Reverend Insanity

Fang Yuan lowered his head and watched as the clouds of the past fainted.

He was the murderer who passed out too badly.

At this moment, the clouds are covered in blood, lying on the ground, deep in the eye socket, eyes closed.

His wounds were scarred, his snowy hair condensed in plasma, and he was long gone from being the first therapist in Kitahara.

Just a few steps away, outside the main hall gate, massive blood beasts roared and noisy waves kept pounding.

Square raised his head, stared at them, and said softly: "Shut up. ”

Time, death outside the door.

The bloodbeasts shut up like good cats and dogs, lying on their knees, motionless.

Source used the hexagon building owner to control this floor, he is the owner here, these blood animals are naturally manipulated by him, according to his heart and command.

Fangyuan closed his eyes and his mind went into this layer to feel it quietly.

At this point, there are many magicians left at this level.

Some of these magicians, some of whom were pulled in by Too Baiyunsheng, were eliminated in previous battles. The other part, the eyes of all forces, is a reconnaissance magician. They come from the forces of the Negroes, the Ma family and the Jerusalemites, and are concerned about the success or failure of the trip.

As for the main palace, the only two people left to remove the dead bodies from the ground were the source and the clouds.

Fangyuan closed the main hall door, half squatted on the ground, stretched out his right palm, and grabbed the cloudy head.

The worm was already ready, and he kept pushing.

Soon, a slight white light lit up on the cloudy doors, becoming the only source of light in the dark palace.

The white light grew brighter and brighter and brighter, gradually appearing a painful divine colour on the cloudy face, the deeper the frown.

After a moment of brewing, the source suddenly opened its eyes!

His eyes, no pupils, only a white eye.

With three feet of white light, a lot of images appear in the minds of all sources.

Taibaiyunsheng's memories, dating back to his youth, were extracted from the source.

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An old man walked in the North Plains, the sky was wild, the wind was low, and the wolves were howling.

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“Thank you for saving my life, my brother and I have never forgotten!” Gao Yang and Zhuzai all knelt at his feet.

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An old purple-haired beggar, splitting his mouth, revealing only a few teeth, laughed strangely: "What kind of magician do you want to be? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

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“Well, this kid looks good, so pick him.” In the city of the Mo, an Mo pointed to the childhood of Taibaiyunsheng, haha laughed.

Move on, when you're younger...

“Why, why did you betray me?!” On the night of the wedding wedding wedding, the clouds were pouring down, and shouting was heard outside the books.

And his wife's indifference and hatred slowly approached him, her eyes blazing and her teeth biting: “Too white, if you hate your parents, it is they who have annexed my tribe and killed my parents, I will avenge them! ”

Childhood…

“My son, you are the next chief of my Too White clan! No more crying, no more sympathy! To survive in Kitahara, our hearts must harden! In the future, you will lead our Tai Bai clan.” Father reprimanded him very harshly.

……

“Ahhh...” Fang Yuan yelled in pain.

In my mind, the constantly flashing images describe the legendary life of Too White Clouds. With such an enormous amount of information, the other source's mind is a tremendous shock and hurt.

Fortunately, the picture is not endless, and there is an end to it.

After a lifetime of too many clouds, Fangyuan immediately stopped the worm and sat on the floor with his ass.

He was breathing heavily and sweating. It took a long time for his pupils to return to focal length.

Soul searching is never easy. Especially since Fangyuan took into account the safety of Too Baiyunsheng and did not want to harm him, he could only bear most of the pressure on his own.

Stopped searching for the soul, and the clouds were still sleepy, but the frowns were frowned upon. Breathe smoothly and look serene.

Instead, the square eyebrows wrinkle slightly.

“Nothing Found!” He regretted the long sigh.

“Nothing Found?” In my mind, Mo Yao's will could not help but ask questions.

She was curious about all this behavior.

Fang Yuan did not answer her, but her eyebrows were wrinkled deeper. How could he tell Mo Yao about Jiangshan's big plan?

Jiangshan Rusheng is a fairy trick owned by Taibaiyun after the creation of the fairy.

Rumor has it that this trick was created when the clouds were too white to produce fairies, the heavens and the earth were sympathetic, the spiritual light erupted and concentrated spontaneously.

But there is also the possibility that, in Taibaiyunsheng's mind, there is already a fairy formula for the mountains.

