"Shut up!" Dean roared angrily and punched the evil Dean in the face.
Dean easily dodged sideways and punched Dean in the chest with his backhand. Dean was beaten back and hit the wall, and there was a sharp pain in his chest." I said. Is that wrong?" Dean sneered, "After you poison Hell, you will only become a demon like me, with no emotions, no bonds, only killing and destruction. This is your fate, you can't escape it."
After saying that, Dean snapped his fingers. The walls of the room suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding scene changed instantly. They were in a sea of fire, with flames rising into the sky, thick smoke billowing, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and screams. Countless demons shuttled in the sea of fire, and they had black Wings, red eyes, and sharp fangs are torturing the souls who have fallen into Hell. Some souls are chained and hung in mid-air, enduring the burning of the flames; some souls are bitten by demons and become bloody; some souls are thrown into the oil pan and scream miserably.
This is the scene of Hell, the future that Dean is about to face.
Dean looked at everything in front of him, his face turned pale, and his body was shaking involuntarily. He could feel the heat of the flames, hear the screams of the soul, and smell the breath of death. The voice of Dean in the dream sounded in his ears, cold and bewitching. "Did you see it? This is your final destination. You will be tortured here and eventually become a demon like them. Everything you protect will be in vain."
Dean was stabbed in a painful spot, and the fear and self-denial in his heart broke out instantly. He roared, like an out-of-control beast, rushing towards the dreamland Dean: "I am not a tool! I am not a waste! I don't want to be Hell! I want to live! I want to protect Sam!"
Evil Dean opened his black demon eyes, his eyes full of disdain. He kicked Dean in the stomach, and Dean was kicked to the ground, curled up, and groaning in pain. "You can't escape," Dream Dean looked down at him, his tone full of determination, "This is your fate, you can only accept it."
Dean lay on the ground, looking at the Hell scene in front of him, his heart filled with despair. He had to admit that what Dean said in the dream was right - he was indeed a loser, unable to even control his own destiny, and could only walk helplessly towards destruction.
Bai Haorui was smashed into a red space by an overwhelming force - there was no sky, no earth, only the molten red color soaked in all directions, the air was so hot that it twisted into ripples, and taking a single breath felt like swallowing hot water. Iron sand. The ground was covered with layers of charred corpses of demons, ghosts, and monsters. Some were burned into charcoal-black skeletons, and some souls had not yet dissipated. They were wailing in pain on the piles of corpses. The rich evil energy and violent fire energy intertwined and swirled, almost condensing into a substantial black mist.
"Finally met the 'other me'."
A cold voice penetrated the wailing sound. Bai Haorui looked up suddenly and saw a figure exactly like him standing not far away. The same black hair and the same face, but covered in blood. The black hair was wet with sticky blood drops and stuck to the pale cheek. Violence and madness surged in his eyes. There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth. He was holding a dark demon soul crystal in his hand, and his fingertips were still stained with crystal powder. He was slowly licking it clean. The sinister aura emitted by the soul crystal was like a poisonous snake, drilling into his body along his fingertips, making the dark red True Fire all over his body become more intense.
He is the embodiment of the greed for power and desire for killing deep in the dream Bai Haorui--Bai Haorui's heart, the obsession condensed after breaking free from the shackles of "guarding".
"Guarding that ridiculous 'Guardian Heart', my cultivation speed is as slow as a snail." Bai Haorui in the dream moved his neck, and his bones made a harsh clicking sound. Dark red True Fire spread along his ankles, everywhere he passed., the scorched corpses on the ground instantly turned into ashes, "Look at me, I have no bonds, no emotions, I only hunt powerful enemies and swallow my roots. The true meaning of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" is 'power first', but you use the so-called 'guarding' to tie yourself up, you are really stupid."
"What the hell kind of look do you have like this?" Bai Haorui frowned and took a step back, a red gold color formed on his fingertips True Fire. The flame was warm and pure, and was incompatible with the evil atmosphere around him. "The hair was stained with blood, and the whole body was full of hostility. He is simply a madman swallowed by power. The summary of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" clearly states, 'Guardian is the guide, True Fire is the wings'. There is no emotion, no goal to protect, no matter how strong the power is, it is still a demon, and sooner or later it will bite back!"
