Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

The long night has not yet dawned, but the education world is already boiling.

But half a moment later, the people who came to help were not limited to the human race.The monsters from the sea tribe in the East Liuhai quickly followed Ao Yin, and Xiao Ao flew down into the clouds to meet the monster generals on behalf of the king brother.

Xun Mingsi left Xuyun and Suzhou, and held the qin on his lap in mid-air.For the sleeping Phoenix King, he temporarily held the power to control the birds and monsters in the Western Regions. At this moment, Feng listened to the strings of the qin and plucked the sound with Hong Yao's soul power.

King Qilin and the monster clan from Qilongling also arrived. Shentu Linchun and Wu Mi exchanged glances, and stood with the disciples of Senluo Stone Palace, urging their voices to cheer for the monsters.

And all the monks who escaped from Panyu and returned to Yujie didn't even care to take a breath, turned around and joined the crowd who conveyed the spiritual flow.

They are all desperate.

Many people couldn't stand such a high-intensity aura output, and began to bleed from their mouths and noses like Shen Xiaojiang, and felt dizzy, but they still refused to retreat.

too long.

People have been suppressed for too long.

In these days, how many people watched their relatives and friends die at the hands of Immortal Panyu, feeling ashamed; how many people's beliefs collapsed, they were displaced, and lingered on in humility, wondering if there would be a tomorrow.

At this moment, the anger and unyielding that had been suppressed for too long were completely ignited, and the sparks started a prairie fire, soaring straight into the sky.

It's like... It's like, as long as Lin Lingqing can bring Fang Zhiyuan back, it means that they have saved their relatives from death.

It was as if, as long as Lin Lingqing's sword could pierce the Lord, it was their will that pierced the inherent cage on the sky.

The sword of the Demon Lord pointing at the Lord is no longer just the sword of the Demon Lord himself, but the sword of Yujie Furnace pointed at Immortal Panyu.

During Panyu's long night, the radiance of the cursed star had reached its peak, overshadowing a pool of desolate moonlight.However, the light of the white flame on the Demon Lord rose steadily until it was even more dazzling than the starlight, reflecting most of the sky as bright as day.

All the immortals in Panyu did not dare to step forward, and the look of fear in the eyes of looking at the devil became deeper and deeper.

They couldn't believe that the coercive aura of such a dying person would now approach their lord—no, even stronger than their lord.

They even couldn't help but wonder, if such power falls on the Demon Lord in his heyday, how terrible the consequences will be?

It's a pity that today's Lin Lingqing has run out of fuel.Everyone looked at Lin Mojun, who was covered in blood and flesh, and no one knew how long he could last.

And the muscles on the Lord's cheeks twitched slightly, his eyes were full of cruelty and ferocity, and when he raised his hand, his fingers slowly clenched, "It's just a furnace, you're going to kill yourself..."

It was as if invisible filaments were stretched between his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, a thunderbolt fell out of thin air on the stone altar far below!

I saw the space distorted, as if a hole had been broken in the net of rules, and the intersection of the two worlds was suddenly opened, and the turbulent yin and yang energy poured into the Yu world from the zenith.

"No, the sky is cracked!"

"The spiritual flow is about to pour in..."

In a blink of an eye, thunder and fire roared from the sky, and demonic winds blew up everywhere.Some weak monks closed their eyes and waited to die with pale faces.This situation is exactly what the Lord said when he threatened Yujie!

If the rift is opened like this, and Pan Yu's rich spiritual energy riots, they will suffer the same backlash as Lin Lingqing today, or they will die violently or be burned by the fire.

In the sky above Yujie, Chen Zhidao cursed anxiously, and immediately stepped forward to block the incoming air current.

Unexpectedly, someone next to him stretched out his hand to stop him, "Zhi Dao, wait a minute."

Chen Zhidao was surprised: "Brother Yan!? Why..."

Yan Yu shook his head, and said calmly: "Look, you forgot one thing. Maybe Lord Panyu also forgot."

Chen Zhidao's heart moved, he calmed down and looked around carefully, but there was no sign of the spiritual energy going violent.Feeling again, I found that the concentration of spiritual energy in the surrounding world was almost the same as usual!

