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Yan Fengwu felt as if her heart was trembling, and her soul was trembling. This kind of feeling only appeared when Yan Lengyue first appeared in front of his eyes. However, today, facing another soul that was completely different from Yan Lanyue's, this feeling came once again. It was even more intense than before.

"How could this be?"

"Am I really in love with her?"

"Or is it because I was just reluctant to part with her for a dozen days?"

"Maybe it's really like she said. My feelings for Sister Yue are just an illusion?"

"What should I do?"

"What should I do!?"

The sword spirit that had been leaning against the mountain wall sank into despair, the memories of the past slowly gnawing into his mind.

"The common people, is it for the common people again?"

The memory of the Sword Spirit made her head hurt.

At this time, no matter if it was Yan Fengwu or the sword spirit, they didn't know that their shared experiences had already led to a whole new stage of the Art of Life.

Demons are the symbol of obsession, and only those with a deep obsession will be bedeviled. Demon beings' obsession with emotions is stronger than their obsession with the body, so in the world of demons, the soul is the most important, and the body can be abandoned.

As for Yan Fengwu, he used the Buried Heart Sword Spirit Body's Buried Heart to cast the Art of Truth. He used the Spirit Perception of the Sacrificial Sword Spirit to bind the two of them, thus using this technique to cast the Art of Truth.

And for the past few days, the sword spirits had been incessantly absorbing the pure emotions that Yan Lengyue had developed from her nostalgia for Yan Lengyue.

All of these had long since formed a deep connection between their thoughts. Once one of them became too active, the other would have the same thought in his mind.

Because they had spent the past few days together and had absorbed Yan Fengwu's pure emotions, the sword spirits had a strange feeling about Yan Fengwu. Their thousand years of numbing their true feelings had been influenced by Yan Fengwu at this moment, and now, once they found out that this moment was just an illusion, the pain in their heart had been sealed for thousands of years by their memories, and at this moment, all of their memories flooded into their thoughts.

The bitter waters of the mind tide set off monstrous waves, causing her to feel incomparable pain.

The entanglement of the Life and Death Art had caused his already painful mind to be unable to restrain this wave of thought:

Several thousand years ago, she was just an ordinary person. She was neither a devil nor a demon.

He was also an ordinary person, and the two of them were in ordinary love.

That day, a man-eating tiger came to the village, and quite a few people were eaten by it. In order to get rid of this tiger, the young and strong men of the village formed a tiger hunting team and went up the mountain to catch the tiger.

He cowered and did not participate.

Later, the tiger hunting team successfully killed the tiger and brought its corpse back. The tiger meat was divided between each family and the tiger bones were rewarded to the warrior of the tiger hunting team.

She brought the tiger meat home, and he sat at the window watching the young men his own age fight over the skin and bones. She cooked the tiger meat, and he chewed it and found it sour and tear-inducing.

From then on, he became a person who pursued power. He wanted to become stronger, and it was said that cultivation could give people endless power. It could allow people to contend against the ferocious beasts of nature.

Later on, in a deep mountain, he met an old man who claimed to have cultivated into a half-immortal body and was willing to take him in as a disciple. However, that old man was able to tell that his Pure Yang body had already been destroyed.

He returned home and complained that she had severed his Immortal Foundation and wanted to divorce her.

That night, she hid in a corner and cried until the corner of the blanket was wet.

The next day when he handed her the book, she could not accept it. He was as angry as a mad bull.

He left in a fit of anger and found that old man deep in the mountains. The old man said that he still had some ties with the mortal world, and told him to come back if he had to.

He went back home in the night, and without even entering the house, he found a torch outside and lit up his thatched cottage. As the fire spread, the villagers woke up and went to save the fire, and he waited at the entrance of the village with his knife. If she was lucky enough to escape from the sea of fire, he would kill her with his knife.

She had been rescued by the villagers who had saved her life, but that fire had ruined several houses. The villagers all pitied her in the beginning, but gradually, they all started to blame her for letting their houses catch fire, gradually pushing some of his faults onto her. Sometimes, they would say in front of her, "That's her, when her husband is here, he won't be allowed to join the tiger hunting squad."

She could no longer stay in the village and had nowhere to stay. He had also joined the ranks of Immortal cultivators and learned a bit of their skills.

She met him that day.

He stared at her for two whole cups of tea. When he looked at her, his whole body was trembling. When he left, he secretly gave her a note.

"Don't think about it for so many years. Every time you think about it, your heart becomes as sharp as knives. "If you are still worried about your old relationship, please meet me under the willow tree under the third fragment of the Dao Village tomorrow."

When she saw it, she would be wet from the cry of Horned Horns. She would go to meet him the next day.

He had brought her the soft cake she had liked, and she had enjoyed it.

