Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Torrential rain.

The sky is dark, the ground is dark, and the shadows of the trees trembling under the urging of the strong wind are also dark.

The heavy rain poured down on the high and steep Xuyun Peak, but it still couldn't wash away the pervasive smell of blood.

"Cough...cough..."

Wrapped in a thick black fox fur coat, Lin Lingqing convulsed, her eyes were slack, her cold white lips were trembling, and she was gasping for death.

The blood gushing out from the corner of the mouth first dyed the loose snow-white hair red, and then dyed the neck—the skin was covered with gray and black scars, which were deeply sunken, and some places even corroded the bones.

This is the backlash of yin energy that only magic cultivators can have.

The emperor who had been worshiped by demon cultivators from the Three Realms in the past is now lying in front of the cold mountain rock, his breath is like a candle in the wind.

It used to be such a slender and graceful finger that pointed at Jiangshan indifferently... Now it is as thin as a stick, and it is almost impossible to hold the dark green stick in the palm that supports the body.

Under the green stick, a soul-stirring trail of blood dragged along a long road among the rugged mountains.

The wind was shrill and the thunder was rumbling.

The pouring cold rain slapped down, diluting and washing away the blood that the demon king had coughed up on the mountain.

"Fang Zhiyuan is dead, you must have known about it."

Above Xuyun Mountain, a heavy and gloomy man's voice suddenly sounded.

The man in purple with a broad sword set foot on the top of the mountain, and walked towards the dying black figure step by step.

"I'll see you on your way."

Lin Lingqing smiled hoarsely, and he raised his head enduring the torment of Ling Chi.

With a movement of her lips, she said three words lightly: "It's up to you."

The purple-clothed man's face darkened.

Under the rain-soaked hair of Cangxue, Mojun's eyes were red and soaked in tears, but his expression was calm and calm.

Only intertwined tear stains stretched on the pale cheeks, and the teardrops mixed with the rain, fell drop by drop between the soft fur of the black fox fur.

Lin Lingqing turned his head slowly, with a sneer on his side.

"Mu Hong."

"At the foot of Nanxi Mountain, it was Fang Zhiyuan, the immortal head, who saved your life. He appreciated your talent and skills, taught you martial arts and martial arts, and gave you power and status..."

The Demon Lord's aura was frighteningly weak, and his voice was almost drowned in the sound of the rain.

He clearly cried just now, but the tone of his mouth was clear and indifferent, as if even such a death situation couldn't disturb his emotions.

Once enlightened by the bank of Honglianyuan, he built bones into a city to accommodate thousands of demon cultivators.He is the No. 1 demon in the way of evil after the disaster, and he is a powerful king who raises his hands to overthrow the clouds and rain. Perhaps he should be so arrogant.

"That's how you repay him."

The man in purple was stunned, as if he had been poked into a sore spot of embarrassment.

But the next moment, he sneered and mocked: "Lord Lin Mo, forget it...just because you are a cripple who can't even walk with a cane, you still try to teach Mu a lesson? Tsk, you should call those filthy Dirty demon cultivators, look at the miserable appearance of their adoring Jun, who is coughing and panting..."

"As for Fang Zunshou, of course he was so kind to Mu Mou... What a pity! He deviated from the right way, disobeyed the true God, and took the wrong path of protecting evil spirits!"

Mu Hong strode up to Lin Lingqing, without concealing the disgust and contempt in his eyes, "Since this is the case, no one can blame anyone for being beheaded by the true god. As the new head of the fairy, Mu will naturally not use his own personal favor... Don't care about righteousness."

The broad sword swung across and landed on the side of the long and thin neck, "Demon Monarch Lin Lingqing, you deserve to die now."

Lin Lingqing closed her eyes and smiled, and said in a low voice: "The righteous way...the righteousness..."

He stretched out his fingers calmly, flicked on Mu Hong's sword, and made a crisp sound.

"Actually, I don't want to do that either."

The Demon Monarch sighed, stroking the blade on his neck with his fingers, "...I am an idler with dull talent and no ambition in life, let alone understand the so-called 'righteousness' of you wanton slaughtering innocent Demon Cultivators. If by It's up to me to choose, I would rather stay in Xuyun Peak for the rest of my life, watch the flowers and fishes, and take care of my juniors and younger sisters for the rest of my life."

As he spoke, he stretched out his other hand, and his true energy condensed into a small golden lotus at the tip of his index finger.

He lowered his eyes and played with the little lotus, the petals shimmered in the dark rainy night, like stars.

"Unfortunately, the sky doesn't meet people's wishes..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Lingqing's eyes sank, and a look of pain flashed between his brows, and bright red blood gushed out from the corners of his pale lips, "Uh, cough..."