——No, it’s not that the concentration of aura hasn’t changed, but…

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right, Lin Lingqing is drawing out Yang Qi in the nurturing world, so...!"

Therefore, at this moment, the yang energy of the Panyu Realm poured into the Yu Realm, and it actually made up for the loss that was emptied by Lin Lingqing!

Several powerful people stared at their feet from a high altitude, and through the misty night, they saw that the nearby spiritual plants that had withered from the tip of their leaves due to the exhaustion of spiritual energy had regained their luxuriant vitality.The casual cultivators looked at each other, and none of them had any abnormalities!

Chen Zhidao exclaimed in a low voice: "Did he expect this to happen, and that's why he took away the aura of heaven and earth in Yujie?"

"Not necessarily. Maybe it's just a coincidence, maybe..." Ye Fu said, shaking his head and smiling, "Who knows what the devil is thinking."

The Sword God narrowed his eyes and sighed, "This man...is he betting with the world, or is he betting against the world?"

If it weren't for Yujie to be united, the Lord would not be forced to open up the two realms; and if the two realms are not connected, and there is no Panyu spiritual flow pouring in, even if Lin Lingqing crazily draws the aura of Yujie's heaven and earth, Yujie will definitely be consumed a lot.

But at this moment, it has long been unclear whether one person saves the world, or the whole world saves one person.Going back to half a day ago, who would have expected it?

On the side, Rukuev closed his eyes deeply, raised his head and sighed.

"Your Majesty... After all, it is Your Majesty."

……

In the distant sky of Panyu, Lin Lingqing lowered his head and smiled hoarsely.

"You..." There was a weak light in his golden eyes, and blood was dripping from the corners of his eyes, "It seems... that you are going to lose."

Consciousness has begun to haze, and both the spirit and the body have already broken through the limit, and even every extra breath is a torture that is worse than death for Lin Lingqing.But he can still smile.

The education community worked together to help him... The Demon Lord really didn't expect it.

It's just that he knows that if he makes such a big fuss and lets go of a hundred thousand cauldrons, it will be a matter of time before the two worlds are opened up by the anger of the Panyu people.

Lin Lingqing originally thought that if after his death, the two worlds were connected and Panyu descended, doing so would be the only way to protect Yujie.In this life, I can finally have the best of both worlds, and I can die for Zhiyuan, and I don't have to be that sinner who caused trouble to the world.

But he didn't dare to imagine that this crippled body could bear the thoughts of the Three Realms, and the flames and blazing lights have never been extinguished.

That being the case.

Lin Lingqing thought to himself, in this case...

An idea that had never been taken seriously before, revived from the ashes.

He really wanted...to go home alive with Zhiyuan.

The Lord was silent for a long time, until Lin Lingqing finally drew his sword, he was still silent.

Successive missteps, successive incomprehensions, seemed to be dragging this lofty and accustomed god down step by step from the altar.

"Forget it, forget it. Now I also really want to know..."

The lord sighed, raised his fists, and the killing intent was like a mountain, "Will I lose first, or you will die first."

……

The bright moon is in the sky, and the sky is as clear as washing.

When the last monk who was trapped in the Panyu Realm returned to the Yu Realm, the giant gate in the sky slowly closed.

Someone exclaimed, "Oops, the gate... the gate is about to be closed!!"

"But the two immortals still—"

Fang Zhiyuan was finally the only one left on that lonely island full of shadows.

Not far away, thousands of Panyu immortals are still surrounding this place, like vultures hovering over dying things, waiting to peck at the corpses.

They watched the white flame and the lord collide fiercely as afterimages again and again, silently, waiting for the lamp to dry up.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't even hesitate for a moment, he staggered back, panting and drew the Huangyang long knife.

The tip of the knife is carried away by thousands of silver lights, like a river hanging upside down, it slams on the barrier!

Fang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth.He had already been seriously injured to the point of dying, even if he was protected by yang energy halfway, it was nothing more than pulling him back from the moment of death.

At this moment, forcefully urged, he vomited blood immediately, and the wounds in the heart cavity, chest, and abdomen burst again, and the appearance was horrible!

