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Each of the Three Ancient Swords requires a lifetime of energy to comprehend. Although the Patriarch of the Demon Dao is powerful, he has already been watched by the Heavens. shortcut.

The shortcut is to forsake one's own heart.

Is this a coincidence, or fate?

In front of the Three Lives Stone, Empress Jiuyou said that she couldn't see through my previous life, just like she couldn't see through the Patriarch of the Demon Dao.

For Xu Fu's divination, I wrote an orthographic letter, and Xu Fu said that I claimed to be complete, with a beginning and an end.

The way of the devil obviously started from the patriarch of the way of the devil, why do I see a perfect image of a beginning and an end in my destiny?

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I felt, and cold sweat broke out on my back.

It is sad to lose yourself, but it is even more sad when you find out that you are not yourself.

In my past life, no matter how many storms I have seen, how many times I have passed through life and death, I always remember that I am the second son of the Xie family.

My name is Xie Lan, from Baiwu Village on the edge of the Yellow River.

But now, who am I?

I want to cry, and I want to laugh.

I thought that by rejecting the inheritance of the patriarch of the demonic way in the coffin of souls, it was tantamount to drawing a clear line between myself and him. Even if I became the patriarch of the demonic way later, that was my own choice.

Now I know that I was wrong, and that as long as I live, I will forever be entangled with him.

Because, I am him, and he is me.

No wonder I bear the fate of seven kills, no wonder I inherit everything in the Demonic Dao, even the Hero Sword is left to me by him.

No wonder, I was able to confer the gods on the Tianchi Lake successfully.

It's ridiculous. At the time, I thought I was relying on my status as the patriarch of the demonic way. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's mostly because I am him.

I cried and laughed and shed tears.

The so-called magic sword, the so-called seven kills, the so-called magic way!

Everything I have is not a fluke, but a matter of course.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for joy for a long time.

The most terrifying thing is that no one knows this secret.

Xueyang didn't know, and neither did Yuhua. They all thought that I was the heir calculated by the master of the devil, and the master of the devil planned everything for me before he was alive.

But he didn't know that he never thought about cultivating a brand-new patriarch of the devil's way, and everything he left behind was for himself.

Crazy like a demon, and groggy.

I don't know how long I stayed in the phantom entrance, and finally I stumbled away.

I don't want to think about why I don't have his memory, not a single bit, even if I am his rebirth from Nirvana, I can't accept it.

Murong Yuanrui can sadly accept that she is the reincarnation of Nine Heavens Xuannv because she has never been deceived, and she has not experienced the twists and turns in my life.

She was just waiting, waiting for the right time to awaken her destiny.

But I am different. I have doubted, verified, and found myself through untold hardships.

I still remember that I once asked Yuhua, she bet that I was the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and I asked her what to do if I lost the bet.

Now it proves that the loser is me.

So what's the point of all my hard work in the past?

In fact, the fact that I was reborn from the Nirvana of the Patriarch of the Demon Dao had no effect on me, because after rebirth, I was already a brand new individual of life.

Unfortunately, facts and logic often won't win over emotions.

I am full of indignation now, I can accept anything, but I cannot accept that I am the Nirvana body of the Patriarch of the Devil Dao!

I want to shout to the Three Realms that I am Xie Lan, and I want to hear people who are connected with me call my name.

The fantasy world is empty, and the six homes are blurred.

A phantom entrance has become the biggest obstacle in my heart. I came here to inspect Jianjia, but I didn’t expect that not only did I not take Jianjia back, but even I, the ancestor of Taoism, got lost in the obstacle.

After leaving Shiwan Dashan, I glanced at Donghai Guixu in the air, and then Yujian flew to the world!

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4 Chapter Twenty

Although there are no major disturbances in the world, this cannot change the fact that the vitality of the human race is dying out day by day.

Yin Division, Human Dao, Immortal Dao, including Demonic Dao, no matter which side's aura increases, it will weaken the human aura in a disguised form.

The more prosperous the incense of the gods, the weaker the spirit of the human race.

Xu Fu and Xie Yun can't save the human race unless Tiandao cancels the Battle of Conferred Gods, which is impossible.

The calm before the storm, demons and monsters dancing wildly.

Small cities like Hequ County are not immune.Hundreds of ghosts cry at night, bumping into people rampant.It is more obvious in mountainous areas, where mountain spirits and wild monsters kill people at will. Even if there are supernatural powers to maintain stability, most of these ghosts and ghosts are intangible, and what they can do is really limited.

In this case, the incense of the Taoist temple will only become more and more prosperous, and a talisman is worth a thousand gold.

Cultivating the Tao is not an easy task. It is easy for people in the Taoist sect to do these things through yin, yang, dawn and five elements, to kill evil spirits and cross the souls of the dead.

It's a pity that the Taoist sect is currently preparing for the battle of conferred gods, and has no intention of saving the world.The magic way is far away in the East China Sea, and being stared at by the underworld, he can only look at the ocean and sigh.

It's fine during the day, but you can't go out at night.

Bars and nightclubs in the Dharma-ending era have disappeared, and the crime rate has also been greatly reduced.

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Hequ County, in a garden in the suburbs.

The warm sun in winter is the most suitable for basking in the sun.

A pair of sons and daughters, about six or seven years old, walked in the park with a middle-aged man who looked slightly older.

Those two sons and daughters were at the naughty age, chasing and playing in the garden.

The middle-aged man is getting older, so he finds a bench to sit down, closes his eyes, and feels lazy both physically and mentally from the warm winter sun.