Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Before he finished speaking, he saw the Snow Bone Demon Cultivator burst into anger and punched the man on the bridge of the nose!

"Then you put him in there and escape by yourself!? Fang Xianjun was imprisoned because of you pussies. You left him there and escaped by yourself!?"

"I..." The monk who escaped was so ashamed that he couldn't speak.

Turning his head and looking back, he saw more people pouring out from the gate of heaven. Those with low cultivation levels who could not control their swords to volley were supported by the support of high cultivation levels, and staggered back to the ground.

Many people wailed loudly when they stepped on the land of Zhanyu Realm, among them were hoarse mourning, even hard-hearted people could not bear to hear it.

"What..." The monk turned back and murmured in pain, "Is there anything we can do..."

Snow Bone Moxiu lowered his face gloomyly and fell silent.

Clouds and smoke are billowing in the sky, and dust is flying on the earth.

……

In the sky above the Panyu Realm, the Lord's expression was extremely ugly.

"Stupid..."

"Born as a disaster star, he is so stupid and kind."

I thought it was a seamless plan, but who would have thought that the countless furnaces in the enchantment would just escape under the nose.Even Venerable Pan Yu was so painful that the muscles on his face twitched.

But now he is devoting all his energy to pulling the two streams of Yin Meridian and Calamity Star, even if he intends to do something, his body will be exhausted, and he has fallen into a situation where there is nothing he can do.

This is also the indifference of Immortal Panyu's own fault. If the Lord did not give such an impenetrable barrier, there would be other Immortal Panyu ordered to kill the evil star for the Lord at this moment; If there is no enchantment partition, the cauldron is destined to be looted when it is just transported to the Panyu world, which becomes an unsolvable death situation.

It was also because of this that in the eyes of Lord Panyu, what happened now was simply unreasonable.

Why would someone risk their life to save a bunch of trash?Such a group of wastes are born to be trampled on, so what's the use of saving them?

Will you erect a monument for you, or burn paper for you?

What is the meaning of what happens after death?

The lord's expression was cloudy and uncertain, his fingers changed slightly, and the speed of Yin Qi injection became faster.

He looked down at Fang Zhiyuan condescendingly, and sighed: "Fu Xing, you should take a sober look, those people you gave your life to save are leaving you to death and abandoning you. They are all gone."

Yin Qi gathered around Huan Xing's body, and fine ice particles continued to freeze in the void, and when they fell on the ground, they turned black—this was a sign that Yin Qi began to solidify when it was too thick.

Fang Zhiyuan supported himself with a long knife, his teeth collided, and cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.

There were layers of pitch black and frosty storms in front of him. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to see the situation outside.

Are you all leaving...

It would be good if we could all go.

He didn't know how long he could last, the situation was more difficult than he thought, and he might not be able to hold on for a day.

What about senior brother, how is Lin Lingqing doing now?If there is any regret, it is that he is here and cannot see his senior brother for the last time.

The voice of the lord above his head seemed far away and near: "Look at those people running away with their heads in their hands... Are they really unable to bear even a little bit of yin? But no one dares to come to share even a little bit for you, isn't it sad?"

How beautiful his elder brother will be when he sets off, his long pure white hair and robe will melt into the light, but he doesn't know whether it hurts or not.I'm afraid it will hurt...

Is there anyone to accompany him, is there anyone to see him off?Is the master by his side?People in the sports industry should be able to see, how many people will send him sincerely?

It's ridiculous, if Lin Mojun knew that what he was thinking about before he died was actually such a thing, I'm afraid he would have to laugh and scold him helplessly.

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly wanted to see Lin Lingqing very much.The meeting last night was blocked by the enchantment, and we couldn't even have a hug.When was the last time he hugged Lin Xiangqing, why can't he remember...

"Everything you are doing now is useless. Do you really think that you can inherit Yin Qi infinitely? You will die soon... What's the use of letting go of a few wolf-hearted scum before you die?"

The back of the hand holding the knife had been scorched black by the cold, and the Yin Qi penetrated into the internal organs, and severe pain began to come from the heart.

