Ying Zhaoxue died once.
There was only one reason for dying under the sword of the only mortal Taoist companion he trusted.
Killing his wife proves the truth.
When he opened his eyes again, Ying Zhaoxue climbed out of the grave, with two hearts beating in his chest.
One was broken and had lost its memory, and the other was hot, violent, and screaming for bloodlust.
It was actually the demonic heart that his mortal Taoist companion Mo Xiandao dug out with his own hands before ascending to heaven.
It restored Ying Zhaoxue's soul, but it also caused him to fall into the devil's path forever, burdened with the curse of resurrecting a dead body every hundred years.
In order to get rid of the curse, Ying Zhaoxue stepped into Wandao Mountain.
But he didn't think about the broken soul lamp at the bottom of the mountain, the remains of the immortal body in the ice coffin, and the protective restrictions that were so familiar that it stung his soul.
They all told Ying Zhaoxue a ridiculous truth:
This mountain is a huge tomb built by Mo Xiandao for him.
What's even more ridiculous is that a sinister "thing" crawled out of Ying Zhaoxue's heart that was pierced by him.
Easy and blameless.
He said that he was the abandoned dark side of Mo Xiandao, the evil thoughts bred by that demonic heart.
His eyes were venomous and fanatical: "Ying Zhaoxue, do you think your ruthless Taoist companion knows that the heart he dug out has been beating in your chest for thousands of years?"
Nowadays, this out-of-control fairy mountain has chaotic time and space and ferocious beasts running rampant.
But Mo Xiandao, who was aloof and should have forgotten his feelings, actually followed his breath and stepped into this land of ten thousand years of cause and effect again.
Yi Wujiu whispered in Ying Zhaoxue's ear: "Kill him!"
Mo Xiandao approached step by step, his eyes were unfamiliar, as if he was looking at an anomaly that shouldn't exist.
"You are an outlier and should be punished."
Ying Zhaoxue tightened her grip on the sword hilt, and Mo Xiandao's heart beat like a drum in her chest.
Ten thousand years ago he killed his wife to preach.
Ten thousand years later, he would kill him again.
Motto: The road in life is long. If someone is with you, that is the best road.