Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

When Yin Changxin's phantom completely merged into the formation, the sky in Panyu's upper realm was bright, and the red light of the disaster star swayed to every corner like sea waves.

Ice and snow fluttered on the stone island container for refining the furnace tripod, and there was also a dark red sky falling into it.

There were crowds of people and shouts everywhere.

Crowds of people surged in front of the suddenly opened gate of Yubai Formation. No one thought that in the already desperate end, there would be a life gate opened.

As long as you pass through that door, you can go home alive.Hope was revived in the ashes, and immediately almost everyone rushed towards the gate frantically!

But there are too many people, and there is only one gate.

After only one breath, the area in front of the gate was crowded into a big human cake, men and women, old and young, squeezed together, as if wishing to squeeze out all the bile and gastric juice.In the sky, countless monks who rose from the sword collided with each other and fell, which was terrible.

"Don't squeeze..."

"Let me go... Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Mother! Where are you, mother!?"

But under the swaying sky, there are countless faces and arms struggling desperately, and there are pairs of crazy blood red eyes, or frightened and tearful eyes.

Only Fang Zhiyuan struggled under the impact of the dark yin current, relying on himself as a disaster star, he contained all the yin energy in the sky and the earth on himself.

It was as if thousands of ice needles had pierced the bones, stirring the heart, lungs, spleen and stomach into a pool of blood, water and flesh.He panted on the ground, his five fingers twitched among the rough stones, and the blood was quickly worn out.

The first scream came to the ears, maybe there was a stampede, maybe someone moved, and soon there were violent roars and kicks.

The situation that Gu Wenxiang ridiculed really happened.The desire to survive leads to riots, and even those who can remain calm will inevitably be drawn into the vortex of madness.

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were gloomy, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly let go of Yinliu's restraint without warning!

The dark and cold Yin Qi flowed back and swept everyone like a flood.

How can these lowly cultivators withstand the turbulent tide?For a moment, the one in the sky fell back to the ground, and the one on the ground staggered, and the screams of unbearable pain rang out again into howling ghosts and wolves.

There were still tears and convulsions, trying to crawl towards the gate with all four limbs, but they were just wriggling like insects, unable to move an inch.

Fang Zhiyuan panted and straightened his upper body, his throat was almost convulsed, and his eyes were burning with anger: "A group of mud that can't support the wall! You can't eat food until you eat it, and you can't even open the door to your eyes." will go!"

While moaning in pain, everyone struggled to look where the sound came from.But with a loud clang, Huang Yang's long knife was erected in front of the ruthless black-clothed fairy: "If there are any more rioters, I will cut off their feet; if there are any more wounders, I will behead them."

That fierce air reverberated throughout the entire stone island.

But at the same time, Yin Qi was gathered back again.

Returning from the cold and severe pain, Fang Zhiyuan held Huangyang's knife handle tightly with one hand, and his black hair was wet with cold sweat.

He almost put his whole body weight on Huang Yang, so he could barely maintain a half-kneeling posture.But the trembling thin lips were clearly so pale that they couldn't see any blood, and they were still saying hoarsely: "Since you can't even learn how to run away, let me all die here...!"

"Immortal, Immortal Elder..."

Yang Tang raised his head from the receding cloudy wind and snow, he looked at Fang Zhiyuan, murmured in disbelief, his nose suddenly became sore.

What kind of cruel self-torture is this?

As if tens of thousands of sharp knives had pierced through the body, Fang Zhiyuan pulled out the cruel instrument of torture dripping with blood, and after a few breaths, stabbed it back into the flesh and blood again.

...just to deter those rioting people and let them escape from the dead in a safe and orderly manner.

It was at this time that people who had been dazzled by their survival instincts really came back to their senses and realized what was happening right now.

So almost everyone, everyone who still had a heart of flesh and blood, was as stunned as Yang Tang.

What happened, what is going on now?

Just last night, they huddled in the distance one by one, struggling and convulsing alone with the curse star who was so painful that he couldn't get up.

If it wasn't for the light brought by the demon king, they would probably have watched Fang Zhiyuan lie half-consciously in the cold rocky water all night.

For more than [-] years, the world has never treated this person who bears the fate so coldly.

"It's really a bunch of trash..."

The corners of Fang Zhiyuan's eyes twitched with pain, he opened his mouth and laughed hoarsely, and the black marks like poisonous curses gradually appeared on his skin, "Still watching me in a daze, let's go!!"