He started coughing up blood again.

The rain seems to be less.

Thundercloud is far away.

Shadows still loom over the cascading peaks.

But the night wind was getting colder and colder, howling, and the chill went straight to the bones of the person.

Suddenly, a distant and indifferent voice resounded among the dark clouds in the sky, echoing endlessly like a bell.

"The next immortal head, Mu Hong! The time has come, and the devil has been captured quickly to meet the true god—"

On Xuyun Peak, Mu Hong's face sank in the darkness.He held the sword proudly, "Dirty demon seed, do you have a last word?"

"Okay... It seems that this is the 'true god' who made you surrender to the Lord." Lin Lingqing lowered his eyes wearily, touched the green staff beside him, and stood up with support, "I wrote down ,I got it……"

Following this movement, Mu Hong's sword around his neck was cut wide open, blood gushing.As if Lin Lingqing didn't know it, he staggered to the front of the cliff and looked down condescendingly.

The cold yin qi rolled between the mountains, carrying the bloody smell that could not dissipate, sweeping the sky and the earth in a boundless manner.

The night is coming to an end.

And in this night that was about to pass away, just under the Xuyun Peak where Lin Lingqing was standing, what happened was the most tragic and desperate siege.

Three Mahayanas, more than ten Nascent Souls, and more than a hundred Jindans died.

Only get one result.

——Fang Zhiyuan, the head of the immortal, died.

From Honglianyuan Snow Bone City, cross Qilong Ridge and Sword Valley, cross Liuhua Continent, cross Henghai, and reach Xuyun Peak on Taiqing Island.

The Immortal Daoist first protects the Demonic Emperor, and goes retrograde with a knife in the pursuit of thousands of monks.The bloody [-]-mile escape road finally ended in this rainy night.

I do not know when, the rain stopped.

It was getting brighter.

The stagnant water in the mountains is refracted with sparkling waves.The twisted old trees looked even more dilapidated after a night of fierce fighting.

Fang Zhiyuan fell on his back on a huge rock, his whole body was bloody and bloody, his bones were exposed in several places, and his heart was pierced by a divine sword, which was shocking.

Dawn climbed up from the other side of the distant mountain.The blood-stained, handsome and cold face softened under the morning light, and even an old scar on the neck was clearly illuminated.

...that was once the head of the wild and unbridled immortals, the most majestic and majestic master of the Jingui Palace.Drink the strongest wine, hold the hottest knife, fight the most ferocious dragon, and win the heart of the most beautiful fairy.

If he hadn't gone mad to take his life to protect a demon king, he should have been wearing the robe embellished with the golden osmanthus totem of Lieyang, sitting high on the top of the palace full of golden osmanthus in Liuhuazhou.

But now, this person who is honored as the head of the fairy closed his eyes, as if sleeping peacefully, but he was already a cold corpse.

Just farther away, hundreds of monks who were lucky enough not to die under the sword of Xianshou formed a huge enchantment.

All kinds of magic weapons overflowing with colorful light danced, sealing off the entire Xuyun Peak——Fang Zhiyuan was dead, and it would be effortless to take down Lin Lingqing.

On the top of the peak, the mountain wind blew the demon king's white hair, and the big black robe made a rustling sound.The tears on Lin Lingqing's face had dried up.

Mu Hong stepped forward and waved the broad sword behind the Demon Lord.He had already given too much time to this dying man, and he did everything he could.

The sharp sword edge brought the sound of the wind and fell with killing intent——

Zheng! !

——Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, an ancient rune emerged from the sky.The broad sword with [-]% strength hit it, and there was a sound of metal and stone colliding.

Mu Hong's expression suddenly changed.His long sword stopped three inches away from the side of Lin Lingqing's neck, but it seemed to be frozen, and he could no longer move half an inch!

Lin Lingqing moved slowly, turned his thin body sideways, and said with regret: "What I just said, it seems that Patriarch Mu never took it seriously."

He turned his eyes suddenly, his eyes were like snow, cold and sharp.

"You don't deserve to send me on my way."

"You monster...!?" Mu Hong's forehead bulged with veins, he gritted his teeth and exerted force, but the natal artifact in his hand that had been with him for more than a hundred years did not move at all.

After thinking about it again, he found that his limbs were also frozen in mid-air, and he couldn't help being shocked and angry, "You have set up a formation here!? How is it possible—"

Lin Lingqing coughed in a low voice, but said with a sneer: "Otherwise, why do you think Fang Zhiyuan escorted me here even if he died?"

Mu Hong was shocked all of a sudden.

His face turned pale, and he murmured: "Lingmai..."

