Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

At this time Xuan Rui was looking at Liang Lin in the picture.

Obviously, now she also has her own guesses in her heart.

"After a while, it should be time for me to wake up. Could it be that Brother Lin and Father Wang really fell out because of a book?"
She was troubled.

Immediately afterwards, he denied his guess, and guilt flashed across his beautiful eyes: "How can I speculate on him like this. Brother Lin, I definitely can't do something like stealing books and killing people."

Inside the artifact of ancient paintings.

After the Elder Xuanwu finished talking about the past and expressing his gratitude, he leaned on his crutches to prepare the soul-gathering things. The process of soul-gathering is very cumbersome.

Just like every large-scale sacrificial ceremony of the Wu people, the types of things needed are all available.

Liang Lin gently put down the red coffin.

He squatted on the ground, staring at the girl in the red coffin.

In the past, the young master of the demon clan who laughed and cursed, was optimistic and cheerful, slept peacefully in the red coffin. She had no blood, and her body was covered with bloodstains that had solidified.

"Ray..."
Liang Lin cried softly, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

There is not only the pity for the girl, but also the joy of seeing the fresh girl again soon, and the unreasonable panic in my heart.

"Relax, since this kid, Aye, said he can condense his soul, he will definitely be able to."

"The Witch Clan relies on the power released by the Witch Gods when they are imprisoned as the foundation of their practice. The Witch Gods have many systems of practice, and different Witch Clan people acquire different spells.

"Aye's method of concentrating the soul is the highest practice technique of my witch clan, you can rest assured."
Perhaps seeing Liang Lin's panic, the little kingfisher on his right shoulder comforted him softly.

There was also emotion in her eyes.

Speaking of which, she may be the only one in this world who understands Liang Lin's concerns at this time.

Liang Lin nodded, ignoring the uneasiness in his heart, and stood beside the bed waiting for Elder Xuanwu and the soul-stimulating things he had prepared.Night falls, and above the sky, a full moon rises.

The bright and white moonlight shines on the world, making the entire deep mountains and old forests bright and transparent.

"The day of the full moon is suitable for reunion."

Kingfisher looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said softly, obviously, she was still comforting Liang Lin.

Liang Lin didn't speak this time.

He just tried his best to calm his heart, but the more he did this, the more flustered he became.

In these years, he wandered around Xuanyan Continent, broke into many sects, and stole many top-quality pills. Even though he did this, the hope of recovering his soul was also close to zero.

At this moment, it is the most hopeful time for him in these years.It is more likely that it is Xuan Rui's last hope to return to the world, how could he not panic?
"Ding."

The sudden sound of a thin bell broke the silence of the Wu tribe. This time, the concentration of souls also means that it has officially begun.

Inside the red coffin, the girl dressed in black, with a pale complexion and bruises all over her body, slowly floated out of the room.

"Ding!"

Elder Xuan Wu, who held a silver bell in his hand, followed the moving girl and walked slowly into the yard.

He has reached his twilight years, and now, he no longer has a strong sense of dying, and he is not the old man who needs to use a cane. It seems that he has returned to his youth, and his mental outlook is very good.

He chanted incantations that everyone present could not understand.

The left foot stepped on the ground rhythmically, and every time that nimble footstep landed, the courtyard would tremble violently.

On the sacrificial table behind him, the little paper-cut figurines were neatly arranged around Elder Xuanwu, as if they were alive.

Elder Xuanwu stretched out her right hand, and a writing brush depicting the golden divine pattern appeared in her right hand out of thin air.

She chanted an incomprehensible spell, and kept drawing in the sky with the brush in her hand.

"Use my origin to condense the three souls."

"Use her spirit to attract the seven souls."

Following the chanting in the old man's mouth, the brush that was constantly turning in the space that day drew golden lines.

Under Xuan Rui's body, a golden magic circle unexpectedly appeared out of thin air, appearing from the nine heavens, and the thick bloody smell surged towards the world.

"Boom..."

The entire Wu tribe was shaking, and the sky and the moon were intertwined with the essence of heaven and earth, and they entered the bodies of the ten paper-cut figurines one after another.

At that moment, the huge Wu tribe seemed to have become a forbidden area of ​​the underworld.

The howling wind passed by everyone, like a ghost hitting a wall.

Eerie and lifeless, this thought arose in the hearts of the monks present at the same time.

Suddenly, Liang Lin's heart throbbed, the soul that originally belonged to Xuan Rui in the body, as if summoned by someone, flew into Xuan Rui's body in mid-air.

"Ding Lingling..."

The silver bell in Elder Xuanwu's hand shook rapidly.

The clear and crisp sound of silver bells, like magpies and birds on branches, chirped with joy, loud and noisy.The silver bell, which looked ordinary just now, burst out with dazzling brilliance at this moment, making the world bright all night long.

Elder Xuanwu's eyes showed an endless brilliance, which looked a little fierce and a little holy.

"Thorn..."

All of a sudden, a small paper-cut figurine spontaneously ignites and burns to dust in an instant.

Several rays of light split time and space and gathered in Xuan Rui's physical body.

All the monks present realized that the ten paper-cut figurines symbolized the three souls and seven souls of Demon Lord Xuanrui.

Each paper-cut figurine spontaneously ignites into dust, which symbolizes the return of Xuan Rui's soul and fusion with that spirit.

"Stab..."
"Stab..."

One after another paper-cut figurines were burned to dust.

At the same time, all the monks present witnessed with their own eyes that the life of the elder Xuanwu was gradually weakening, and the speed was astonishing.

The old man's face was bloodless, and he could stand up with a cane at first, but now he seemed to have no strength to hold the cane anymore.

His body trembled violently, as if he was suffering the backlash brought about by the witch clan's secret technique, and he paid the price with his life.A paper-cut figurine.

Two paper-cut figurines.

Four paper-cut figurines.

Until the last figurine started to burn.

"vomit!"
Elder Xuan Wu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his life quickly disappeared, and his bloodless face became even paler in the blink of an eye.

She swayed as if unable to speak.

The sound of the silver bell in the left hand is still loud, and the brush in the right hand is still drawing patterns, but the speed has slowed down.

Just this moment.

The hearts of the monks present were all raised, and they all realized that the critical point of rescuing Xuanrui Mozun was now reached, and this elder Xuanwu seemed to have reached the end of his life!
"vomit!"

He spit out several mouthfuls of blood one after another.

Elder Xuan Wu couldn't bear it and fell to the ground. The people around him wanted to help him up. He signaled the people around him not to interrupt her through his eyes, and shouted loudly with the last strength of his life.

"The soul...condenses...connects...leads...into..."

Before she could say the last word stuck in her throat, Elder Xuanwu suddenly became speechless.

What came out was an extremely low "ahhhh" sound, which I couldn't hear unless I listened carefully.

He didn't even have the strength to say the last word, so he quickly sank down.

He looked at Xuan Rui unwillingly, and kept trying to open his mouth, but others could no longer hear what he said.