However, after eating the soft cake, he suddenly felt weak all over and was unable to move.

When he saw that the anesthetic had worked, he immediately bared his fangs and cursed, saying that she was lingering and struggling, and that he was soon going to become the head of a sect. This was a time when he absolutely couldn't let her do naughty things. When she couldn't move, he dismembered her limbs, killed her, and then burned her to ashes. He said this was what his master had told him, that this was the only way to make her scared out of her mind, and that he could never mess with her again.

He didn't expect that such a method wouldn't cause her soul to scatter but would cause her soul to be filled with resentment, never dying and never dying. This intense resentment would be discovered by a powerful demon spirit, but that powerful demon spirit would actually face the danger of its soul dissipating.

From then on, she became the devil that played with people's hearts and emotions.

She found him and destroyed his entire family.

In her memory, not only did he not have a name, even his facial features had become blurred.

She thought she would never suffer for love again, but when it really came, she realized she was wrong.

Perhaps it was because he had misjudged the location of spring.

But now, reality had once again told her that love was just a dream. She finally realized that it was not love that was wrong, but love that was wrong. Love itself was a painful scam.

She found it laughable that after a thousand years of playing with emotions, she was once again being played with by them. He wondered if he would be toyed with again after a thousand years.

For a moment, she actually felt a sense of endless exhaustion. For a moment, she wanted everything to be over. She wanted to stop just like that, to no longer have any sadness or pain, to no longer need beauty or joy.

This series of emotions, along with the Art of Life Healing, fiercely poured into Yan Fengwu's mind.

Yan Fengwu was intelligent to begin with. He understood that this was what the sword spirit had experienced. Turning his head to look, he saw the sword spirit leaning wearily on the mountain wall, two eyes brimming with tears as she looked at the spot without any focus.

Yan Fengwu instantly felt her heart ache.

"She was a poor woman, too."

"But she has toyed with other people's feelings for thousands of years, causing countless lovers to suffer. So what if she encounters pity?"

"But, she also has the chance to be saved. If she is disappointed again, then she will be eternally lost on this path."

"But can I save her? I am just a fledgling brat, I don't even know my own feelings! "

"But I also look forward to redemption. I also hope that my feelings will not disappoint me."

Yan Fengwu slowly stood up, moving closer to the sword spirit. "We are all the same."

"What?" The sword spirit was startled when she heard this, and turned to look at Yan Fengwu with a dazed look in her eyes.

She could see the confusion in his eyes, but there was also a sense of firmness within that perplexity. That firmness did not represent confidence in a particular relationship, but in the relationship itself.

"We are all at a loss, begging for affection and kindness. We are all humble in the face of feelings. However, because of a betrayal of feelings, he became self-abandoned, no longer believing in feelings, and fell into the endless cycle of reincarnation, that was being defeated by feelings. We should be brave enough to look for new feelings, so that we are truly out of the control of feelings. "

Yan Fengwu extended two fingers of her left hand, and pointed them at the sword spirit's shoulder. "I've unlocked the Art of Life and Death. Choose what you want to do, but please don't hurt Sister Yue."

The sword spirit looked at her, "If I want to possess the Sword of Intentions, you will still stop me, right?"

"Yes!"

"In your heart, you still like your little sister Leng Yue, right?"

"Yes!"

"You believe that I won't kill you after you comprehend the Life Arts, right?"

"Yes!"

The sword spirit smiled bitterly and said, "At this point, if I were to use the Life Bestowing Spell, the only way for me is death."

"What?"

"Yanling won't let me go. Dao Master Daoyin won't let me go, and you won't help me either. I'm on my own and don't have enough power. I can only wait for Dao Master DaoYin to kill me." You're right, I think that I have been playing with emotions for all these years, but in fact, I have never escaped from them. The more I think that I have stepped on them, the harder they bind me, and now, they are finally suppressing me to the point where I can't even breathe. I actually don't have any desire to live anymore! "

Yan Fengwu withdrew his finger, "Then, I'll be puzzled!"

The Sword Spirit was stunned. "What?"

Yan Fengwu shrugged, "I don't understand anymore!"

The sword spirit frowned, "Why are you puzzled again?"

"Because I don't want you to die."

"Just don't want me to die?"

Yan Fengwu scratched her head, "There doesn't seem to be any other reason!"

The sword spirit smiled bitterly and said, "Don't you think that there are still a lot of reasons? For example, would I hurt Yan Lanyue's body because of the fact that there was only death after I had unlocked the Art of Death? Once I have regained my freedom, I will snatch the Sword of Sacrifice from your hands and recover my strength. At that time, I will no longer be afraid of anyone! "

Yan Fengwu laughed, "Would you do that?"

The sword spirit laughed, "Why not?"

Yan Fengwu scratched her head. "Perhaps it's just because I trust you!"