Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

At the same time, at the other end of the distorted space.

"How... would..." Fang Zhilong's face was as pale as a ghost, his teeth were chattering, and his legs and feet, which had just been injured by the flying flames, were shaking non-stop.

What he held in his hand was a psychic jade bead that could also send out messages in this space, and roared in dismay: "How could this be... What's going on!? I did everything you said !!"

Surrounded by a chaotic dark space, the sound of distant explosions rang in the ears again.

Fang Zhilong's mouth and nose were covered with blood, and he couldn't even stand still. He grabbed the psychic jade beads with both hands as if he was holding the last straw, and said fiercely: "Didn't you promise that Fang Zhiyuan was the only one who died? Didn’t you say you’re going to keep me safe!!?”

Inside the psychic jade bead, a voice came faintly:

"Oh, of course I lied to you."

The tone of voice was filled with infinite sarcasm, just like a high-ranking deity smiling and looking at the stupid moth that took the initiative to jump into the flame.

"You—" Fang Zhilong wriggled his lips as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on his head, "You... how dare you..."

The voice in Yuzhu laughed.

"Who the hell are you..." Fang Zhilong's forehead had bulging veins, his eyes were bloodshot, "You, you know, if you dare to kill me, Zhu Qi's Fang family will never let you go!!"

It seemed to be getting darker and darker.The space turbulence became more and more intense, another turbulent light passed by, and several explosions sounded.

The voice in Yuzhu paused, and suddenly said lightly: "Zhu Qi's Fang family? Don't worry, there will be no more Fang family soon."

Fang Zhilong seemed to be strangled by the neck.

He gurgled in his throat, terrified: "You..."

The voice laughed again: "But I still want to thank you, a little ant, for being so obedient and helping me get rid of some people who are in the way."

The flash of light in the darkness illuminated Fang Zhilong's bloodless face, his eyes stared straight at Yuzhu, his voice trembled, "Who are you, your eyes, your eyes..."

"gold……!?"

The loud noise of the explosion mercilessly swallowed the end of Fang Zhilong's last sentence.

……

"—Zhiyuan!!"

The warm body was poured into his arms.Lin Lingqing stretched out his hand to hug Fang Zhiyuan tightly, the man's head rested on his shoulder, and the blood from his mouth wetted his white fur collar.

Lin Lingqing's eyes were straightened, and his whole body was completely cold.

He said: "You..."

I just couldn't make a sound.

Fang Zhiyuan coughed twice subduedly, and said hoarsely: "It's okay, a little injury...don't hug me."

As he spoke, he tried his best to get up from his senior brother's arms, picked out the rusty iron knife of the Fang family from the Qiankun bag, and held it in his hand.

The calamity tooth has been lost, and it is better to hold a handful of broken copper and iron than empty hands.

Lin Lingqing stared at Fang Zhiyuan in a daze, his thoughts were blown into a vast expanse: "Destiny soul array, how could you..."

It shouldn't be like this.

In fact, when Fang Zhiyuan gave him the array, he was the first to doubt this injury array when he thought about Little Misfortune's temper.

So Lin Lingqing also tried secretly.He scratched his wrist, but Fang Zhiyuan knew nothing unusual.

But it turned out to be the Destiny Soul Formation.

It will only be activated when the leader of the formation is really threatened with his life. It is said that no one can break it except for the formation. It is also one of the highest-level formations in the injury formation...

Even Lin Lingqing himself dare not say that he can fully master the formation.

It shouldn't be like this.

Unlike Lin Lingqing, who was unrestrained and unrestrained in his youth and had to learn a little bit of everything, Fang Zhiyuan is specialized in one field.Apart from being able to play with knives, this man doesn't know anything else.

Logically speaking, since Lin Lingqing is so proficient in array talismans, Fang Zhiyuan should have understood some of them since he was a child.

But in fact, Fang Zhiyuan didn't even know how to look at the lowest-level formations, except for the Zongmen's great formation of returning to the universe, and Lin Lingqing despised him many times.

Suddenly, the sense of crisis gnawed at the nerves again!

The chaotic black waves twisted, pushing the two of them to one side involuntarily.A few steps away, the flames expanded again, and it was obvious that another explosion was coming.

When everything was changing rapidly, Lin Lingqing stabbed forward with his sword, habitually trying to block Fang Zhiyuan.

The sword light in Tunan skyrocketed, clear and clear, like a silver moon falling into the water.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed to have stabbed ninety-nine 81 swords, and it seemed that ninety-nine returned to one, leaving only the simplest and most simple sword.

