Nan Chan

Li Rong immediately stopped him, saying, "Jing Lin's intention for coming is still unclear, so don't alarm..."

"His reason for coming is clear." Yun Sheng looked out of Yun Lang, "Keeping a tiger will cause trouble, and it will eventually cause great harm!"

During the words, the Nine Heaven Realm vibrated violently, especially the Soul Chasing Prison, the demons were rushing under the town tower, and the alarm clock kept ringing.The group of gods hurriedly supported the stone pillars in the porch, seeing the defenses retreating one after another, suddenly heard the monks in the Buddhist altar chanting sutras and came quickly.

The Buddha's light drives away the haze, and the vibration of the Nine Heavens Realm is fixed by a certain point.The real Buddha stood up holding flowers silently, and the panic in the temple disappeared in an instant.He still smiled, watching Jiutianjun with his eyes.

"Father Jun was poisoned by the Five Ethics, so he had to be placed in a golden coffin, sealed with a Sanskrit chain by a hundred monks, and sank in the lotus pond of the Buddhist altar for 49 years before it could be broken."

"Help, World Honored One!" Yun Sheng bowed and knelt down, "Life is at stake! Jing Lin is coming in a menacing way, I'm afraid he has fallen into the evil way of killing, if he can't be stopped, there will be a bloody storm in the Three Realms!"

The true Buddha looked sideways, and the sound of killing in the sky was deafening. He said: "The Lord of the East lived in the Way, and now the only one who can stop him is King Kille."

Li Rong backed away immediately, holding the gun tremblingly, and said in a harsh voice, "I can't do this."

"If you don't kill him." Yun Sheng suddenly raised his head, "He will kill my father, you and me!"

"If my father is innocent," Li Rong said, "Why should Jing Lin be like this!"

"What's wrong with father? Father wiped out the sea of ​​blood, established the Three Realms, and canonized the gods! Without evidence, it's treason! He wants to bear the name of killing his father, and you have to indulge him?!" Yun Sheng has already Standing up, he said, "Besides, do you think he can really forget about Canglong? Brother! He's here for revenge...he's here for revenge!"

"No!" Li Rong was caught in a dilemma, he said, "I told him already..."

"He was on an errand with you, and his father fell ill. When you returned to the country to take care of chores, he pressed on every step of the way. If you don't stop him, he won't be able to argue in the future." Yun Sheng held Li Rong's arm, affectionately Said, "Brother, if you don't stop, you will suffer chaos!"

His words have come to this point, and he can't understand it any more.Regardless of whether the father is dead or not, there must be someone to bear the responsibility.Jing Lin came at the right time, and when the water of killing fathers and kings was poured on them, they were all relieved.

Li Rong once told Jing Lin not to do it lightly, because the teacher was unknown.However, this disease is rare in a thousand years, and it would be even more difficult to kill Jiutianjun if he missed it.If there must be someone to bear the filth and filth in this world, then Mr. Linsong is here.

He had expected that this trip would be difficult, but he came anyway.

Jing Lin slammed his sword on the ground, and he wiped off the blood between his fingers with a handkerchief. He had been waiting for a long time when Ling Feng suddenly came.The dark sea of ​​clouds was right under his feet, and the heavy rain in Zhongdu made his fingertips wet, making his grip on the hilt a bit slippery.

The wind and waves were surging, and the broken guns were thrown directly at the facade.The "bang" sound of the Yanquan sword was blocked, and then the iron armor and the uniform slammed into the sea of ​​clouds.The surrounding clouds and mist disappeared, and the two people faced each other across the blade and the barrel of the gun. The next moment, Li Rong said in a hoarse voice, "Back back, there is still a day to come!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Rong was suddenly lifted up, the heavy spear had no advantage in front of the Yanquan sword, the wind was violent, and the crashing sound like a torrential rain was overwhelming, Li Rong was repelled and smashed to the ground.Jinglin's sword was startled, and it was already in front of him in an instant!

