Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

That line of blood dripped from the eyebrows that were pierced by the long sword, and flowed over the bridge of the nose and lips.

The lord still maintained a stunned expression.Time seemed to be elongated, his body slowly leaned back, fell downwards, and was swallowed by the night and strong wind into an invisible dot in a blink of an eye.

In the end, only the Demon Lord was left standing on the void.

The sorrow of Sijun in front of my eyes turned into countless swaying double images.

After exhausting all the lore swords, Lin Lingqing only felt that all five senses suddenly drifted away, and he couldn't even feel the pain. The whole person was in a daze, as if he was about to fly limply to the clouds.

A sadness welled up in the Demon King's heart.

It was only because he felt that the fire of his life had reached its end.

...Have not been able to hug his little trouble star, have not been able to hold that person's hand and say a few words, have not been able to see how seriously that person is hurt.

Lin Lingqing thought sadly, and suddenly longed to hold the falling Sijunchou, but the outstretched right hand began to collapse from the fingertips to ashes, and disappeared with the wind.

In his field of vision, the sky and the earth hang upside down, and he saw his long hair spread before his eyes, covering the bright red sky, and when it spread out, only a deep abyss remained in his eyes.

So the devil knew that he was falling, and the next moment he would fly from the sky to the ground.

This crippled body has been out of order for a long time, and it is a miracle that he can persist until now, and now he is powerless.

Thieves God is still not favored ah.

Lin Lingqing wanted to smile bitterly, he squeezed everything he had to the point of exhaustion, taking the life of his master, and even the common people in Yujie to help him.Rescued one hundred thousand monks, beheaded Master Pan Yu with his sword, but couldn't touch a single Fang Zhiyuan.

It was like this in his two lifetimes, the one he wanted the most at first was always the hardest thing to get.

If I die in front of Zhiyuan...

That's all.Lin Lingqing closed his eyelids, exhaled lightly, and thought to himself.

In the previous life, Zhiyuan took the first step, but in this life, he has to return it to be called consummation.

So be it.

And when they are fulfilled.

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Lin Lingqing's body fell from a high altitude.

The thousands of Panyu immortals on all sides had been waiting for their opportunity for a long time, and now seeing that the demon king was about to die, they all moved in an instant.

The dense figures rushed forward, covering the sky from a distance, charging into the sky with evil spirits, and finally turned into a huge white vortex, like a giant gnawing beast opening its bloody mouth in the dark night, tearing Lin Lingqing into tiny A powerless figure is entangled in it.

Fang Zhiyuan did not move.

The suspended stone island lost the support of the lord's magic power, and it fell down sharply as early as the moment before.He maintained the posture of kneeling and sitting in front of the barrier, his expression was a strange emptiness.

In his consciousness, the world had stopped at that moment——

Under the red light of the stars, the moment when Lin Lingqing's dying body was lifted up into a thin afterimage.

In the next instant, he couldn't breathe suddenly, and the suffocation squeezed his whole lungs.The heart contracted sharply in the sudden burst of pain, and the tinnitus and dizziness instantly dissipated his sanity.

The blood-red starlight filled his eyes, Fang Zhiyuan vaguely felt that his consciousness had begun to go haywire.

For a few moments, he seemed to be the star itself.

It was an icy dead thing, hovering in the dark universe forever.But when the starlight fell, Lin Lingqing was shrouded in his own light and in his arms.

hug him.

The five senses quickly receded, emotions drowned and disappeared, and memories shattered into ashes.There is only one thought left in the white consciousness.

He wants to hug him.

he wants……

The soul began to flash at a speed unimaginable by the living body.A moment ago, there was still a barrier and starlight in front of him, and he saw Sijunchou piercing Lin Lingqing's chest; but the next moment, he was overlooking the slipping figure of the Lord from the sea, and the chill from all directions enveloped him gently. , pushing him to sink even deeper.

Suddenly, there was a sense of crisis in his instincts and he began to shout wildly. Fang Zhiyuan realized that he was pushing himself step by step towards the edge of a bottomless cliff.

