Master, save me! [Transmigration Book]

Lin Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he blamed him, his voice was still a little happy.

"If you come later, I'm afraid you will enter reincarnation as a teacher."

Xuanyuan Kun chuckled softly, and when he landed, he gave Lin Yi the energy of the spiritual vein. Although Lin Yi could not recover completely in a short time, he could still recover to seven points.He whispered in Lin Yi's ear, "If master really enters reincarnation, I will go to you, but don't even think about getting rid of me."

When turning around, Xuanyuan Kun blocked Lin Yi from the aftermath of the breaking wind.

The Burial Sword Hill was opaque to the sky, probably because the blow was too fierce, and the extradition of the spiritual power drained the lingering aura of the heroic spirit, causing most of the surrounding sword blades to lose their luster.Those tarnished weapons instantly seemed to have extinguished the fire of life, becoming dusty and withered.This is just a little bit better. The Burial Sword Hill used to be full of swords, but now there are only broken blades on the ground, which is a mess.Only a few intact swords survive here.

Fang Yanting, who was devastated, staggered two steps forward not far away.Her clean skirt was stained with a lot of mud, and the rain watered her half through, and her hair was messed up.Looking in Lin Yi's direction, he seemed to want to say something.

The pair of beautiful eyes regained their spirits because of the revenge at this moment, Yan Ting was on the verge of falling, with a happy smile on her face, and the hands of the sacrifice on her chest were still not loosened.

It's too early to talk about relaxing now, but in an instant, Zhang Xiaoming broke the short peace.A loud shout behind the dusty rocky mist

"why!"

Fang Yanting visibly trembled her hands, gritted her teeth and said in hatred, "Evil cause and evil effect! Do you really think that the sky has no eyes, and a lonely soul hates no one!"

In fact, Zhang Xiaoming's "why" was probably not only surprised by Fang Yanting's defection, but also because Xuanyuan Kun, who was supposed to be by Bai Zirou's side, was not at all. It was impossible to get out of the trap he set so quickly.

When the torrential rain fell again, there were still bursts of muffled thunder in the sky, and the sporadic rain slapped on the sad broken blade scattered around.

Although it was so noisy, Lin Yi's heart was peaceful.There was no rain pouring down on his head, so Xuanyuan Kun held an umbrella for him.

"Zhang Xiaoming, take a closer look." Lin Yi said.

In Zhang Xiaoming's vision blurred by the rain curtain, he saw Lin Yi and Xuanyuan Kun standing not far away, and Bai Zirou behind them was still lying on the ground, except for the one next to Bai Zirou, who was half kneeling holding the hilt of his sword Xuanyuan Kun, who was taking the sword, disappeared when Lin Yi waved his sleeves, and immediately there was a wooden puppet in Lin Yi's hands.

Zhang Xiaoming was stunned, "Impossible! How could you have known about my plan!"

Lin Yi looked at him, shook his head and said, "Although there is nothing impossible, I really didn't know how you calculated."

"The Jingxie sword on Bai Zirou's body is not right on the center of the mouth. If you did it yourself, it would be impossible to make such a mistake. So... I can only think that Fang Yanting did it."

"But, how can Fang Yanting use the Jingxie Sword?"

Lin Yi looked at Fang Yanting. In fact, although the hint left by the other party was small, it was still very important.Bai Zirou kept telling him to go quickly, and Zhang Xiaoming had figured it out, Xuanyuan Kun was the only one who could touch the Sword of Shocking Evil, so when Xuanyuan Kun was restrained, he just had to deal with him.

The Jingxie sword is fake, so of course Xuanyuan Kun who drew the sword is also fake.That's why there is the present scene.

What if the real Xuanyuan Kun doesn't come?

Lin Yi looked at the person beside him, and only then did he recall it. Is this really possible?When he seemed to be convinced of such an idea, he believed that the other party would definitely come.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoming was furious. He waved his hand and summoned a weapon, and there was a murderous intent in his side eyes to take Fang Yanting's life.