Not only that, but the yin energy that had finally settled down a little in the body began to agitate again.The pain in the meridian is like a scraping with an ice skate, and a sharp stab with a cold needle.

But he didn't care, he just stared at the red eyes almost paranoidly, and slashed at the same place again and again, until ice crystals were condensed on the blade of Huangyang by Yin Qi, and the ice crystals were crushed again.

The barrier cannot be broken.What is gradually broken is the calmness and hardness that has been struggling to maintain on the surface.

From dawn to dusk, to now dark night.He just watched Lin Lingqing approaching him step by step covered in blood, and finally stood in front of him.

But he couldn't even get out of a barrier.

……

The giant formation of Tianmen is getting smaller and smaller.

In the education world, some people gradually covered their faces in despair and wept.

"I'm afraid the Demon Lord...has..."

"Fang Xianjun—at least one of them can come back!"

"He won't."

In front of the gate, Yu Hongtang's eyes were dull, and she whispered to herself, "He will never leave Brother Qing'er alone...they are all the same."

She had already exhausted her strength, and could only stare blankly at the gap in the giant door getting smaller and smaller——

until they snap together.

It turned into thousands of broken runes and scattered in the night.

"Do not……"

At this moment, countless people uttered blank bytes in unison.

The door to home dissipated, leaving the two who opened it in Purgatory beyond.

There was no sound from all directions.

Just now the common people lighted the lamps, but now they are like falling into an ice cave.

There are also people who look at the chaotic sky in panic with the last hope that they know is impossible.

Perhaps Lin Lingqing could really defeat the Lord?Maybe, Fang Zhiyuan can also break through that indestructible barrier?

Perhaps, the two of them can escape from the siege of thousands of Panyu people who are staring at them all around, and they will return hand in hand like a couple of gods and immortals?

Unreal like a dream.

but.

Lin Lingqing was seriously injured.

At a certain moment, the broken finger finally loosened powerlessly, and the snow-white long sword fell in the wind.

Tunan wasn't broken, but his master didn't have the strength to pick it up anymore.

Then the arm of the lord came through the air, and with a crackling sound, it went straight through Lin Lingqing's chest cavity!

The frail and ruined body twitched weakly.

Lin Lingqing's slack eyes seemed to be struggling with the last bit of will, but his limbs became limp little by little.

The eyelids finally drooped heavily, the Demon Lord's pale neck was folded back, his lips trembled weakly and slightly parted, his blood-clogged hair quickly covered his cheeks, he looked like a dying butterfly.

"Lin Lingqing...Senior brother...cough!!"

Inside the barrier of the isolated island, Fang Zhiyuan swayed violently, and finally fell to his knees unbearably.

His face was ashen ashes, and the blood that spewed out of his mouth one after another was sprinkled on the Huangyang knife, and there were fine cracks on the magic knife from the handle to the blade, spreading, spreading——

That fiery, strong, and indestructible Huangyang Knife, which had been known as the first immortal for a hundred years in the previous life, just shattered in the painful and trembling hands of its master!

Sweet dreams are awakened by blood.

The Lord laughed wildly.Smiling and laughing, blood froth gushed from the corners of his lips, and his face turned pale, but he still smiled.

This is the laugh that declares victory.

He pinched the flesh and blood in the Demon Lord's chest with five fingers, and raised his arms a little higher. It was the hunter showing his prey.

Fang Zhiyuan threw down his broken knife and punched the barrier.There was a sound of shattering the bones in his hand, so he switched to another punch and hit it again.

There was a muffled sound.Sparks splashed all over the barrier, and finally a few tiny cracks opened, but it didn't help at all.

Lin Lingqing fell limply on the Lord's arm, and his already inhuman figure was lifted up.

Under the crimson starlight of the evil star, the demon king's snow robe was covered in blood, his life and death were unknown, his long hair and chin were also dripping with blood, forming a tragic and bleak shadow.

The other hand of the lord held it in vain, and the runes shattered into pieces.

He cut off the connection between the Demon Lord and the Yujie.

Since then, those rich spiritual currents can no longer be sent.

Only when the white flame on Lin Lingqing's body is completely extinguished is the time when the demon king will die.

... It's strange that at this point, the expression on Lin Lingqing's face is still not very painful.The long eyelashes were drawn down, as if she was just too tired.

