Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Jingle! !

Tunan's sword fell from his hand, hit the ground and bounced up again, two drops of blood splashed on the blade.

"Cough cough...!"

Almost at the same moment Tunan landed, Lin Lingqing's knees hit the ground hard.He froze on the ground, his face was as white as paper, his whole body trembled for a moment, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Lingqing swayed, his upper body involuntarily leaned forward, and fell lightly to the ground.

He kept trembling and vomited blood, until his eyes turned black and he couldn't see anything clearly.The fingers curled up with convulsions, and the fingertips were blue and white.

He... killed...

He killed... Jina...

Lin Lingqing tried hard to open his eyes, looking for Jina's figure from the dim and shaking vision.

He saw Ziwei Shengzi lying on the ground, blood flowing out from under his motionless body... flowing continuously, flowing down to the purple obsidian disc that fell on the ground desolately.

"Cough...!" Lin Lingqing straightened up suddenly, twitched slightly, and vomited on the ground with a mouthful of dazzling bright red.

Overcast clouds were covering the top of the head, as if it was about to rain, and it was dark and cold on the mountain, sea and star platform.

Lin Lingqing was drenched in cold sweat, and his breathing came and went weakly.Trembling, he fumbled out bottles of pills from his Qiankun bag, chewed them all up and swallowed them without looking carefully.

However, it was of no avail. After burning his cultivation base, Lin Lingqing felt as if his limbs and bones had been torn apart, and the spiritual power belonging to the cultivator frantically flowed away.

His proud cultivation quickly fell.

From golden elixir to consecration...

From Consecration to Foundation Establishment...

From foundation building to entrainment...

Lin Lingqing bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, he couldn't faint.This is still on the Mountain Sea and Star Terrace of Ziwei Pavilion, if someone finds out that he killed the Holy Son...

The people of Ziwei Pavilion can even use things like the nine-turn soul-destroying array. When the time comes, a powerful person will directly encroach on his consciousness, and it will not be easy to know what disasters befall or the disaster star.

Lin Lingqing gritted her teeth and propped herself up, covered her lips drowsily, choked on blood, and stood in the cold night, raising her pale face and dazed eyes.

He looked at the thick dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly realized... With his body that was about to be crippled, there was no hope of ascending to immortality in this life.

He can no longer kill Xing Xing for his little misfortune.

It was he who broke his promise.

Trembling, Lin Lingqing raised his weak hands, holding a floating fiery red rune between them.A powerful and terrifying aura came from it, carrying a billowing heat wave.

A fire attack rune that can withstand the full blow of a monk in the Mahayana period.

This was originally given to him by his master for self-defense...

Warm memories suddenly revived.

Before coming to Liuhuazhou, he was still rolling in the arms of his master on the summit of Xuyun main peak, his white robe was covered with snow particles.

Yin Changxin smiled warmly, poked him between the eyebrows, said that he was like a little fox rolling in the snow, and then gave him this fiery red rune.

"Oh, how can Qing'er use this?"

The young Xianjun brushed the snow off his body indifferently, and said with a crisp smile, "I won't mess with Mahayana monks."

Master said leisurely: "If you don't mess with it, your little misfortune won't mess with it either?"

Lin Lingqing bit her lip and thought for a while, then said: "...That's right, Ah Yuan is probably going to fight the Fang family."

Yin Changxin hummed: "It's not easy to raise stars. Always prepare more things to be prepared."

The breeze blew, and the snow on the pine branches fell again.

At that time, everything was still fine.

……

Lin Lingqing wiped off the blood on her lips.His pupils were slack, he gasped with difficulty and raised his finger, using the last bit of spiritual power left, he cast a lowest-level blinding spell on the rune.

In the palm of his hand, the fiery red rune gradually disappeared.Lin Lingqing softly said "Go", and lifted the rune to the sky.

The rune went up against the wind, it flew faster and faster, turned into an invisible lightning, and suddenly penetrated the billowing clouds in the dark night!

What is above the clouds?

It is the way of heaven, the most inviolable way of heaven.

No one dares to offend the rules of Heaven, and this will bear the most terrifying anger that Heaven sends down.

Lin Lingqing stepped back, he opened his eyes in a daze, raised his face, and suddenly felt so small.He saw dark clouds looming over the sky, and after a flash of red light, there was a thunderous explosion, which was deafening.

At this moment, the three realms heard the thunder.

Countless creatures raised their heads in horror.

The sky fire poured down on the mountain, sea and star platform like a pillar, and the scorching red light exploded, turning into a vast ocean of fire.

