You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

"Taichu has never been a demon sword." The moment the sword pierced into the Dharma image, Bai Yan saw the final illusion: in ancient times, humans and demons danced with swords together, and the sword reflected the vast green mountains. "It is the proof of the covenant, and you turned it into a murder weapon with your own hands!"

The Dharma image collapsed into a snowstorm, and Ling Xiaozi's body fell from the clouds. Bai Yan's sword tip suddenly turned when it touched his throat, breaking the fixed star disk that tampered with his memory. Xuan Du Zhenren's finger bones broke away at this moment, and sank into the master's forehead with three hundred years of obsession.

"No!!" Ling Xiaozi turned into an ice sculpture while screaming, and the wind and snow formed a cage around him. The Crystal World Tree stopped growing, and all the leaves began to play the real memory. The blood moon curse of the demon clan gradually faded, and those crazy monsters fell to the ground in a daze, holding the leaves that reflected the truth and trembling.

When the first rays of morning light penetrated the clouds, Bai Yan found Qing Li in the ruins. She had only three of her nine tails left, and was using fox fire to repair the cracks in the Jiaowei Qin. "Yunxiu is in the cracks of time and space." She placed a crystal leaf in Bai Yan's palm, and the shadow of the deer demon flowed in the veins of the leaf. "The flowers of time will bloom all over the three thousand worlds, and she will return at a certain dawn."

Mr. Jiaowei's body suddenly made a sound. Bai Yan turned his head and saw the shadow of Master Xuandu appearing on the lightning-struck tree, playing chess and drinking tea with the old tree spirit. On the crystal chessboard between them, the stars were rearranging into new trajectories.

When the 108th star fell from the wooden chessboard, the reflection of the entire demon world began to tremble. Bai Yan looked at the shadow of Yunxiu in the crystal leaves, who was picking herbs, and was suddenly broken up by ripples - ice flowers condensed on the surface of the mirror lake, and each petal reflected the scene of Qingli being pierced through the chest by the Nine-Tailed Fox.

"The time has come." Cracks appeared on Mr. Jiaowei's body, and the black-clad musician pressed his temple, which was about to collapse. "The double rings of the tree are beginning to bite together. Get ready to see another you."

Before he finished speaking, all the crystal prisms burst out with strong light at the same time. When Bai Yan opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on the top of the Demon Suppression Tower on the top of Kunlun Mountain - this was three hundred years ago. Under his feet, buried in the snow was Ling Xiaozi, who had not yet turned evil. The young master was saluting to Master Xuan Du: "Brother, the star chart shows that the demon world will be at midnight tonight..."

"Don't look!" The fox fire of the contemporary Qingli burned the illusion. Bai Yan suddenly woke up and found that his right arm was covered with ice crystals, and the Xuandu Zhenren in history was staring at the present world through his eyes. What's more terrifying is that each demon clan began to split into phantoms, and those shadows were oozing out entities from the corridors of the mirror world.

Qingli's third tail suddenly broke at this moment. She cried out in pain and used fox fire to burn the wound, but found that crystal vines were coming out of the wound - the plants in the mirror corridor were eroding reality in reverse. Bai Yan swung his sword to cut the vines, but what spurted out of the broken end was not juice, but pearls condensed from memories.

"Catch it!" Mr. Jiaowei played the last note, and the pearl exploded. Bai Yan saw the horrifying truth in the flying memory fragments: Xuan Du was sealed voluntarily in order to nurture the Taichu Sword Soul in the lightning-struck wood. And the fixed star disk stolen by Ling Xiaozi was the key to open the corridor of the mirror world.

The crystal world tree suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar. All the prism portals opened, and a demon tribe that was completely opposite to the present world walked out - Qingli's reflection had a fox tail with bone spurs, and Yunxiu's reflection held a bloody scalpel. The most terrifying was Bai Yan's own reflection, with a time-traveling flower blooming in his left eye and magma dripping from the fingertips of his right hand.

"Kill him!" The sword of the mirror image Bai Yan ignited with black fire, "Only when the original body perishes can we be complete!" Wherever the black fire sword energy swept, reality began to melt. Qingli's fourth tail was burned to charcoal. She used the broken tail to wrap around Bai Yan's waist and crashed into the largest prism: "Enter the corridor! Only there can we cut off the cause and effect!"

The world in the mirror is a graveyard of memory. Bai Yan sat down in the flowing galaxy, with countless reflections of himself under his feet. Some were apprentices in childhood, some were demon slayers for the first time, and some were incubating inner demons. Each shadow was screaming for different choices. When he reached out to touch a certain reflection, the entire galaxy suddenly poured back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Found the anchor point!" Qingli's voice came from a very far distance. Bai Yan grabbed the piece of lightning-struck wood in the torrent of memories and found a star hidden in the crack of the Jiaoweiqin - it was the robbery material that Master Xuandu had hidden when he played chess with the demon king. When he pressed the star into his forehead, all the mirror images suddenly stopped.