Just before dawn, the evil star was still telling everyone to wait for death; however, when the sky was bright, he opened the gate, diverted the flow of darkness, left himself in the dark, and said to everyone——

go.

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In the education world, everyone held their breath.

The situation began to change dramatically, and thunder rose out of thin air.The giant gate of the formation with a vast aura rolled across the sky with smoke and electricity, just like a miracle in the ancient prehistoric times.

Through the transparent sky like a water film, everyone saw Lin Lingqing's snow-white figure standing in the black and red chaos of Panyu.

The person who sealed the sky for all living beings when the sky was shattered back then is also the one who opens the sky today to receive and guide the trapped.

Someone stomped their feet anxiously, and couldn't help shouting: "Come back quickly! Isn't the path to Yujie behind the Demon Lord? Why doesn't he come back!"

"Does Lin Lingqing really want to bring Fang Zhiyuan back together? But so many Immortal Panyu are blocking him, he, he...he can't pass it?"

On the upper floor of Snow Bone City, a flash of lightning flashed across.Rukuev took great strides and fell from mid-air on the wind.

Chai Zibat was shocked, rubbed his eyes and stepped forward, "Old Lu!? Why did you come over here, where is Liuhuazhou?"

Lu Kuifu's face was ashen, and he answered the question: "Your Majesty, you really haven't left a message to Snow Bone City, not even a single word!?"

Chai E shook her head and said in a low voice, "Indeed not."

Lu Kuifu's face was even worse, and he punched down as if venting, and a hole was smashed out of the fairy bone brick on the tower.

He looked up at the sky, and said hoarsely: "How could this be... Even with the skill left by Taoist Xuyun, with your current body, you can't..."

He didn't say all the rest, but Chai E understood.

That's right... just relying on the spiritual flow of yang energy left by Yin Changxin is not enough for Lin Lingqing's body that is riddled with holes.

He doesn't have Yang Dan Yang Ying in his body, Yang Qi will only flow out of his body crazily, and it will be exhausted in an hour or two at most.

However, to safely evacuate all the trapped Yujie cultivators, it would take at least a whole day and night...

In the Panyu Realm, the revived Immortal Panyu came in a mighty way, passing through the turbulent flow from the clouds, like a rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun.

When murderous intentions arose, every Panyu person was like a white-feathered arrow tearing through the air with a gloomy whistling sound, approaching in a blink of an eye.

In their eyes, the figure of the Demon Lord is so small, fragile and vulnerable.Immortal Panyu then uttered his first icy cry——

"Close the gate of the formation and capture him without a fight, but spare your life."

Lin Lingqing didn't pay any attention, the tears at the end of his eyes were still wet, but he calmly raised Wu Chi Qingming's hand.

He circulated the power that Yin Changxin bestowed on himself at the end, so the meridians around his body became more and more hot and bright, until there was a soft "chi", and a white fire burned on the meridians of his wrist!

Lukuifu suddenly stood up and said, "Your Majesty!"

I saw that the Demon Lord's feet were a little bit empty, and the five-foot clear light lay in front of him, rushing out to meet Pan Yu's immortals like a comet.Bai Yan dragged out a trail, illuminating Pan Yu's black and red sky.

On the upper floor of Snow Bone City, a beautiful red figure fell lightly. Yu Hongtang was so anxious that she pulled Lukuifu's arm and asked, "What is that? What is Brother Qing'er doing? Why did it catch fire!?"

Chai E also turned to look at him, but was shocked to find that Lukuev's face turned slightly pale.

The meridians on Lei Qiongxian's fists were violent, the tiger's eyes showed a bit of pain, and his lips moved with difficulty: "...Your Majesty, I am afraid that he is unable to balance the excessive Yang flow in his body...Since the Yin Qi is too It is also a reason to think about the yang energy of a grand event that eats back at the human body."

"What..." Yu Hongtang suffocated, and there was no trace of blood on her face.

The verdant sword, as thin as cicada's wings, was unsheathed from the staff, and Wu Chi Qingming finally hit Immortal Panyu's weapon.

The gift from Yin Changxin before his death, supplemented by the yang energy borrowed from the self-education world, and the demon king, as the realm of crossing the catastrophe in his previous life, has the ability to control the spiritual flow...