The spiritual energy surged violently, and in this sea, every splashing wave, every floating foam was an extremely bright flame.

Indistinctly, an ancient giant dragon wrapped in flames soared down to the sky, with the will of heaven, roaring and opening its bloody mouth.Jina's body was burned under the flames, and was finally swallowed by the giant dragon.

"..."

Lin Lingqing's thoughts were lost, his eyes were hurt by such ruthless light, and tears flowed all over his face unconsciously.

In such light and scorching heat, Lin Lingqing felt very clearly that the last trace of spiritual energy in his body had dissipated.He is completely useless.

Twelve meridians are broken, and the pubic region withers.

That talented little Cixian on Taiqing Island has fallen.

……

Six Huazhou.

The young talents who were celebrating the successful conclusion of the Jingui test fell silent.

Everyone was frozen as if they had been immobilized. Everyone turned their necks and looked far away at the place where the sky fire descended.

The corner of the night sky was burned red, and the intense red rising from the darkness seemed like a hole had been broken in the sky.

Someone exclaimed:

"It's Skyfire, Skyfire!!"

"That, that direction isn't from Ziwei Pavilion... Shanhai Xingchen Terrace!?"

"Could it be that the Ziwei Pavilion spying on the way of heaven finally provoked the wrath of God—"

"What did Ji Shengzi predict again!?"

In the inn, the black-clothed boy stared blankly at the burning flames in the night sky, froze for a few breaths, and then his whole body shook.Fang Zhiyuan picked up the knife, kicked open the door and rushed out.

——The gang of gods in Ziwei Pavilion love to die and live, he doesn't care, but Lin Lingqing is still there! !

……

Tick, tick, tick.

After the sky fire dissipated, Lin Lingqing felt a thin coolness hitting his face.It was actually raining on the stage of mountains, seas and stars.

So cold.

Lin Lingqing lowered his eyes wearily and shivered.

He let out a breath, and fell back to the ground again.

It's getting colder.

It was as if all the fires in the world were extinguished.

His consciousness should have been blurred, but Lin Lingqing was still strangely awake, as if there was a tight string in his mind pulling him, preventing him from fainting.

It's not over, it's not over yet.

Lin Lingqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hands in the rain with difficulty. In his pale hands was a small gadget he had taken out of the Qiankun bag just before his spiritual power completely dissipated.

hidden stone.

Before coming here, Song Youdu gave him many modified universal magic weapons, and this is one of them.

——At this time, Lin Lingqing will naturally not know that a hundred years later, he will use the technique of rebirth to reverse the world of mortals, and he will not know that in another world of mortals, Song Youdu bought this thing at the evening market between Jingui trials Sold tens of thousands of spirit stones.

And in this world of mortals, naturally no one knows that Xu Yun has a craftsman ghost who tossed this kind of bluffing thing.

When Lin Lingqing fumbled to wear it on his waist, the breath fluctuations around his body belonged to the golden core stage monks.

Finally, Lin Lingqing struggled to stand up again.

He swayed.

The blood rolled in the lungs, rushing up in bursts.Every inch of bone in the whole body is in severe pain, and every organ is clamoring to be overwhelmed.

Lin Lingqing stood straight, with a calm expression.

His bones are like green and tough bamboo branches, his eyebrows are like snow-capped mountains and clouds, and his long hair is wet by rain, like thick pine smoke that has melted.

He walked slowly, except for his bleak face and disintegrated and out-of-focus eyes, all his demeanor and demeanor seemed to be that of a handsome fairy boy in white.

And this little flaw doesn't get in the way.

Surprised by the sudden fire from the sky, pained by the death of a close friend, worried about the coming disaster... There are too many reasons.A little gaffe is naturally reasonable.

Lin Lingqing stopped in front of Jina's body. Under the sky fire, the original soft and beautiful face of the Holy Son was no longer discernible.

Lin Lingqing bent down, picked up the Ziyao astrolabe that fell on the ground with both hands, then turned around and took two steps, then stopped again.

"Ziwei."

Lin Lingqing looked back deeply, and said hoarsely:

"Your world, I will try my best to protect it for you."

He stepped on the Star Stairs, and saw from a distance that the elders of Ziwei Pavilion had already gathered below.

Lin Lingqing suddenly rejoiced that the light-weight exercise he majored in was Wuhenjue, which happened to be convenient for crossing the sea.With a little step, he flew down the long steps.

……

It was night, and a news that shocked the three worlds came from Ziwei Pavilion.

Jina, Ziwei's holy son, wanted to use the method of astrology to spy on the secrets of heaven, but finally provoked the wrath of heaven, and died under the fire of the gods.