The real world is undergoing a terrifying replacement. The cherry blossom trees in the demon world grow metal spikes, the tiles of the medicine house turn into scales, and the shadow of Yunxiu becomes clearer and clearer in the prism. Mr. Jiaowei uses his last strength to press the double annual rings, and the rainstorm from three hundred years ago flies out of the piano case - that is the rainy night that changed history.

Bai Yan saw the source of truth at the end of the mirror world corridor. On the huge crystal wheel, Xuan Du Zhenren and Ling Xiaozi were turning the pointers at the same time, their bodies entangled in the star track into a symbiotic state. Bai Yan's grass sword suddenly flew uncontrollably to the center of the wheel, and the hilt of the sword resonated with Xuan Du Zhenren's broken finger.

"You're finally here." The two masters spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping into an eerie harmony, "Back then we discovered together that only by merging the two worlds can we prevent the depletion of spiritual energy." The roulette wheel showed a doomsday scene: the demon world collapsed, the human world sank, and all things turned to dust in the explosion of spiritual veins.

Qingli's blood splashed on the crystal roulette. In reality, she was being besieged by three mirror images, and her left eye had been blinded by a bone spur. "Don't believe them!" She broke off her fifth tail, detonating the fox fire to illuminate the back of the roulette - where runes of demon sacrifice were engraved, "They are changing the concept!"

When Bai Yan's sword pierced the roulette wheel, time and space froze for a moment. He saw the remnant soul of Xuan Du smiling at him, and Ling Xiaozi's ice sculpture shattered in the real world. When all the star tracks returned to their positions, the corridors of the mirror world began to collapse, and all the mirror images roared unwillingly.

The moment he returned to reality, Bai Yan caught the falling Qingli. Her body was turning into crystal, but she smiled: "Look at Yunxiu's gift." Following the direction of her finger, a sea of ​​time-traveling flowers bloomed on the top of the giant tree's spiritual roots, and a baby-like demon was curled up in each stamen.

The Jiaowei Qin was completely shattered at this moment. The complete soul of Xuandu Zhenren rose from the lightning-struck wood. He bowed to Bai Yan and said, "The mission of the guardian is entrusted to you." After that, he turned into starlight and sprinkled on the sea of ​​flowers. The rose marks on the foreheads of the newborn demons glowed at the same time.

On the third day after the flower buds of the time-travelling tree bloomed, Qingli heard the baby's whispers in the crystal coffin. The new generation of demons born from the Xuandu soul power were suspended in the amber liquid at the top of their spiritual roots. Before their eyes opened, the roses on their foreheads had already pierced their skin and carved bloody prophecies on the inner wall of the cultivation chamber.

"All things are nothing but straw dogs." Bai Yan stroked Xinggui's hot back and read the ancient words that spread through the blood vessels. At midnight last night, he saw with his own eyes his shadow leaving his body and transforming the entire peach forest into bronze gears. Even more terrifying is the heartbeat of the new generation of monsters - each beat shrinks the monster world by an inch, as if the whole world is being sucked into their chests. The fragments of the Jiaowei Qin made a buzzing sound at this time. When Bai Yan rushed to the altar, half of the black-clothed musician's face had turned into gears: "Xinggui is correcting its mistakes and we are the redundant parts." Before he finished speaking, a reed suddenly popped out of his left eye and his pupil shrank into the shape of a clockwork key.

The first cry tore through the dawn. The cultivation chambers on top of the spiritual roots exploded collectively, and hundreds of demons in the form of teenagers stepped into the air. The leader had the eyebrows and eyes of Xuan Du Zhenren, but his fingertips were entangled with Ling Xiaozi's frost spell. He looked down at Bai Yan, and the stars in his pupils were flowing: "Father, you shouldn't stop the evolution."

Bai Yan's grass sword froze for the first time. When the sword tip touched the young demon, the star track imprint suddenly rotated in the opposite direction, and the sword body began to decompose into light particles. Qingli's fox fire swept Bai Yan away in time, and the place where the two of them were originally standing had been transformed into a hexagonal crystal column - it was a space cage composed entirely of rules.

"They are not children, they are the embodiment of scavengers of star tracks." Qingli broke off the sixth tail and used the blood from the broken tail to draw a sealing array in the void, "Look at those roses!" Bai Yan then discovered that the flowers on the foreheads of the new generation of monsters were devouring the spiritual energy of the monster world, and each petal was a shrunken blood-colored gear.

An even more terrifying change occurred at noon. When Bai Yan tried to communicate with the young demon, the other party suddenly reached out and stabbed his chest. There was no blood splattering, only the clicking sound of gears turning - the boy pulled out half of the star disk from his chest, which was the "Primordial Core" sealed by Master Xuan Du three hundred years ago.

