He did not dare to face it like before, but instead let himself completely return to the childhood moment when the storm and storm were filled with fear in his heart.

Keeping a clear mind, having experienced more than twenty years of life.

Step by step, towards your father.

This is an illusion, but not an illusion.

Because it's all too real!

It is the biggest nightmare that has troubled Ling Yi for more than 20 years.

"Dad, give me the knife."

The young Ling Yi came to his father, stretched out a hand, and looked at his father who was crying while holding his mother on the ground.

The man was stunned.

My mouth opened slightly, as if I had seen such an incredible thing.

The man doesn't understand why his young son suddenly seems to have become a different person.

Looking at his father's reaction, Ling Yi sighed in his heart.

It's true!

The most terrifying place in this inner demon nightmare is here!

All the scenes inside are "smart".

Everything here will give corresponding reactions as Ling Yi changes.

"Yi'er, you..." The man looked at Ling Yi in surprise, frowned, a little at a loss.

Ling Yi knew that his father's memory was limited to that moment.

So it's not that my father saw himself from the future.

From the perspective of his father, what he "sees" is a son who suddenly becomes a little strange and has a little weird behavior.

The person is still the same person, and his face is the same. He called him father. The feeling of blood connection is still there, but he just thinks this son is very strange.

The man subconsciously took out a knife from behind.

He asked: "Yi'er, what are you going to do?"

Ling Yi reached out to take the knife and looked at his mother who was lying on his father's legs, as well as his father with a little dull eyes, and Ling Yun, who was staring at his sister with big black eyes while scrambling in the cradle.

Then he carried the knife, turned around, faced the entrance of the mountain temple, and walked out step by step.

"Ling Yi, where are you going?" the man shouted in shock and anxious from behind.

In his opinion, his son is crazy!

It must have been caused by some kind of stimulation that it became like this.

Ling Yi stood firm, but he didn't look back. He whispered: "Dad, I'll go kill someone."

After saying that, he ignored the man who had already stood up and wanted to chase after him, and stepped out of the dilapidated mountain temple without hesitation.

Click!

A thunder sounded in the rolling dark clouds.

The sound was earth-shaking!

The broken mountain temple behind Ling Yi is desolate and mysterious under the lightning, and looks a bit terrible.

Ling Yi unfolded his spiritual thoughts.

This is his dream!

In his dream, if he wants, he is invincible.

Those people are hiding in every corner.

Ling Yi also "saw" that in an endless distant place, a figure was coming quickly.

"Get out for me!"

Ling Yi's tender voice resounded throughout the night sky.

When the man in the mountain temple heard the sound, he immediately wanted to rush out.

Pull this a bit crazy son back.

Ling Yi waved his hand and an invisible barrier directly sealed the entire mountain temple.

The next moment, the people who killed his father with their own hands rushed out.

Facing a little kid holding a knife, the group of people had no sympathy on their faces.

They showed a grim smile on their faces and slashed towards Ling Yi directly.

A flash of sword light!

After tens of thousands of years, Xuanyang Sword, which ranks first in the weapon spectrum in the world of cultivation, finally burst out with a dazzling light again.

In Ling Yi's dream—

A head flew high!

The second one!

The third one!

The fourth one!

Until the end, Ling Yi left the man who cut off his father's head with one knife.

The man knelt in the mud of heavy rain, with endless horror in his eyes, and he looked at the little doll holding a knife incredibly.

I can't understand why a little baby who is only aged and cannot even lift a knife is so terrifying?

Their group of people is not low, but they can't even hold on for a single round in front of this little doll!

Ling Yi came to this man, he stood and the man knelt, but he was still much shorter than this man.

He could only raise his face slightly and look at the man: "Who sent you here?"

This man is silent.

How can I say such a thing?

Anyway, whether you say or not is death. If you don’t say it, you can at least retain a little dignity.

So he didn't say it.

Ling Yi smiled: "Actually, if you don't say it, I know that the Eight Ancient Sects are, but I really don't know who the person instructed you is. But it doesn't matter. I have time and can check it slowly."

The man sneered: "Little guy, although I don't know why you are so powerful, if you want to know something from my mouth, don't dream!"

Ling Yi looked at him expressionlessly: "This is my dream."

This man was stunned.

Ling Yi shook his head: "I came back just to kill you with my own hands... to get rid of my inner demons. I don't really want to know anything from you."

The man raised his head in surprise and looked at Ling Yi: "Come back? What does it mean? What does it mean?"

He didn't believe that anyone in this world could go upstream along the long river of time, so he could not believe what Ling Yi said.

Ling Yi did not answer and looked at him and said, "You may not know that in more than twenty years, a kind of voice transmission jade will become popular in the entire world of practice, and it will eventually appear in every corner of the world of practice. As long as I think, there is no secret that can be hidden from me."

Ling Yi said, a smile appeared on his tender face.

Then he cut off the man's head with a casual knife.

A stream of blood rushed directly into the heavy rain.

The man's head was rumbling on the ground, and was kicked far away by Ling Yi.

The next moment.

This group of people was killed by Ling Yi again.

The key is that Ling Yi retains their memories—

In other words, this group of people retained the complete memory of being stabbed by this little doll with a knife!

When they woke up, they thought it was an hallucination until they saw the little boy holding the knife coming again... Someone collapsed on the spot!

Time and time again.

Ling Yi killed these people hundreds of times!

Until the end, there was no need to ask anything Ling Yi had to ask. The group of people cried and shouted at her, rushing to provide the envoy behind them.

Then they all fell to the ground and asked Ling Yi to give them some fun.

Top floor of the main hall.

The three young men frowned and looked at the direction where Ling Yi was.

Communicate with divine thoughts—
To be continued...