"So what about the devil?" Evil Bai Haorui sneered, and the dark red True Fire all over his body suddenly surged, sweeping like a tsunami, "Power is everything! As long as you have enough power, you can control everything and do whatever you want!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved, and the soaring demonic fire instantly condensed into a fire dragon several feet long. The dragon's head was ferocious, its scales were glowing with black luster, and corrosive dark red flames were spitting out from its teeth. It roared and rushed towards Bai Haorui. Wherever the fire dragon passed, the ground cracked, and the charred corpses instantly turned into fly ash. The air was scorched, and even the space was slightly distorted.
"True Fire Fierce·Demon Flame Transforms into a Dragon!" "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" is a basic move that is twisted by the demonic fire into a killing technique. It has no defense but only offense and has a corrosive effect.
Bai Haorui's pupils suddenly shrunk, and he did not dare to be careless at all. He immediately started to use the technique, and quickly formed seals with his hands. The red-gold True Fire burst out from the palms of his hands, condensing into an arc-shaped fire shield more than ten feet wide in front of him. The Daoist Bagua lines faintly appeared on the fire shield. The power of pure Yang was continuously emitted, dispersing the evil and evil energy around him.
"True Fire Yu·Bagua Guard!" The core of the skill is to guard the moves with the original mind True Fire. The Bagua patterns strengthen pure Yang defense and restrain Yin evil.
"Boom--!"
The fire dragon slammed into the fire shield, and the dark red and red gold flames collided violently, bursting out with dazzling light. The powerful shock wave was like a giant hammer, flying away the corpse fragments around it. Bai Haorui was shocked by the shock wave, and his blood surged. The tiger's mouth split instantly, and blood dripped down his fingertips. His body retreated like a kite with broken strings, and hit hard against a pile of charred skeletons. Bones The dull pain of shattering came, and a large mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked up and saw that the red-gold fire shield was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and some of them had even broken, revealing his pale face behind him.
But the dream Bai Haorui still stood there, motionless, with a cruel smile on his lips, and the dark red magic fire around him became more and more intense, as if the attack just now was just casual.
"Vulnerable."
Before he finished speaking, the figure of the evil Bai Haorui suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dark red afterimage. The alarm bell sounded in Bai Haorui's heart, and he subconsciously dodged sideways - almost the same Suddenly, a three-foot-long fire knife scraped across his neck. The blade was filled with rich black air, and the knife wind carried a biting coldness. It actually overcame the scorching heat around him, leaving a shallow burn mark on his neck, and the skin instantly became red, swollen and blistered.
"You loser who is guarding the bond, you can't even catch one of my moves!" The voice of Bai Haorui in the dream sounded in my ears, full of disdain.
Bai Haorui turned sideways and narrowly avoided the subsequent series of slashes. He could feel that the opponent's speed was astonishingly fast, and every slash was filled with evil fire. Each move was fatal and did not give others a chance to breathe. In a hurry, dozens of red-gold fire needles as thin as ox hair condensed on Bai Haorui's fingertips, and shot towards the evil Bai Haorui in a fan shape. The fire needles were wrapped with the pure power of pure yang, specifically piercing the weak points of the evil atmosphere.
"What you are doing is not practicing, it is devouring! The evil source that has not been purified through refining will be eaten back sooner or later!" Bai Haorui shouted while dodging.
"True Fire Thorn·Pure Yang Penetrates the Bone!" A small and quick move, using True Fire Condensation Needle, it is designed to break through the weak points of the evil aura, suitable for close counterattacks
Evil Bai Haorui sneered, waved his left hand casually, and the dark red magic fire turned into a thick wall of fire. The fire needle hit the fire wall and was instantly annihilated without causing even a ripple. He stepped forward and slashed with the magic fire knife in a series, and the wind of the knife roared, Bai Haorui's escape routes were blocked. Bai Haorui had no choice but to rely on his physical skills to dodge. His clothes were torn by the demonic fire, and his skin was sore from the fire wind. Small burn marks appeared quickly, blood seeped out, and was scabbed by the hot breath around him.
