Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

The moving talisman landed on Lin Lingqing's side, and the magic circle hadn't been opened yet.Just when there was a gleam of luster, it was cut in half by Tunan.

"I don't have a long memory."

Lin Lingqing shook the tip of his sword lightly, calmly as if he just cut a piece of insignificant dust, "I'll teach you when I go back to the inn, it seems that Fang Xianshou can't wait any longer."

When he raised his hand, a circle of white light suddenly lit up around Fang Zhiyuan's body, and the runes surged wildly, which was a blockade.

Fang Zhiyuan was stunned, and wanted to raise his hand to block the white light, but he didn't.Only then did he realize that he couldn't move anymore, and Lin Lingqing cast a curse on him at some point.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyuan's mind buzzed, he couldn't believe it: "Lin Lingqing, are you crazy!? You... untie it for me!!"

Lin Lingqing didn't pay any attention, and passed in front of Fang Zhiyuan, raised his sword and pointed at Wang Zhe.His face was pale, but his tone was flat: "I changed my mind, let's fight first."

...Of course, ignore it.

The devil couldn't help but think to himself: In the face of a strong enemy, the brothers who have a tacit understanding for a hundred years actually have to fight first, and they have to restrain the opponent faster than anyone else. Look at what's going on.

But he had nothing to do, if he didn't restrain this person, Fang Zhiyuan would definitely die for himself.

So how?

At any rate, he was also called Senior Brother, not to mention Fang Zhiyuan took his life to protect him once.Now if you really choose someone to deliver it, he has to deliver it first.

On this rarely inhabited cliff, the air is almost condensed.

In front of the Mahayana powerhouse, all the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion and a holy son, Jina, passed out to the ground.Overgrown with vegetation, one side is a cliff extending downward, and the other is a cliff extending upward.

"Okay, okay, okay, what an arrogant ant!" Wang Zhe laughed out loud and even clapped his hands.He looked at Lin Lingqing with a very absurd gaze, and said: "In this case, I will kill him first, I will kill him before your eyes, can you stop me?"

Lin Lingqing said seriously: "If you really have the confidence to kill him in front of me, you can try."

Wang Zheshen's spiritual energy rioted, and his feet flashed, which was more than three times faster than the previous movement, faster than the wind, and appeared behind Lin Lingqing in an instant.

The icy scimitar pointed at Fang Zhiyuan's heart, who was bound and unable to move, and the next moment seemed to dig out that beating organ alive.

Lin Lingqing only had time to turn around, too fast for him to catch up.

Fang Zhiyuan's sharply constricted pupils magnified rapidly with the killing intent.

Fang Zhiyuan couldn't move at all, the thought that vaguely flashed through his mind was actually very inappropriate at the moment——

He thought in a daze: The very familiar confinement spell seems to have used the rune of Zhu Qifang's prisoner soul lock... He asked his senior brother to write it down, but how could he have fooled himself... No, it's only been a few days since I wrote it down, senior brother How can you learn so quickly... As expected...

Fang Zhiyuan didn't have time to think through the phrase "As expected of a senior brother".

boom! ! ——

Blood exploded, staining his vision red.

The scorching air blast exploded, and the crimson flames continued to grow into dragons. It was Wang Zhe who was thrown out!

The air in front of Fang Zhiyuan gradually distorted, and a five-element fire rune slowly showed its pattern, looking for its powerful aura, it was impressively Mahayana.

The force of the rune explosion was so great that Wang Zhe couldn't even fly halfway through the air, and he crashed into the steep mountain wall directly!

The muffled sound was deafening, and the gravel rolled down.

After a few breaths, a jingle was heard, and a scimitar fell to the ground.

The gust of the explosion blew Lin Lingqing's white robe, his deep eyes were as calm as a pool, and he raised his hand and laid a defensive golden soup array to protect the unconscious people in Ziwei Pavilion.

... Just kidding, it's hard to be reborn, and it's impossible to give it away.

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan's back was wet with cold sweat, and after a long time, he let out a long breath like the rest of his life.

