The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

Lin Yuan looked at the two intertwined spirits in the golden lotus, and there was indescribable madness in his eyes.

He knew very well in his heart how serious the consequences of his extremely stupid behavior would be.

It is even very possible to play with fire and set yourself on fire, and be devoured by the tyrannical energy in the fusion of different spirits.

But he still didn't hesitate at all, and continued to act in his own way.

Because there is no retreat behind him, because he has no retreat.

He didn't care about the blood continuously overflowing from his palm at all, and he didn't care about the sharp pain coming from his heart.

Flesh...my flesh...

Hold on... Be sure to hold on to me! !

Lin Yuan roared violently in his heart, and closed his hands tightly towards the Daoguo Jinlian in the middle, desperately compressing the green and gold spirit seeds mixed in it.

Obviously the distance between his two palms is only a short three inches.

But it was this three-inch distance that allowed Lin Yuan to squeeze out all the remaining strength in his body, so that it could be shortened slowly.

The frightening energy emanating from the fusion of the two kinds of spirits completely distorted the space around Jinlian.

"What is he trying to do?!!"

In the sword nest, everyone looked up at the edge of the battle platform, and Xiao Yan, whose eyes were filled with madness and killing intent, all stood up with a bang.

"Then...then...then...then what is that?" A monk shouted with a trembling voice, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

At this moment, all the onlookers were in a commotion, and their faces were extremely panicked.

Even the elders of the Fencang Flame Valley felt a little uneasiness spreading in the air, and they all stared blankly.

But prior to the panic shown on their faces, it was a kind of surprise at Lin Yuan's behavior.

It's like they have known for a long time that different spiritual sons can be fused in some unknown way.

At this moment, the surprise that Lin Yuan brought to them was far greater than the uneasiness in the hearts of other monks.

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In everyone's perception, different types of spirits will repel each other even if they are only a little close, let alone blending.

They even annihilated each other, bursting out with amazing energy.

Due to the exclusivity among spirits, generally speaking, monks can only absorb and cultivate a single type of spirits.

If it is not born with different spiritual roots, or multi-attribute spiritual roots, it is impossible to practice multiple types of spiritual power.

Then let alone wanting to carry out the fusion between the spirits.

That kind of difficulty, the kind of energy backlash that is very likely to happen, is simply unimaginable.

In fact, long before Lin Yuan, countless people who were not afraid of death had tried the same in history.

But without exception, they all played with fire and set themselves on fire. Lingmai was the first to be unable to bear the pressure, and was backlashed by the tyrannical pressure.

Either the spirit veins are completely destroyed and become a disabled person, or he loses his life on the spot.

But Lin Yuan actually wanted to condense two completely different types of spirits into the palm-sized golden lotus.

The shock that this brought to people was even more frightening than the fact that he carried two different spiritual particles in his body.

Using the mutual repulsion of spirit sons to obtain a kind of extremely large and violent spiritual pressure energy that violates the law of spirit sons.

His thoughts are crazy, and he is completely fighting for his life.

If there is any carelessness in this, if the balance is not well controlled, it will explode in advance.

All the eyes of the commotion were focused on Lin Yuan's palm.

The two-color spiritual child was getting closer and closer, and ferocious spiritual pressure ripples continued to erupt from between the two.

The space is distorting, and there are bursts of loud noises like thunder bursting, which are shocking.

Everyone frowned, and a feeling of extreme anxiety and fear arose in their hearts.

Although it is not clear what kind of power that green and gold two-colored Linglian will erupt.

But those monks who are close to the main battle stage have already strengthened the spiritual power barrier on the surface of their bodies to the extreme.

Qingri condensed on the tip of the spear held by Yan Ren, and his power became more and more terrifying.

Linglian also swayed and trembled in Lin Yuan's hand, and the amplitude of the rippling became more and more intense.

It is self-evident how strong Lin Yuan's physical body is with the ancient holy body, evil blood, and barren pagoda.

Even after being bombarded by Yan Ren's Blue Flame Dragon, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

But even with such a strong physical body, his palms were already bloody and bloody.

This is enough to imagine what kind of unimaginable pressure he is under.

Lin Yuan's whole body was shaking violently, his muscles were tense, and his head was sweating profusely.

Especially on his arms, the veins were bulging, protruding under his skin.

It seemed that the next moment, the Linglian in his palm would completely escape from his control and explode.

He clenched his teeth, guarded his mind, and kept roaring in his heart.

Not enough... not enough!

More...he wants more! !

The face that was burned by Cang Yan was grim and distorted.

His face was red for a while, and pale for a while.

But even if his spiritual will can withstand the severe pain caused by the extreme tyrannical pressure, his body is very honest.

Finally, under this terrifying pressure, the skin of Lin Yuan's whole body cracked open inch by inch.

lol...