The overlapping of all these miracles made Lin Lingqing briefly possess the "cultivation level" of the peak of Feixianjing.

However, the price was that he burned himself into a lamp.

Lin Lingqing's whole body was covered with white flames, and the flames burned his body, and the ashes of his skin began to peel off quietly.

Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, but was burned into a sweet blood before it completely fell into the wind.

Yin Qi backfired to the end, turning a person into a frozen and charred skeleton.

But no one has ever seen what the backlash of Yang Qi looks like.

Until now, everyone in Panyu and Yujie has seen it clearly.The end of the backlash of yang energy is to be like the current Demon Lord—burned into white powder by the hottest flames, and disappear in ashes!

Lin Lingqing's eyes were clear, without any fear.His wrist trembled slightly, and the green blade slid skillfully, jingling the sword stabbed by Pan Yuren on the left, and flicking away the knife dropped by Pan Yuren to the right.

The sword in his hand was drawn almost infinitely fast, and every blink of an eye he picked up dozens of weapons and walked through the sharp edges.

But he was not in love with fighting, Lin Lingqing's eyes were staring at the distant Shidao floating in the air from beginning to end.

Zhiyuan...his Zhiyuan.

The space magic circle is one-way, which means that if he wants to get to Fang Zhiyuan's side, he can only rely on his own strength to kill him step by step from this group of Panyu immortals!

However, this is extremely dangerous, like a state of being on the verge of death. Although the Demon Lord has the cultivation level to fight against the Panyu people for a short time, his physical body is still just a half-crippled Nascent Soul.As long as he made a mistake for a moment, he would lose his life here.

A dark smile appeared on Lin Lingqing's lips, and he whispered hoarsely to himself in a voice that no one could hear: "This is a bit like a gambling game in the world."

Zhiyuan, you must wait for me.

The faces of some Panyu immortals changed—when they realized that the fire moths in their eyes hadn't been burned to death.

That little weak white moth, wrapped in the most blazing and inextinguishable flame, rushed towards them against the divine punishment and the light of the sky, desperately rushing towards them!

But soon, someone said in a cold voice: "It's just because of Tongzi Xin's transmission of skills. He has no yang baby, his meridians are severely damaged, and he can't last long."

"It's just a self-defeating fool. When the flame is extinguished, he will die, and I don't even need to wait."

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In Snow Bone City, countless demon cultivators stood together with Xuyun's Yin body disciples.Shen Xiaojiang was still comforting a crying little girl in his arms, but he raised his head and stared at the sky, his eyes were already red.

"Eldest Senior Brother...Second Senior Brother..."

The young man recited unwillingly, "Sovereign..."

……

In the Western Regions, the disciples of the Senluo Stone Palace climbed up to the high pillars, anxious and at a loss, but they could only recite an ancient prayer for the demon king who saved them back then.

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The Mountain Sea and Star Terrace in Ziwei Pavilion is the closest place to the sky.Jina held the purple astrolabe tightly with both hands, and stared blankly at the gate in a daze.

He deduced in every possible way, but couldn't figure out a chance.

……

In Sword Valley, the yellow sand is still blowing in the sky.In the deepest cold cave, two men holding swords looked at each other.

Xuanyuan Yi's empty right sleeve flapped wildly in the wind, he knelt in front of Ye Fu, and asked urgently in a hoarse voice: "Master Gu, can we really do nothing?"

Ye Fu closed his eyes and remained silent, with depression between his brows.

……

Countless rogue cultivators all over the world are looking up, and all of them are unknowingly anxious.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Lin Lingqing's figure burning with white smoke gradually became blurred.

And there are more and more figures rushing out from the giant gate of the formation...

These people all had panic-stricken faces and tears streaming down their faces, all of them had fled back from the gloomy and desperate situation.

An impatient snow-bone monk rushed forward, grabbed the fleeing man's skirt, and roared angrily, "What's going on inside! What's going on, talk!?"

The caught person raised his face, tears were streaming down his face, and his five sense organs were all crowded together.In return, the person who stepped forward to question him was also taken aback for a moment.

The cultivator who escaped from death whimpered and cried, trembling all over, and said in despair: "The Yin Qi inside...the Yin Qi is too strong, it's about to condense!"

"If this goes on like this, I'm afraid that the evil star... will be pierced through the internal organs by the transformed yin energy and die!!"