A red light flashed, and then exploded with a bang.

The flames brushed against Lin Lingqing's flying black hair, and he felt the majestic heat waves and momentum, but there was no pain in his body.

The silver magic circle circulated peacefully, and he heard a groan of pain behind him.

The flames of the explosion reflected Fang Zhiyuan's pale cheeks, his eyelashes were half down, his sword-like brows were slightly frowned in pain, and a clear mark was carved between them.

"Fang Zhiyuan!!"

Lin Lingqing turned back angrily, the coldness in his eyes was far stronger than the sword glow in his hand, he had not felt this kind of pain and powerlessness coexisting for a long time, "Withdraw the formation!!"

Fang Zhiyuan gasped: "I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the space under his feet rolled wildly.There was only a few steps between the two of them one moment ago, but they were already three or four feet away the next moment.

"Zhiyuan!" Lin Lingqing was startled, he carefully avoided the turbulence in space and flew to catch up, but he saw a stream of light in the darkness ahead faster than him, "You go back first..."

"No need." Fang Zhiyuan had already suffered serious internal injuries, but at this moment he was still astonishingly aggressive.

His eyes were fierce, he went forward instead of retreating, and directly poured spiritual power into the broken iron knife in his hand, and slashed straight at the fiery chaotic light!

Clang! ——

With an ear-piercing sound, Fan Dao couldn't bear the huge force on both sides, and a crack appeared on the sheath.

Tu Nanjian finally arrived, and the blade cut off precisely.Under the front and rear pincers, the chaotic light finally collapsed, and the momentum of the explosion forced the two of them back three steps each again!

Fang Zhiyuan's lips overflowed with blood again, and his face was already frighteningly pale.

The streamers from all directions struck again.The two of them couldn't get together for a while, so they could only fight on their own, looking for opportunities to get closer step by step.

I don't know how long it took before Lin Lingqing finally landed beside Fang Zhiyuan, supported his swaying body with one hand, and said in a choked voice, "Remove the soul array... Zhiyuan, please, I beg you."

Fang Zhiyuan lifted his eyes with barely panting breath, the light in his eyes was a little slack, "..."

"If you take my wounds like this, you will die twice more," Lin Lingqing gritted his trembling teeth, trying to calm down, "Fang Zhiyuan, you are sober, this is not the time to play your temper... Listen to me, Withdrew the formation."

The silence continued for a few breaths in the dimness.Fang Zhiyuan's blood-stained lips actually showed a wry smile, "...I won't withdraw, senior brother."

"Varied……"

Lin Lingqing almost laughed angrily, just as if this person was still talking nonsense when he arrived.

But when he saw Fang Zhiyuan's calm eyes, he suddenly realized... Zhiyuan wasn't joking, he was serious.

"...I really don't know...cough cough...I won't withdraw from this formation." Fang Zhiyuan's voice was difficult, "You know I haven't practiced the way of formation talisman..."

"This fate-bearing soul array was originally... I learned it in the last period of my previous life."

There was a little hazy light in Fang Zhiyuan's eyes, as if he was remembering something, but his body gradually lost his strength and leaned against Lin Lingqing's arms.

The aura in his hand holding the saber was hard to continue, and the mortal saber was instantly crushed into powder by a huge force, and scattered one after another.

"I... cough, cough cough... I was thinking at the time, if I learned this formation, could I be able to take back the yin energy in your body... and take it for you..."

"..." Lin Lingqing was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, as if a hole had been dug out in his heart, and the wind whistling with crushed ice poured it in.

"But I really don't have talent," Fang Zhiyuan's eyelids gradually drooped, and his voice became weak, as if muttering to himself, "I didn't learn it until I died...after I was reborn..."

After a pause, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he chuckled, "This time I can finally use it..."

Lin Lingqing closed her eyes: "...don't talk, don't talk, adjust your breath and exert your strength slowly."

He stroked Fang Zhiyuan's back up and down, his eyes fixed on the darkness and chaotic fire around him, but he opened his mouth and coaxed in a soft voice: "It's okay, it's okay, we can go out soon...I'll settle the score with you at that time."

But how to get out?

Fang Zhiyuan could no longer bear the serious injury, but under such sudden sudden changes without warning, there was no way out...

"Little fantasy world," Fang Zhiyuan said hoarsely next to his ear, "first find a small fantasy world to enter...you can take it easy."