Lin Lingqing, the chief disciple of Xuyunzong, was entrusted by the Holy Son to spread the news of the imminent catastrophe to the public, and led all the immortal sects to resist the catastrophe three years later.

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The illusion of the sea of ​​consciousness slowly closed.

Son Ziwei, whose soul was forcibly split, passed out on the ground the moment his soul returned to his body, unconscious.

Only the reborn Demon Lord looked at the clear night sky soberly, reminiscing about the fire and rain in his previous life.

All of a sudden, Lin Lingqing gasped for air with a "hiss", his complexion turned pale without warning, and a look of pain appeared between his furrowed brows, "..."

The divine soul, which had not yet fully recovered, almost collapsed again due to the backlash from the forcible urging.

it hurts...

It's deadly.

Lin Lingqing barely managed to walk down the stage, almost unable to walk, and smiled wryly, thinking to himself that he was really at odds with this place, and every time he was in pain, he would die or live.

His back was already dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes became increasingly blurred.Lin Lingqing covered his mouth and coughed twice, and looked at his palm under the starlight above his head... There was another blood.

His eyes turned gray, and he managed to reach the star staircase, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, only then did he realize that even the tips of his fingers were shaking, and he really had no energy to move.

Lin Lingqing endured the tearing pain when his mind and soul were exhausted, and thought to himself: Oh no, I won't be able to go back tonight.

He felt like he was going to pass out.It can be seen that Yuan is still... waiting for him to go back...

He wants to go back, if he can't go back, his little disaster star doesn't know what it's like to be frightened.

"..."

Lin Lingqing fell to the ground, eyes lost.The viscera convulsed, and a fishy-sweet taste rose from the throat.

He was not very conscious, and he had no strength and was too lazy to cough, so he turned his head to let the blood slowly flow from his lips.

When he thought of Fang Zhiyuan, his heart ached like a knife.

His little scourge was not what he is now.

He really missed that high-spirited boy in black back then, and he thought about it like crazy.

He really misses that time in the past, when Zhiyuan would say coldly, I want to go, don't stop me; but he said with a smile, I won't stop you, I will accompany you.

But now?Now Fang Zhiyuan, because of his careless senior brother, has become so silent and obedient, so walking on thin ice.

I was driven so hard by myself that I was going crazy and collapsed, so I only dared to hide and drink secretly in the middle of the night; I was so worried and disturbed, so I only dared to say a few insignificant jealous words.

Then silently watched him go away, quietly waiting for him to choose to come back, or not to come back.

Lin Lingqing's eye sockets suddenly became moist.

He was the little misfortune who protected him, but the unruly young man who dared to fight with him without giving up his sword was also buried by his own hands.

Lin Lingqing muttered in her heart in a daze: I'm sorry.

I am the one who made you look like this.I really treat you badly, very badly...

I really tried my best, but I was really powerless.

Just like now, I really want to go back to you as soon as possible, but I really can't get up...

Lin Lingqing closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

He whispered in his heart, don't blame me too much.

With the remaining strength, he took out a communication paper goose, reluctantly mobilized his spiritual energy, and wrote: "I will return tomorrow, don't read it."

After finishing writing, Lin Lingqing was still worried, feeling that something was missing.

He panted weakly, stared at the line of words with his already foggy eyes, and it took him a while to realize what was missing.

Lin Lingqing raised his hand again and added two words.

— all right.

"I'll be back tomorrow, I'm fine, don't read."

Lin Lingqing tapped lightly and said "go", and the little paper goose flew away in the night.

Lin Lingqing stared blankly for a long while, then closed his gaze, and began to rummage through the elixir in the Qiankun bag and give it to his mouth.

I can't go back tonight, and I have to pretend to be normal when I see Zhiyuan tomorrow morning.

"..."

Lin Lingqing bit the pill, and couldn't help laughing again.

It's so unpalatable...

It is exactly the same as the previous life.

The night flowed quietly, and the stars twinkled.

Fortunately, there is no rain tonight, and the rain will not fall until three days later.

At some point, the hand holding the porcelain pill bottle slowly dropped.As soon as the fingertips were loosened, the vial rolled to the ground, and a few pills fell out.

Lin Lingqing's long eyelashes drooped heavily, casting shadows on his snow-like skin.

He is so tired.

Let him take a nap for a while.

The author has something to say: highlight the key points: in Chapter 39, when Lin Lingqing was playing with the hidden stone, he said that it was newly created by Song Wu on the same day. This is a lie. Qing'er is afraid that Little Misfortune is too keen to think of something to deliberately deceive him on the timeline.