He complained in a low voice: "Senior brother wants to scare me to death."

At this time, the rationality gradually returned.

Thinking about it, ordinary disciples of the immortal family can get some life-saving things from the family or the master... And Yin Changxin is so big and half-step heavenly, and Lin Lingqing is the big one who loves him to the extreme. disciple.

An attack rune equivalent to a full blow in the Mahayana stage, the master must have given it away.

It's just that there are not many people who can be as evil as Lin Lingqing in the fairy world.He actually thought of stacking the attack rune with a blinding spell and throwing it on top of the blockade...

Then use a radical method to trick people into bumping upwards.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, Wang Zhe supported the rock with his hands, gasped violently, and the muscles on his face throbbed ferociously: "Okay...very good..."

Half of his arm was scorched black, the skin and flesh rolled up, it was so miserable!

Lin Ling stood there in a snow-white fur robe, comparing the two sides, they were as clean as a speck of dust.

The young Xianjun shook his head and sighed, and said calmly: "Although I knew that some monks' cultivation bases and brains did not match. But this is the first time I have seen a monk in the Mahayana period be so stupid."

He actually pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "...I told you to try it and you just try it. Why are you so obedient? Hah."

He actually said "heh" on purpose.

Facing a Mahayana, Lin Lingqing had no self-consciousness about seeking death, and he sincerely emphasized again: "Elder Wang, you should come and kill me first."

The surrounding air changed and began to vibrate and twist.

The wind has also changed, becoming sharper, like a mountain of knives or a forest of swords.

The scimitar on the ground trembled violently, as if heralding the extreme intensity of the master's emotions.

Wang Zhe laughed back in anger. He stroked his arm, and the wound healed at a terrifying speed: "I see how many Mahayana runes you can still issue..."

He waved out of thin air, and the scimitar slowly floated into the air.

Wang Zhe said: "Go."

The scimitar shone brightly, piercing towards Lin Lingqing like a thunderbolt.

Still too fast for him to dodge.

Lin Lingqing knew he couldn't dodge, so he didn't dodge.

He raised his hand and drew out his sword, which was always faster than dodging.

Tunan hit the machete!

Even though Wang Zhe was seriously injured, this collision is still no different from hitting a stone with an egg.

Lin Lingqing's spine bent suddenly, a dull pain flashed between his brows, and a mouthful of bright red blood was choked out from his throat!

"Cough, cough..."

Falling on the sleeves, like falling plums in the snow.

As expected, the gap in realm was still too great. Lin Lingqing thought of the day when he forced Shen Xiaojiang to fight the Yin Yao, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness that the mountains and rivers took turns.

"Do you regret it, little ant?" Wang Zhefei held the knife in his body and put more strength into his hand.The scimitar was about to pierce Lin Lingqing's neck, his eyes flickered wildly, "I should call you...Little Demon Seed."

All the aura in the meridian of Lin Lingqing's dantian came out.Jin Dan was not joking when he carried Mahayana hard, his complexion was pale, he only felt colic in his lungs, and his heart was beating fast and dull.

"Little devil, you are very lucky..."

Wang Zhe's voice was very soft, and the hidden malice was clearly revealed, "I don't need to kill you, but only your junior brother. You have very good aptitude, and you can barely become the cauldron of a true god."

Blood trickled down the corner of his lips, and his eyes turned black.Wang Zhe's second saber had arrived, but Lin Lingqing still went forward with his horizontal sword, and he did not retreat.

"Lin Lingqing!!" Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were red, and he roared, "You are dying!? Come back to me—"

In this one-thousandth flash of light, Wang Zhe curled the corner of his mouth again, and he looked at Lin Lingqing like a grain of sand: "It's just that this temper needs to be sharpened first."

"You guys are amazing," Lin Lingqing's eyes were slightly out of focus, his internal organs were all damaged, and dark blood kept spilling out of his mouth, "What exactly is it...what is the picture..."

Wang Zhe sneered and said, "Well, you will know the day you kneel under me."

Ants should not show off their intelligence and courage in front of the true God.

Wang Zhe thought so.

