed to feel that the time was almost right. He glanced greedily at Cheng Qian and said with a smile: "Give me all your cultivation through the mirror image!"

After saying this, he pulled the big net woven by the black air fiercely, as if he wanted to pull Cheng Qian's soul out of his body.

The pull didn't work, and the demon cultivator's face changed: "What!"

I saw a cluster of frost spreading rapidly from the end of the black net. Cheng Qian, who was originally unable to move, raised his hand and pulled off the black net that was wrapped around his body. The frozen black net floated in his hand as if it had no weight.

Cheng Qian said softly: "You have heard about me causing a big disturbance in Zhaoyang City, but you have never heard that... Am I not made of flesh and blood?"

Before the demon cultivator could react to what "not flesh and blood" meant, Cheng Qian gathered and pulled the black net, which suddenly turned into a whip and swung it over his head. The demon cultivator was startled and turned into a ball of black gas that floated away. When he landed on the ground, he was already several steps away.

However, the sword intent of the frosty blade was like a thorn in the flesh, which could not be shaken off. The cold sword intent and murderous aura had not yet subsided, and it was particularly scary among the corpses covered with blood and flesh.

The demon cultivator fled in panic, but a ray of sword light "drilled" out from a very strange place, creating a big tear in the front of his lapel and almost hurting him vitals. He gasped, and the next moment, tens of millions of frost blade swords surged around him, trapping him firmly inside.

The demon cultivator turned around suddenly and saw Cheng Qian's face, which was as calm as a thousand-year-old ice pond - that was something that a mirror image could never learn.

It was like those powerful beings who ascended to the upper realms in the legend, with mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, without any sadness or joy.

When the evil cultivator saw that he was at his wit's end, he immediately looked ruthless. He puffed up his sleeves, black air surged up, and his whole body turned into a huge black barrel.

After all, Cheng Qian was not specifically responsible for exorcising demons and defending the Way. He had fought with only a limited number of demon cultivators and had never seen such methods. By the time he reacted, it was too late - the demon cultivator forced all the demonic energy into his flesh and blood, and his body exploded instantly, blowing up all the surrounding sword shadows in an instant. Even the walls formed by the surrounding formations of the Ten Directions Formation were infected by the flesh and blood emitting black energy, and a "hissing" sound was made.

The Frost Blade made a light "hum" sound, and Cheng Qian quickly retreated, thinking, "It's over. If this puppet talisman breaks again, Senior Brother will nag me to death."

But the next moment, the strange ear shape suddenly appeared in his palm, illuminating the surroundings, so bright that Cheng Qian couldn't open his eyes for a while. When he looked again, the flesh and blood of the demon cultivator had been completely dissolved - most demon cultivators have the method of taking over other people's bodies, and abandoning their physical bodies to take over other people's bodies has been successful many times.

Unfortunately, this time the demon cultivator finally hit a wall, and his soul failed to escape. After a scream, he was enveloped in the white light and screamed in fear: "Listen, listen..."

After that, he became silent and his soul shattered on the spot.

Cheng Qian stood there in confusion, watching the "ear" in his hand that appeared out of nowhere, dim again after completing the attack, and disappear into his flesh in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

Listen to money? Listen to the past... or listen to something else?

He originally thought it was just an ordinary spiritual object of the formation, but he didn't expect that this thing was so mysterious. Cheng Qian secretly decided that after this matter was over, he would find Li Yun or Tang Zhen to ask clearly.

He opened the ring given by Heshi and peeked outside through the mirror inside. He saw that among the two rows of candles, one of the white candles and one of the Panlong candles representing the devil cultivators had each gone out. In such a short while, one person from each side had died.

It turns out he is the fastest.

Cheng Qian stared at the extinguished white candle for a moment, wondering which of the powerful people who was implicated in the incident had died. Practicing cultivation was so difficult. Chance, talent, diligence and understanding were all essential. It took hundreds and thousands of years to achieve a soul, and now he was gone like this?

He suddenly felt sad for the death of the rabbit and the grief of his own kind.

Cheng Qian put the ring back on his hand and continued walking forward, thinking, "I wonder how my senior brother is doing."

But after a while, he was already worried. Cheng Qian realized what was happening and couldn't help but laugh bitterly at himself, "Could this be what it means when you don't see each other for a day, it feels like a long time?"

Suddenly, a thick fog rose from the Ten Directions Formation. When Cheng Qian came to his senses, he was teleported to another place in the blink of an eye.

He thought quickly, "Yes, a white candle went out, which means that a demon cultivator has killed his opponent just like me. Could it be that he will be the next one to face?"

Cheng Qian had just landed when a violent demonic energy swept over him. The frost blade almost brought out a dragon's roar when it was unsheathed. He pushed out the "Searching Up and Down" move with great force, and it seemed that he had hit something huge in the darkness.