His raised figure was bathed in blood and starlight, burned in pure Liaolian snow flames, and covered with a layer of darkness that was so thick that it could not be melted away.

In the end, it hovered and was reflected in Fang Zhiyuan's eyes.

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan sat on his knees in the dust, panting and coughing, but the corners of his eyes were wet with rage.Surrounded by Huangyang's remains, each piece shone with light, and each piece seemed to reflect Lin Lingqing's figure.

The blood-stained fingers raised and lowered, drawing red marks on the barrier, Lin Lingqing's figure seemed to be between his fingers.

Why……

It seems so close, but I can't touch it! !

thump... thump...

The heartbeat is stretched very long.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, severe pain broke out.

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly became dizzy, followed by a splitting headache.But at this time, the instinctive connection with the evil star in the sky began to torment him again.

...In the past, Lin Lingqing fell into the devil, lost his sanity and abandoned the whole world, and he dared to take him away and seek a way for him to open the way of the devil; Embrace him and flee, warm him and love him.

But now he still wants to hug him and save him.

If you want to protect him and warm him, you can't do it...

The huge sense of powerlessness that he had never experienced in two lifetimes seemed to tear him in half.

Right in front of Fang Zhiyuan's wide-open eyes, the Lord's other hand patted Lin Lingqing's temple.

"Brother..."

No.

Brother, don't die before me.

……

...

Suddenly, without any warning.

A pitch-black cold light pierced out soundlessly.

The Lord's eyes suddenly widened.Looking at the sword light slashing in front of him, he only had time to have an incredible thought emerge in his heart.

Where did the sword come from?

Lin Lingqing's sword was shattered, and Tunan fell into the sky, where would he have a sword?

Where did the sword come from?

With Master Pan Yu's cultivation, if the Demon King summoned an immortal artifact, no matter where it was summoned from, how could he not notice it at all?

Where did the sword come from?

This sword, this sword is as black as a long night, but it also contains a touch of bright red that touches people's hearts and souls. How could it appear before the face of the Lord so quickly?

The sky is shining, thousands of moments are quiet at this moment.

That smear of black sword light pierced the brow between the Lord's eyes.

First cut a layer of skin, and then cut the flesh, causing it to spurt blood and roll to both sides, and then hit the bone, which was also chopped to pieces——

This is the lore sword that puts all its strength and bets on the success or failure of all life and death.It's so strong, it's so fast.

The lord's throat vibrated, his face twitched ferociously, and he let out a shrill cry.

When the palm holding the demon lord was frantically thrown away, he saw the snow-white hair stretched out, and the golden eye hidden underneath slowly lifted away, and the sharp wind in the depths was stirring, and the murderous intent remained undiminished.

Under the light of the crimson star, Pan Yuxian could see clearly all around, and shuddered for a moment——

That pitch-black sword light clearly pierced through the devil's heart with blood dripping every inch of it! !

Lin Lingqing... This person did not hesitate to go so far in order to stab this lore sword.

It's okay to abandon Tunan first, and then be captured through the chest by the lord.

But how calm and wise, how resolute and resolute must be, to think of using one's own chest as a cover to summon the fairy sword itself, and would rather pierce two people with one sword, and die together! ?

However, even if it is so shocking, there is still one thing that I can't figure out——

Where did the devil get the sword?

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two days ago.

"The star of misfortune comes on every hundred years, and it is at its peak after eighteen hours, which indicates the extreme decline of yin and yang. If Panyu people want to refine the furnace, it must be at that time."

Two days ago, Lin Lingqing was still sitting in Yin Changxin's cave.Master's words hit him, and he was hoarse for a moment, hesitating what to say, he just felt that the time of farewell came too fast, and he was a little caught off guard.

Yin Changxin was indifferent: "Are you afraid that you are going to go crazy and fight again?"

Lin Lingqing hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Also...you can't say for sure, maybe you don't need it."

At that time, he felt that he was probably going to die when he started fighting for the education world.

Unexpectedly, Yin Changxin shook his head and said: "What if you want to fight? The fairy weapon in your hand is still not powerful enough."

