Didi... Didi...

The sound of water drops lingering in my ears.

Xu Yi suddenly woke up, turned over and gasped.

My whole body was sweating profusely, as if I was fished out of the water.

After a long time, he looked up blankly and found himself in a dilapidated and narrow room.

The sink was filled with stained dishes and the water was almost overflowing.

The faucet was not tightened, and the water droplets kept falling.

There was a strong smell of mold in the room, which was disgusting.

The quilt on the bed is black and smelly, with a rotten smell.

Xu Yi was weak and had difficulty getting up. He stretched out his skinny hand and wiped it on the dusty mirror. He saw a face with high cheekbones and deep eye sockets.

This is Xu Yi's face, no longer strong and resolute, as if he had been plagued by illness for a long time, and his life will not last long.

The back of the hand is covered with pinholes, and it is difficult to raise your hand.

He gasped for several breaths, got up hard, and pulled open the black curtains covering the windows.

As the sun shone, when it penetrated through the window, Xu Yi's eyes turned black and he almost fainted. He stumbled and retreated. He sat by the bed, gasping for breath, sweat again, and a sense of weakness once again spread throughout his body.

Crunch...

The door is open.

A pretty girl walked in with a black plate.

Her face was full of disgust and disgust, and she threw the black plate on the ground casually, turned around and left.

The plate fell to the ground with two moldy steamed buns stained with dust.

Xu Yi stood up with difficulty, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground. He crawled away with all his strength, held the moldy steamed bun in his hand, and put it in his mouth and took a big bite.

The strange smell made him retching constantly and he wanted to spit out the steamed buns, but the hunger feeling made him cover his mouth tightly and swallow the steamed buns wildly.

Tears rinse and fall.

Finally, after eating the two steamed buns, Xu Yi lay on the ground motionless, like a dead dog.

The door opened again, and a burly man walked in, carrying Xu Yi's clothes and took him out.

The sun was extremely dazzling, and he subconsciously closed his eyes and could not see anything.

Soon after, he was thrown heavily to the ground, and his bones made an overwhelming crackling sound.

In front of me are white paper, with pens and ink placed next to it.

"Write out all the exercises you have learned."

The man's fierce voice resounded in his ears.

Xu Yi resisted in his heart, but his body took the initiative to hold the pen and kept writing on the blank paper.

He was too weak, so he had to stop writing for a while and rest for a while before he could continue writing.

After a while, the man came back, picked up the paper written by Xu Yi, looked carefully, and was furious and kicked Xu Yi to death.

"What did you write? I asked you to write the martial arts!"

The man stepped on Xu Yi's head, shouted angrily, and spitted at Xu Yi.

Xu Yi didn't answer, just grinned.

He didn't know why he had fallen to this point, but it would be impossible to be obedient!

"Do you think you can die if you want to die? I have countless ways to torture people, which will make you try one by one. When will I write down the Chaos Mind Sutra, Tianluo Dou Qi, Zhenwu Shura Jue, and Chaos Origin Mind Method, and when will I let you die? If I don't write it for a day, I torture you for a day, I won't write it for ten thousand years, I will torture you forever!"

day to day.

Xu Yi's screams never stopped.

From a spiritual, physical, spiritual, and in all aspects, Xu Yi suffered inhuman torture.

Whenever he was about to die, the man would feed him a pill to prolong his life.

The endless torture did not make Xu Yi compromise at all.

At the beginning, Xu Yi had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

But over time, Xu Yi lost the idea of ​​committing suicide. The torture he suffered became more and more painful, but his eyes became clearer and clearer.

He regards all these sufferings as practice.

Ten thousand years, two thousand years, thirty thousand years...

A full hundred thousand years.

The man appeared in front of Xu Yi again, but he was no longer as fierce as he used to be, with a calm smile on his face.

"Everything you care about has been wiped out, your obsession has become empty talk. Your life is a joke, why do you still have to persist?"

“For change.”

Xu Yi's eyes were clear and neither sad nor happy: "Maybe you are right, everything I care about is wiped out, my obsession became empty talk, my life was just a joke, but I am still alive, all living things are born and lacking, what is left behind in the process of birth to the end of life?"

The man frowned: "What is it?"

Xu Yi grinned: "It's a choice, it's a change."

"Before the age of sixteen, I was just a weak and sickly young master. I ran away from home and made a choice. Rise in southern Xinjiang was a change. I was a chess piece from birth. I chose to resist. In the end, I killed the person who regarded me as a chess piece. This is change. I took protection as my obsession and tried my best to protect everything I wanted to protect. This is a choice. I did it, or I didn't do it, it is a change."

"In fact, whether it is successful or not or not, in my opinion, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I did it."

Xu Yi's eyes were filled with Gu Jing Wubo: "I chose to do it. I tried my best to do it. I can be in pain, heartbreaking, sad and desperate, and proud, but I will not regret it. I have a clear conscience."

"Do you hate me?"

The man asked with interest: "I ruined everything about you and tortured you for hundreds of thousands of years."

"Hate."

Xu Yi smiled: "I hate you, so if possible, I will try my best to erase your existence, but at the same time, I also thank you. Without you, my mood would always have defects. It was you who let me know that I have lost everything and are not afraid of losing everything again. Instead, I will embrace the future and embrace everything I have even more forcefully."

"Hahaha……"

The man laughed: "You thank me and hate me, then what would you do?"

Xu Yi said seriously: "Senior, if you have anything you want to do, I can try to see if I can do it for you. After I do it, I will erase the traces of your existence."

"What a clear grudge, then don't you worry that I will erase you now?"

"You can choose to do this, and I can choose to resist."

After the words came, Xu Yi's clothes, soaked in endless blood, suddenly turned into the robe of the Southern Xinjiang king. His dry and thin body became strong and upright. In his hands, the intact Mutian spear was tightly clamped. Behind him, nine-colored light surged, and the phantom of the nine artifacts appeared.

Blood light covers everything, and the power of Shura covers the sky and the sun.

In my mind, the Chaos Intention Sutra was silently recited, as if a sound resounded from ancient times.

The red fighting spirit merges with the power of Shura, covering the black Mutian Gun, rendering the Mutian Gun scarlet red.

There were blood drops falling from the tip of the gun.

The man spoke with great interest: "Deprive."

Everything that Xu Yi showed disappeared without a trace.

He became an extremely thin skinny again, wearing bloody clothes, and was bound in countless chains.

Xu Yi spoke calmly: "Recover."

The void twisted, and another Xu Yi stepped out of the void.

The man couldn't help but open his mouth, then laughed, his body melted, and there was a dark thread left.

"Little guy, you are right. All living things are born with flaws. I want to see if my power of "Search on the Heart" can make up for you. When you stand tall in the starry sky, you can erect a monument to me."

The black line was so thunderous that it penetrated Xu Yi's heart.

Rumble...

The sky is spinning.
Chapter completed!