All lives are miserable, and life should be like ashes.
At this time, Han Sen realized that he had done something that was harmful to others and not beneficial to himself, which triggered Guzhu's accumulated negative emotions for a lifetime and made him deeply demonized.
That's all. What makes Han Sen even more sad now is that the disciples outside are protected by the strong men of Zhentian Palace, and the negative emotions of Lone Bamboo are blocked in the martial arts field.
Apart from Gu Zhu, Han Sen was of course the only one left in the martial arts field. The negative emotions exuded from Gu Zhu naturally rushed towards Han Sen without any reservation.
Han Sen only felt that life was dark, with despair, pain, sorrow, regret and other negative emotions coming all at once. Even with the strength of his artistic conception, he could not completely block out the terrifying artistic conception.
The red sedan chair fell down, and a charming bride was welcomed into the flower hall, where she married a handsome man. However, just as the couple was paying their respects, a group of horse thieves broke in.
The sword flashed, blood spattered, and she laughed wildly. The beautiful bride was humiliated to death in front of her newlywed husband and others.
In this life, Lone Bamboo will die with his eyes closed.
In the forest, a tigress was teasing two newborn tiger cubs, but suddenly she heard a gunshot. The tigress was hit by an anesthesia gun and lost the ability to move. She watched helplessly as her two The cub was skinned and boned, grilled on the fire, and eaten by the hunter. Blood and tears welled up in the tiger's eyes.
In this life, Lone Bamboo's life is worse than death.
In the sky, a swordsman fought with many powerful men. Although he killed countless enemies, he was already covered with wounds and was dying.
A middle-aged man hugged a charming woman and scorned the swordsman, laughing wildly: "Guzhu, go in peace, I will help you play with your woman, I will help you live in your manor, and I will help you kill your son. …”
"Roar!" He was furious, but it was no match for a thousand cuts. The swordsman wept and fought hard, but in the end he just died at the man's feet. He could not even touch the corner of the man's clothes.
In the endless reincarnation of life after life, every life that Lone Bamboo has experienced, whether poor or rich, strong or weak, has ended in extreme sorrow and suffering.
Han Sen is going crazy now, because Gu Zhu's inner demons have completely exploded, and those negative emotions have come down, affecting Han Sen's will, and he has seen scenes of suffering and sadness that Gu Zhu has experienced.
Although it is not like Guzhu's experience of eternal life, the most miserable scene in Guzhu's eternal life is like a wonderful editing, playing in Han Sen's mind, making him feel the same, as if he is also in it. .
Han Sen tried hard to block out all these negative emotions with his own artistic conception, but the negative emotions accumulated for thousands of years were too terrifying and could not be resisted at all. With the tenacity of Han Sen's will, he experienced one tragic scene after another. Afterwards, I couldn't help but feel gloomy and had the urge to die.
Han Sen quickly calmed down and tried his best to fight Lone Bamboo's negative emotions.
In the martial arts field, Lone Bamboo and Han Sen were still standing face to face, but one looked as ferocious as a devil, while the other had his eyes closed and his face was pale.
The silence at this time was more terrifying than the fighting with thousands of swords. The terrifying aura on Lone Bamboo's body became stronger and stronger, like a huge flood that burst the embankment and could not be stopped at all.
The despair and destruction in Gu Zhu's eyes became more and more serious, and his palm gradually moved towards the jade sword at his waist.
"No, Guzhu can't hold it any longer." Yun Changkong said with an ugly expression.
The elders who were still in Zhentian Palace had already visited the martial arts center in person, and they all looked at Lone Bamboo in the martial arts center with solemn expressions.
Eternal tragedies and eternal loneliness are unbearable even for a king as strong as a king. Even the master of Zhentian Palace cannot resolve it in person, so they can only watch. They have supreme power but don't even have a chance to take action.
A heart disease needs a heart medicine. If Lone Bamboo can't get through it on his own, even if the real god comes, he can't beg for his life.
