In the deep sea of desire, ninety-nine souls were shattered, as if cut into countless dust particles.
The aura that belongs to her is everywhere, but she can feel it like wind and sand, but she can never catch it.
Among the thousands of identical faces, there is no flaw. Under the gaze of these countless identical faces, even though this face is extremely beautiful.
The facial features are so beautiful that they are like vivid oil paintings drawn by the strokes of the most powerful painter in the world.
But in this world, no matter how beautiful things are, when they accumulate into a certain terrifying amount, they will inevitably bring a strange spiritual fear to people.
Under the exaggeration of the evil god's power, those faces seemed to be contaminated with divinity, not to mention that the True Ancestor Evil God himself possessed extremely powerful and terrifying mental pollution abilities.
Under the intense gaze of so many faces and eyes, a normal person's soul would tremble uncontrollably and become morbidly crazy.
Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely seek death crazily, or under the pressure of this terror, he will desperately want to escape from everything and leave here.
Being able to think about every moment and every breath in such an environment relies on courage.
But even so, Balian still found this face among the mottled thorny wall, which also had a divinity that was too contaminated by the power of the evil god.
Under the gaze of countless pale, sculpture-like faces, the aura and space around Balian became strange and blurry.
But Bailian's eyes were still quiet, like two deep pools.
He raised his fingers that were entangled with branches. The vines entangled the branches and willows and slid quickly and strangely on the surface of Balian's body, as if they wanted to bind him tighter.
Balian's body was violently pulled back, and the fingers he raised to touch the face in front of him failed. His pale fingertips could only brush against a strand of cool hair that was slowly fluttering on her forehead.
Under the huge pulling force of the thorns, Balian was uncontrollably thrown into the crack behind him.
"Hi!" There was a sound of a sharp object cutting into the body.
The turbulent wind that poured into the cracks among the thorns stirred up several strings of blood beads. Balian stumbled and hit half of his shoulder heavily on a sharp sword thorn growing out of the edge of the crack. .
His hands, which had turned into white bones but had yet to produce flesh and blood, tightly grasped the sword thorn, and his body shook with strength.
There was only a click sound, and Bailian forced his shoulder bone to dislocate, and the sword stuck out.
No matter how heavy the thorns wrapped around his body were, he still hung firmly on the edge of the huge crack.
The voice of the True Ancestor Evil God resounded from this strange echo again: "I have never seen someone like you. You can no longer impose karma. I kindly want to spare your life, but you insist on asking for death."
Bailian let out a low laugh from his throat:
"Don't say that, Lord Evil God. It's okay for humans to be prejudiced against us zombie demons. As Lord Evil God, who has no taboos, you can't treat me differently and be picky about me."
He grasped the sword thorn with both hands, and used both arms to pull his body back into the space inch by inch.
Until the cracks in the thorns behind him slowly closed up, Balian's palms burst out with strong energy and shattered the sword thorn.
He pulled out the half of the spikes from his body.
When he raised his head and looked at the wall of thorns, the countless faces seemed to be deliberately hiding themselves.
The thorns wandered around and entangled, submerging the faces again.
And the aura belonging to Ninety-nine has become increasingly blurry and difficult to capture.
Just like thousands of fine sands sinking into the abyss of the ocean, even under the pollution and erosion of the evil god's desire, even Face Ninety-nine herself will forget who she is and cannot tell the difference between herself and those thousands of fragments.
Because among those fragments, every one of them was almost tainted with the breath of her soul.
Trying to find the real ninety-nine among these billions of fragments is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
The thorns closed and everything fell silent.
Under countless faces, countless bodies began to appear.
This huge sword mountain seemed to have suddenly become a huge trial platform.
And the countless ninety-nine are like doll products that have just been copied and created on the trial platform.
There is not even the slightest difference between each one.
The consciousness of the True Ancestor Evil God completely submerged the scent of the soul that only belonged to Ninety-Nine, like a pool of thick black ink completely smeared in a pool of water.
Ink and ink blend together, how can we distinguish black and white?
