Chapter 443 I finally understand
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Tie Zhong
In the void world, time flies by.
Before he knew it, Wei Yi had already experienced 99 lifetimes.
In the first life, he was a swordsman, a cold-blooded and ruthless swordsman.
It's not because he doesn't want to have feelings, but because his negative emotions have accumulated to a peak in the past 99 lifetimes, causing his heart to be full of chaos in this lifetime, and he even has a faint tendency to schizophrenia.
That's why he had to forcibly suppress all his emotions and keep himself in the most indifferent state at all times, like a cold-blooded machine.
The price for this is that Wei Yi is cold-blooded and ruthless and bloodthirsty.
His background in this life was not good, he was just the son of a slave who had been bullied, and he had been subjected to all kinds of insults and oppression since he was a child. He had no respect, no personality, and was not even regarded as a human being.
This undoubtedly exacerbated his distorted personality.
No matter which life, Wei Yi's only constant is his amazing cultivation talent.
He practiced hard in secret, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.
When a conflict broke out, Wei Yi finally could no longer suppress the murderous desire in his heart, and directly killed all of the family he belonged to.
Later, he was recruited by a killer organization, received full training, and started a career of killing again and again.
In the end, he turned his head around and wiped out that killer organization as well.
For decades of his life, he has been killing and being killed.
In this last life, he has no family, no lover, no brothers and no friends, only the sword in his hand as a companion. He is a swordsman, the purest swordsman.
He is ruthless, cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, and can even be said to be emotionless.
He gradually became the biggest devil in the rivers and lakes of that side of the world, and was hunted down by countless righteous people.
One day, hundreds of righteous masters surrounded him on a cliff.
One step forward is the bottomless abyss, but there are hundreds of powerful righteous masters behind him. There are wolves in front and tigers in back. He has no way out.
Wei Yi stopped, he knew that he had reached the most critical time in his life.
"Is it finally over—"
Wei Yi muttered to himself, instead of fear and panic, he was full of relief.
Over the years, what really tortured him was not killing and being killed, not life and death duels, and not those dangers and predicaments.
To him, these are actually just poisons for him to paralyze himself.
What really tormented him was the complex negative emotions in his mind for 99 lifetimes, like a pack of explosives that could explode at any time, Wei Yi didn't dare to uncover it at all. Once he was uncovered, he might blow himself to pieces immediately.
The pressure of carrying the 99th world was too great, and the burden on his back was too heavy, and he was a little out of breath.
Death, for him, is not despair, but a relief.
However, he didn't know that if he died again, he would no longer be able to continue to reincarnate.
Because this is already his first life, he still hasn't recovered his real memory after all.
"Young man, this is your last chance."
In the nothingness, the red-robed old man muttered to himself.
Even he couldn't help showing a rare look of worry in his eyes at this moment.
Wei Yi is the successor he thinks has the most potential. Not only is it possible to inherit his sword of love, but he also sees in Wei Yi the hope of fulfilling his obsession and defeating the Dayuan Sword Master for him, so deep down in his heart Full of expectations for Wei Yi.
"Devil, you have nowhere to escape today."
"You devil, you killed 130 members of the Lu family, today I want you to pay in blood."
"Although my Blood Knife Sect is a northern Xinjiang sect, I want to eradicate you, a scourge of the world, today."
"Devil, you should kill yourself. People like you should have died a long time ago. Your life in this world is completely unnecessary!"
Many masters who surrounded Wei Yi shouted angrily.
They all knew how powerful the devil in front of them was. Even though Wei Yi was seriously injured, even if his current strength was more than one in ten, the power of the last dying struggle was still palpitating. Who wouldn't want to be the last person to be buried with him.
So everyone just yelled around, but no one was willing to rush forward to do it first.
Seeing their timid appearance, Wei Yi couldn't help laughing instead.
The smile was extremely indifferent, but also extremely arrogant, full of contempt and sarcasm.
"A group of cowards, it took me so many years to push me to a desperate situation, and even asked me to actively cooperate. What a bunch of rubbish."