The demon king's accomplishments in ancient talisman formations are well known throughout the world.

But ever since the Demon Lord's Snow Bone City was destroyed under the encirclement and suppression of the "True God", Lin Lingqing became a useless person under the backlash of Yin Qi.Rao has been lingering under the protection of Fang Zhiyuan for a period of time, and it should be exhausted by now.

Now that he has no strength left, he should not even be able to draw the most basic runes.

But here... it's different.

The summit of Xuyun Peak is where the spirit veins converge.

If the core of the spiritual vein can be found, the spiritual energy that can be drawn out is comparable to a self-destruction of the mighty power of the Transcending Tribulation Period!

... Few people still remember that the demon lord Lin Lingqing was the chief disciple of the Xuyun Sect before he fell into the devil.

Every flower, plant, tree, and stone here has left his footprints, which naturally includes spiritual veins.

The yin and spiritual energy in the mountains began to swirl like a whirlpool, and the green staff in the hands of the Demon Lord trembled slightly, like spring buds breaking through the ground, swaying circles of bright light.

"...It's actually an immortal artifact," Mu Hong laughed miserably, his eyes bloodshot, "Lin Lingqing, you are carrying an immortal artifact, but you just watched Fang Zhiyuan go to death? Okay, okay, you are so cruel, you are worthy of being a demon." Jun!"

"Actually... I don't want to do that either." Lin Lingqing sighed softly, with a slight sadness in his expression, "I'm sorry."

The green stick was raised, lowered, and pierced deeply into the rock.

And there is exactly where the core of the spirit vein is.

The fairy artifact is the matchmaker, the spiritual vein is the source, and the aura of heaven and earth is the guide!

The cumbersome ancient charms emerged silently.The huge formation spread out slowly, extending from the top of the mountain all the way to the foot of the mountain, covering the entire pitch-black Xuyun mountain peak.

Even if it is thousands of miles away, it can be seen clearly.

In a blink of an eye, the monks at the foot of the mountain were all swallowed into the formation, and became a swarm of bees in chaos.With a ferocious face, Mu Hong shouted angrily with all his strength: "Quick back! Back!! Everyone leave Xuyun Peak for me—"

Lin Lingqing bent down, her wet hair fell down her shoulders, covering half of her pale side face.Spreading his fingers, the little lotus condensed with true energy was still swaying, he said softly: "It's late."

Holding the green stick in his right hand, the Demon Lord gently inserted the golden lotus in his left hand into the spiritual vein.

The next moment, the spirit vein suddenly burst into a dazzling light.It was as if the scorching sun broke through the dark clouds, and the scorching light waves melted the frozen world.

In an instant, the ground cracked and the mountains shook!

Inch by inch, the ground exploded one after another, and the roar was deafening!

Mu Hong's screams, the screams of the monks at the foot of the mountain, the loud noise of the rocks collapsing, the sharp sound of Yin Qi being torn apart... even the wind and clouds, the sky and the earth, all melted into such a light.

Everything is swallowed up.

Lin Lingqing closed his eyes in relief, let go of the green stick in his hand, and fell backwards.

Another gust of warm blood spilled from his lips.The viscera in the body twitched faintly, and the heart cavity kept tightening, the pain was so painful that it almost collapsed.

It rained and it was fine.

There are fine lights falling from the sky.

The Demon Lord is still choking on blood, but his sanity is gradually hazy.The backlash pain of Yin Qi that was tormenting him all the time finally disappeared bit by bit.

All of a sudden, those old memories from the past were disturbed, and these flying lights were blown into my heart.

More than a hundred years ago, there was a peak named Xuyun in the fairy world.

Green mountains and green waters, surrounded by clouds and fog.

Xuyun at that time.

There are orioles in spring, lotuses in summer, red leaves in autumn and snow in winter.

At that time, the master had not yet fallen, and he was lazily basking in the sun in a tattered Taoist robe, and the side face was dazzled by the light.

The younger brothers and younger sisters are still in disarray, playing and bickering every day, discussing Dao and Yujian with high spirits, as brilliant as the rising twilight.

The future Fang Xianshou is still young.A ten-year-old boy in black with a knife in his arms, holding wine, called him with a drawn-out smile, "Brother..."

But the sky and the earth turned upside down day and night, and he ended up in such a situation.

All perish, all become empty.

The old scenes of those old friends who were reluctant to let go finally turned into dust and drifted away, annihilated in the merciless mountain rain last night.

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When the brilliance dissipated, the Xuyun Four Peaks, which dared to be called the number one mountain in the world, had been razed to the ground.

There is no breath of living things, only the broken spirit veins are still flowing on the gray and black ground, like golden streams and rivers, but they don't know where they will go.