Li Rong took the shot horizontally, his back was frustrated, and the whole step collapsed immediately, sinking down with a loud crash.He retreated the danger with his gun, kicked on Jing Lin's chest, and turned up suddenly.Jing Lin retracted his sword and turned around, and the two stepped on the gravel and muck to fight in a virtual and real way.The situation was changing, when Jing Lin was close to him, he swung his sword upwards, Li Rong couldn't guard against this move, the iron armor instantly shattered from the line of his chest, and the tip of the Yanquan sword had already reached his throat.The blood exploded immediately, Li Rong couldn't hold on, and was kicked to the ground by Jing Lin.

Li Rong grabbed the edge of the lotus pond, staggered and crawled.Blood gushes from his throat between his utterances, and the line of blood from his chest to below his collarbone is glaring.

The long steps of Jiutiantai stretched upwards, and the sea of ​​blood was already flooding all around.Jing Lin shook off the blood on the blade, he looked at the real Buddha, and the real Buddha looked at him.

"What did you see?"

"A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

"Why did you come?"

"To kill."

Jing Lin's hair had already come loose, and he had just wiped it between his fingers, and blood was dripping again.He saw countless gods and Buddhas standing behind, and the compassion of the real Buddhas was exactly the same as when he was taken to the entrance.Jing Lin raised his head slightly, and the sword edge followed his footsteps to draw on the steps.

"Jing Lin." The True Buddha sighed, "Turn back and be right."

Jing Lin stepped on the steps, forcing all the silver armors to retreat continuously.He didn't know if it was someone else's blood or his own blood that slid down the spine of his sword.He has already come here, and he has no choice of turning back.He knew what kind of crime he would bear from now on, but he didn't care at all.

He said softly, "It's late."

900 years ago, Li Rong said that the overall situation had been settled and advised him to wait.

After 900 years, Li Rong said that the overall situation has been settled, and still advised him to wait.

But Jing Lin couldn't wait any longer.

He lost it all while waiting.Morality, love, and pain disappeared together. The moment he woke up from the sarcophagus, he was born to kill.Cutting off love and desire makes people never suffer again, it kills this person named Jing Lin.

The lotus flowers in the altar are in full bloom, and all the monks sit cross-legged solemnly.Jiutianjun is in the golden light coffin, Jing Lin steps up the steps, and the green light and golden light are interlaced on the Jiutian high platform.The sword wind roared and split the turbidity of the world, the dragon's breath and the sword's edge merged into one, and with Jing Lin's swift steps, he broke through the obstacles in front of him.He was unstoppable, and when he heard the voice of the true Buddha, the four princes jumped up together.

Surrounded by silver armor, the monk's voice echoed.The Vatican chains binding the coffin vibrated in unison, and Dongjun's mountain and river fan blew to block the wind, but there seemed to be black mist hovering out of Jinglin's sword, and the dragon's roar soared into the sky!

The chanting sound is rapid, noisy amidst the howling of demons.The Nine Heaven Realm has been rendered bright red, and Jing Lin's clothes were scratched, he leapt forward and rushed away from thousands of obstacles, but saw the glaring blue light of the Yanquan Sword, and blood spattered from the neck of Nine Heaven Lord.The sword edge slashed all the way, and even broke the golden light coffin.

Li Rong lost his voice in grief: "Jing Lin!"

The blue shirt landed on the ground, the Sanskrit text on the top was broken, and the wind was blowing.The four monarchs shouted, the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth made a seal together, and the sea of ​​clouds stopped for a moment.

Li Rong saw that Jing Lin turned his head back.

Afterwards, the wind and cloud roared, and the entire Nine Heavens Realm was smashed down.The clouds vibrated suddenly and violently, the Yanquan sword burst into pieces with a "snap", and the green shirt melted into the strong wind at a speed visible to the naked eye.Broken catkins flew, and a Buddhist bead soaked with newly added blood fell into the red lotus pond.

Nine Heavens suddenly fell into darkness.

The pouring rain covered the ground, making the sound of bouncing beads on the water.The flood surged wildly, and all the past was torn into light spots.Countless faces were hidden in the turbulent waves, crying and laughing closely together, the young man in white robe and silver crown became more and more clear among the fast-receding mad shadows.