His strength is far less than that of his opponent, and his speed is also far different. He can only defend passively. Every time he dodges, he is surrounded by dangers. If he is not careful, he will be killed by the fire knife.
"Give up!" Bai Haorui's voice in the dream was bewitching, "Join me, there are no bonds, no weaknesses, we will hunt gods and demons together, and we will reach Human-Fire Unity Realm in less than a year!"
Bai Haorui was breathing heavily, and his chest was heaving violently. Most of the True Qi in his body had been consumed, and the red-gold True Fire Pill in his dantian was beating more and more faintly. He knew that he could no longer be passive like this. If he continued, he would sooner or later be consumed by the opponent. In a desperate situation, Bai Haorui's eyes became more determined. The figures of Sam, Dean, and Bobby flashed in his mind, and the images of them fighting side by side flashed across his mind - these people were the family he wanted to protect, their bond, and his source of strength.
"Guardian is the root, True Fire transforms into agang, purple flame locks the devil, and purifies all directions!" Bai Haorui recited the exercise formula silently in his heart, and the red gold color True Fire around him suddenly increased sharply, and the color gradually changed from red gold to lavender., the power of pure Yang became more and more concentrated, and there was a hint of purification in the hot air around him. The air began to fluctuate violently, and the lavender True Fire seemed to be alive, flowing along his meridians, and each time it circulated, his strength increased.
He formed complex seals on his hands, and the lavender True Fire spread from his whole body, turning into dozens of flame chains as thick as his arms. The chains were engraved with dense Daoist purification runes, shining with warm light, intertwining into a huge fire net in the air, and quickly gathering towards the evil Bai Haorui.
"Purple Flame Demon-Locking Array, start!" "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" is the third advanced formation move that needs to be activated with the intention of protecting the heart. True Fire is dyed purple and has preliminary purifying power, specializing in trapping the body transformed by evil obsessions.
The flame chains instantly wrapped around the limbs and torso of the evil Bai Haorui, and the purification runes were attached to his body, sizzling, burning the evil aura on his body. The dream Bai Haorui let out an angry roar, and Zhou The body demon fire exploded crazily, and the dark red flame surged like a tide, desperately attacking the purple flame chain. The runes on the chain gradually dimmed, the lavender True Fire began to shake slightly, and tiny cracks appeared, and the formation was about to be broken.
"The meaning of protection!? This ridiculous power also wants to trap me? How naive!"
Bai Haorui roared in the dream, and the demonic fire all over his body condensed in his right hand, turning into a Fire-Tipped Spear that was more than ten feet long. The tip of the gun glowed with a dark cold light, and the gun body was wrapped with twisted black Qi, exuding the aura of destroying everything. He exerted force suddenly, Fire-Tipped Spear hit hard - there was a crisp "click" sound, several purple flame chains were violently broken, the formation instantly collapsed, and fragments scattered everywhere.
"Let me show you the real power!" Evil Bai Haorui held Fire-Tipped Spear, his eyes were crazy and violent, and he rushed towards Bai Haorui, "True Fire Gun·Magic Flame Soul-Severing!"
Fire-Tipped Spear was so fast that Bai Haorui had no time to dodge. He could only subconsciously condense the lavender True Fire with his left arm, trying to block it - "Pfft!" With a muffled sound, Fire-Tipped Spear pierced his shoulder fiercely, and dark red flames poured into his body along the tip of the gun, burning his meridians and soul. The severe pain made him almost faint, and his eyesight turned black.
Blood spurted out from the wound, stained his robes red, dripped on the ground, and was instantly evaporated.
"How is it? Do you feel hopeless?" Evil Bai Haorui sneered, and activated the magic fire with both hands. Fire-Tipped Spear turned hard in Bai Haorui's shoulders, and the wound was torn even wider. The harsh sound of Bones's friction came, "Give up! Your protective heart will only make you irrecoverable!"
Bai Haorui endured the excruciating pain, clenched his teeth, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his vision began to blur. But he could feel the True Fire Pill in his body beating violently, the red-gold True Fire and the ink The red demonic fire collided and entangled with each other in the body, burning his internal organs. At this moment, the mantra "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" sounded in his mind again, "True Fire Pure Yang, the original heart is the root, the guardian is the guide, purifies all things."
