Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Now that he is reborn again, the demon lord secretly smiled and thought: I was really crazy back then, I didn't know how to save any face for others, and almost destroyed the Dao heart of Ziwei Shengzi.

He didn't mean to do bad things on purpose, it's just because when Lin Lingqing was a child, Yin Changxin talked about being a kind fairy and making things difficult for Jina every day. These problems were actually all in his heart.

And because of Fang Zhiyuan's childhood experience, Lin Lingqing was angry with Ziwei Pavilion in his heart, and when he saw Shengzi, he couldn't help questioning him in the most extreme way.

Actually, it's not a big deal at all.

He was talking nonsense, sophistry, but anyone with a clear heart and a clear heart would be defeated by him, but Jina had never met someone like Lin Xiaoxian, and was really bluffed by him.

He even genuinely felt that he had unique knowledge, a wise mouth and a sincere heart... Well, what a poor silly boy.

Perhaps Lin Lingqing's thoughts wandered for too long, and Fang Zhiyuan couldn't stand it any longer. He frowned and asked in a low voice, "Brother? What are you waiting for?"

——That means, you have been looking forward to seeing Jina for so long, but now that everyone has been taken down by you, why don't you hook up?

"...Well." Lin Lingqing couldn't hold back his face, coughed in a concealed manner, and quietly cast his eyes on Ziwei Shengzi, but turned unexpectedly, and stopped on another person who was walking towards Shengzi.

Elder Wang respectfully said: "The Holy Son is frightened, I am so terrified." He bowed, "Please also ask the Holy Son to rest on the boat."

Jina gently raised her hand: "It's okay. This place is very spiritual, and it's good to stand and enjoy the wind."

Lin Lingqing was suddenly puzzled.

The middle-aged monk with an ordinary face should be the elder of Ziwei Pavilion by looking at the clothes on his body.

But he remembered that in his previous life, there was no such person around Jina.

A sense of vigilance faintly rose in his intuition.Lin Lingqing was not afraid at all. Adhering to the principle of asking if he didn't understand, he took two steps forward and smiled warmly: "Dare to ask who this fairy is?"

Elder Wang seemed not expecting to be called suddenly, turned around in surprise, stretched his brows after a while, nodded and said: "I am the elder Wang Zhe of Ziwei Pavilion, Xiao Xianjun laughed at me."

Almost at the same time as Elder Wang's words fell, Fang Zhiyuan's cold and deep voice sounded in Lin Lingqing's ears:

"There are five Elder Ziwei in total, and they have not increased or decreased for a hundred years, and there has never been a person surnamed Wang."

"Brother...the situation is not quite right, you go back first!"

Lin Lingqing's nerves exploded.At this time, he heard from a distance the group of tool repairers on the millet boat in Ziwei Pavilion shouting: "Son, the magic circle has been repaired and can be driven!"

Jina looked back at Lin Lingqing again, and said indifferently, "Little Immortal Lin, see you again by fate."

Lin Lingqing's eyes dimmed, and he said, "Holy Son, wait a minute..."

Elder Wang silently stopped behind Jina, just in time to interrupt Lin Lingqing's words: "The time has come, please let the Holy Son get on the millet boat."

The voice is not very loud, nor is it very imposing.

But at the moment when he heard these words, Lin Lingqing suddenly felt thunder in his ears, as if something suddenly broke in his brain!

how come……

How is this possible...but...

"Brother?" Fang Zhiyuan behind him was the first to realize his strangeness, and whispered, "What's wrong!?"

"..."

Lin Lingqing's teeth trembled slightly, and he clasped the hilt of his sword, suppressing, suppressing, but the corners of his eyes were already red.

It turns out that Zhiyuan doesn't remember anymore... But he knows that he will never forget, even if his body is smashed to pieces, even if he is burned to ashes, he will never forget.

Fang Zhiyuan took two steps forward suddenly, clasped his wrist forcefully, and this time directly shouted: "Brother!"

Lin Lingqing's eyes dimmed, as if he saw the last scene of his previous life again.

The pouring mountain rain, the long night.When the dawn rose, at the foot of Xuyun Mountain... Fang Zhiyuan, the head of the fairy, was bloody and bloody, and his vitality had been cut off.

A divine sword pierced his breastbone, pierced his heart, and nailed him to the rock.The fatal sword that cut off Fang Zhiyuan's vitality was pierced by the true god.