"But it's finally the end, and I can finally be free."
"Is it redundant? Yes, I am indeed a redundant person in this world, but after today, I will no longer be redundant."
A relieved smile appeared on Wei Yi's face, with a strange expression on his face, and he walked towards the crowd step by step.
Instead, those people were forced to retreat step by step.
"You, what do you want to do?"
"Let's go together and kill him!"
Finally, someone couldn't bear this weird atmosphere, and immediately stopped and shouted angrily.
Wei Yi stopped in his tracks, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"it's time."
"After waiting for so many years, I'm going to die anyway."
"I'd like to see what the negative emotions I've been suppressing can do to me..."
A hint of madness flashed in Wei Yi's eyes.
The many memories and emotions in his mind were no longer suppressed, and all of them rushed out like river waves for a while, and Wei Yi's aura also surged wildly.
Scarlet blood flowed out of the pupils of both eyes, as ferocious and terrifying as an evil ghost.
Countless memories and emotions exploded in an instant, and his whole head seemed to explode.
My mind was blank, I didn't know anything, I didn't remember anything.
Wei Yi forgot everything at once, only the sword in his hand kept waving.
Every sword seems to contain mysterious and unpredictable power, and every sword has an astonishing lethality, far exceeding his normal level when he is seriously injured.
This duel has been going on for a long time, and hundreds of righteous masters were slaughtered by him.
Wei Yi himself finally exhausted all his potential and slowly fell into a pool of blood.
"Are you finally going to die?"
"However, before I died, I finally understood..."
Wei Yi muttered something to himself, but there was a relieved smile on his pale face.
Then the vitality was completely cut off.
But at this time, the red-robed old man in the empty space laughed instead.
With a wave of his right hand, a beam of light rose rapidly from below in an instant, and soon appeared in front of him, turning into a figure, which was Wei Yi.
It's just that compared with the Wei Yi back then, everything has become completely different.
"Young man, congratulations..."
The red-robed old man spoke slowly.
Before he knew it, Wei Yi had already experienced 99 lifetimes.
In the first life, he was a swordsman, a cold-blooded and ruthless swordsman.
It's not because he doesn't want to have feelings, but because his negative emotions have accumulated to a peak in the past 99 lifetimes, causing his heart to be full of chaos in this lifetime, and he even has a faint tendency to schizophrenia.
That's why he had to forcibly suppress all his emotions and keep himself in the most indifferent state at all times, like a cold-blooded machine.
The price for this is that Wei Yi is cold-blooded and ruthless and bloodthirsty.
His background in this life was not good, he was just the son of a slave who had been bullied, and he had been subjected to all kinds of insults and oppression since he was a child. He had no respect, no personality, and was not even regarded as a human being.
This undoubtedly exacerbated his distorted personality.
No matter which life, Wei Yi's only constant is his amazing cultivation talent.
He practiced hard in secret, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds.
When a conflict broke out, Wei Yi finally could no longer suppress the murderous desire in his heart, and directly killed all of the family he belonged to.
Later, he was recruited by a killer organization, received full training, and started a career of killing again and again.
In the end, he turned his head around and wiped out that killer organization as well.
For decades of his life, he has been killing and being killed.
In this last life, he has no family, no lover, no brothers and no friends, only the sword in his hand as a companion. He is a swordsman, the purest swordsman.
He is ruthless, cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, and can even be said to be emotionless.
He gradually became the biggest devil in the rivers and lakes of that side of the world, and was hunted down by countless righteous people.
One day, hundreds of righteous masters surrounded him on a cliff.
One step forward is the bottomless abyss, but there are hundreds of powerful righteous masters behind him. There are wolves in front and tigers in back. He has no way out.
Wei Yi stopped, he knew that he had reached the most critical time in his life.
"Is it finally over—"
Wei Yi muttered to himself, instead of fear and panic, he was full of relief.
Over the years, what really tortured him was not killing and being killed, not life and death duels, and not those dangers and predicaments.