The oil-paper umbrella was half-lifted, and Jing Lin's eyes were broken and he smiled.Through the rain curtain, he pressed his cheek against Cang Ji's back, and said slowly: "...not Lord Linsong."

The copper bell shook and suddenly rang.

The man changed into the appearance of choking in the heavy rain again, he hugged the dragon scales, threw his head up in the rain, and cried bitterly: "Please..."

The virtual scene was broken at the touch of a finger, and the hunched man in the coffin drew blood lines on the wall over and over again, and he chanted frantically: "Qixing Town...Mingjintai...Come and pick me up...Brother. "

All the virtual scenes were shattered suddenly, and the luminous light danced in the dark night.The sound of the river reversing rang in my ears, and my consciousness was suddenly pulled downwards, sinking continuously into the boundless darkness.The body also rushed down headlong, and the copper bell stopped in the middle when it fell through the mirror.

"My way has collapsed."

Cang Ji broke through the water suddenly, he crawled hard, wading in the cold river water to search.

Jing Lin.

Cang Ji groped in the water with trembling hands.

Jing Lin.

The Wangchuan River passed through the labyrinth, and Huang Quan was so cold that Cang Ji's arms were weak.He couldn't touch anyone, and he had already forgotten where he was.He frantically looked for someone in the river with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

How many years has there been a heavy rain, and the sky has been crying since 400 years ago.Cang Ji remembered the first time he saw him when he was a fish, Jing Lin sat by the window for half a night, his shape was like white porcelain, it was clumsily pieced together, but it was missing something crucial.

He never wanted to eat Jing Lin.

He's just longing for the nilin he lost.

The copper bell kept ringing, and Cang Ji seemed to be trapped in the Wangchuan River.He was getting heavier and heavier, his legs were dragged by mud, and the cold was more intense.Cang Ji pushed aside the water waves, and suddenly fell into the water.

The Wangchuan River became bottomless, and Cang Ji sank down, and when he hit the bottom, he was covered by the startled mud, and he coughed.

"Jing Lin!"

Cang Ji struggled so hard that the river was muddy.He tore off the shackles, but had already been swallowed deeper by the mud.Cang Ji couldn't breathe well, he bumped into the mud wall, and the sound of the copper bell became distant.

After a while, Cang Ji opened his eyes instantly.

He stared at the roof, breathing heavily.The sky was hazy, and the sudden change of the scene made him unable to tell the truth from the fake for a moment.The teacup in the room suddenly fell over, and Cang Ji sat up upon hearing the sound.

Jing Lin was looking at the fingertips splashed red by the hot tea, and turned his head when he heard the movement.Unexpectedly, Cang Ji stood up with a "bang", he didn't wear shoes, and rushed to break the table and chairs.The teapots and cups on the table shattered to the ground, and he grabbed Jing Lin's arm violently.

it is true.

Cang Ji's eyes were red, and he didn't even know how to open his mouth for a moment.He held this person tightly, as if Jing Lin would disappear if he let go.

Jing Lin's arm hurt from being held, but he looked as usual, took a step closer, and whispered: "What's wrong?"

Cang Ji quickly hugged the man into his arms, and his palms hurriedly touched the back of Jing Lin's head and back, as if he had nowhere to put it, but also seemed afraid to use force.He hugged Jing Lin and swayed gently, tightening his arms, and rubbing his cheek against Jing Lin's ear and hair.

"Jing Lin."

Cang Ji read hoarsely.

"Jing Lin."

"Huh?" Jing Lin buried her face, and lightly rested her back on Cang Ji's back.

"Mine." Cang Ji tilted his head to wipe off the dampness, pressed it against Jing Lin's ear, and called in a low voice, "Jing Lin."

Jing Lin sensed the heat and humidity in his ear, he seemed to know what it was, so he buried his face and did not move, just put his palm on Cang Ji's back.

Cang Ji hugged Jing Lin's toes off the ground. He rubbed Jing Lin's side face and said sadly, "It's my Jing Lin."

It is Jing Lin who I cherish like a treasure and keep in my heart.

Volume [-] Heavy Snow