Looking at Balian standing on the wall of thorns, even though his body was covered in scars and countless tiny flowers sprouted, he refused to leave.
The True Ancestor Evil God seemed to feel bored.
"That woman Xuefu not only left the power of the talisman in your body, but she also seemed to have prepared the key to the cage for you.
That doll has the mark you left on it. It's no wonder that you were able to find her just now with the circuit aura of the soul. "
"But it's a pity." The True Ancestor Evil God said quietly: "Just now, I have erased the mark you left on her body, and her soul has been completely integrated into this holy mountain."
"There is no one you want to save here."
"The reason why you can see these dolls is because I want you to see them. This is the product of the body container that I gave to you, the product of losing its soul."
"You can have as much as you want."
Balian smiled: "That's really more of the generosity of Lord Evil God."
The True Ancestor Evil God’s voice kept echoing indifferently, directly invading Balian’s mind and consciousness:
"Since you don't care about life and death in the world and are willing to fall here for a woman, I will do as you wish."
The laughter in Balian's voice grew louder: "Lord Evil God, don't you think your words are a little too much?"
He patted the non-existent dust on his body with a relaxed expression, and raised his deep gaze to look at the surging thorns.
"The desire of the True Ancestor Evil God is direct and cruel, but you are showing off your city at this moment, and you are coercing and tempting me to leave here."
"If I go to the outside world, I may not be able to stop you from devouring the human world, but if I am here, I will definitely be able to cause an obstacle for you."
Bailian's expression was calm, but in his dark eyes, it seemed as if there were waves surging dangerously on the stormy sea:
"With my power, I can't stop your coming. You can devour all living things in the world to your heart's content, but my... target at this moment is very accurate, she is the only one."
Regardless of whether the True Ancestor Evil God was trying to interfere with him intentionally or unintentionally, Balian felt that since he could still stand here peacefully after so long, it meant that the facts were indeed as he had guessed.
The real damage caused by the True Ancestor Evil God to people is not high, what is more terrifying is the mental damage.
And if it wants to cause great and substantial harm to this world, it must occupy a powerful physical body in order to borrow its powerful power.
Even though Jiujiu seemed to have sacrificed everything she had, including her soul, with her city, it was impossible for her to reserve any backhand.
The True Ancestor Evil God absorbed her soul, but it did not occupy the body of Jiujiu Jiujiu in its ideal time.
Even the True Ancestor Evil God was vaguely wary of Bai Lian getting close to Ninety-Nine, and he even did not hesitate to use his Evil God's power to control souls to create tens of thousands of Ninety-Nine copies in this space to prevent him from approaching.
As if aware of Balian's thoughts, the surrounding thorns moved faster and faster, and clusters of sharp swords grew densely like a jungle.
Balian took a deep breath, took out the pot of moonshine wine from his waist, raised his head and poured it into his belly.
The wine turned into high-concentration spiritual energy that traveled around the limbs and bones in the body. He stored a full pot of moonshine wine and poured it all into his stomach, as if he had swallowed an entire spiritual vein.
Its spiritual power is so surging and majestic. If Bailian hadn't already reached the Heshen realm, the solidity and storage capacity of the spiritual power nodes would be far better than before.
Otherwise, if he drank this gulp, in the past, even the body of the corpse demon would not be able to withstand the surging spiritual power, and he would be directly injured.
After swallowing the last sip of moonshine wine, Balian's pale face flushed instantly, and ferocious veins popped up on his delicate face. The seven spiritual power nodes in his body began to emit pure white and bright light.
The nodes began to turn into seven huge spiritual whirlpools, which emitted the sound of rising and falling tides.
The puncture wound on your shoulder was quickly and effectively stopped from bleeding, but for you Baili, spiritual power is not the healing power of blood after all.
The flesh and blood consumed by his palms still failed to grow.
But Bai Lian didn't care about this.
He opened his palms and summoned the Tiance Junshan Sword, his expression unchanged.
Bailian raised his hand and raised his sword. The sword's edge was pressed between his arms. He suddenly exerted force, pressed the sword's edge against his skin, and suddenly slashed down.