As long as one foot is in the air, something is destined to be lost forever.

it... wants to...

The viscera was beating almost to explode, and the heart was on the verge of breaking.He understands that he can't go on like this anymore, he must wake up from this chaotic state immediately, otherwise——

But he saw Lin Lingqing suddenly collapsed in a daze, his pale complexion and closed eyes reflected in the starlight, and thousands of Pan Yuxian rushed towards him.

——So the sliver of sanity that I struggled with was broken like this.Before thinking, Fang Zhiyuan stretched out his hand like crazy.

For some reason, he suddenly couldn't feel his arms anymore, but he still stretched out his "hands" regardless.

The "body" was screaming in pain, and the fine lines cracked and burst from the forced stretch.There seems to be a voice coming from the prehistoric, questioning whether it is really willing to go to self-destruction.

But it was too late, Fang Zhiyuan's consciousness was completely swallowed by frenzy, and he even lost the consciousness to judge whether he was willing or not.

It just wants to hug Lin Lingqing, that's all.

No matter what happens to this body.

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When the consciousness wandered between life and death, half-conscious Lin Lingqing saw a phantom.

Too many grotesque scenes rushed past him, and he saw the waves and thunder and lightning rushing to his face.The scorching sun falls in the west, and the moon rises in the ice lake.

In the end, he saw the eternally silent and endlessly cold vast expanse of pitch-black Eternal Sea.

His A Yuan sank in the sea of ​​Zhou.It turned out to be the appearance of the black-clothed boy when we first met, with pale eyebrows and eyes drooping in the water, looking shattered at the touch of a touch, as if any filthy and dark things could peck away a breath of life from him.

In a daze, he wanted to carry the child out of the deep sea like he did back then, carry him under the clear moon, and put his white fur robe on him.

But the boy suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were dull and cold as a blade.

"Brother, you promised me."

"You agreed, you want to become a fairy and kill a star for me."

Lin Lingqing was struck by lightning: "I..."

His vainly outstretched fingers moved in vain, but he didn't know how to respond.The scene in front of him suddenly turned around, and the world changed again.

Fang Zhiyuan held the long sword of disaster teeth with his arms crossed, and stood alone under the old sacred tree on the main peak of Xuyun.

The pale red light of the stars flickered on the tips of his eyelashes, and the corner of the young man's lips curled up in a self-deprecating cold arc: "You lied to me again."

A sense of emptiness was born in his heart, and Lin Lingqing suddenly became at a loss.His consciousness wanted to rush over to snatch the sharp blade from the young man's hand, hug the little misfortune into his arms to comfort him, but the consciousness in the phantom was nothing but a mirror image, and he couldn't move even a step.

But seeing Fang Zhiyuan sneaking a glance at him, he bit his lower lip lightly, and quickly turned his face away to hide it.

His eyes flickered, he stared dully at the nearby treetops, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, senior brother, I don't blame you."

...Even such little habitual movements are like the old days, when they were so young, awkward, ignorant and unaware of love.

Fang Zhiyuan held the scabbard with his left hand, and pulled out the calamity tooth with his right hand little by little.The moonlight above his head is like a dream, unable to see through the tip of the black ink knife.

He fixedly looked at his knife, "I don't blame you..."

"Zhiyuan!" Lin Lingqing cried out, "What are you doing, put down the knife! You...you listen to me, I..."

However, Fang Zhiyuan suddenly closed his eyes, the corners of his tightly pursed lips were still curved, and tears were silently falling down his cheeks.

Lin Lingqing gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Zhiyuan!"

"Brother, look at me."

Fu Xing raised the knife in his hand, he seemed to have made up his mind, opened his eyes again, and smiled lightly.

The eyes covered with mist are still so sharp, lonely, cold and fearless, like the light of a knife, "I will kill a star for you."

Lin Lingqing's heart trembled, "No—"

The hand raised the knife and fell, the tip of the knife pierced the heart.

In an instant, the blood was dripping, like flames splashing, like the sunset glow deceiving the sky, like the fiery red light rolling over the blade of a bright sun.