His killing intent turned into a tangible blade, piercing into the soft body of the young fairy, tearing the flesh and blood of the heart, and stirring it into a bloody mud.

But no matter how stupid this beautiful little devil is, he failed to notice the strangeness of 'Elder Wang'.

Or even more timid, not daring to stop 'Elder Wang', not insisting on going to Su Zhou in Ziwei Pavilion...

How many months and years can he and his younger brother be happy.

Tunan Immortal Sword slipped from trembling fingers.

Lin Lingqing finally fell down without a sound.The young man's slender body trembled slightly, like a white pear blossom whose branches were withering in the wind.

Wang Zhe stretched out his hand, grabbed Lin Lingqing's lapel with five fingers, as if pulling the blood-stained white pear blossom into his palm.

He said with a gloomy smile: "What a wonderful cauldron, it belongs to me..."

……

……

"You won't regret it after asking me."

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded.

The breeze is no longer flowing, the grass and trees are no longer shaking, the cry of bugs and the sweet fragrance of fairy flowers have disappeared together.

Time is stretched and space is changing.

"You asked the wrong question."

Wang Zhe's wrist was clasped by another slender white hand.Lin Lingqing opened his eyes lightly.In the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a dark river rushing, and the waves swallowed all the light.

The future Emperor of Demon Dao said lightly, "In my two lifetimes, I have never done anything I regret, and I have never done anything I thought about clearly."

Wang Zhe opened his eyes to the extreme, and his back felt numb.

He suddenly realized, where is this?

The cliff under my feet is not a cliff, and the sky above my head is not a sky.

"You did something wrong too. If I told you to try to kill Zhiyuan, you should go. If I told you to kill me first, you should too. Stupid."

It was because the true god looked so stupid that Lin Lingqing wanted to pretend to be weak to see if he could get something out of him.

But this physical body is too fragile after all, if I hold on, I'm afraid something will happen... I have to give up.

Wang Zhe couldn't move, and said in a hoarse voice: "You..."

The young Xianjun in the white robe had caught his veins with his backhand at some point, and frowned slightly in doubt: "It makes me a little curious to be so stupid, are you the one who killed my star? Don't you know that I am Transcending Tribulation Divine Soul, how dare you threaten to kill us?"

——This is the sea of ​​consciousness, the realm of the soul.

The moment Wang Zhe touched him just now, Lin Lingqing's soul had directly invaded Wang Zhe's sea of ​​consciousness!

"Forget it, let me tell the truth now... I didn't want to test you when I stopped 'Elder Wang' from the very beginning."

Lin Lingqing's face was cold, her pale red lips parted and closed, showing murderous intent, "I want to kill you with my own hands."

For a time, the world was also silent.

Jin Danqi said that he wanted to kill a Mahayana with his own hands.

It's not killing Jindan, it's not killing Nascent Soul, it's killing Mahayana!

Ridiculous, ridiculous, crazy?

No, this need not be a surprise.

Because he is Lin Lingqing, the little fairy Lin Xiaoxian of Xuyun Peak in Taiqing Island who dared to threaten to kill the disaster star at the age of 12.

Compared with this, what is killing Mahayana?

Killing the "True God" is nothing! ?

But Wang Zhe smiled in surprise, his voice rustling: "You mean to kill me?"

Lin Lingqing said: "Not only will I kill you, but I will also devour your soul before I kill you. See what secrets are in the mind of the true god."

"No, wrong!" Wang Zhe narrowed his eyes, "Ha, big mistake! You dare not kill me."

Then he calmed down again.That look of control and superiority came back to his face again.

"That's right, I'm not the main body, I'm just a clone. But what about you?...Using the body of the golden core to force the soul of the tribulation is against the sky, and it should have reached the limit now?"

Wang Zhe laughed loudly: "As long as you dare to act rashly again, you will be exhausted for the rest of your life and seriously injured in the sea of ​​consciousness! Of course you dare not kill me, and embezzling my soul is even more ridiculous!"

"..."

But at this moment, Lin Lingqing also felt like laughing.

