Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Lin Lingqing was obediently dragged back by Fang Zhiyuan.The surrounding white light gradually went out.

As Lin Buren's soul power was disconnected, the catastrophic scene on Panyu's side faded away.It was like waking up from a big dream.In front of me is just a small Lengshi cave, with four ever-burning lamps.

Yuan Ziyi and Xuanyuan Yi were so shocked by such a shock that their jaws would drop.

The two of them stared blankly at the head that rolled on the ground, and tremblingly raised their eyes to look at Fang Zhiyuan, "Zun, Zunshou... Zunshou, you..." Pointing to Lin Buren's headless body, he stammered :"He He!?"

Fang Zhiyuan held a knife in his hand, slowly pushed Lin Lingqing behind him, and said coldly: "Why, now we know that the Panyu people and the Yujie come from the same origin, and we also know that this formation is formed by the accumulation of dead souls from the Yujie for a hundred years , once activated, there is really no dregs left..."

"If you don't kill Lin Buren at this moment, do you really want thousands of innocent souls buried in your hometown?"

After hearing what Huangyang Xianshou said, those two people gradually came to their senses, and their eyes met each other, and they couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat, "Respect the head... respect the head with righteousness."

But Fang Zhiyuan was motionless, staring at Lin Buren whose body and head were separated, showing no sign of letting down his vigilance.

But Lin Lingqing felt Fang Zhiyuan's tension just now when he was held in his arms, and was taken aback.

He knew that Zhiyuan was born with an extremely yin evil spirit, and he had also cultivated a divine soul in the sea, so his strength was already unfathomable.He was even sure that even Lord Pan Yu was in front of him now, and he might not be the opponent of Little Misfortune Star.

Just now Zhiyuan was caught by surprise, relying on Lin Buren's weak imperial formation to strike down decisively, Mojun already regarded it as a sure-fire victory in his heart.Unexpectedly, Zhiyuan was on guard so far, so he looked again.

But seeing Lin Buren's eyeballs rolling under the tip of Huangyang's knife, the head dissipated halfway, and the trend of disintegration stopped!

"Honorable Head!"

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Fang Zhiyuan cursed secretly, and immediately went up to make another cut.

Unexpectedly, the head opened its mouth and said, "Wait a minute."

How could Fang Zhiyuan be slow, his killing intent didn't even waver.On the contrary, Lin Lingqing hastily handed out a sword, and pushed the tip of Huangyang's knife away, and said, dumbfounded: "Wait, wait, listen to him!"

Fang Zhiyuan said angrily: "It's in the way, you go behind!"

Lin Lingqing: "You have beheaded our good ancestors. Don't you let them finish their last words? Or can't you see that this spirit is not hostile now?"

Fang Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows suddenly, and saw that Lin Buren's half-collapsed head slowly floated up, fitting together with the half-collapsed body.

It's very strange, just like what the Demon Lord said, this insane Taoist Venerable was clearly slashed in the head by the "child" he raised, but at this moment, he didn't have much anger and killing intent.

"Why..."

There was a strange light in his eyes.That look is like an old man who has been digging in a cave for a hundred years, and in his dying years, he found the treasure mine that he had been pursuing in his dream all his life.

Lin Buren staggered towards them.The mutilated head matched with the mutilated body, and the soul has no blood stains. Apart from being frightening, it also gave birth to a sense of humor.

"how so……?"

He didn't care how many people had different expressions and fiery eyes, and he just asked, "Don't you hate Panyu? Don't you worry about future troubles!?"

"That doesn't bother Master." Fang Zhiyuan's lips curled into a surly arc, and he said coldly, "What will happen to our generation in the future is our business. Only Panyu's shabby Three Realms whose mud can't support the wall can do it. Let the ancestors die without resting their eyes, and their ghosts will not rest in peace even if they think about it for a hundred years."

Lin Buren staggered up to Fang Zhiyuan, sizing him up from head to toe.

The latter pointed his blade obliquely to the ground, raised his head and eyebrows, and did not retreat half a step, "As for you."

Fang Zhiyuan said expressionlessly, "You'd better die."

This time it was Lin Lingqing who began to swell his courage, and his heartstrings were pulled tightly.The soul power has long been condensed in the palm of the hand, as long as Lin Buren moves slightly, the sword will be able to strike instantly.

Although Lin Buren was insane, he pinned his life's hopes on the new education world.Therefore, the demon king decided that this master should not do anything to kill him, but in the end it was Fang Zhiyuan standing there... How could he not be frightened?

In the silent confrontation, the time seems to be stretched for a long time, and the space is like a heavy lead mud.

"……I."

Finally, Lin Buren spoke hoarsely.

"I figured everything out."