If there is a recipe, Fang Yuanta can steal the recipe, as well as Jiang Ruzhi and Shanru, and bring them to Langfudi, and ask Langdi Ling to do the work to refine the magic for him.

In this way, he does not have to eat at the mouth of a tiger, and the danger is greatly reduced.

But after this soul search, the results were bad.

The source did not find the fairy formula of Jiangshan, which means that the rumors are true. The rivers and mountains are like magic. Indeed, Taibai clouds are born at the time of the creation of the fairy. The heavens and the earth are sympathetic.

It also means that in order to acquire this magic, Fangyuan must seize it from Chengxian's Taibaiyunsheng.

Fang Yuan is not yet a magic fairy. With all the war fairies, Fang Yuan has not yet had any success stories in his impression. It is undoubtedly harder than climbing heaven!

But what else can we do?

The original three options, this is already the easiest one. Time and energy are invested in this plan. Although Fang Yuan is not sure, there is only active preparation. Take a chance!

……

88 horns outside the Zhenyang building, shaking too white a cloud shadow.

“Coming out, coming out! ”

“How did it go? Someone saw Too Baiyunsheng go into the main hall. ”

“No, Master Baiyunsheng can't move, he seems to have passed out! ”

Around the magician, close up immediately.

At a glance, everyone's face changed slightly. Too white clouds are badly wounded, and they are intimidated.

“And breathe!” One man reached out his finger, looked into the nose of Tai Baiyunsheng and shouted, "Quick, who is the healer, come and stabilize the old man's wounds! ”

“I got it, I got it! ”

“I am also a healing magician!! ”

Many healing magicians have taken the initiative. The prestige and gracious name of Too Baiyunsheng have long gone into the hearts and minds of people.

There is no doubt that he is more popular than Blackhouse Lan and Changshan Yin.

“Even Lord Tai Baiyunsheng suffered such serious injuries. Alas, this trespass is a failure, I'm afraid.” Someone sighed.

“The customs break is over, most of the magicians have not returned, and this time the casualties are too heavy! ”

“Which of you saw two grown-ups come out, Gao Yang and Zhuzai?” Someone is alarmed, ignorant.

Everyone looked around and looked at each other.

No one saw the tall, Zhuzai figure, while that level still existed in the 88-Point Zhenyang building. Just don't let the magician in for a short time.

What that means, people are all snowy.

Eighty-eight Zhenyang Tower has gathered so far, five strong spinners have been sacrificed.

Such heavy casualties plunged the square into silence.

When the clouds opened their eyes, they found themselves lying on the bed, weak and weak, even difficult to get together.

When he opened his eyes and waited for the maid, he immediately shouted with surprise: "Sir, you're awake, you're finally awake! Somebody help me! Somebody help me! The old man is awake! ”

Soon, Tai Baiyunsheng heard a series of rushing footsteps.

A group of healers came to him and examined him.

“Don't worry, my lord, your injuries are no longer significant. It's just that you're old enough to get hurt so badly this time it hurts fundamentally. Care must be taken to maintain the body in the future, especially in recent months, where it is imperfect and needs quiet and quiet care.” The leader of the healing magician, warmly persuaded.

Too Baiyunsheng, in order to pull up the team to break through the customs, promised Blackroof Lan, has become the foreign surname of the black family.

Too white clouds scattered his eyes, and when he woke up, he was flabbergasted. After listening to this, he replied with a hint of magic. "Where are we? ”

“If you go home to the elder, this is Lord Blackroof Lan's residence. Ever since you broke through and died, my family members have been very concerned that you have been personally brought here for treatment and rehabilitation. Now that people have reported it, I'm sure the elders will come to see you soon.” Still the leader replied.

“Breaking and entering, dying and surviving?” The clouds frowned slightly and his memory began to come back to life, and he remembered the last scene--

He exhausted the last hint of the true yuan, instigated defensive manoeuvres, and succeeded in squeezing into the main hall in the siege of the blood beast.

But shortly afterwards, he passed out, unconscious!

And when I woke up, I found myself lying here.

“So I really failed to break through?!” The tone of the clouds was so sharp that the eyes became sharp.

“My lord...” a group of healers beside the bed looked at each other, trying to persuade comfort, but couldn't say anything.

So they all lowered their heads.

Quiet in the room.

Too white clouds stared straight and silenced for a while, suddenly he looked up and laughed: “Ha ha, my husband failed. One credit, one credit! ”

He couldn't get up and could only slap the bed with his palms and laugh wildly.