That beating viscera was already filled with Yin Qi, but now it seems that there are countless dense cold thorns growing out of it.

Fang Zhiyuan held back his eyes fiercely, but his pale lips couldn't help trembling. If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would really soon... be stabbed to death by the solidified Yin Qi.

He knows that even if he relaxes the attraction to the yin a little bit, and makes the concentration of yin qi lessen, he can feel much more comfortable.

But what he knows better is that under such crushing pain, once the breath in his heart relaxes and he takes a step back, he can't help but take another two or three steps back, and it's over.

He simply did not retreat an inch.

The lord shook his head, seeing that his words did not reach the ears of the evil star, he said again: "Stupid."

At this moment, the Lord's thoughts coincided with those of the other Panyu people when they faced the Demon King——

Fang Zhiyuan can't hold on for long with such exhaustion, perhaps it is the safest strategy to wait for him to kill himself.

...As if to prove the correctness of the ruthless Dao of the ancient gods and gods, the stalemate lasted for less than a moment before a sudden change occurred.

Chill-

Accompanied by the horrifying sound of cracking flesh, a pitch-black icicle burst out with blood dripping from the chest of the curse star!

"—Ah...!!" Fang Zhiyuan's pupils contracted violently, and blood spewed out of his throat, blocking the scream that hadn't come out.

He shook his head in a broken state and tilted his neck back, the veins all over his body exploded, he almost fainted but couldn't escape.Every time the body twitched instinctively, the icicles repeatedly rubbed and pierced the viscera...

If it was an ordinary monk, there would have been no bones left under such a concentration of Yin Qi.It was because of his unique physique that he was able to do such an act against the sky, but he also suffered torture that ordinary people would never suffer.

Soon, more slender thorns burst out from the viscera.Fang Zhiyuan endured it tenaciously, his eyes soon dilated, he twitched and vomited blood, but he could hardly breathe.

His teeth bit his lips and tongue, and his mouth was bloody, but he endured it.

He is the body of a disaster star, and he will not die easily.Just get through it, just get through it...

Finally, a cultivator on the stone island managed to see this tragic scene through the black swirl of flying Yin Qi, and uttered a horrified cry: "Fang Immortal!! Immortal!! You, you..."

There were quite a few figures running towards him, including young people, women, and even octogenarians, but they were all blocked by the strong Yin Qi and could not approach him at all.

All of these people's faces were as white as ghosts. Looking at the bloody figure in black, their faces were full of panic and helplessness like a nightmare.

They are all the most ordinary little monks, who has seen such a posture?Not to mention, the victims are still for themselves...

"This, this, this!... Please stop, stop!"

"Immortal Elder, that's enough, stop!!"

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes, and exhausted all his strength to force out a hoarse word: "Get lost."

It's just pain, it's just pain...

He can bear it.

The young man named Yang Tang was also among the people who rushed in. His face was full of tears, and he tried his best to squeeze into the center of the Yin Qi: "Immortal Elder! No matter how useless we are, we are still human beings. What a conscience!"

The young man patted his chest and roared with red eyes, "Let's get lost, even if we get lost for the rest of our lives, we won't be safe!"

Fang Zhiyuan tried his best to raise his hand, and the Yin Qi turned into a gust of wind, blowing the group of people away.

Then he held the icicles with his backhand, leaned against Huang Yang for strength, and began to grit his teeth to pull out the icicles.

Cold sweat and blood wet his body layer by layer.

When he was approaching the limit of endurance, Fang Zhiyuan thought about Lin Lingqing, he thought about the eighteen days when his senior brother fell into the hands of Pan Yuren in his previous life, and he thought about the feeling of holding the bone-like demon in his arms.

So he no longer felt the pain in his body was pain.

It was at this time that the Lord's voice came into his ears.

"You might as well look under you again."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't respond at all, but his words were cold and sarcasm, "Calamity, look, who is here for you?"

……

Lin Lingqing could hardly feel the burning pain of the white flames on his body.

Because he had already seen Fang Zhiyuan.He saw his star being pierced by yin, so he no longer felt the pain in his body was pain.

