The most terrifying thing about darkness is that you never know what is inside.[((

That fear of the unknown is deeply rooted in the hearts of every creature. Fear will transform all terrible things that you can imagine and unimaginable to invade you, pulling you to the invincible abyss, and will never turn over forever.

Chen Lian can see the smallest, but cannot infer the specificity in the darkness. However, he has no fear, nor any other emotions. His mind is not a calm lake that can stir up the wind and waves, but like the ice that has been frozen for thousands of years, without any change.

The cold heart can overcome all obstacles at any time and kill all obstacles to the road to seeking the Tao. He has a firmness that he has never had in his life, and nothing in the world can stop his cold and fearless heart of Tao.

This time he no longer tried a challenger, but a great Taoist who truly reached the top of the world. He clearly understood himself, and would not be shaken by his life as if he was about to disappear at any time like a candle.

He grasped the present, and the best moment in life was the present.

The strong essence of life is no longer retained, and the light of the light finally turns into a river of life that is more brilliant than the stars.

The darkness shattered and the sea disappeared. A cave finally appeared in front of him. The cave door was tightly closed, with ten words written on it, "Lingtai Square Cun Mountain Slanting Moon Three Star Cave".

The river of life transformed by Shenlian did not hesitate at all, and rushed to the cave door, like a flood, and the essence of life was poured out. The cave door was knocked open and went straight into the depths of the cave sky.

The cave heaven is beyond imagination, with countless bead palaces and beads, quiet rooms and secluded residences flashed one by one, and the distant avenues resounded in the cave heaven without hesitation. Each mysterious sound is a condensation of exquisite Taoist techniques. There are thousands of such mysterious sounds, forming countless magical powers.

Even though Taiwei Pavilion has the wealth of Qingxuan for thousands of years, its magical powers are still insignificant compared to the Taoist arts contained in the mysterious sounds of the Great Dao in the Cave Heaven.

This was just a feeling of Chen Lian's momentary experience. Soon he transformed into a new shape. A Yaotai in front of him stood silently. Yan Xu stood on it in a moon-white Taoist robe. Through the magical powers and Taoist techniques transformed by countless great mysteries, the two of them had no other thoughts, just wanted to kill each other and occupy all the mysteries of the cave heaven.

The grievances and grievances of the past, the cause and effect from Qingxuan, all dissipated like clouds and smoke in the deep eyes of the two.

Yanxu, with a smile, the moon-white Taoist robe fluttered without wind, as if it was about to sweep the world.

He stretched out his fist, as if he could punch a hole in the sky, and in the blink of an eye he came to Chen Lian.

This punch traveled through space and condensed time, and it was impossible to avoid it.

Chen Lian's heart of Tao, which was harder than Vajra, was not disturbed at all. With a casual grasp, countless mysterious sounds of the great Dao were held in his hand like dust. He gently swept it, and the river of magic power directly hit Yanxu's punch that domineering the world.

The blazing fire covered the fists, and lightning roared, shaking all the void. The invisible force spread from all directions. Except for the scattered energy inside, there was no sign of breaking.

The space here is solid, imaginative.

The fist shattered, and twelve demons of different shapes were born, each of them standing tall, and in front of them, they were as small as dust.

Countless violent demon powers were leaking down like the Milky Way fell to the sky.

A light sword roar emerged, and a violent attack like a tsunami disappeared invisible in the sword roar. It is impossible to describe the sword technique that refines the highest level of the world. Every thorn is so confident that it can easily defeat the energy.

He stood tall and stood tall, as if he was not as good as the world's fireworks, and he chuckled silently, as if he was ridiculing the demon in front of him that had brute force.

Yanxu came to the middle of the demon god in one step. Twelve demon gods entered his body one by one, making his originally handsome body extremely majestic, with raised muscles and meridians tangled, like countless black ropes tangled with each other.

And his face was actually handsome, like a marble carving, with a straight body, even taller than a javelin, and a burly body full of explosive power.

At this time, he was no longer the demon lord in the world, but had become a great demon king who could destroy the world. He was scattered with ancient and terrifying powerful aura, endlessly spreading across the ancient and modern times.

A scimitar is like an eyebrow, small and exquisite, and is held in his hand, forming a strange contrast, but it is integrated and cannot find any discord.

Yanxu still looked at Chen Lian calmly, looked down from a high point, and slowly said, "Chen Lian I will remember you, remember your past, remember your mystery, and remember everything that is new in the depths of your thinking."

Chen Lian raised his head and looked at Yan Xu, who was full of momentum. He was one of the most outstanding figures in this world since ancient times and the only demon lord in the world who can be his opponent today.

But his heart was not filled with any unnecessary emotions, as if the next step was not a battle to achieve enlightenment, but was about to have a casual conversation with someone.

He wanted to smile gently, but the indifference and silence on his face could not be gone, and a faint voice floated out, "From now on, everything in Yanxu will be history."

Yanxu said without commenting, "This knife is called 'Red Dust', also called 'Sentient beings'."

Yanxu's sword had already come out before he spoke. In Shen Lian's eyes, the energy transformed from the sword turned into countless tangible or invisible silk threads, wrapping the entire cave, forming a sky net that cannot be struggled out, sparse and not leaking.

Because the source of the net is not only Yanxu's sword, but also the resentment of sentient beings, the troubles of the world, and Shen Lian's own demonic obstacles.

The power of this sword is absolutely not considered to destroy the world, but it explains all the exquisite explanations of the magical method of transforming into freedom into one sword.

In front of this sword, Chen Lian's proud unmoved heart actually felt a little throbbing.

After all, it is the heart, how can it remain unmoved? Chen Lian's thought flashes out of this mind. This thought for a lifetime means that he has been attacked by his own demonic obstacles, and his cold and erect heart of Tao has been shaken.

His heart was filled with inspiration, and the essence of "The Shangqing Spirit Treasure naturally locks the mind and calms the mind and explains the true interpretation", but it ended abruptly.

The big net will be wrapped in an inch and a tiny slimming, allowing the light of his life to be washed away little by little. Every time his heart thrusts, it will be cut apart by the net cable. There is no pain, only gradually decay and countless times of fear.

Innumerable silk screens wrapped Shen Lian, forming a huge black cocoon, making it difficult for Chen Lian to even swing the sword.

The hardships of the world and boundless sentient beings are all the source of the power of the black cocoon. After being broken through the resolute Taoist heart, they are suppressed in such a way that they cannot resist at all.

Unless he surrenders his throbbing heart and regains his mind and calms his mind from the interference of the suffering world and the thoughts of endless sentient beings.

(To be continued.)8
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