Liang Yan knew that these were not real enemies, but evolved from his own inner demons.

The deadly fights and fierce battles he experienced in the past have left a deep impression on his heart. He may not think of it at ordinary times, but when faced with the "Inner Demon Tribulation", as long as he has a trace of fear, he will be taken advantage of!

The enemies that appeared in front of him almost included the big and small battles in his life. From Sun Buer in the Qi Refining Stage to Luo Qing in the Sub-Saint Realm, they all appeared in the whirlpool and surrounded him!

The auras of these people were extremely powerful, as if they were invincible beings. They could kill Liang Yan thousands of times with just a move of their fingers.

"Hmph, hand over the Dao Sword Sutra, or I will hunt you to the ends of the earth!" Sun Buer said with an evil smile.

"Hahaha! I won the battle between the avenues. You just had a big dream. It's time to wake up now!" Blind Yan laughed crazily.

"Hand over the treasures in the secret realm and I will spare your life." Luo Qing said coldly.

Evil laughter, sarcasm, sneers, and scoldings came from all directions. Everyone wanted to kill Liang Yan, making him feel isolated and helpless.

Liang Yan kept his head down and remained silent among the crowd.

Seeing that he didn't answer, everyone stepped forward one after another. The encirclement became smaller and smaller, almost engulfing his figure.

At this moment, Liang Yan suddenly raised his head.

I saw a sneer on his face, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"You are just a defeated general under Liang. You can't help me when you are alive. Do you still want to make me feel worried when you are dead?"

Having said that, his eyes did not flinch, and he took the initiative to meet the evil eyes in mid-air!

Blood gradually flowed from those eyes, and the evil smiles, taunts, and scoldings around him became louder and louder, as if they wanted to interfere with Liang Yan's mind and make him want to retreat.

But Liang Yan was always fearless and stared at the eyes in mid-air until they closed one by one!

Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions were heard, and Sun Buer, Yan Xiazi and others nearby exploded one after another, turning into a cloud of gray mist and dissipating in the whirlpool, leaving only Luo Qing.

Facing Luo Qing, Liang Yan looked calm.

"You can't scare me. I am no longer what I used to be. Even if we meet again, I won't be as embarrassed as last time. When I cultivate my sword heart, it will be your death!"

After that, with a wave of his sleeves, Luo Qing's shadow gradually disappeared.

At this moment, almost all the eyes in mid-air have been closed, but there are only the last three left.

These three eyes were somewhat special. They were not as evil as the other eyes. Their gazes were very calm, and they looked at Liang Yan quietly.

Liang Yan felt something in his heart, his eyes met and he saw three figures from behind, namely Tang Diexian, Kumu Sheng and Gu Zhiyu.

Unlike Sun Buer and Yan Xiazi, these three people all had their backs to Liang Yan. Instead of approaching him, they gradually moved away.

"etc!"

Liang Yan felt anxious and shouted subconsciously.

A long road appeared in front of him, so long that there was no end in sight. The three people in front of him had gone far away, leaving only three blurry figures behind, occasionally stopping, as if waiting for him to catch up.

"Wait for me"

There was a trace of confusion in Liang Yan's eyes.

At this moment, he just wanted to catch up with the three people in front of him, because he had regrets in his heart and wanted to talk to them again, even if it was a word.

However, no matter how hard Liang Yan ran, he could never catch up. Although the three people occasionally stopped and paused, they would drift away as soon as Liang Yan got close. It seemed that they were always just a little bit behind.

"Senior sister, actually I don't blame you, I know you don't want to harm me." Liang Yan looked at the familiar figure in the distance and murmured to himself.

After so many years, Liang Yan has figured out a lot.

At that time, Lu Zizhen was just an outer disciple, but she and Xiong Yue'er could unintentionally dig a tunnel at the entrance of Yixing Pavilion, and even set up a teleportation circle in advance. It is almost impossible to say that Tang Diexian, the pavilion master, did not know about it.

Tang Diexian's feelings for Liang Yan can't be expressed in words, and the fate of the two of them cannot be changed. Before she died, she left a stone tablet saying "Looking forward to returning home", so I'm afraid she still felt guilty for Liang Yan.

"Senior sister, if we can meet again, I just want to say to you: 'I don't blame you.'. No one was right or wrong about what happened back then. You and I are both walking our own way, but we have different ways.

Stay with me until the end.”

"In this life, you are living for the sect and living for the expectations of others. It is really tiring. If there is an afterlife, I hope you can relax a little and live only for yourself."

Liang Yan did not continue to chase, and his pace gradually slowed down.

