Nan Chan

Jing Lin's forehead was stained with blood, and he turned his head suddenly.

Li Rong has already stepped out, but the cut scales and cramps have not yet been finished.As soon as he moved, the white shadow in front of him stepped into a strong wind, and then his chest was heavy, and he was kicked over.

Jing Lin chased after the dragon body, but Mr. Lin Song staggered, shaking his body in an extremely embarrassing situation.The blood on his face was washed by the rain, and he looked dazed like a lost child.

"Stop..." Jing Lin muttered helplessly, "Please..."

Canglong lowered his head, and the torrential rain covered Jinglin's voice.His back seemed to be pressed down by something, and it became slightly curved, and his whole body knelt on the ground against the dragon slide.He randomly touched the dragon's body with his palms, and covered the injured place forcefully, as if this would make Cang Ji return to his original state.

Blood soaked his knees, and his white robe became mottled.Jing Lin trembled unceasingly, heavy rain roared in his ears, and the sound of "you are alive" made his eyes blurred.

How can it be blurry?

Jing Lin approached him, wiping the rain as if he had made a mistake.But the rain was too heavy, no matter how I wiped it, my eyes were blurred.

The heavy rain was pouring down, and greedy eyes were biting into the wound of the blue dragon, and the demons swarmed in groups, trying to eat the dragon.Li Rong stepped forward with a gun and tore apart the greedy face. He watched Jing Lin being buried in the filth, and stretched out his arms to pull Jing Lin up.But when his hand was about to touch Jinglin, Yanquan plunged into the ground, suddenly separating him from the person close to him.

The strong wind swayed around him, and Jing Lin couldn't kneel for a long time.The slanted edge of the Yanquan sword blocked it, and he desperately pulled the demon that was climbing on the dragon.The remaining sea of ​​blood flooded to his waist, and the desperate demons roared with blood, enveloping Jing Lin in a vast expanse of blood.

The sleeves were torn to pieces, and the exposed arms were also scraped so bloody.Jing Lin didn't know the pain, he used his hands or even teeth to tear away the dirt, fiercely snatched back the severed dragon scales, and held them tightly in his palm, refusing to throw them away.He was short of breath, and his palms were cut bloody by the dragon scales between the demon's bites.

A natural vision, the sea of ​​clouds stirred by the blue dragon suddenly condenses and turns, and the demons gathered here are restless.Cang Ji is dead, and the remaining blood sea has nowhere to live. They squirmed and buried Jing Lin, and the blood mist crazily crawled into Jing Lin's wound.

The pharynx spring suddenly buzzed loudly, but seeing the Qingtian cloud pillar collapse and fall, it poured down on Jinglin like a broken bamboo.The blue light is scattered in the chaos of heaven and earth, and the red light breaks through the water and suddenly shines in the wind and rain.

"Blood Sea's body has been damaged!" Li Rong suddenly shattered the gun and shouted, "It wants to devour Lord Linsong! Stop it!"

Three thousand armors surged up, and Jing Lin's figure was already covered by the blood mist.The red light escaped in it, and in an instant, the lines of spells appeared on Jing Lin's neck and arms, which made Jing Lin unable to breathe.His forehead was pressed against the dragon's body, and the feeling of suffocation when he was emotional was flooding.The sound of pain was suppressed between his mouth and teeth, Jing Lin raised his arms suddenly, and the blood mist seeped in along the lines, as sharp as ice, rushing across his internal organs.

Jing Lin immediately choked on blood, his spiritual sea rushed back, and the lotus pattern on his palm was scratched to death.Yanquan vibrated with a "snap" sound, and several cracks appeared.

"Jing Lin!" Li Rong's face changed.

Jing Lin's forehead slid to the ground, and the broken scales hurt him so much.His throat seemed to be tightly stuck, only the bright red soaked in his fingertips was still warm.The demon injection is like Cang Ji swallowing the demon and swallowing the sea. The cold feeling travels through the limbs, making Jing Lin's fingertips tightly dig into the ground, and it is difficult to stop the blood between his utterances.Half of his face was covered with lines, and he braced himself with a rough voice, and he was about to fall into the devil's way!