The cursed star split his body apart with his own hands, but he raised his head happily and laughed out loud.

The splattered red blood turned into stars as soon as it left the body, and every inch of the young man's body was burning with wanton light.

- Crack! ! !

With a crisp sound, a huge crack burst out from the phantom.

Lin Lingqing's eyes trembled, and his consciousness returned for a moment.In his already slack vision, he dimly saw the red star burst and the sky fall into flames.

Streams of crimson fire pierced the sky, illuminated the long night in Panyu's fairyland, and dragged their long tail flames towards the four fields.

The outlines of lonely mountains and vast seas, abysses and rifts are all outlined.Whenever a fragment of a star falls with thick smoke, there will be a sea of ​​explosions and splashing flames.

The ten-thousand-year-old iron-skinned trees that had survived since ancient times were uprooted, and the cliffs of the mountains rumbled and fell down after breaking.Thousands of feet of water column rose from the dead sea, and a thick white mist instantly evaporated due to the high temperature...

The long night is still young, and it seems that the three worlds are rushing to a tragic end.

"Bane Star!!" Immortal Pan Yu's hoarse fear rang through the eardrums, "The Blessed Star is broken——"

Yu Yin was swallowed by the strong wind beside him, Lin Lingqing's eyelids dropped heavily, and he fell into a coma again.

In the end, he vaguely saw the dark land approaching rapidly, and the jagged peaks were already in sight.However, a cool and cool air swept in like a breeze, gently supporting his falling body...

The unconscious Demon Lord did not fall to his death after all, nor was he killed by the attacking Panyu immortals into blood foam.

Lin Lingqing's body suddenly exploded with countless icy black thorns, wrapped in a mighty dark current.The Panyu people screamed and ran away, but dozens of people were still pierced by the thorns and died at the time.

Those who survived by luck did not dare to stay here for a long time, and the fairies with golden eyes and white shirts disappeared into the caves of different spaces.There were only corpses hanging on the icicles, and the flowing blood was redder by the fiery meteor above the head.

Only Lin Lingqing was wrapped in Yin Qi and slowly slowed down his descent.It seemed that someone was afraid of adding even the slightest damage to this severely injured body.

Before it touched the ground, Yin Qi from all directions surged gently, and closed tightly, wrapping the Demon King in the center one by one like black petals, protecting it tightly.

There was a roar in the distance, and it was the stone island in the air that fell to the ground, and the smoke and dust filled the air.Another meteor fell and bombarded the barrier, so the barrier shattered.

Before the flying dust fell, Fang Zhiyuan walked out slowly stepping on the scorched earth under his feet.

His complexion was as pale as a dead man's, his brows and eyes were no longer quiet and hard, but instead he was in a trance and confused, as if immersed in a whole new world.

He raised his legs to walk, but walked stiffly and slowly.It seems that in the blink of an eye, manipulating this body has become an extremely difficult thing.

The flames flickered twice at the corners of his eyebrows.Fang Zhiyuan raised his head, staring at the fragments of stars that were still falling from the sky.He knew it was him, he... he blew himself up.

Fu Xing raised his hand again, and the Yin Qi from thousands of miles away suddenly rushed in, and the ice crystals quickly condensed into a black lotus at his fingertips.

Yin Qi...

nice...

Something seemed to have changed in his soul, and Fang Zhiyuan had a strange intuition—he knew that he could control all the yin energy in the world at this moment, and he would never be backlashed at all.

No, this should not be called a mutation.Instead, it should be a recovery, a return to the true nature, and an awakening after sleeping for more than two centuries.

As Gu Wenxiang said, his body, at the very beginning...was just a dead baby with dystocia.

Then he, Fang Zhiyuan, has never been "should not have survived", but "should not have lived".

He is a curse star, a strange soul born from Yin Qi, and it is a real mutation and miracle to have self-awareness as a human being in the education world.

And his soul...

"Ah……"

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly covered his face, and laughed miserably, "Heh, hahahaha..."