Whether it's Rain in the Grain, Born in a Dead Tree, or Tang Diexian. These are all deceased friends, representing Liang Yan's irreversible past, and also the regrets hidden deep in his heart.

If you follow the backs of these people all the way, you will be addicted to this road called "the past" and be unable to extricate yourself.

The power of the inner demon is always like this. It is good at provoking the softest and most vulnerable parts of people's hearts, and uses these weaknesses to damage the Taoist heart of those who overcome the tribulation.

Liang Yan's steps became slower and slower, and finally stopped in place.

"Uncle Gu, I'm sorry for not bringing you back to Yungang Sect alive."

"I'm sorry, Kuchiki-senpai, but I couldn't come back to see you for the last time."

Liang Yan looked at the three people walking away. Although there was regret and reluctance in his eyes, the previous confusion had completely disappeared and was replaced by a kind of determination.

"The deceased has passed away. No matter how much I miss him, I can't change it at all. The living people still need me to care about them. If I indulge in the past, I will only let down the people who are with me now."

This idea became more and more clear in Liang Yan's mind.

The vivid figures of Wu Xin, Xiong Yue'er, and Li Xiran emerged in his mind, turning his confusion into determination.

At this moment, the road beneath his feet completely collapsed, the backs of Tang Diexian and others disappeared into the air, and Liang Yan returned to the gray vortex.

The last three eyes slowly closed at this moment.

Under Liang Yan's gaze, all the cracks in the air disappeared.

But he didn't let down his guard.

Because he felt that the inner demon tribulation was not completely over, and there seemed to be something else hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

Liang Yan was condescending and suddenly saw a familiar figure flashing through the depths of the whirlpool.

For some reason, he jumped down without hesitation and entered the depths of the whirlpool just to search for that figure.

As the distance got closer and closer, Liang Yan became more and more frightened.

Finally, he saw the figure clearly.

He was an old monk with a haggard face and a thin body. Although he frowned most of the time, he would occasionally show his yellow teeth when he smiled.

This image has long been engraved deep in Liang Yan's memory.

"Master."

Liang Yan finally understood what he feared most.

In fact, he has been numbing himself for these years, telling himself that the Angry Monk must still be alive, perhaps in retreat, or perhaps hiding in a corner, so there is no news.

In fact, since Liang Yan became the master of Bihai Palace in Wushuang City, he has sent people many times to collect information about the angry monk, but there has been no news for so many years.

It seems that meeting the angry monk in Nanchui was the last news he left. Since then, no one has seen the angry monk again.

I still remember that before Nu Seng and Liang Yan parted ways, he once said that he was chasing an enemy, but he was not sure of winning, so he sent Liang Yan to Yixing Pavilion.

Since then, the Angry Monk has disappeared for more than three hundred years!

With his temperament, he is definitely not in retreat, and now that Antarctic Fairy Continent is in chaos, how could he not come forward?

There are various signs that the angry monk may have encountered something unexpected, but Liang Yan has been unwilling to think in this direction. He hid this worry and fear deep in his heart.

"Master. You must still be alive, right?"

Liang Yan fell into the depths of the whirlpool, but did not struggle, but tried his best to get closer to the figure.

"Wait for me, Master, wait for me!"

Liang Yan was swallowed up by the darkness deep in the whirlpool, as if falling into an abyss, sinking deeper and deeper.

At this moment, a simple copper bell suddenly appeared in his soul.

The bronze bell vibrated and made an ethereal sound, pulling Liang Yan's consciousness out of the depths of the quagmire.

A faint spiritual light covered the surface of Liang Yan's soul, making his consciousness gradually clear.

At the same time, the "Eight Parts of Evolution" was quietly running, and the "Bodhi Mirror" spontaneously activated, and a warm power flowed through the whole body, making Liang Yan's mood gradually calm down.

The worry and fear in his eyes disappeared at this moment.

Deep in the whirlpool, someone was covered in mud, but his face was calm and he smiled slightly at him.

"Master, "Babu Yanyuan" has protected me many times. This is a gift you gave me. You are still looking at me, right?"

"No matter where you are, even in the deepest abyss, I will definitely find you and bring you out!"

Liang Yan stared into the dark abyss, his heart becoming extremely calm.

At this moment, the darkness dissipated, a crisp crackling sound came from the surroundings, and the entire chaotic vortex fell apart!

After a while, a ray of sunlight shone in, and Liang Yan found that he was still sitting in the cave.

The surrounding scenery is exactly the same as before: quiet caves, green valleys, bright sunshine, and winding rivers. Everything is so beautiful.

But Liang Yan's state of mind has changed greatly. His Taoist heart has condensed, like a deep ancient well, without waves or waves.

The inner demons are over!
To be continued...