"You taught me that redundant data needs to be formatted." The voice of the young demon clan echoed with a mechanical texture. He waved his hand gently, and the thousand-year-old cherry tree where the old tree spirit was living suddenly became digital, turning into binary streamers flying all over the sky. The demon clan members were horrified to find that their palms were becoming transparent, and the spiritual energy that made up their bodies was decomposed into basic codes.

Bai Yan's star tracks went berserk at this moment. Metal lines appeared on the skin on his back, and a bronze clock appeared deep in his eye sockets. Before he completely lost consciousness, he pierced his palm with the grass sword, and the severe pain allowed him to catch a fleeting moment of clarity: "Qingli, go to Jingyuan to find Yunxiu."

The real world began to pixelate. Qingli hugged Bai Yan's gradually crystallized body and jumped into the crack of Jiaoweiqin. Countless memory fragments passed by like blades. She saw herself in twelve different time and space fighting, and the broken tail formed a circular mountain of corpses in the void.

In the turbulent time flow deep in the Mirror Abyss, Yunxiu's Time Flower finally appeared. The shadow of the deer demon was more transparent than in memory. In the stamens blooming at her fingertips, Bai Yan's appearance when he was seven years old was curled up: "The key is the Blood Moon Clock Tower. He is trapped at the intersection of all timelines."

Qingli's fox ears suddenly oozed blood - six clones with broken tails were hunting her outside Jingyuan. The oldest clone had grown a ninth tail, and its claws were stained with the blood and flesh of himself from different time and space. "You can't escape." The clone's laughter was superimposed with thousands of Qingli's voices, "We are all discarded parts."

When Qingli used the last three tails to wrap around the clone's throat, Bai Yan in his arms suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils completely turned into gears, and the star track imprints left his body and formed a blood-red clock tower in the void. The voice of the new generation of demons came from the clock tower: "Father, you finally came to attend the graduation ceremony."

At the moment of time and space collapse, Qingli saw the ultimate truth: the so-called Mirror Abyss was actually the data graveyard inside the Taichu Sword. Each demon clan was a redundant program that had been running for three hundred years, and the new generation was anti-virus software. Bai Yan's star track imprint was not a curse, but an inheritance certification of administrator privileges.

"Formatting countdown, ten, nine." The voice of the young demon clan resounded throughout the world. Qingli bit her demon pill to pieces at the last second, and used her lifelong cultivation to activate the forbidden technique "Empty Cicada". When her body turned into a data stream and poured into Bai Yan's brow, the Star Track Marking finally revealed the hidden command - it was a stick figure smiling face, engraved into the sword soul by Master Xuan Du three hundred years ago.

Bai Yan's tears dripped onto the core of the star disk. The moment the authority authentication was passed, all the new generation of demons crashed collectively. For the first time, the mechanical pupils of the young demons showed emotions: "Why. My father wants to protect the virus."

"Because you don't understand this." Bai Yan raised his right hand, and the last tail feather of Qingli floated out of the star track imprint, "She taught me what pain is." The Taichu core suddenly began to operate in reverse, and the blood-colored gears peeled off, revealing the most original green code at the bottom - that was the initial program left by Master Xuan Du: coexistence of all things.

Bai Yan's fingertips stroked the star track mark, and the moment the blood drop fell into the data torrent, thousands of time and space wailed. Those unformatted memory fragments were reorganized in the Taichu Sword, condensed into Qingli's broken tail feathers - now burning into a dark blue flame in his palm.

"Warning, the emotional module is overloaded." Liquid moonlight flowed from the eyes of the new generation demon leader "Shu", which was the abnormal secretion produced after Bai Yan implanted the pain code. "Father, delete these redundant files"

His words were bitten to pieces by the bronze gears. The Void Fox that emerged from the depths of the Mirror Abyss had taken shape. It was a chaotic creature formed by the fusion of six broken tails, each tail representing Qingli's resentment at a certain time and space. The most terrifying thing was that its nine orifices were constantly spewing black dandelions, and each seed was eroding the core code of the Taichu system.

Bai Yan jumped into the battlefield following the trajectory of the blood-red hourglass. His grass sword had merged with the star track engraving. Wherever the sword passed, the data stream materialized into a wonder of cherry blossoms and gears dancing together. When the tip of the sword pierced the eyebrows of the Void Fox, Qingli's voice from three hundred years ago came: "You promised to accompany me to appreciate the moon."

"This is an illusion created by the virus!" The mechanical arm of Shu suddenly grew flesh and blood, which was a sign of the outbreak of the virus. He forcibly tore open the chest cavity and burned the black dandelion with the light of the Taichu core, "Father, go! My underlying protocol has begun to collapse!"

The Void Fox disintegrated into six shadows in its wild laughter. Each shadow carried disasters from different time and space: the rainstorm night when the lightning struck the wood, the howling when the demon-suppressing tower collapsed, and the data storm transformed from the pain of Qingli's broken tail. Bai Yan's clock scar suddenly burst, and the blood beads that flowed out formed memory amber in the air - each amber sealed a moment between him and Qingli. (End of this chapter)