Yes, the core of True Fire is pure Yang, which is the heart and protection.
Bai Haorui opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of clear determination flashed in his eyes. Although his body was in unbearable pain, his eyes were astonishingly bright. He looked into the eyes of the evil Bai Haorui, and a weak smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Have you forgotten? The core of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" is pure Yang! It is the original heart! Your magic fire will eventually be purified by the original heart!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Haorui no longer deliberately resisted the demonic fire in his body, but instead used all his strength to activate the True Fire Pill in his dantian. The lavender Pure Yang True Fire followed the pierced shoulder and along Fire-Tipped Spear's gun body went upstream and rushed straight into the dreamland Bai Haorui! He used himself as a guide to send Pure Yang True Fire into the opponent's body, letting the demonic fire rage in his meridians, burning his flesh and blood, just to touch the core of the dark red demonic fire.
"True Fire Origin·Pure Yang Purification!" The skill's natal move uses the original heart as the guide and True Fire Pill as the source to explode the power of pure Yang, specifically purifying the distorted True Fire and the body of obsession, at the cost of suffering the backlash.
The moment the lavender Pure Yang True Fire touched the dark red magic fire, it made a harsh sizzling sound, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. The magic fire of Bai Haorui in the dream began to melt rapidly, turning into wisps of black smoke, and the air was filled with a smell of burnt smell. His face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with incredible horror. "Impossible! How can power lose to feelings?!"
He wanted to withdraw Fire-Tipped Spear, but found that the gun body had been firmly locked by the lavender Pure Yang True Fire, unable to move. The power of pure Yang poured into his body crazily along the gun body, purifying every inch of his magic fire., corroding his soul. The dream Bai Haorui let out a shrill roar, and his body began to disintegrate from his fingertips. The dark red magic fire continued to dissipate under the burning of Pure Yang True Fire, and his figure became more and more transparent.
"I won't give it up! Guarding will only become a shackles! Power is the only truth! Sooner or later, you will understand that your protective heart will make you irreversible!"
This was the last roar of the evil Bai Haorui, with endless unwillingness and madness. Before he finished speaking, his figure completely turned into black smoke and dissipated in the red space.
As he disappeared, the illusion of the surrounding hunting ground also shattered, and the boundless red gradually faded away, returning to the chaotic dream void.
Bai Haorui slowly pulled out the residual image of Fire-Tipped Spear on his shoulder, shaking his body and almost falling. The lavender True Fire slowly flowed around the wound, purifying the last traces of the demonic fire. A heartbreaking pain came, but he felt that the power in his body was rapidly recovering. The red-gold True Fire Pill in his Dantian was completely tempered by the power of pure Yang and the heart of guardianship in this life-and-death duel. The color changed from red gold to lavender, and the elixir was as solid as jade, exuding a warm light - he officially broke through the fourth level of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art", Gang Condensation Pill Realm, Greater Completion!
A layer of lavender fire film as thin as cicada wings slowly emerged from under his skin, covering the wound. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the muscle fibers quickly reorganized, the bones reset, and the pain gradually dissipated. The pure Yang power in the body became purer, and the connection with the heart became closer. The meridians were broadened a lot, and True Qi flowed more smoothly.
Bai Haorui clenches the palm of his hand, and the lavender True Fire beats gently, warm and powerful. It is no longer as sharp as before, but has a calmness of "defending without being weak, attacking without being violent". This is the power of "True Fire of Guardian", which is tougher and more powerful than the simple power of killing.
He looked up at the chaotic void, and his heart became clear: the true meaning of Kung Fu has never been about power, but about protection as the root and heart as the guide. Power without emotions is a devil, and power with fetters is the light that can truly support the way forward.
Bai Haorui sensed the soul breath of Sam and Dean, and moved the lavender True Fire of Gang Condensation Pill, tearing apart the void of the dream and appearing in Dean's dream.
What comes into view is the scene of Dean being pushed to the ground by Dean in the dream. The demonic eyes of Dean in the dream are glowing with dark light, and his hands are pinching Dean's neck, tightening it little by little, Dean's face turned red, and his hands struggled desperately, but he could not withstand the opponent's strength. That was the embodiment of the fear deep in Dean's heart. His strength was already equal to his. In addition, Dean's mind was defeated by self-denial, and he was unable to resist at all.