The vine branches and stamens growing from between the arms were all cut off, and the thin roots and vines seemed to be assimilated into the meridians and blood vessels in Balian's body.
Although they were chopped off, a large amount of blood could be seen gushing out from those roots.
"Foolish fellow, this flower of desire has already taken root and grown in your bones and blood, integrating with your body.
This flower and this stem are your blood, your flesh, your tendons, and your veins. Destroying this flower is tantamount to cutting off your limbs. "
Balian listened carefully to the words of the True Ancestor Evil God, then used a bloody hand, repeated the action just now, and shaved off all the vine branches and young flowers growing between his right arm and body. .
Soon, he became a bloody man.
The severe pain of shaving flesh and bones caused Balian's body to tremble slightly, but his hand holding the sword was still very steady, and his voice remained calm and indifferent:
"These stems are affecting my mind and I have to get rid of them."
The True Ancestor Evil God sneered: "The flowers cultivated by my desires are endless. Unless you shave off all the bones in your body, these flower stems and vines will grow again in a short time."
The bright red blood slowly flowed down the sword's edge, leaving a series of traces on the ground.
Balian raised his bloodstained arm and slashed the sword smoothly, creating a gaping hole in the wall of thorns blocking the way in front of him.
It is vaguely visible that the hole is bottomless, and it is filled with large black crystal clusters that look like reeds and shrubs surrounded by a long stream of swords. The light of desire of different shapes shuttles through it, as if it is connected to the hell. The entrance to the abyss.
Bailian raised his feet without any wavering on his face, stepped into it, and walked in.
He said calmly and calmly: "I will kill as many as they give birth to."
"How long can you endure such repeated torture and pain, no matter how strong your mind is?"
"How long can it last?"
Balian went deep into it without hesitation, surrounded by a sea of thorns that were stalking him from all directions. He waved the sword in his hand without changing his expression.
Chop.
Chop.
Chop.
Chop...
Until the density and power of those thorns that were so dense that it was suffocating and hopeless became larger.
Balian would wipe the sword blade from his wound and stain it with blood. When he swung the sword again, the blood stained between the blades suddenly burned into flames.
The sharp edge of the sword cut through the thorns, and the flames burst out from the sword edge, burning a large area of the sea of thorns and flowers surrounding it from all directions, and was able to burn a path.
Bai Lian continued to move forward expressionlessly.
If the body begins to itch, it means that the seeds of desire rooted in the bones are beginning to sprout and grow again. Balian ignores the branches and leaves that have broken through the skin a little.
Only when they mature to a certain level will he shave off the flower stems and vines on his body inch by inch.
The heartbreaking pain swept through the whole body over and over again.
And in Balian's ears, the whispering voice belonging to the evil god gradually became smaller and smaller as his footsteps deepened.
Although the wounds on Balian's body are getting bigger and bigger, and the injuries are getting heavier and heavier, on this heavy road covered with bruises, Balian's true heart is becoming stronger and stronger.
While the True Ancestor Evil God is bewitching people's hearts, Balian is using the True Ancestor Evil God as a refining stone to hone the Taoist heart.
If you sink into painful desires, you will become the food in the belly of evil gods.
However, if you stick to your original mind in the endless sea of painful desires, without thinking about this shore, not the other shore, not in the middle of the flow, and contemplate the cessation of death, you will not be destroyed forever.
The injuries on Balian's body are getting worse and worse, the steps under his feet are getting faster and faster, and the sword in his hand is as fast as an afterimage.
There is no need to wipe the wound with the sword's edge. The blood droplets bursting out from the wound can even seek the sword's edge and ignite into flames when encountering the sword's energy.
finally……
In the sea of thorns that surrounded each other, Balian found the first ninety-nine.
Jiujiu, who seemed to have been falling into a deep sleep, opened his eyes as soon as Bailian cast his gaze.
At the same time, he launched an attack.
The crystal translucent thread cut through the sword fire. Baili You quickly turned your head to avoid the thread that was cutting towards his shoulder.
A calm smile appeared on Ninety-Nine's face, and he came closer.