Li Rong tapped his two fingers quickly, stopped the demon's charge, and carried Jing Lin out of the bloody water.The rain was like the sky weeping and howling, Li Rong stood up straight, pulled out the cracked throat spring, and retreated with all his might.

Li Rong was already in tears, and he was chanting: "Don't be afraid! Senior brother will never let you die!"

The blue veins on Jing Lin's neck protruded, he was panting with difficulty, his fingers grasped the rain curtain, and there seemed to be something in his throat.Li Rong couldn't hear clearly at first, but he didn't understand until the blood was withdrawn.

That was Jing Lin crying bitterly.

This heavy rain followed by ice and snow, entrenched in the north for a full seven days.In seven days, Jinglin's spiritual sea collapsed, and the evil spirits devoured the swallow spring to rust into a useless sword.There was pain everywhere in his body, his abdomen and chest were pierced like cold cones, his neck was restrained by spells, and Jing Lin's ten fingers were ground bloody from the pain.

For a few moments he suspected that he was going to die.

But the dragon's breath is hidden in the body, and they follow the demons tirelessly, guarding Jinglin's true form day and night.They seem to be masters, building a copper wall and iron wall in Jinglin's body, protecting him from life, and guarding him so that he can continue to breathe.

"You live."

This whisper kept repeating, Jing Lin opened his eyes, but fell into a long darkness.His eyes were empty and dark, and his cheek was pressed against the cold stone bed.Jing Lin made a move, his limbs were bound by heavy chains.

"Are you awake?" Suddenly there was a crawling sound from above, Li Rong pushed out a gap that could only accommodate his arms, lay down in the gap, and said sharply, "Jing Lin! Do you still recognize senior brother?"

Jing Lin's eyes did not move, his throat was dry, and the spell imprisoned him, making him still a little dazed at the moment.

The superior slowly handed over a bowl of water, and knocked it unsteadily in front of Jing Lin.Li Rong leaned on his body, stretched his arms as far as he could, and tilted the bowl a little.As the clear water swayed, Jing Lin's eyes moved slightly, and gradually turned around.

"Use some water. If you're hungry, tell me." Li Rong looked at him and said, "...Your cultivation is tied to a single thought, and you must not think about other things."

Jing Lin was indifferent.

Li Rong had no choice but to press the rim of the bowl lightly between Jing Lin's lips, and pour it slowly.But Jing Lin didn't open his mouth, letting the water wet his chin and left temple.He clenched his teeth like this, as if he loosened a little, it would turn into a bite.

"Jing Lin." Li Rong said, "Evil demons remain in your body. If they don't disappear, father will not let you out again. The throat spring is as incomplete as a blunt sword, but it hasn't broken... Do you understand? You are not a waste My son, you are just." He paused for a moment, "You are just retreating. The spell will help you forget about Emperor Cang and rebuild the way of swordsmanship."

Jing Lin knocked over the bowl, and the water splashed on the stone bed, dripping down.

Disappointed, Li Rong withdrew his hands, and he just leaned on the top, silent for a long time, and said, "You and I guessed wrong, my father is not a sea of ​​blood."

"You don't want to say a word to me, but I want to tell you. Jinglin, Qingyao is the one who died."

"When Emperor Cang swallowed the sea, Qingyao fell into the sky and burned. Yunsheng was elsewhere, and you were the only one at home... Xuemei chased you for dozens of miles, begging you to return to save people. Jinglin, you didn't turn your head back."

Jing Lin suddenly panted intermittently. He leaned against the wall and said hastily: "Lie!"

Li Rong said, "When you come out, you will understand."

Jing Lin slammed his forehead against the wall. He curled up in this narrow place, covering his ears weakly.The chains weighed heavily across his body, and he shivered from the cold.

"Lies..." Jing Lin murmured, "Being deceived... deceiving the world and stealing names... killing people like hemp...you and I are both jackals... villains with false names!"