"Dean, he is your fear, it's not real!" Bai Haorui's figure flashed, and the light purple on his fingertips True Fire skyrocketed, turning into several fire chains, tightly entangled in the dream Dean's wrist. The pure Yang power of True Fire burned the evil aura of Dean in the dream. He let go of his hand in pain and glared at Bai Haorui: "You meddling guy!"
Dean collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. He looked up and saw the hideous wound on Bai Haorui's shoulder that had not completely healed, and the lavender flame on his fingertips that he had never seen before. His heart was shocked. He thought of Bai Haorui walked side by side all the way, remembering Sam's words "We are a family", and remembering that I had been shouting to protect Sam, but couldn't even overcome my own fear, and a strong guilt and unwillingness surged from the bottom of my heart.
"I'm not a tool!" Dean stood up suddenly, the despair in his eyes was replaced by determination. He punched Dreamland Dean in the face, full of anger and obsession, "I am Dean·Winchester, I am the brother of Sam and the comrade of Haorui. I want to live and protect the people I want to protect! A coward like you who can only hide in the shadows is not worthy of me!"
His fists hit Dreamland Dean like raindrops, each blow carrying reconciliation with himself and cherishing the bond. Burned by Dean's firm heart and Bai Haorui's True Fire, Dreamland Dean's body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke, completely dissipating in the dream.
At this moment, Sam stumbled in dragging his injured leg, with cold sweat on his forehead, and holding a baseball bat in his hand, shouting, "Dean! Haorui! Jeremy's weakness is his father! When he was a child, his father hit his head with a baseball bat. That is the shadow of his life and the source of his obsession!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jeremy's figure rushed out from the void of the dream. The baseball bat in his hand was stained with illusory blood, his eyes were crazy to the extreme, and the evil aura around him surged with anger. "You all deserve to die! No one can stop me from dreaming!"
He swung the baseball bat and hit the three people hard at an alarming speed. Bai Haorui was already prepared. The lavender True Fire condensed into a wall of fire in front of him. The baseball bat hit the wall of fire, making a harsh sizzling sound. Jeremy was shocked and retreated repeatedly.
"Sam, use your power to summon his obsession!" Bai Haorui shouted while using True Fire to restrain Jeremy, "His power comes from dreams and obsession. As long as his deepest fear is awakened, his power can be disintegrated!"
Sam immediately closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his energy. He could feel the flow of the dream, and the strong fear and resentment deep in Jeremy's heart. This was the first time he had such clear control over his superpowers, and an invisible spiritual power burst out from his body and merged into the void of the dream.
Soon, a tall, vague figure appeared behind Jeremy. The figure was holding a baseball bat in its hand and exuding a violent aura. It was Jeremy's father.
"Dad... don't..." Jeremy froze instantly, the baseball bat in his hand fell to the ground, his body was shaking involuntarily, the madness in his eyes was replaced by fear, as if he had returned to the night when he was beaten by his father, the small room, the cold baseball bat, and his father's ferocious face.
This is his deepest obsession and his most fatal weakness.
"Face your trauma!" Sam seized the opportunity and rushed forward to pick up the baseball bat on the ground. Bai Haorui activated the lavender True Fire and turned it into a match rope. He tightly wrapped around Jeremy's limbs, making him unable to move. Dean also rushed over and held down Jeremy's shoulders, making him face the illusion of his father behind him.
Sam raised the baseball bat high and did not hit Jeremy on the head, but hit him hard on the chest. This blow was not to kill, but to crush his obsession and awaken his reason.
"Ah--!" Jeremy let out a shrill scream. Under True Fire's purification and obsession, his body gradually turned into little white lights and dissipated in the dream. As he disappeared, the entire dream began to shake violently, and the void continued to tear. It was obvious that the core of the dream had collapsed, and they must leave immediately.
"Let's go!" Bai Haorui shouted, grabbing Dean with one hand and Sam with the other, running the lavender True Fire to protect the souls of the three people, and instantly rushed out of the collapsed dream.