The Immortal Panyu in front of him killed him from all directions, and the Demon Lord connected the green sword in his hand in the air, and the dark current in Panyu's world was stirred up, as if he was spraying ink.

Immortals Panyu's countenance changed, and they couldn't help but hesitate to move forward.

Lin Lingqing's skin was turned to ashes every inch of his flesh, and his golden eyes were as if quenched by fire, burning with hatred.The gust of wind swept past the snow-colored cuffs, and the long sword in his hand stabbed forward without hesitation.

It has come to this time, and the fight is for someone who is not afraid of death.And Lin Lingqing knew that Panyu people were afraid of death, so he definitely couldn't beat him.

Jingle——

There was a crisp sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

A fissure suddenly burst out from the five-foot-clear sword body!

The five-foot Qingming was originally a fairy weapon refined from the trunk of the soul wood, and its power is one of the few in the entire education world.

However, it followed its master for two lifetimes, wasted many times, and lost [-]% of the soul wood's power when performing the forbidden technique of rebirth.At this time, resisting the strength of Pan Yuxian's people, the load immediately made the thin sword staff whine on the verge of its limit.

Lin Lingqing didn't even take a second look.Turn around to block, step forward, fold your body and draw your sword, and block again.The sword moves vertically and horizontally, leaving only afterimages of light and fire.

……

"Teacher, brother..."

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were suddenly blurred by water mist.

He was in so much pain that his consciousness was dizzy, but he just endured it stubbornly, without saying a word.But at this moment, choked sobs overflowed from between his teeth.

The Lord sneered and said: "It seems that the one who died for this gate was not the devil, but what a pity... well, if so, he could go back directly, why did he catch fire?"

Fang Zhiyuan loosened his blood-stained fingers, and several pieces of ice fell to the ground.

It turns out... Even at this point, even if he had already talked about death last night, Lin Lingqing still refused to give up saving him...

That is, at the moment when Fang Zhiyuan's eyes fell, Lin Lingqing raised his eyes as if aware of it, and the eyes of the two of them crossed the bloody color and met the sky and the earth.

In the two pairs of equally painful eyes, there is no longer any interference, only each other.

"Zhiyuan," Lin Lingqing said fiercely, biting each word, "Wait for me to accompany you."

The killing intent was rising steadily, the tip of the sword was burning with white fire and curled up with yin energy, with a crackling sound, another crack burst out on the five-foot clear sky!

Lin Lingqing bit his fingertips, fluttered his white sleeves, and wiped the blood on Wu Chi Qingming's sword.

The celestial artifact has a spirit, sensing the blood energy of its master, as if trying to squeeze out the last bit of energy.

Lin Lingqing knew that Wuchi Qingming had reached its limit, so he simply put his sword back into its sheath.He directly swung the green staff horizontally, swept it with the wind, and shattered a Panyu Immortal's shoulder bone, and took advantage of this momentum to go further up.

However, a gale blew in front of him, and it was an eight-foot-tall Panyu man, with a cruel gleam in his golden eyes, he swung a pair of giant hammers and smashed it down!

Lin Lingqing hastily raised his stick and put it on the shelf.After a deafening impact and crack, the tortoise cracks on the green staff spread rapidly——

In the educational world, everyone who looked up at the sky was horrified.

Chai E gritted her teeth: "No, Wu Chi Qing Ming!"

Shen Xiaojiang shouted blankly: "No...don't."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the green bamboo that had gone through the mist and rain and was still proud, accompanied by the immortal weapon of the demon king's two lives, was broken with a snap!

Wuchi Qingming, completely broken! !

The Demon Lord should be decisive, he let go of his five fingers and leaned back at the same time, his waist was bent to the limit, and the sharp blades of countless Panyu people around him brushed against his nose.

His golden eyes were clear, reflecting countless emerald green fragments, which fell into the air beside him.

The Panyu man who made the hammer shouted, "Die to the ants!" He raised the immortal martial arts high again, and suddenly covered the demon king's head and pressed down!

Lin Lingqing twisted her waist abruptly, and flicked her sleeves back, a silvery white moonlight rose in her palm, clearing away the demonic obstacles.