He took a staggered step and fell to the ground.His shoulders shrugged, his spine was bent and trembling, and he was still laughing almost desperately.

He sensed the ghost of the evil star that he had fully awakened at this moment, a white light flashed through his mind, and he suddenly understood why his master wanted to kill him back then.

Yes, if it's what he thinks, with this method...you can keep Yujie.

However, for the sake of the little senior brother at that time, the master couldn't do anything.

Fang Zhiyuan barely got up, he was shivering from the cold, his teeth chattered constantly, and his pupils gradually dilated.

His vision was shaking violently, sometimes clear and sometimes blind, the black crystal ice lotus flower wrapped in Lin Lingqing was growing at the end of the scorched earth as if far away.

He walked towards the black lotus with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

Immortal Panyu had already escaped completely, and a solitary shadow was dragged across the vast land.

Before reaching five steps, Fang Zhiyuan fell down again.

It's all wrong...

As he fell on the ground in a daze, he thought.

is wrong.It was wrong for Lin Lingqing to save him, it was wrong for Xinyue, it was wrong for Master not to kill him...

The black ice lotus slowly opened its petals under his thoughts, and the demon king with all his limbs was lying quietly in the lotus stamens.

Yin Qi gently extinguished the unburned white fire of Yang Qi on his body, Lin Lingqing closed his eyes tiredly, like a handful of burnt ashes.

In the end, Fang Zhiyuan, who could no longer stand up, dragged his body and crawled over.

He thought: at least, let him hug him one last time.

Fang Zhiyuan stretched out his arms, and carefully lifted Lin Lingqing, who was dying, from the center of Yinqi Binghua, and hugged him into his arms.

The Demon Lord couldn't wake up, and let him play around like a cloth man.Fang Zhiyuan knelt on the ground, let his brother's head hang on his chest, and mobilized the surrounding Yin current to slowly inject into the demon king's body.

He closed his eyes, kissed Lin Ling's withered white hair almost reverently, and choked hoarsely, "Master... brother..."

Finally, finally able to hug.

A drop of tear fell on Lin Lingqing's pale face and slid down.

Only one drop.Fang Zhiyuan's wet eyelashes trembled, but he couldn't shed any more tears.

Lin Lingqing actually moved.

He couldn't open his eyes, but struggled to rub against Fang Zhiyuan's arms by feeling.Gently humming, very weak and soft.

Fang Zhiyuan panicked suddenly, and hurriedly hugged the person in his arms again, speaking incoherently, "Brother...don't move! It hurts, you can't move..."

Lin Lingqing obviously heard it, and there was a faint smile of satisfaction on the corner of his lips.

He whispered out with breath, "Zhi, Yuan..."

—he didn't even know what happened.It's just that Heaven's Destiny took pity on him for once, and was able to reward him with a moment of peace before he died, and he could snuggle up in the arms of his little misfortune star.

But he clearly snuggled into it, but he didn't feel the comforting temperature, and he didn't hear the heavy heartbeat.

He did not feel the breath of the living.

"...?"

Lin Lingqing felt uneasy, he opened his eyes tremblingly.The meteor shower in the sky has only tail flames, and the night is still dark, and the darkness returns.

Sure enough, Fang Zhiyuan was holding him in front of him, and when he opened his eyes, he smiled pleasantly.

He smiled so vividly, but his complexion was pale and gray, and his pupils were completely dilated, showing no life.

"Know... know Yuan...?"

Lin Lingqing began to tremble uncontrollably, he shrank into a ball, and pressed his face against Fang Zhiyuan's heart in panic, "Zhiyuan?...No, this...how could this be..."

Why...why is he so cold?How can there be no breathing and heartbeat, why can't the spiritual flow of the heart pulse be sensed! ?

This... This is clearly already a, dead——

Fang Zhiyuan looked a little helpless, he still smiled, and struggled to free one arm, and gently brushed Lin Lingqing's hair with his fingers.

This was supposed to be a stroking, but he didn't dare to use force because he was afraid of hurting him, "I'm here, senior brother, am I not here?"