Who... the star that killed him...

who is it! ! !

On the four peaks of Xuyun, which is already dead and desolate.A distant voice sounded from the sky:

"The next immortal head, Mu Hong! The time has come, and the devil has been captured quickly to meet the true god—"

There was a red light in front of his eyes, redder than blood.

It echoed endlessly in my ears.

"The time has come...not yet..."

Echoes endlessly.

"The time has come..."

Lin Lingqing felt that every inch of his bones were burning hot. He closed his eyes and opened them again, opened Fang Zhiyuan's fingers that were holding him tightly, and said in a low voice, "Zhiyuan, back off."

He has been a monarch for so long, and he is used to being calm when things happen, and he hasn't lost control of his emotions for too long.Even Mu Qingxue would mock him when she met him——

But now I only feel that hatred is like a prairie fire, the flowing magma scorches my heart, and it travels all over my limbs in an instant!

A person, even if his appearance is changed, his voice is changed, his breath and temperament are also changed...

But the subtlest and most indistinguishable habit, the tone of voice in which certain words are spoken, cannot be concealed.

The same.

Lin Lingqing said hoarsely, "Elder Wang, stay here."

He lifted his white sleeves, and made a gesture of blocking the way from a distance, and the surrounding spirit was swirled, silently blocking Wang Zhe's way.

When the "Elder Ziwei Pavilion" in front of me said those four words...

It is exactly the same as the tone of the true god who killed Fang Zhiyuan last in the previous life! !

Elder Wang turned around slowly, revealing an ordinary face, and asked: "Is the little fairy calling me? I don't know what's important?"

Lin Lingqing's eyes darkened, "I think the elder looks very familiar, I don't know if I've seen him before."

Wang Zhe showed surprise on his face: "I have never met disciple Xuyun, maybe he is old and his brain is weak, where did Lin Xiaoxian meet me?"

Lin Lingqing didn't answer, and turned to ask Jina: "Son, it's rare to meet each other by fate. I wonder if the millet boat in your pavilion can take my brother and sister for a ride?"

Jina said, "Of course, please."

Wang Zhe's face changed slightly, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed and said: "Holy Son, this is against the rules..."

Jina shook her head calmly and said, "It's okay."

Wang Zhe's expression sank subtly, and his eyes quickly swept Lin Lingqing around.

Lin Lingqing also took a deep look at Wang Zhe, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "Elder Wang, it seems that you and I have a lot of leisure time to spend together. If it is really an old friend, I must be able to recognize it."

"..."

Before the words finished, Wang Zhe's expression was covered with a layer of darkness, and his lips slowly curled up, revealing a smile.

He snorted in a low voice, and said with a smile: "Thanks to Lin Xiaoxian for caring about the old man, no, I remembered."

At the moment when he met this smiling face, Lin Lingqing's heart skipped a beat, and a kind of shudder ran through his whole body like an electric fire!

Elder Wang walked towards Lin Lingqing.

Jina felt something was wrong: "Elder?"

Son Ziwei blinked as he spoke.

Elder Wang Zhe was no longer in sight.

There is only a cold light, tearing the vision!

Wang Zhe suddenly exploded, and a machete appeared in his hand. The light of the knife was so sharp that it made people feel cold all over.

He just seemed to take a step.But in the next moment, without warning, the tip of the knife was approaching Lin Lingqing's heart!

All the changes happened too fast, and the scimitar stabbed too fast.Lin Lingqing's pupils constricted, and he only had time to instinctively raise his sword, and Tu Nan lay across his chest.

clang! ! ——

The moment the point of the knife touched the blade, a huge force rushed towards him, causing severe pain in the internal organs.

Lin Lingqing's face turned pale, and he was forced to retreat!

The killing intent is like a net, overwhelming.

Under the extreme tension, all five senses were concentrated on the blade of the scimitar, and his mind went blank.

Everything around, everything.

The blue sky, the breeze blowing, the green grass.

Ziwei Pavilion's star protector and disciple, Ziwei's holy son Jina.

Even Fang Zhiyuan beside him...

All fade away.

In such a vast void, Lin Lingqing saw a pair of golden eyes that were bent with a smile.

What kind of speed was that, a deadly sense of crisis swept through his body.The Tunan sword in his hand wailed under the tremendous force, and the spiritual energy gushed out violently! !

Wang Zhe's eyes were piercing, and he said with a distorted smile: "I guess the little fairy called me to ask for death. We meet again after a long absence, and I must serve you."