Yuyue!

That sword intent pierced through the five-foot clear wreckage, and collided fiercely with the heavy hammer that came again!

"Cough..." There was a burst of energy and blood in the Demon Lord's chest. He was born with this momentum, and it seemed that all his internal organs were displaced for a while.

Lin Lingqing coughed up bloody foam, but he thought in his heart: this time, his Wuchi Qingming can no longer be jealous, nor can he fight with Yuyue in the sea of ​​consciousness...

Suddenly, the Demon Lord's figure sluggish slightly.

The flames on him were gradually extinguished.

Many Immortal Panyu showed expressions of relief, and the haughty and cold expression that controlled everything returned to their faces.

Sure enough, as long as Yin Changxin's skill is cut off, the demon king will no longer be able to fight again.

That's it.

……

"Lord Lin Demon..."

"Little Immortal Lin..."

Many monks in the education world showed grief, and the atmosphere of despair and desolation spread more and more heavily.

I don't know which sect's little apprentice cried out, "Master! Really... Lin Xiaoxian, is he really unwilling to come back... He sacrificed his life to save so many people, is there really no other way..."

And the old man who was grabbed by his sleeve by his apprentice sighed, "Alas... Even if he wants to come back now, he can't come back anymore."

Countless immortal disciples and casual cultivators have already knelt down, touching their foreheads to the ground, unable to kowtow for a long time, wanting to send the demon king off with the most solemn gesture.

Some people had red eyes and gritted their silver teeth, "I respectfully send... Your Majesty the Demon Lord... this revenge... must be avenged!"

That's it.

……

On Shidao, Fang Zhiyuan looked at everything blankly, his face was unprecedentedly bleak.

"Do not……"

For the first time, he showed a look of bewilderment, panicking and tensely straightening up his broken body, as if he still wanted to do something.

But at the next moment when he was about to get up, he suddenly coughed twice, and fell back weakly.

That's it.

……

Only Lin Lingqing clings to Yuyue and remains silent in the empty space.

...Before his trip to Panyu Immortal Realm, he had boasted that he was betting with the world, but in fact he was betting.

In fact, he is not sure at all, and it can even be said that there is no way to rescue Zhiyuan safely.

At first, he thought that maybe he could accompany Zhiyuan to seek benevolence and gain benevolence, save these monks and die together.

But Master took his life for him, so he thought, at least it would be good to die close to Zhiyuan.

It's still too far away, not close enough.

Well, it's not time to "stop here".

Lin Lingqing beckoned gently, and suddenly a thin ribbon woven by runes stretched out from the formation of the stone altar thousands of feet below him.

The formation on the stone altar was set up by Lin Lingqing himself, so he obeyed the master's call.

The thin ribbon seemed soft, but it flashed like lightning, gently wrapped around the veins of the demon king, and the brilliance flowed between the white wrists.

"Look at the sky! Was that made by the Demon Lord?"

"What is he doing!?"

The sky above the Yujie darkened, and amidst lightning and thunder, a vortex suddenly appeared.

Accompanied by the monk's exclamation, the mighty aura of heaven and earth was drawn into it, making a terrifying roar in front of the giant gate, and condensing it into a large glow.

Someone fell to the ground with limp legs, and exclaimed miserably: "Crazy, crazy! He—he is absorbing the yang energy of our Three Realms for his own use!"

At the other end of the gate, Lin Lingqing watched calmly as the light band on his wrist became hotter and brighter, and a bigger white flame enveloped him.

His toes were almost burned off, and his face hadn't recovered from its original beauty.He tried his best to protect his hands with Yin Qi, because he needed to hold a sword.

At this moment, all the monks in Wuxianzhou in Yujie couldn't help but raise their heads and gasp for air. They were so shocked by such a spectacle that they went numb.

If Lin Lingqing was just "like a lamp", then at this moment, he has really turned into a burning wick!

No one can survive such burning, neither can the Lord of Demons.

He understood the method of reconciling yin and yang, and now there is a strong yin current in Panyu's world. If he can regulate his breath with luck, it is not impossible to protect his own life with the demon king's control over yin qi.