"Okay," Lin Lingqing followed Fang Zhiyuan's gaze, and sure enough, he saw another halo floating in the darkness.It's just that the distance is too far, and in such a turbulent space, I don't know when I will be swept away again.

Lin Lingqing's eyes flickered, and pointing to luck, he tapped Zhiyuan's acupoints above, and said in a low voice, "Hold on for a while...don't fall asleep."

At this point, he can only gamble.

Fang Zhiyuan seemed to chuckle lightly.Lin Lingqing couldn't hear clearly anymore, his five senses faded from the surrounding space, and he focused on the Tunan sword in his hand.

Since returning to this world, Lin Lingqing has never pushed his sword intent to such a limit.

Even in the face of Wang Zhe, he only used his scheming and fascination, and did not rely on the long sword in his hand wholeheartedly.

However, whether it is Xuyun's Xiaoxian Lord Lin, or Lin Mojun's Snow Bone City... from beginning to end, he is also a sword cultivator.

Sword cultivator is destined to entrust his life to the three-foot Qingfeng in his hands.

Lin Lingqing's temper was somewhat indifferent.He is idle, relaxed, and not competitive, so his state of mind is always clear, his heart is always calm, and he seldom has moments of enthusiasm.

However, at this time, ninety percent of the spiritual energy in the meridians was exhausted with the momentum of breaking the boat, and when he swung the sword in the rolling darkness, the demon king who thought he was no longer young suddenly felt that the sword he was holding was like that. piping hot.

The sword's edge splits the darkness, like white lightning splits the dark clouds.

The dark fog clears, and the ink smoke disperses!

This chaotic space was unexpectedly broken by Lin Lingqing's sword energy.

Lin Lingqing held Fang Zhiyuan in his arms, and stepped quickly.

Without any reservations, he squeezed out all the spiritual energy in his meridian dantian, turned into an afterimage and headed towards the small fantasy world.

——He broke through the turbulent flow of space, and more violent fluctuations will inevitably follow. If he can't enter the small fantasy world before that, when a new attack comes, he will be close to death.

Sure enough, the dark waves came in like a tide, followed by the red light that heralded the explosion, flashing from behind to the front in an instant, covering the field of vision.

The Little Illusion World is in sight.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple light flashed from Lin Ling's green sleeves, and a group of petite shadows spread their wings, "Chi Chi Chi——"

A lavender star pattern rose suddenly around the two of them, and the silk thread of the stars was woven into a semicircular shield, blocking all the red light outside.

boom--! ! !

A deafening explosion sounded.

At the same time that Ziwei turned into a stream of light and fell back into Fang Zhiyuan's sea of ​​knowledge listlessly, the storm of the explosion also pushed Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan straight into the small fantasy world!

After the dizzy spin, there was a huge splash of water.

The icy cold river submerged, Lin Lingqing was so cold that his whole body was shivering, and he hurriedly exercised his kung fu and held his breath.

Fang Zhiyuan leaned quietly on his shoulder, and under the stimulation of such a sudden fall into the water, he didn't respond and didn't move at all.

The river was very fast, Lin Lingqing supported Fang Zhiyuan to float up.With the splash of splashing water, the two emerged from the water at the same time.

"..." Lin Lingqing panted and looked around, only to see that the sky and clouds were light pink in color, and the plants on both sides of the river bank looked like he had never seen before.

Sure enough, he has already entered the small fantasy world.

Lin Lingqing turned his head again, stroked Fang Zhiyuan's back vigorously and called him.I thought that Fang Zhiyuan had passed out, but unexpectedly this person was still conscious, and he would rub his shoulders weakly when called.

"Brother..." Fang Zhiyuan raised his head, eyes half-drowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's too cold in the river...go ashore first."

The water of this river does not seem to be extraordinary water, it is very cold in nature.Lin Lingqing's face was already frozen white, and his lips were blue.As soon as Fang Zhiyuan said it was cold, he shivered belatedly.

Since he was tortured by Yin Qi backlash in his previous life, he actually became very chilly.Usually there is a spiritual energy to protect the body, but it is not obvious. Now that the spiritual energy is exhausted, it is difficult to keep out the cold.

Just when the two were about to swim ashore, Fang Zhiyuan suddenly asked again in a low voice: "Brother... have you calmed down?"

Lin Lingqing gritted her teeth, turned her face and kissed Fang Zhiyuan's forehead.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, and then asked hoarsely and cautiously: "We have only been married for a few months, you...you won't... want to reconcile with me...?"

"..."