Lin Buren took a step forward, with the faint candlelight behind him, casting his skinny shadow huge, covering the curse star.

He stared at Fang Zhiyuan, pointed at himself, and pointed hard: "You know, I have planned everything."

"..."

"I planned the birth of Yujie, I planned the battle between the two worlds, I planned the Yujie's cocoon to become a butterfly, and I planned the demise of the old Panyu!!"

Lin Buren stretched out his arms suddenly, and the fragments of his soul shone miserably, "I, I have planned a new Panyu to raise the world to become an immortal, with a bright future for thousands of years!"

Faced with such a moody lunatic, several people turned blue.But suddenly, Lin Buren's head drooped, his chest was constricted and his shoulders were also shaking, and he let out a strange evil laugh, "Hehehe...hehehe..."

Before he could react, the white-clothed Daoist suddenly raised his face, and burst into a burst of lunatic laughter, "Hehe...hehehahaha!! Ahhahahaha!!"

"—How is it enough!!"

Lin Buren grinned and spit out three words slowly.Under the disheveled long hair, in those protruding eyes, the madness almost burned through.

He hissed, his fingers curled up, his muscles and bones twitched, "But how can this be enough, a future that Lin Buren can plan, what kind of future is it—"

"..."

"A mere Panyu world that Lin Buren can see through at a glance, even if it is a new life, what's the point? What's the point!?"

Candles flickered under the ever-burning lamp.On the stone wall of the cave, the shadow of the Taoist priest danced wildly, like a god or a ghost.

And the four people from the education world were silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before Lin Buren gradually calmed down.With the help of the dim light, he stared straight at the cursed star, and murmured: "Okay...ok...you are so kind, this is really kind."

"It never occurred to me that after a hundred years of planning and painstaking efforts, I saw that the great cause was about to come true, but I was beheaded by the lucky star... One knife, hehehe..."

Lin Buren shook his head, and closed his eyes drunkenly.

He laughed again, and said to himself: "It turns out that 'unexpected' is so wonderful."

"It's me... I underestimated..."

He underestimated what he didn't say.Lin Lingqing vaguely felt that he might have wanted to say something like "Pan Yu's blood", but he swallowed it back in his stomach at the end.

Lin Buren's broken soul staggered out of the cave, and the cave collapsed with him.

Lin Lingqing and others followed him out, only to see that the moonlight outside was as cold as silver gauze falling from the nine heavens, and large snow-white reeds were still swaying in the wind.

The water of the Styx River in the distance is gentle against the shore, which is actually a peaceful scene.

Lin Buren was right in the middle of the moonlight and the reed, opened the hem of his gown, and sat down cross-legged.

The remaining half of the head nodded, opened and closed half of its lips, and said, "Since you want me to die..."

Lin Buren smiled, "Then I shall die."

Three points of madness, seven points of relief.

He closed his eyes, and his body began to slack again. With the moonlight above his head, the reeds under his body shattered into thousands of fields of white snow.Cleanly and grandly went.

Lin Lingqing lowered his brows and eyes, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and he didn't know if he should say a word of respect to the ancestor.

Lifting his eyes again, he was suddenly shocked to see that under Lin Buren's dissipated soul, there was still a whole group of dead souls hidden.

"This is……!"

Fang Zhiyuan's face changed, and he stepped forward with a palm move, and the dead soul was obediently scooped into his hands——

Then it went through, and awkwardly walked towards Lin Lingqing's direction.

"..."

"..."

Lin Lingqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted the dead soul, but the tip of his nose felt sour.

Fang Zhiyuan crossed his arms and sneered, "Tsk, you're so biased... You really deserve to be the soul of Master."

It was Yin Changxin's dead soul.

Why did Lin Buren protect Yin Changxin's dead soul in his own soul?

Is there still a trace of true affection for this apprentice who has been used by him all his life?

Or is it a pity that there will be no time to squeeze out the last bit of value from the apprentice in the future, and want to start a new use?

Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan exchanged a silent look. These old things have been buried in the withered years, and they will be completely buried with the annihilation of Lin Buren's soul... It will never be known.

Finally, all the surrounding scenes dissipated, leaving only the flowing Styx and the giant formation formed by the soul.

Xuanyuan Yi was stunned for a long time before returning to his senses, and asked: "My lord, can these souls be saved?"

Yuan Ziyi frowned and said: "It stands to reason that if the formation has not dissipated, the souls in it are not considered to be scattered. But Lin Buren condensed the souls in one place, and the souls of the dead have long... not been the same. How to save it?"

Fang Zhiyuan frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "This formation... Can this formation be pushed directly into the Styx River?"