At the same time, the spiritual consciousness released by Cheng Qian collided with another domineering and tough spiritual consciousness in the air. Cheng Qian's heart was suddenly shocked, and he flicked his fingers without hesitation and drew out a long and thin flame, illuminating an area of ​​ten feet away.

I saw a shadow of a black dragon falling to the ground and transforming into a familiar person, standing ten steps away from him.

Han Yuan.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment.

Cheng Qian didn't expect to meet Han Yuan so soon. He was silent for a while. He was thinking about how to break the deadlock. Then he couldn't help but think of the white candle that had just been extinguished.

Cheng Qian suddenly realized that from the time when the Vermillion Bird Tower came into being until now, which step of Han Yuan's journey had not been stained with human blood?

Will those who bear blood debts to their masters and peers just let it go?

Han Yuan spoke first, "I thought it would take a long time before I met the next person. Junior Brother's decisiveness in killing is no less than that of us notorious Nightmare Walkers."

Cheng Qian flicked his finger, and the small flame suspended in his hand exploded in midair, forming a lotus shape, and slowly floated above the two people's heads like a river lantern, illuminating the gloomy Ten Square Formation as if it were bathed in moonlight. He put the frost blade back into the scabbard without hesitation, and the cold iron scabbard gently knocked the ground, and then sat down next to him, beckoning to the world's greatest demon, and said, "Come here."

Han Yuan stood there without moving.

Cheng Qian: "Are you the inner demon or Han Yuan? Tell Han Yuan to come out and talk to me."

“Han Yuan” sneered: “Han-Yuan, one day, I will completely eliminate that waste.”

Having said this, he still closed his eyes slightly. After a moment, the tyranny in those red eyes suddenly disappeared. Although his gaze was a little evasive, it became clear inside.

The real Han Yuan walked to Cheng Qian silently, sat down silently, and said softly: "Junior Brother."

When the little beggar was young, he was not good-looking. He was a naughty boy who only knew how to give bad ideas and laugh foolishly. When he grew up, he still could not be considered particularly handsome.

He is tall but has very thin cheeks, and he wears a black robe with a coiled dragon pattern. His temperament is always tense. He often plays two roles, so he is wrapped in a layer of capricious evil aura, which makes him look like a different kind of human.

Cheng Qian looked up at the Ten Direction Formation, which was surrounded by clouds and mist and was extremely oppressive. After a moment, he retracted his gaze and looked at Han Yuan, and asked calmly, "What do you want to do now that things have come to this?"

Han Yuan did not answer, but just looked at him deeply.

Cheng Qian asked again: "Why did you jump into the sea? Why did you run away and hang out with the nightmare walkers? Why did you indulge your inner demons? Hmm?"

Han Yuan lowered his eyes.

Cheng Qian: "Tang Zhen said that if Master hadn't sealed Master's immortality, you might have been able to get the title of Bei Ming from him one day... Since you are so powerful, why do you still want to go to the foot of Fuyao Mountain to listen to the mountain sounds?"

Han Yuan suddenly clenched his teeth.

Cheng Qian nudged him lightly with his calf: "What did you hear when you listened to the mountain sounds?"

This time, Han Yuan finally spoke. He said in a hoarse voice, "I heard the thatch on the thatched hut in the Unknown Hall fluttering, and the three-legged door table of Master was banging on the ground. There was a big bird flapping its wings in the wind, and its feathers were flying. I guess... it might be a puddle."

Cheng Qian said, "In the Unknown Hall... the master gave each of us a precept. Yours was 'Rock' and mine was 'Freedom'. He also said that the first step to enter the sect was to copy the sect rules. You cheated and said you couldn't read, and refused to write."

Han Yuan showed an expression that seemed like crying and laughing.

Cheng Qian asked, "When you said you wanted to take Junior Sister's demon bone, did you really mean it?"

Han Yuan slowly raised his head.

Cheng Qian said softly: "As long as you say no, I will believe you."

When they were playing together as children, Han Yuan was the one who talked incessantly, while Cheng Qian ignored him and occasionally gave a perfunctory "hmm" or "ah". But now it seems to be the other way around, with Cheng Qian asking questions non-stop and Han Yuan being very frugal with his words.

Han Yuan listened and avoided answering. He just said slowly: "The hand that Tianyan claims to be able to bring peace to the world is like a tree with deep roots. It has been hidden for many years. What is revealed is only the tip of the iceberg."

Cheng Qian listened expressionlessly, not looking surprised.

Seeing him like this, Han Yuan said, "Oh, now you know. So it seems that you also understand why our master was possessed by the devil and why Island Master Gu died unjustly?"

Cheng Qian: "I didn't ask you these--"

Han Yuan interrupted him and said, "Then do you know that there are also people from Tianyan in Tiansuoxiantai? In addition to yours, a poor sect with only three or five people wandering around, there are people from Tianyan in all the big and small sects..."