After being reborn in just over half a month, the blood feud that killed Fang Zhiyuan in the previous life fell into his hands, and he had the opportunity to kill the enemy again. How enjoyable is this?

The most wonderful thing is that this is not the enemy's body, but just a clone——

This means that he can still find out the real body of the enemy, kill him once, and kill him again.

As for the exhaustion of the soul and the serious injury of the sea of ​​consciousness, what is it compared with this kind of joy and beauty?

Doesn't it just hurt, just treat it slowly.

However, Lin Lingqing didn't have time to do it.

He saw a ray of lightning.

This is not the scene in the sea of ​​consciousness, the thunder is reflected in the naked eye!

On the cliff in reality, Lin Lingqing couldn't help closing his eyes, someone hugged him suddenly from behind, and took him back quickly——

It was Fang Zhiyuan who broke the seal and eagerly pressed it to his ear: "Enough! Hurry up!"

Before Lin Lingqing could react, he was hugged by this man and held tightly in his arms.

……

Six Huazhou, two children playing raised their heads.

The girl stopped at the entrance of the alley.She pointed at it in surprise: "What is that in the sky? Tribulation thunder?"

The older boy scratched his head: "No, why is there no cloud in Jielei?"

In the restaurant, the rattle in the storyteller's hand fell to the ground.

He also didn't care about listening to the guests at the exciting place, and just rushed to the window fanatically, "This is...it is Lu Xianshou!! It is the Thunder Sky Axe of Xianshou!"

Golden Osmanthus Palace, under the osmanthus tree.

Three or five golden-clothed monks looked at the sky together.

One muttered to himself: "I haven't seen this thunder light for decades... What kind of villain is this time, who can ask the head to sacrifice the thunder sky in Liuhuazhou?"

on the cliff.

Wanjun thunder, illuminated the sky and the earth brightly!

What appeared out of nowhere was a very tall man, holding a pair of giant axes and wearing a soft armor robe.

He stood there like a golden pagoda piercing the sky and the earth.

Tall, hard, and eye-catching.

"What a night!"

Immortal head Lukuifu's eyes were round and angry, and words of fury burst out from between his teeth, and the power of each word was deafening.

"The rat swallowed the guts of a leopard, dare to act recklessly in Liuhuazhou!!"

The wind was fierce, Fang Zhiyuan opened the barrier with spiritual power, and protected Lin Lingqing in his arms.

He called out "Brother" in a low voice, only to see that Lin Lingqing had his eyes closed and his eyelashes drooping, his black hair scattered on his pale face, and he had already passed out due to the forceful backlash.

Looking up again, there was only a piece of scorched black in the center of the thunder light.

Wang Zhe, a Mahayana cultivator, was wiped out.

——According to the rules of the Immortal World, the titles of the previous Immortal Heads all borrowed the name of their natal Immortal Martial Arts.

Lu Kuifu, the owner of the Golden Osmanthus Palace, is endowed with a superhuman talent. He is a single spiritual root of the mutated thunder system that has not been seen for thousands of years. He is born with supernatural powers and makes a pair of giant axes that can attract thunder from the sky.

In the Lingjian of Xianshi, he is called Lei Qiong Xianshou.

The author has something to say: √ The hypocritical relationship between the monarch and his subjects:

Lu Xianshou: Xiao Xiaoan dares to act presumptuously in Liuhuazhou!

Lin Xiaoxianjun: Thank you Xianshou for your rescue.

√The real way of getting along with the monarch and his ministers:

Lu Youbaozuo: (dances in ecstasy) Niang Xipi can be regarded as giving me a role in the show, the king and the minister——! !

Lin Mojun: (Disgusted)... Tsk, dare to take my head, alas, this subordinate doesn't want it anymore.

In fact, judging from the appearance and temperament alone, Qing'er belongs to the cool and slender beauty of the glass handicraft level, but he can really fight, in various senses.

...But because his appearance and temperament are too deceptive, plus the unique big brother/Jun Shang filter of the Xuyun group/Moxiu group, he will all go crazy when he faints【.