Several people's eyes lit up.Lin Lingqing patted him on the shoulder, and said pleasantly: "It makes sense. Anyway, you are going to enter reincarnation, this is the best choice."

Fang Zhiyuan stepped forward, half knelt down in front of the formation, and put his palms against the formation.

Suddenly there was a flash of figures on the left and right, and Yuan Ziyi and Xuanyuan Yi also knelt down, with solemn expressions, "Your Honor, please allow me to help you."

Lin Lingqing watched from behind and smiled silently.He looked at the Styx with his hands behind his back, and said with emotion: "Oh... this Styx has been twisted into this shape, and it will take a lot of effort to restore it. Fortunately, there are so many spirits from the past life here, so I went back and asked them to help Help."

"Now that Lin Buren's spell has been lifted, and he also knows the upstream and downstream of the Styx River, things are much easier to handle. When the Styx River recovers, we should be able to return to the Yang world."

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Later, those reborn monks would still talk about that day with relish when their temples were graying.

On that day, tens of thousands of souls gathered on both sides of the Styx River, and there was no distinction between immortals and demons, human beings and monsters. Everyone shouted and shouted together, and everyone tried their best to pull the twisted Styx River little by little. back on track.

Trapped in this place of life and death for many years, I finally have the hope of returning home.Everyone's face is filled with carefree smiles.

Countless fragments of remnant souls that melted from the giant formation flowed down from the upper reaches of the Styx River, splashing waves and rippling the shore.

Even though this soul has been scarred and scarred, it can finally escape into reincarnation and get a peaceful rest.

Occasionally, there are souls with a sliver of obsession left, and swim hard to deviate from the direction, leaning towards the shore to gently touch their relatives, friends and disciples before they were alive, and then go back to the direction of the underworld.

On the shore, I don't know how many people knelt down, or shed tears, or sobbed and choked, and kowtowed to bid farewell to the souls who had traveled far away.

Fang Zhiyuan and Lin Lingqing held hands side by side, picked a place with few people, and walked quietly up the bank of the Styx River.

From here, they could see the souls of the dead traveling far away in the giant river, as well as the bustling crowd.

Fang Zhiyuan congealed a hazy little lamp in his hand, and put it in front of him to illuminate his senior brother.Their interlocking fingers were hidden between the wide cuffs, and they were occasionally exposed as they walked.

The two people's steps were originally chaotic, but at some point they gradually became the same, as if they were walking alone.

Lin Lingqing turned her head, and there was a soft smile on her beautiful eyebrows and lips, "... Are you tired?"

Fang Zhiyuan paused slightly: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Lingqing: "Why don't you go down and help?"

Fang Zhiyuan took a deep breath and said, "Be lazy, can't you?"

Lin Lingqing reached out and rubbed his head naturally, and got an angry glare from Fuxing.

Lin Lingqing narrowed her eyes contentedly, and said with a smile, "You are good."

Fang Zhiyuan stopped, and suddenly pursed his lips and turned away his face, with reddish ears, he said quickly, "Brother, you...cough, after we go back..."

He hadn't finished speaking when suddenly, from afar, he could see strange white light blooming from the bodies of the large group of spirits from previous lives beside the Styx River.

Some people looked at their hands in surprise, and then looked at each other in blank dismay: "What's wrong with me? Hey, why are you like this, old man?"

Lin Lingqing's face lit up, and he held Fang Zhiyuan's hand, "It's Styx reset, these souls are going back! Zhiyuan, let's go too."

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

Lin Lingqing: "Oh, what did you want to say just now?"

Down below, those souls from the previous life became more and more excited, only to hear shouts of surprise:

"I heard someone calling me!"

"I heard it too..."

"Someone is calling my name, it's really my name!"

"They're calling me home!"

People weeping with joy ran towards the Styx River and jumped into the river.The splashing waves blinded the eyes, and the water flowed to the sides.Everyone passed through the luminous dead one by one, and went upstream to the world of the underworld.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.It is not the wind condensed by soul power, but the real wind.The leaves are whirling, the golden morning sun and snow are falling one after another, the fragrance of flowers and the smell of moist soil are coming, and the long babbling songs are coming from the ancient alleys, and all the world of mortals are returning.

Lin Lingqing felt that he was hugged tightly, and Fang Zhiyuan's firm chest embraced him.Voices also came from his ears, and countless voices that made him nostalgic were calling him.

"Brother Qing'er..."

"Big Brother..."

"Your Majesty...!"

He thought dimly: Our physical body is gone, only the soul remains, where will we go?

But in a blink of an eye, he felt that these were no longer important, so Lin Lingqing closed his eyes, and kissed Fang Zhiyuan on the cheek.

Come back, wandering soul.

No matter how far you go, someone will take you home.