“Boss, boss!” The healers panicked and rushed to persuade each other.

“Poor me, Zhuzai, Gao Yang, sacrificed my life to protect my husband!” The clouds were brimming with tears, and his laughter was filled with grief.

“My lord, sorry for your loss of manpower sometimes, you have done all you can! ”

“My lord, you are lucky to be alive. ”

“People can't be brought back to life. I'm sorry for your loss...”

People, you can't stop talking to me.

But these words, in the ears of too many clouds, are full of irony. Like a needle in his heart.

At the final juncture, Too Baiyunsheng left the true element, did not choose to save Zhuzhai and Gao, but for his own sake, provoked defensive maneuvers and broke into the main palace.

It was him who, for his own sake, ignored the sacrifice of his companions.

Is this still too cloudy?

Is this still Kitahara's accepted admiration, saving lives and wounds, healing the world, eliminating suffering from the clouds and clouds?

Why would you do that yourself?

At that critical juncture, I chose not to think falsely, but to do so!

Deliberately sacrificed Gao Yang Zhuzai in exchange for a chance for himself, in order to clear the 15-year lifestyle reward! To steal your own life!

This option makes Too Baiyunsheng feel strange, ashamed, humiliated, and regretful!

Without false reflection or hesitation, he is now transformed into a moral whip, torturing his soul and flogging his conscience!

The clouds closed their eyes painfully and their hands clenched their fists.

“The chief of the clan arrives...! ”

“My subordinates meet the elders. ”

Everyone in the house knelt down, smiled on the black floor, and came to Taibaiyunsheng's bed.

Seeing the painful appearance of too white a cloud, Blackhouse Lan frowned lightly and spread out: “Too white, I'm glad you're awake. I've heard of the situation. You and Gao Yang, Zhuzhai and others have shown the valor of my North Plains boy, even though he lost his pride! Just sum up the lessons and you will be able to get through this in the future, win the defeat, and wash away the shame! ”

The clouds were too white to open their eyes, they didn't say a word, and the color of God was painful.

He has figured out why he failed.

After entering the main hall, he succeeded in disengaging himself from the siege of the blood beast and falling into the main hall. But when he succeeded, he laughed ecstatically, his mood fluctuated dramatically, and he was seriously injured, so he passed out.

Breaking through this level is time-limited.

Time ran out, and he was forcibly sent out, just like all the other magicians in the coma.

Clearly, only one step away from success, but the result was a coma that failed.

But the result of such irony is not too much a source of pain in the mind of the clouds!

His pain lies in his turning away from his companion for a selfish desire.

Is he still too white?

The scene in my memory turned up again.

Ever since he was little, he believed in the power of love.

He has had a good name since he was a child.

The Taibai tribe annexed other tribes, and when he saw his childhood partner facing the tragic fate of becoming a female slave, he asked to marry her. Consequently, a number of prisoners were also condoned.

But on his wedding night, his wife betrayed him. The captives contacted the foreign enemy and raided his tribe, as a result of which his parents died.

The enslavement that followed, the hard work, he has suffered intensely from his heart.

Finally, one day, he kindly scooped a bowl of water for an old beggar he didn't know. The old beggar passed it on to him in three fairy ways as an option.

The first heirloom, it makes people shower and stare at the dust.

The second heirloom will leave you in the air.

The third inheritance is to help God through life and death.

Too Baiyunsheng chose the third one.

At that moment, it was as if he had found the light in the darkness, his heart was no longer tormented, he had no regrets, he was reborn in the shower!

Over the years, the old beggar laughed, still in his ear.

Across life and death, helping God to live also became his Creed.

For the rest of his life, he really did.

He reaps countless gratitude, his benevolence spreads widely, and his glow illuminates the entire North Plains.

He's a living legend.

But now!

He failed!

His failure does not lie in his lack of access to the magic trick. It's about turning your back on your peers, turning your back on your life's creed!!

In all of this, he did it without false thinking.

He spent almost his entire life setting up and practicing his own standards of life. Then, at that moment, he himself broke the norm.

He saw his other side, his selfishness.

He thought he was the man in the eyes of men - walking down the grasslands at sunset, helping the sky to live and saving the canteen.

But now in his mind, this image, has gradually become distant.

In the remainder of the sunset, his figure dragged the elder and his gait trembled.

The shadow is dark...