The Evil Elimination Sword was already in Xuanyuan Kun's hands. If he had known that Xuanyuan Kun was a reborn person, he would have been surprised.

"You betrayed me, Fang Yanting! Don't even think about seeing Shen Changsheng again!"

Before he could move, another wave of sword energy directly attacked him.

Lin Yi and Xuanyuan Kun were still waiting and watching, it was not these two who made the move.

Zhang Xiaoming didn't know how much wasted by the third thunder, but he couldn't dodge in time, his bundled hair was injured by the sword energy and suddenly scattered, and the broken hair fell to the ground.Zhang Xiaoming's neck was scratched with a not-so-light bloodstain, which dripped down from the rain and dyed the skirt of his clothes red.

Zhang Xiaoming raised his hand and touched his neck, and looked down to see the blood on his hand.His eyes were fierce, and his clenched fists made a bone-crunching sound. He looked around everyone around him with a terrifying expression.

He laughed wildly again for a while.

"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me! Hahahahaha, I'm right! Lin Yi, don't even try to escape this catastrophe today. This is the way of heaven. This is the way of heaven that you set yourself. No one can escape it. !"

The instigator of this sword qi stood in the rain curtain, his face was so cold and hard that water flowed down his cheeks.Leng Beixi pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes were full of hatred.When he came, he avoided all the broken blades under his feet.

Leng Beixi, one person and one sword, the black clothes blended into the darkness of Burial Sword Hill.

He couldn't understand what Zhang Xiaoming was saying, but those words were not important.Leng Beixi's hoarse sound like weeping blood was caught in the rain curtain.

"It's you who deserve to die here. Sacrifice my loyal monks in Gucheng!"

Fang Yanting's technique and Leng Beixi's sharp sword attacked together, vowing to sacrifice with blood.

The flowers of redemption bloom in this piece of soil where the past is buried.

This is Zhang Xiaoming's inevitable situation.

For the purpose at all costs, evil causes and consequences, his murder is too heavy.

Lin Yi even guessed, this is only what he knows, how many people Zhang Xiaoming killed in the age he didn't know.He probably tried to take the life of a real person from outside the sky more than once. Why did Jinmei become a demon dragon after the disaster in Gucheng?Shen Changsheng, Fang Yanting, the innocent people who have returned to the Resentment Realm, if these are not counted, how many people have died in vain?

Lin Yi thought, Zhang Xiaoming probably didn't regard this world as reality.

Because if you look at it as a reality, there shouldn't be any so-called villains, whether you should die or not.But if Zhang Xiaoming didn't regard this world as reality, Lin Yi saw a huge desire to survive in all his behaviors.

Zhang Xiaoming... wants to live more than anyone else.

Suddenly thought of something, all kinds of Taoyuan paintings appeared in his mind, Lin Yi called out

"...Long song?"

Zhang Xiaoming, who was dealing with Fang Yanting and Leng Beixi in the distance, was startled in vain, looked back at Lin Yi and asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

This moment of distraction was enough to cause Zhang Xiaoming to suffer another serious injury. Leng Beixi's sword pierced his back, but he still didn't realize it.Just vomited a mouthful of blood, Zhang Xiaoming looked at Lin Yi in disbelief, "Why...you know this name?"

Lin Yi frowned, "Is this why you want to live longer?"

"Tell me, where is he! Lin Yi, you..."

"You won't see him anymore."

Lin Yi looked at him and said quietly, "Not long ago, Bian Ruo passed away."

Zhang Xiaoming seemed to be crazy, he said he didn't believe Lin Yi's words, and in the end, the inexplicable Yu threat forced Beixi and Fang Yanting to retreat.

The last struggle at the end of the crossbow is nothing more than that.

In fact, when he said this, it meant that he already believed what Lin Yi said, but he didn't want to admit it.