Lin Lingqing didn't realize what kind of determination was hidden in the "what if" in Master's words at that time, but thought it was good, it seemed that he should really think about "what if".

He tilted his head and asked, "What did Master say?"

Yin Changxin pointed to the thing leaning against his back, which was a large refining furnace, "Choose a sword you like, the most convenient one, and throw it into the furnace for reforging. Well, the fairy gold treasure here is the god stone." , Wipe off the dust and use it.”

Lin Lingqing blinked her eyes in surprise and turned her head, and heard her master whispering in her ear: "Which sword do you choose? The five-foot Qingming soul wood's power has almost dissipated, so it's better not to choose it. Yuyue is powerful, and Tunan and You have been with them for a long time, just choose one of these two handles."

"Master."

Lin Lingqing didn't look back, his eyes brightened slightly, and he whispered softly, "Qing'er has a new sword that I want to forge."

Yin Changxin raised his eyebrows: "New sword?"

Lin Lingqing tapped the Qiankun bag, and a celestial artifact fell on his lap.

He sighed: "I thought I wouldn't need it to accompany me in this life..."

Yin Changxin frowned and stared at him: "How did you steal Xing Xing's knife?"

Lin Lingqing shook his head, raised his lips confidently and said: "It's not Zhiyuan's, it's mine. It was mine in the previous life."

He lowered his palm, gently stroking the dark black knife.

His eyes are like water, and the past is floating in the water.

That year, that year, that year was too long ago.

Back then, he and Fang Zhiyuan were divided into two paths.

That day was as snowy as snow, in order to send the little misfortune star into the magnanimous immortal way, he forced Fang Zhiyuan to stab his chest with a knife.

The calamity tooth was embedded in the sternum, and he fell down the cliff in the snow and fog, and fell into the abyss, with no way back.

Later, he built the Snow Bone City in Yinyuan, and put on a graceful robe and became a demon king.

Calamity Tooth stayed by his side all the time.

I heard that on the evening when Fang Zhiyuan entered the Jingui Palace, when the sun was setting and the clouds were flowing and everything was quiet, Lin Lingqing forged a sword.

He threw the calamity tooth knife into the refining furnace, then gouged out his chest and took the essence and blood of his own heart. With the help of countless high-level fairy things, he spent eighteen days and nights refining this natal fairy sword.

The fairy sword was twisted in the pitch black with a hint of blood, beautiful and arrogant when sheathed, and extremely domineering and crazy when unsheathed.The Demon Lord gave the sword a name, and carefully stabbed three characters with Yin Qi.

Those three words will follow Lin Lingqing for hundreds of years in the future.

——Si, Jun, worry.

Lin Lingqing thought to herself, maybe there really is some kind of fate in the dark.

The Lotus Bone Demon Lord has lived in the Snow Bone City of Honglianyuan for hundreds of years, lonely and cold beside his pillow.Occasionally, when he couldn't sleep because of longing, he would put on his clothes and sit up, caressing this handle of Sijun sorrow to the moon, looking at the bright lights and red lotuses in the distance, chatting for comfort.

Thinking of the black-clothed boy who habitually held a knife back then, thinking of the deep and bullying eyebrows, and the cold and piercing eyes.

Think of that low and sweet voice, that tight thin lips, and occasionally reddish earlobes when being teased.

Think of that person casually, Senior Brother.

Thinking about it like this, at some point, the Demon Lord would curl his lips and laugh silently.Si Junchou was also hugged lovingly in his arms, and pressed to the side of his face with great care.

Just like this, he hugged Sijunchou, hugged a cold sword, missed the figure in his heart, and passed through a hundred years.

Later, Snow Bone City was destroyed, and Sijun's worries were shattered.

But Fang Zhiyuan came to save him, hugged him into his arms, protected him and warmed him, and pained him.

Later, they finally got to join hands in this life and have a bond of affection.

This is a blessing that was unimaginable in previous lives.

Thinking about you, thinking about you--

It was a sword that protected Zhiyuan for him.

But at this time, perhaps because Fang Zhiyuan was finally exhausted and seriously injured, he could no longer hug him or protect him.

So the next moment.

Si Junchou's sword tip pierced the head of the Lord.