I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

In the state of sinking, Linyuan Palace faces Luya.

It is heard that the long-lost Daowu Immortal Sect Master was imprisoned and tortured by the Demon Cultivator. He was breathless when he was rescued.

In grief, his personal disciple Chang Jingyu threatened to exterminate demons and defend Taoism. Many sects praised Chang Jingyu for his talent and foresight. He confronted Lu Yinshuang, the devil of Linyuan Palace, for a few years. .

Lu Yinshuang was standing on the edge of the cliff. It was rare for Linyuan Palace to clear up today, and the sky was as clear as blue. You could see a lot of sword shadows and streamers in the distance. They were the demon cultivators who were either ordered or spontaneously rushed to protect the border .

"My subordinates refer to Emperor Zun." Xie Qiao hurried up the cliff and knelt down to salute, his broken hair cast a shadow, "Shihuamen, Yushan and other forces have sent elites to set up a net on the bank of the falling water, just waiting for the coalition forces of the cultivation realm to come ashore , Catch a turtle in a urn."

"Well, get up." Lu Yinshuang responded, "It's time for me to leave."

It was rare for the sun to be gentle to Linyuan Palace, Lu Yinshuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a thick leaf of a Yingguo tree fell on his shoulder with the wind.

Hearing the sound of Xie Qiao's footsteps following him, he suddenly felt in a good mood, and said in a low voice, "When this battle is over, then... ah!"

Caught off guard, the severe pain exploded into his mind. Lu Yinshuang stood where he was, with a cold and dark sharp blade protruding from his abdomen. He couldn't react for a while, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Xie Qiao.

Xie Qiao's hands were stained with Lu Yinshuang's blood, his eyes were full of repressed hatred and madness, and the gushing emotions seemed to crush him.

"You..." Lu Yinshuang spat out the words with difficulty, he couldn't understand it as if he was drunk, "Where am I..."

"A lot of nonsense."

A palm struck from behind, Lu Yinshuang was eager to cheer up, but the knife was highly poisonous, and the spiritual energy and essence were quickly drained, he was shot flying out and fell down on the edge of the cliff, his hair crown scattered, and the complicated clothes trimmed with silver The robe is covered with dust.

"If I knew you were so unsuspecting, I shouldn't have waited until today."

Lu Yinshuang coughed up blood and struggled to get up. In the backlight, he saw Chang Jingyu, who was attacking him, standing with his hands behind his back, looking upright and dignified.

"Heh." Lu Yinshuang's eyes turned black, "Boy, you think that Master Zun died not fast enough."

"It doesn't matter how fast my master dies, but Emperor Zun can still speak quickly." Chang Jingyu's expression changed, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a vicious smile.

Lu Yinshuang was startled, the pain and poison made it difficult for him to maintain his sanity.

"You don't really think that my master was captured by the demon cultivator? It's just a coincidence." Chang Jingyu leaned closer and sneered, "Back then you should have killed him directly instead of letting him go back to the realm of cultivation, you know that How much did he regret that he didn't die in your hands? You killed people very simply."

Hearing Sen Han's tone approaching close at hand, Lu Yinshuang still couldn't believe the cruelty and viciousness contained in it.

"That's your master! Cough..." Lu Yinshuang couldn't stop vomiting blood, he grabbed Chang Jingyu's collar, but he didn't have much strength left.

"A demon cultivator tried to teach me to respect the teacher, it's really ridiculous." Chang Jingyu laughed cooperatively, and easily slapped Lu Yinshuang's hand away, "Don't be too wronged, it's not just you, even the perishing realm of cultivation To be buried."

Lu Yinshuang could no longer see Chang Jingyu's face clearly, but he would be outraged by this. His subordinates fell into the water and died with no regrets, and their sacrifices with enthusiasm were only because of the conspiracy of a hypocrite.

"By the way, don't you wonder why your most loyal dog bites you?" Chang Jingyu asked softly, with a provocative ending, he pinched Lu Yinshuang's jaw hard to force him to look up, and leaned into his ear Said, "It's your own fault!"

Lu Yinshuang turned away in disgust, but Chang Jingyu clamped his shoulders, and the tip of the poisonous blade he was holding was pulled away from his body, and then stabbed hard into his heart.

What does it mean to be self-inflicted, and what does it mean to be buried with the realm of cultivation? Is the origin of the conflict all calculated?

He didn't ask anything.He, the emperor, acts like a thug, which is really negligent.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he vaguely heard Chang Jingyu say that he would not let him die so happily, although it may be too late, but if he could do it all over again... all over again...

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Lu Yinshuang was furious like thunder, and his figure was not affected by the mist at all. He stretched out his hand to hold it, and a phantom composed of dancing silver sword energy appeared in his palm.

As long as this sword is slashed, the hatred of the previous life can be eliminated, and the war between the two realms can be prevented. He is still the emperor of Linyuan Palace, and still has the most shrewd right-hand man.

There was no way for Chang Jingyu to avoid it. He was struck by lightning out of nowhere. His whole body was numb and he pressed his sword on the ground. There was a tingling pain in the crevices of his bones as if a needle had been inserted. Suddenly dimmed down.