It was like a cloth being torn apart, a creepy hissing sound.

The reason why it is described as creepy is because it is really impossible to imagine this terrifying sound as the sound of skin being cracked.

"Ah... ah ah..."

Around the sword nest, countless monks yelled in horror.

Their throats seemed to be bound by the thread of death, and there was an uncontrollable hiss overflowing.

puff!

As the dripping blood splashed from the chapped cracks on the skin, a puff of scarlet blood mist gushed out from Lin Yuan's mouth.

The blood mist fell into the golden lotus, and was swallowed into nothingness in an instant.

Lin Yuan's body swayed, and Lingzi Jinlian fell out of his hands and fell to the table.

Before the Linglian fully touched the ground, the energy contained in it swayed and stirred in mid-air.

The countertop, which was originally impenetrable as gold, suddenly sank downward under the impact of this fierce energy, and countless broken stones were lifted.

Everyone's eyes widened to the maximum, and their breaths were held.

They stared blankly at the two-color golden lotus, which floated down in mid-air.

Even though they were hundreds of meters away from the battle stage, they could still feel the terrifying spiritual pressure contained in it.

If there is even the slightest collision, it will definitely break the balance of the spiritual particles that Lin Yuan managed to control, and explode directly on the spot.

"Quickly thicken the spiritual barrier!"

Looking at the gaps that opened rapidly and continuously on the stage, Yan Yangyan's face was solemn, and he hurriedly shouted at the sluggish referee beside the main stage.

Hearing Yan Yangyan's shout, the referee elder woke up like a dream.

With a wave of his hand, streaks of blue-colored spiritual energy burst out from his hand.

In the blink of an eye, it was covered with a transparent barrier of spiritual power, forming a layer of bluish-blue enchantment.

When the golden lotus fell to the ground, Lin Yuan suddenly knelt down on both knees, and directly supported the golden lotus with both palms.

Just when he clasped the golden lotus with both hands, Lin Yuan's body suddenly exploded with intense blood.

A terrifying air wave erupted from his body.

Under this wave of air, the flesh and blood on his arms directly opened outwards, blasting countless scarlet fissures.

In just a moment, Lin Yuan's whole body was covered in blood, and he looked bright red.

Like a corpse that has just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood, it is extremely terrifying and frightening.

Outside the copper coffin, looking at the young Qing Emperor who looked so miserable in the picture, all the monks looked dazed and dull.

Countless people stared straight and opened their mouths slightly.

They seemed to want to say something, but found that they couldn't say anything, and couldn't even comment on a single word.

Those elders of the Great Qin Dynasty who had been watching the screen had already fallen into deep silence.

In order to prevent the golden lotus from being bumped, the young Emperor Qing used his palms as flesh pads to hold it firmly.

They are not the people in the painting, so they cannot personally perceive the brutal spiritual pressure in the two-color golden lotus.

But they can understand.

In order to win, the young Emperor Qing must have squeezed everything he had, even his spirit, even his will, and even his life.

Obviously he knew that such a desperate and extreme behavior like spirit son fusion would most likely cost him his life directly.

But he still put all his eggs in one basket, without hesitation, at all costs, and still went his own way.

Because he knows it too.

If the two-color golden lotus exploded ahead of schedule, he would have lost his final means of confronting Yan Ren.

He is about to retreat here.

Because he once said that there was no one behind him, he didn't dare to fall like this, he couldn't just fall like this.

Although these veterans of the Great Qin Dynasty couldn't feel it, they couldn't imagine it.

What kind of tremendous physical and mental pressure and pain did the young Emperor Qingdi, who represented the state of Qin participate in the competition alone, have endured in this grand meeting of the seven kingdoms of Taixuan?

But just looking at the extremely bloody scene at this moment.

Just looking at the flesh and blood flying in the sky and exploding in all directions.

They will shiver all over their bodies and shrink back and forth.

Obviously he has already been injured into such an inhuman appearance.

It was obvious that he was enduring such severe pain that no one could bear.

It is obvious that he has done enough to make the name of Qin Dynasty known to the six countries.

Obviously he has created history, as long as he gives up rationally, he can completely retire.

But why is the young Emperor Qing still struggling like this?

Why can he still hold on?

why?

why?

The elders of the Great Qin Dynasty could not give an answer, and neither could the monks present.

Perhaps, it was because he wanted to represent the Qin Dynasty to win the number one position in the Seven Kingdoms.

Perhaps, it was just because he never wanted to lose to anyone, let alone allow himself to lose the game here.

More likely, it was because of the promise he made to Qin Zhimu.

No one knows why he is, because of what reason, because of what kind of belief he is holding on to.

No one can give an answer.

Because no one has ever really understood Emperor Qing.

Not to mention his unknown past.