Seeing that he kept talking about something else, Cheng Qian's anger surged up to his forehead. He suppressed his anger and said word by word, "I didn't ask you that!"

Han Yuan said to himself: "Jiang Peng was led into the Soul Devouring Lamp while traveling. At that time, if he did not suppress the Soul Devouring Lamp and fell into the ghost path, he would become a victim like those ghosts. But do you know who passed on the ghost path skills to him?"

Cheng Qian had never heard of this, but he didn't care at all at this moment. His fists hanging at his sides clenched involuntarily, and his calm expression finally broke, revealing his deep-seated anger.

"Master only said that he was the first resentful soul to be buried under the Soul Devouring Lamp. Do you know who the second and third ones were?" Han Yuan said, "It's fifty miles away from Fuyao Mountain, in Taiyin Mountain, right where you and I are now, in an unknown town. Jiang Peng went crazy and killed more than fifty villagers... Nine out of ten houses were empty. Only one family put their infant child in a basket and hung it in the well. He hid in the well for three days before being fished out by an old beggar who passed by and wanted to ask for water."

Cheng Qian was stunned, and felt as if something was about to come out -

Why didn't Tianyan set up the Demon Slaying Formation at the old site of Fuyao Mountain when they intercepted Han Yuan, but had to set it up at the foot of Taiyin Mountain fifty miles away?

Why did the master only take a fancy to Han Yuan when there were so many beggar children in the world?

"The child followed the old beggar and became a little beggar. More than ten years later, he was taken away by a master who thought he was a real person in a dilapidated temple. From then on, he had a yard to live in, cranes to play with, clean clothes to wear, and his fellow apprentices allowed him to eat and drink every day. Even gods don't have such a happy life..." Han Yuan slowly turned to Cheng Qian, his eyes fell on his chest. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "A painting soul, nothing else."

When Han Yuan said this, his eyes suddenly changed, as if the Han Yuan who was struggling in pain, dodging and confused had disappeared again, and the tyrannical demon had taken over his body again.

He sneered softly: "They are the hands that bring peace to the world. Are we, the ants in the world, just allowed to be rubbed by those hands? Since the great way has to be brought by such a dirty hand, why can't I rebel? Anyway, at this point, everyone hates me, and no one will forgive me!"

"No one will forgive you?" Cheng Qian's heart snapped. He repeated it word by word, looking straight into Han Yuan's eyes, "Who won't forgive you?"

Han Yuan... that inner demon smiled with ridicule, and said, "Don't the head brother and the others hate me? If it weren't for me, the Fuyao Sect wouldn't have become the target of public criticism. How could the eldest brother have been infected with the inner demon because of a hundred years of... Haha, the pain of lovesickness, and let me take advantage of him in the Suzaku Tower? What about you? Don't you hate me? You admitted it yourself that you killed me and were struck by lightning in the southern border..."

"Big Brother went to great lengths to clean up the mess you made so that you could return to the sect, and you say he hates you?" Cheng Qian could no longer bear it and roared, "If I hated you, I would never tolerate your nonsense and would have killed you long ago as a sacrifice to the sword!"

Cheng Qian's mind was in a mess. He was filled with endless worries about how the matter would end, and was deeply disappointed that Han Yuan had always avoided answering the question of whether to pump out the monster bones from the water pit. The memories in the Tingshan Formation evoked old feelings and recollections, all mixed together.

He suddenly threw the Frost Blade aside and punched Han Yuan in the side of his face: "How can you say that!"

It was not known whether it was the inner demon or Han Yuan's people who had not been prepared for his bare-handed beating, and they were hit by him, and a ridiculous bruise suddenly appeared on their faces.

Cheng Qian grabbed his collar and pressed his knee hard into his waist and abdomen: "How many times have I told you to tell Master, but when did I really complain? Han Yuan, do you think you have no conscience now that you are possessed by a demon?"

Han Yuan's eyes were blurred with tears. He didn't know whether he was crying or the tears were forced out by the beating in the eyes.

Cheng Qian pushed Han Yuan against the wall, making a dull thud. He was still not satisfied and roared, "Who doesn't want revenge? Are you the only one who is so bloody? In order to get revenge, you have to do whatever it takes, causing chaos in the world, and making countless people become the same 'ants' as you were back then? Do you have to tear out the bones of your junior sister for revenge? Then why did you give her the soul-searching needle back then? Why didn't you strangle her to death while she was still young!"

Cheng Qian suddenly felt indescribably uncomfortable. He gasped and staggered back a step, as if he was unable to stand steadily due to his rare and violent fluctuations in emotions.

He clenched his bruised knuckles, stood still for a long time, and cursed in a low voice: "Asshole!"

Han Yuan put his hands in front of his face, and his back seemed to be pulled out of a bone and slowly collapsed. After hearing the curse, he slid down the wall and sat on the ground.

Then, without warning, an unbearable sob broke out.