"Senior!" Chang Jingyu gritted his teeth and shouted, "Why did you suddenly attack!"

He was amazed but also very puzzled, Lu Yinshuang's unyielding resentment was so fierce that he couldn't figure out when he had offended someone.

Lu Yinshuang raised his sword and dodged in front of Chang Jingyu in a few steps, the blade was raised with killing intent overwhelming.

Chang Jingyu knew that there was no hope of surviving, so she closed her eyes helplessly, thinking that although her death was unclear, at least she had to complete the Daoist Seven Star Formation to break through the fog. In the middle, when he goes out, Yuan Chenzi will naturally be captured, and the judgment will be made after the people from Weihai City arrive.

As for himself...it doesn't matter.

Once the thought was settled, Chang Jingyu bit the tip of her tongue and spit out blood, which landed on the Tianshu seat under her feet. The talisman suddenly shone brightly. The starlight falling from mid-air is fragile and weak.

...The blade of the sword did not cut off, Chang Jingyu felt that his strength was drained and he was about to collapse, and he desperately overdrawn his spiritual power and poured it into the formation.

"Why didn't you resist?" Lu Yinshuang pressed the blade of the sword on Chang Jingyu's neck, and a slight sway left a frozen bloodstain.

Chang Jingyu opened his eyes cautiously, the calmness of seeing death as at home quietly receded, and he said aggrievedly: "The formation of the younger generation consumes too much, do you, a Jindan stage senior, still want me to fight against the trapped beast?"

Hmph, sharp teeth.Lu Yinshuang was silent, his eyes were slowly recovering from the ice-like silver color, although Emperor Zun failed, but the face of a Mahayana master must not be lost too.

Chang Jingyu saw that Lu Yinshuang was silent, so he boldly asked: "Dare to ask why senior is so angry? But... is it aimed at Daowu Xianmen?"

Lu Yinshuang tightened his grip on the sword, Chang Jingyu let out a muffled snort, but still insisted on refusing to retreat, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding again.

"If I say yes, what should you do?" Lu Yinshuang asked coldly.

"If senior has any enmity with our family, I would like to mediate for senior and give senior a satisfactory answer." Chang Jingyu said sincerely, cold sweat rolled down his forehead and hung on his eyelashes. He blinked hard, looking a little weak Pitiful.

Lu Yinshuang thinks that you are so hypocritical at such a young age, you speak nicely, don't ask why, regardless of right or wrong, and are busy raising your own value.

Chang Jingyu saw that he was showing a hint of displeasure, and didn't know how he had provoked others, so he hurriedly lobbied: "Senior, please listen to me...cough cough, I was entrusted by Wei Haicheng to track down the wanted criminal Yuan Chen When I came to Nanping Inn, I heard from the innkeeper that the senior was also an innocent victim. Instead of wasting money in the trapped formation and letting Yuan Chenzi get an advantage, it is better to ask the senior to join hands with me to break the formation. It's not too late to argue with me."

What you said reminded me.

Lu Yinshuang said in his heart, let you die in this trap, Yuan Chenzi's death has no proof, and you have to bear the blame if you don't.

But he didn't make a move.

He remembered Chang Jingyu telling him on Chaolu Cliff that you have done it yourself, and you have a little psychological shadow on people who have wronged you.

Lu Yinshuang struggled bitterly, while Yuan Chenzi on the other side was desperately trying to keep the formation running.

Cut!Do it!

Yuan Chenzi yelled in his heart, he was happy to see these two fighting each other, but Lu Yinshuang actually stopped.

To be honest, it was only that he could see Chang Jingyu's strength clearly, but Lu Yinshuang was like looking at flowers through a fog, with the speed of Qi Ningjian's burst at that moment, it was not affected by the trap at all.

He is a fog formation, even if it is a fart, it should have some effect, right?

Angrily, Yuan Chenzi dripped a drop of blood into the sand table again, thinking that Lu Yinshuang should be dealt with first, and the rest of the Foundation Establishment child is still in his pocket.

The trap changed again, Lu Yinshuang wanted to say something to Chang Jingyu, when a huge pale claw suddenly appeared from the mist behind him, the five fingers were as sharp as a human being, and it silently attacked Lu Yinshuang's back. I'm afraid it will be caught in two.

Chang Jingyu's pupils closed, his angle was opposite to Lu Yinshuang, and he could clearly see death approaching.

"Danger!"

In the blink of an eye, Chang Jingyu ignored the sword hanging on his neck, and stretched out his hand to pull Lu Yinshuang hard. Lu Yinshuang's coat had a defensive array, which was enough to block the attack, so he didn't expect Chang Jingyu to save her. He quickly dissipated his sword energy, but the skin was still cut with a terrifying wound.

This is the hand speed of provoking me with my life.

Lu Yinshuang was thinking in a daze when he fell in front of Chang Jingyu.

This posture looked familiar, and the palm on Chaoluya still seemed to be in pain. Lu Yinshuang was in a complicated mood. Could Chang Jingyu who sneaked up on him and this Chang Jingyu who desperately saved him be considered the same person?

The author has something to say: "Did you lose this black enemy, or this white enemy?"

"Children only make choices, and this seat will fight all of them."