Lin Lingqing looked at him blankly, "Why... why..."

He was really scared, terribly scared.He wanted to hold on to Fang Zhiyuan's hand tightly, like a drowning man who was kicked into the river and wanted to grab some driftwood desperately.

But the Demon Lord lost his hands and couldn't even grasp them.In desperation, he simply opened his mouth, and Lin Lingqing bit Fang Zhiyuan's finger that was close at hand.

"You... well, that's all." Fang Zhiyuan shook his head.He didn't dare to force indiscriminately, so he could only follow Lin Lingqing's finger in his mouth in a panic.

Those teeth kept shaking weakly, and the bite made him numb, itchy and sore, almost piercing his heart.

"Brother...are you angry?"

Fang Zhiyuan said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... I'm late."

"Is it cold on my body? Don't be afraid, there is a fire. I lit a fire for you."

Fang Zhiyuan said in a low voice, carefully picked up Lin Lingqing with one hand, and put him on the scorched ground, "Tsk, can you let go of me first?"

Lin Lingqing loosened his teeth in a daze, the place where he lay seemed to have been scorched by flames, and it was just warm now.

Fang Zhiyuan gently put his hand on Lin Lingqing's forehead, pointed at the dissipating meteor tail flame with the other hand, and said:

"Look at the sky, the star of disaster is me. I set fire to you, senior brother. Did I warm you up?"

Lin Lingqing's heart was pierced by a knife, and he sobbed and cried.After a while, he nodded slightly.

Under Pan Yu's sky, there were only two people left.

a dead person.

A dying man.

The dying man was lying down, and the dead man was sitting beside him, talking with a smile and pointing to the stars.

Lin Lingqing vaguely felt that everything was unreal, yet vaguely familiar.He quickly remembered that it was similar to the last escape route in his previous life.

The darkness is long, and the night is still young.

The Milky Way Xingxuan above the head is still vast for hundreds of millions of years.The bonfire around me was glowing red, and the firewood was crackling, and the flames would reflect two embracing and overlapping shadows, dragging on for a long time.

He was dizzy from the backlash of Yin Qi, Fang Zhiyuan would always hug him from behind and whisper in his ear.His breath brushed against his earlobe, itching.

Brother, don't be afraid.

Look at me, I'm warming you up.

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At some point, Lin Lingqing's consciousness began to blur again.The beating of the heart pulse became slower and slower, one beat, and then after a long time.

His body twitched a few times, and a stream of sweet and fishy heat gushed out from the corner of his lips.He didn't have the strength to cough it out, so he could only let it flow slowly.

On the contrary, Fang Zhiyuan quickly helped him to turn his head sideways, fearing that he would choke on the blood he spit out.After the bleeding stopped, he raised his hand to wipe him clean again.

Lin Lingqing understood in a daze.

He... is about to...

"Don't sleep, senior brother." Fang Zhiyuan seemed to have noticed something, and there was pain between his brows.

He stroked Lin Lingqing's cheek, and said with difficulty, "Don't go so fast, can you stay with me again...I beg you this time, stay with me for a while longer, will you be okay..."

In fact, he has been trying to maintain Lin Lingqing's vitality with Yin Qi, but almost all the meridians in his body were burned, his internal organs were ruptured, and his vitality was scattered.

The yin and yang qi poured into it can't stay at all, and even the soul is on the verge of collapse, it is impossible to protect it.Anyone can see that this is already beyond recovery.

"...back to..."

Lin Lingqing pressed his cheek against Zhiyuan's palm, and the man froze again immediately, and his lips, which were allowed to open and close slightly, rubbed weakly against the palm of his hand.

The demon king closed his eyes, tears dripped from the corners of his eyes that could no longer be lifted up, his voice was weak and breathless, "I want...to go back..."

Fang Zhiyuan understood.He leaned down sideways, bowed his neck and bowed his head, and kissed away the teardrops from the corners of Lin Lingqing's eyes, "That's fine...then senior brother, let's go home."