Li Rong closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and said, "The overall situation is settled."

The chain rattled, and Jing Lin gritted his teeth and said, "Get out!"

Li Rong hesitated for a while before getting up, and finally took out an unclean handkerchief from his bosom, and put it on the stone bed through the gap.

"I come here every day." Li Rong said, "...this thing must not be seen by others."

Before Li Rong left, he closed the gap, and the ground fell into darkness again.Jing Lin stood still for a long time, groping along the wall and getting up.He touched the handkerchief with his fingers, and there was a slight luster between the handkerchief.Jing Lin leaned down and opened the handkerchief, and a piece of moon-white dragon scale lay in it, leaning on the Buddhist beads.

"Have you heard of the reverse scale of the dragon?"

Pajian suddenly started to rain, and the blood was wet with tears.Jing Lin bowed and took the handkerchief into his arms, whimpering softly, like a reckless and frustrated little beast.

They tore his beloved to pieces.

They turned his morality into vain.

There was nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia, and now it has completely turned into darkness.His hot blood was completely cooled, and the way he cultivated fell apart.

Jing Lin clutched Ni Lin and the Buddhist beads, and the spell lingered lingeringly.He knocked his forehead to the ground in despair, and rolled over with difficulty in the gradually tightening suffocation.The iron chain tied his arms tightly, pressing him in this cramped vagina, even though he was choking with pain, no one paid any attention to him.

The next day, Li Rong came again, but he was not alone.Jiutianjun opened the barrier, and the light pierced Jinglin's eyes with slight pain.He tucked the handkerchief into the crack of the stone wall, and blocked his body on the stone bed, struggling to cover his eyes with the iron chain.

"Jinglin." Lord Jiutian looked down at him and said pitifully, "Does my son still recognize him as a father?"

Jinglin's black hair was messy, and his red and swollen eyes silently stared at Jiutianjun from between his fingers.

Lord Jiutian's eyes became more and more loving: "My son is young, and after this setback, he will become a great weapon. As a father, I will guard you until you get rid of evil spirits and dirty thoughts."

Jing Lin looks like he has never heard of it.

"Jinglin." Nine Heavens Lord's voice choked up slightly, "You are still young, how do you know the evil in the world? That Emperor Cang bewitched you, blinded you, and made you fall into such a situation. I am really sad as a father."

Jing Lin put his fingers into his hair, buried his head in his arms, and said hoarsely: "Stop talking."

"Don't be afraid." Nine Heavens Lord said in a gentle voice, "Being a father will definitely bring you back to the right path."

Jing Lin's back was like a thorn, he repeated in pain: "Don't say it."

"Okay, don't mention this." Jiu Tianjun wiped away his tears, and reached out to stroke Jing Lin's hair.

Unexpectedly, Jing Lin slapped his hand away suddenly, and reprimanded amidst the ringing of the chain: "Don't touch me!"

Jiutianjun's eyes showed pain, and he said sadly: "My son is unconscious, and he doesn't recognize me. The third child." He turned his eyes slightly, "Stop your brother quickly, and don't let him hurt yourself."

The third child was originally standing on one side, but he didn't dare to hesitate when he heard that, he stretched out his hand along the empty space and held Jing Lin down.Jing Lin grabbed the chain hard with his wrist, his head was pressed against the stone bed, and the chain swayed wildly as his hands were pulled.

Lord Jiutian caressed Fu Jinglin's hair condescendingly, and his tone became more gentle: "It's okay if you don't recognize me, being a father can remind you... How many years ago, my son came to Jiutianmen alone, and his head was no more than my waist at that time. But you already know etiquette very well. Don’t be afraid, being a father is for your own good.”

Jing Lin struggled dejectedly, he gasped violently, and felt the palm sliding through his hair like a poisonous snake.The spell swept over again, and Jing Lin was stuck so hard to breathe, but felt a nausea, and couldn't help retching in the chaos.

"Everything will be fine." Lord Jiutian said kindly, "Jing Lin."