Maybe it's because they come from the same world, or it's just in memory of the little Taoist priest who misses him forever.Lin Yi thought about it a little, and still took out the Taoyuan painting in his arms and threw it to Zhang Xiaoming in the distance.

"His soul once stayed in the Taoyuan painting, and he was waiting for a man named Changge with me."

Zhang Xiaoming took the picture scroll that flew over from the sky, it was a result he had been waiting for for many years, holding it in his hand now, it seemed like a world away, without any sense of reality.There was no expression on Zhang Xiaoming's face, probably because he didn't know what kind of emotion to face, his heart was already empty.

The drawing paper made of special material was not wet by the rain. He held it in his hand for a while in a daze, but Fang Yanting pierced his heart the next moment.

The picture scroll was not wet by the rain, but it was stained with red blood.

"I said you would go to hell... But Zhang Xiaoming, I regret it! Anyone can do it, but you can't!" Fang Yanting raised her head and glanced in Xuanyuan Kun's direction.

What she looked at was the Jingxie sword in the man's hand.

The corners of his eyes flickered, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or crystal tears.Fang Yanting called softly, "Master, you don't need to be at his mercy anymore. Let us atone for the mistakes we made!"

The blood-stained painting was burned to ashes by the flames cast by spiritual power in Zhang Xiaoming's hands. Zhang Xiaoming's last spiritual power was not for escape, nor for attacking others.

Burning all the Taoyuan paintings, what he burned was his obsessive and hopeless heart.

People want to live forever, and there is always something for it.

Lin Yi still doesn't understand what Zhang Xiaoming is for, but no matter what the reason for living, trampling thousands of souls, lying on the bones for self-interest, he will always pay a price for everything he has done.

Lin Yi didn't expect that the Jingxie Sword in Xuanyuan Kun's hand would obey the words of Fang Yanting, a lotus demon.

Xuanyuan Kun didn't stop it, and when Fang Yanting's voice fell, the Jingxie Sword escaped from Xuanyuan Kun's hands, and flew through the rain as if breaking away from a long-held shackle. It penetrated the flesh and blood of Zhang Xiaoming and Fang Yanting, and absorbed their souls.

Lin Yi seemed to hear the howling of the soul that was about to burst out of the sword. They lost their suppression, and all scrambled to bite and drag Zhang Xiaoming's soul.And Fang Yanting disappeared with a smile. She was originally a lotus essence. When her body turned into nothingness, Lin Yi saw a strange brilliance in her eyes, which seemed to indicate that she had finally seen her eternal life.

Lin Yi didn't understand what kind of entangled past there was between them.

The sky and the earth were raining non-stop, and he stood alone with an umbrella for a long time, while Xuanyuan Kun was healing Bai Zirou's injuries.In the distance, Zhang Xiaoming's blood completely changed the color of the white robe, watching his blood spread across the land mixed with thunderstorms.

In fact, Leng Beixi still has lingering hatred, but what else can he do?

To dismember Zhang Xiaoming's corpse?

Leng Beixi clearly understood that even then, the people of Gucheng would not be able to live again.He didn't say a word, and after a long while, he started to tidy up the remaining broken swords around him silently, half kneeling on the ground, letting the rain wash away the dirt from the remaining blades in his hands.

Whatever happened in the past... should end after the rain stops.

Today is thunder and rain, tomorrow is clear and neon.

"It's not over yet..." Lin Yi was slightly puzzled.Looking up at the endless thunder, he felt that his uneasy emotions had not been calmed down, which was really unreasonable.

Although he had been hurt by those two thunderbolts before, he still didn't feel that this feeling was because he was afraid of thunderstorms, it was more like... a kind of vigilance originating from his physical and mental instincts!

Zhang Xiaoming's mocking words immediately rang in his ears.

Why do you say he can't escape today?

Lin Yi clenched his palms tightly, and couldn't help but hold his breath and said, "Dao Jie...why is it brought forward!"