But Lin Lingqing wanted to fight with all his heart, and the possible became impossible.

The Demon Lord didn't hesitate much, he chose another method, he chose to burn every inch of himself.

He calmed down, and the next moment, he ignited the only remaining Yin Yuanying in his body!

The body is full of fire, and the sword is full of moonlight.

He is heading for death again.

The lord has always been at ease, and finally there is a ferocious look.

But then he thought that even if Lin Lingqing really rushed here, it would be useless to think about it, and the hideous look disappeared again.

"look……"

Instead, he seemed to have caught some kind of opening, with a gloomy light flashing in his eyes.

He used this to confuse the star who was struggling to support him, and sighed softly: "Your senior brother is so courageous that he has brought all the vitality of Yujie to life. He gave up all living beings in the world for you, but you have to do it for this mere Tens of thousands of people abandon him?"

Fang Zhiyuan was covered in blood now, he was hanging on the verge of collapse, looking at Lin Lingqing below with a pair of loose eyes.

He watched Lin Lingqing turn into ashes inch by inch, watched the white fire on Lin Lingqing go out and ignite again, and watched the man even give up the last Yin Yuanying.

Perhaps, there is no more cruel torture in the world than being able to do nothing but watch.

Why……

He was trembling all over, his lips were constantly opening and closing, as if he wanted to murmur something, but he could only spit out breath that was not in syllables.

"Master...brother."

"Lin negative... Qing..."

Even if the elder brother is willing to accompany him to die, at least it shouldn't be like this... It's just torture in such a hopeless and hopeless situation.

The trembling five fingers twitched, trying to reach the burning white shadow, but fell powerlessly halfway.

Fang Zhiyuan's consciousness was already blurred, he shook his head angrily, "No... no..."

He wanted to say, senior brother, enough is enough, I beg you, don't come here for me anymore, don't work hard for me anymore.

However, a new thorn suddenly pierced through his body, he trembled unconsciously, half awake, he couldn't even finish his sentence.

……

"Fang Zhiyuan!"

Suddenly, the voice of the Demon Lord echoed clear and clear.

Like a flick of a bowstring, the long night is startled.

"The lord is right, you can come and see it." He didn't shy away from it, but raised his wrist proudly, "I have absorbed all the spiritual energy of the world of Yujie into my body, it is an act of madness."

As soon as this remark came out, Panyu and Yujie, the monks in both worlds were stunned.

No one can figure it out, what is Lin Lingqing trying to do.

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan opened his eyelids slightly with difficulty.

The field of vision shook violently, and the figure was reflected.

"Now I'm going to ask you—"

But listening to Lin Lingqing speaking calmly, there seemed to be a tacit understanding that only the two of them could understand.

There seems to be a moat between them, life and death.There is only something that is flowing, gently colliding between souls.

A chuckle.

Lin Lingqing smiled softly at this moment.

Although his face is no longer moving.

"Are you going to follow me into a demon, or go against me and become a fairy?"

Fang Zhiyuan looked at him fixedly.

For a long time, Fu Xing shook his head laboriously.

"I... don't become... demons..."

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, as if he wanted to laugh too, but in the end it turned into a sad arc.

He murmured hoarsely, "If you... become a demon for me, I will... become a fairy for you."

In this way, will we be able to pull each other, entangled to death... just like the harmony of yin and yang, the return of immortals and demons, and seek a completeness before the end?

It's like after a fog and rain in spring, we are all clean and walking in this world of fireworks.

It doesn't matter that Xu Yunzong of Taiqing Island is gone.

It doesn't matter that the old Shenmu who sat and drank together is gone.

Even if the world, the sun, the moon, and the three thousand Taoisms all perish, what does it matter?

Brother, you promised me.

After everything is over, let's get married and go back to seclusion.

It was getting dark little by little.Fang Zhiyuan's breath gradually weakened, and the luster in his eyes faded away.

He finally didn't even have the strength to rely on Huang Yang to support himself, so he slid down gently and fell on the ground.

Accompanied by bone-numbing tearing sounds.

More ice thorns pierced his body.