To him, these are actually just poisons for him to paralyze himself.
What really tormented him was the complex negative emotions in his mind for 99 lifetimes, like a pack of explosives that could explode at any time, Wei Yi didn't dare to uncover it at all. Once he was uncovered, he might blow himself to pieces immediately.
The pressure of carrying the 99th world was too great, and the burden on his back was too heavy, and he was a little out of breath.
Death, for him, is not despair, but a relief.
However, he didn't know that if he died again, he would no longer be able to continue to reincarnate.
Because this is already his first life, he still hasn't recovered his real memory after all.
"Young man, this is your last chance."
In the nothingness, the red-robed old man muttered to himself.
Even he couldn't help showing a rare look of worry in his eyes at this moment.
Wei Yi is the successor he thinks has the most potential. Not only is it possible to inherit his sword of love, but he also sees in Wei Yi the hope of fulfilling his obsession and defeating the Dayuan Sword Master for him, so deep down in his heart Full of expectations for Wei Yi.
"Devil, you have nowhere to escape today."
"You devil, you killed 130 members of the Lu family, today I want you to pay in blood."
"Although my Blood Knife Sect is a northern Xinjiang sect, I want to eradicate you, a scourge of the world, today."
"Devil, you should kill yourself. People like you should have died a long time ago. Your life in this world is completely unnecessary!"
Many masters who surrounded Wei Yi shouted angrily.
They all knew how powerful the devil in front of them was. Even though Wei Yi was seriously injured, even if his current strength was more than one in ten, the power of the last dying struggle was still palpitating. Who wouldn't want to be the last person to be buried with him.
So everyone just yelled around, but no one was willing to rush forward to do it first.
Seeing their timid appearance, Wei Yi couldn't help laughing instead.
The smile was extremely indifferent, but also extremely arrogant, full of contempt and sarcasm.
"A group of cowards, it took me so many years to push me to a desperate situation, and even asked me to actively cooperate. What a bunch of rubbish."
"But it's finally the end, and I can finally be free."
"Is it redundant? Yes, I am indeed a redundant person in this world, but after today, I will no longer be redundant."
A relieved smile appeared on Wei Yi's face, with a strange expression on his face, and he walked towards the crowd step by step.
Instead, those people were forced to retreat step by step.
"You, what do you want to do?"
"Let's go together and kill him!"
Finally, someone couldn't bear this weird atmosphere, and immediately stopped and shouted angrily.
Wei Yi stopped in his tracks, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"it's time."
"After waiting for so many years, I'm going to die anyway."
"I'd like to see what the negative emotions I've been suppressing can do to me..."
A hint of madness flashed in Wei Yi's eyes.
The many memories and emotions in his mind were no longer suppressed, and all of them rushed out like river waves for a while, and Wei Yi's aura also surged wildly.
Scarlet blood flowed out of the pupils of both eyes, as ferocious and terrifying as an evil ghost.
Countless memories and emotions exploded in an instant, and his whole head seemed to explode.
My mind was blank, I didn't know anything, I didn't remember anything.
Wei Yi forgot everything at once, only the sword in his hand kept waving.
Every sword seems to contain mysterious and unpredictable power, and every sword has an astonishing lethality, far exceeding his normal level when he is seriously injured.
This duel has been going on for a long time, and hundreds of righteous masters were slaughtered by him.
Wei Yi himself finally exhausted all his potential and slowly fell into a pool of blood.
"Are you finally going to die?"
"However, before I died, I finally understood..."
Wei Yi muttered something to himself, but there was a relieved smile on his pale face.
Then the vitality was completely cut off.
But at this time, the red-robed old man in the empty space laughed instead.
With a wave of his right hand, a beam of light rose rapidly from below in an instant, and soon appeared in front of him, turning into a figure, which was Wei Yi.
It's just that compared with the Wei Yi back then, everything has become completely different.
"Young man, congratulations..."
The red-robed old man spoke slowly.