Han Sen was not much better than Lone Bamboo. He also struggled to fight against the negative emotions. He only felt that his willpower was constantly being eroded by negative emotions.
No matter how powerful human beings are, they are still emotional animals after all. Such tragedies constantly impact the soul, even gods and Buddhas will cry, let alone a mortal.
Han Sen's eyes gradually turned ashen, and the deathly aura on his body became heavier and heavier.
"Too bad, Han Sen has also been eroded by Lone Zhu's inner demon." Qian Yuhe discovered something was wrong with Han Sen and said to Yun Changkong: "Master, should we release Han Sen first?"
"Han Sen can't move now. He is the detonation point of Lone Zhu's negative emotions. With him there, there is still a thread of fetters in Lone Bamboo's heart, and the desire to win is still there. If Han Sen is taken away now, Lone Bamboo loses his last If we achieve this goal, I am afraid that it will completely collapse immediately and there will no longer be a glimmer of hope." Yun Changkong shook his head.
The murderous intent in Lone Bamboo's eyes became more and more serious, and his face was distorted like an evil ghost. He was breathing heavily, and his hand with protruding veins finally grasped the sheathed jade sword, and slowly removed the jade sword from the scabbard. Pulling it out, one by one, the jade sword seemed to be as heavy as a mountain.
"Palace Master, Lone Bamboo can no longer control his inner demons. Are you really not going to take action?" A woman said with a frown in the Zhentian Palace.
The Master of Zhentian Palace shook his head slightly: "If we take action now, the only one we can save is a living dead. The only one who can save him is himself."
"How can I save myself when my heart is possessed by a demon?" the woman said.
"My heart has become possessed, but my obsession is still there, and there is still a glimmer of hope for survival in the midst of death." The Lord of Zhentian Palace said softly.
"Where are you thinking?" the woman asked again.
The Master of Zhentian Palace did not reply, looking deeply at Lone Bamboo and Han Sen in the martial arts field.
Lone Bamboo finally pulled out the jade sword. It was a pure and flawless jade sword, clean and not stained with any dirt. But now under that terrifying artistic conception, even the clean jade sword seemed to be covered with dirt. Sinful karma fire from hell.
In fact, all the negative emotions in Lone Bamboo's body were almost condensed into black karmic fire, burning and swaying like crazy.
Holding the jade sword in his hand, Lone Bamboo walked towards Han Sen step by step. He walked very slowly. He seemed to be reciting something, but because his voice was too low or he didn't make any sound at all, people outside could not hear what he was saying. What is it.
"Senior Brother Guzhu is controlled by the inner demon?" Qian Yuhe said in shock.
Many princes, nobles and elders also thought that Lone Bamboo had been completely controlled by the inner demons, and wanted to kill Han Sen to vent their resentment. They all looked extremely ugly.
Many disciples in Zhentian Palace watched Lone Bamboo walking towards Han Sen step by step, as if he was like an evil ghost that chooses people to devour, and they all felt sad in their hearts.
Han Sen stood there with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware that Lone Bamboo was walking towards him. His face became more and more gray, and the aura on his body became more and more lifeless.
The tragic scenes of eternal tragedies kept replaying in his mind, making him unable to control himself and being infected by it. Although he didn't really experience it like Lone Bamboo, he was already immersed in it physically and mentally.
Lone Bamboo finally walked up to Han Sen. His eyes were red and his breath was like a cow. The hand holding the sword slowly raised and he swung at Han Sen fiercely.
"Ah!" Yun Suyi couldn't help but scream, and Yun Changkong and other elders were hesitant to rescue Han Sen now.
But the next second, they saw that the jade sword in Lone Bamboo's hand did not strike Han Sen, but pointed at the tip of Han Sen's nose. Lone Bamboo roared with a voice that was almost like a beast: "Fight with me!"
"He's not completely lost yet!" Everyone was overjoyed.
Han Sen's eyes suddenly opened, he grabbed the Ghost Fang Knife with one hand, and drew it out almost frantically.