The next moment, the scimitar and the long sword separated and collided again, sparks flying everywhere!

Lin Lingqing stepped back step by step on the rocks.At the moment of wrestling, he gritted his teeth and raised his head, meeting the elder's gloomy gaze, "It's you...!"

The golden light in this person's eyes only appeared for a moment, and now he is no different from an ordinary monk, but Lin Lingqing will never doubt what he saw in that one ten-thousandth moment.

It's you.

Kill the stars that I have cherished with all my heart and soul.

The situation was chaotic for a while, and the Ziwei Pavilion disciples on and off Su Zhou couldn't help but exclaim.Jina also did not expect this shocking change, and said in horror: "Elder——no, who are you!?"

Fang Zhiyuan didn't exclaim, let alone talk nonsense.As early as the moment Wang Zhe started to attack Lin Lingqing, everything else had lost its meaning.

He just needs to draw the knife.

In the blink of an eye, the knife light had landed on top of Wang Zhe's head.

Wang Zhe sneered, the scimitar in his right hand was still in a stalemate with Lin Lingqing's Tunan, and with a flick of his left hand, the second scimitar appeared out of thin air.

"Ants...you asked for this."

He waved back without looking, as if he had eyes behind his back, he precisely held Fang Zhiyuan's calamity teeth.

The spiritual power exploded on the snow-white sword and the pitch-black knife respectively.

The two of them were blown away by the air wave almost at the same time, and crashed into the rocks, causing the gravel and sand to fly in disorder!

Wang Zhe muttered to himself, "Forget it, it would be easier to kill earlier."

Without the slightest pause, his two knives stabbed into the sand and dust!

Suddenly, a silver-purple light rose behind him, and Wang Zhe froze.I saw Jina volleying in the air, holding the copper-colored astrolabe with both hands, and the fairy symbols connected to form a vast star map.

"You are not my Ziwei Pavilion disciple..." Ji Najunmei's face was extremely brightly reflected, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to pretend to be an elder, I will take you to the Xingchen Terrace for trial!"

Ziwei Pavilion's inheritance celestial artifact - the astrolabe "Zi Yao" was awakened, and the clouds in this area were dyed purple, casting light on the sky that could be seen clearly by the entire Liuhua Continent.

"A disciple of Ziwei's sect," Shengzi shouted in a low voice with a lonely look on his face, "Listen to my orders and set up the Big Dipper Array!"

The sand and dust were torn from the center to the two sides, and the wind was criss-crossing.Lin Lingqing raised his sleeve and drew out his sword, and Tunan turned into a frosty light and pierced out, but he said to Jina, "No! Tell everyone to back off—"

At the same time, Fang Zhiyuan's blade cut obliquely from bottom to top, with the last strike coming first.One knife and one sword pressed towards Wang Zhe's vital acupoint from both sides.

"Mantis is like a car, and you still have the heart to care about others? It's too late." The corners of Wang Zhe's eyes and mouth curled up together, and a treacherous smile floated on that face.

Sweeping with the scimitar in his hand, a terrifying aura slowly swayed around him, and the air suddenly became heavy like lead.

The coercion that should have been in the Nascent Soul stage rose rapidly, like a mountain peak rising from the ground, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Wang Zhe narrowed his eyes into a slit.

Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan felt the pain that the bones were almost crushed, and the swords and swords were both bounced off.

The two looked at each other like lightning, it was Mahayana!

Jina is just here to go to the Jingui test, how could she follow the Mahayana monks! ?

The coercion of the Mahayana period was so terrifying, the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion couldn't stand their ground, they all screamed and vomited blood, and passed out.

The light of the purple obsidian disk suddenly disappeared, and the shape dissipated.Jina couldn't bear the backlash for a while, and fell to the ground slumped, unable to move.

Wang Zhe put his fingers in the air: "Son, let's rest."

"You...what the hell..." Jina couldn't even resist, her body trembled, and the light in her eyes suddenly disappeared.

He fell limply to the ground like a puppet that has been pushed down, a line of blood gradually flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The situation is dead.

Fang Zhiyuan's fingers moved slightly, and a moving talisman contained in the Qiankun bag fell silently at Lin Lingqing's feet.

He stared at Wang Zhe without daring to relax, and said in a low voice: "...Go back to Liuhuazhou and go to Jingui Palace to call for someone."