Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

The sun is getting higher and higher.

Lin Lingqing lifted his robe and sat on the ground, holding a small stone he picked up everywhere, and drew a rune on the sand by the river bank.

After No.13 erasing all the talismans, Lin Lingqing rubbed the center of his brows, and sighed in annoyance listening to the gurgling river.

He wanted to try to destroy the life bearing soul array.

It's a pity, it is indeed a high-level magic circle with the name of "bear for the king, and rest until death". Even with the attainments of the devil king, it is impossible to crack it without ten days and a half months.

Grinding his teeth, Lin Lingqing threw the stone away with his hands.

I really don't know where Fang Zhiyuan learned this, and it seems that there are still some master-like techniques...

The purple sky bird that had just been released froze on the ground, staring at him with complicated eyes, and stopped chirping.

Lin Lingqing slightly raised the end of his eyes: "I've been watching what I do. The Holy Son flew out by himself to save the cursed star. I didn't force you."

It's good that the devil didn't mention it, but when he mentioned this, Ziwei buried her little head under her wings with all her heart.

Yes, why did he fly out to save people...

The life-bearing soul array landed on Fang Zhiyuan's body, and he took all the damage from the explosion.If the evil star died, wouldn't that just fulfill his original intention?

But at that time, his brain was hot, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing behind the two of them.

Jina thought desperately: Ah, his heart is already dirty.

Lin Lingqing stretched his waist, and smiled brightly: "How about it, does the Holy Son also think that my little misfortune star is really a good star, and he is reluctant to die?"

Ziwei: "..."

At this moment, for the first time, the Holy Son is glad that he is in Zixiaoluan's ridiculous body, at least he can help him avoid the devil's half-smiling question...

Jina looked up at Lin Lingqing, tilted her head, and said, "Hey?"

Playing dumb, perfect.

Lin Lingqing poked its stomach with his fingertips, and said through voice transmission: "Stop talking, Son Ziwei. Tell me, what's going on outside Jingui Palace?"

There was a moment of silence in the soul, and Jina's deliberately indifferent voice came: "...I have sent a message to Lei Qiong Xianshou yesterday, only saying that the astrolabe indicates a bad omen, and asked him to check the situation in the small fantasy world. At this time, the fairy head has decided Already noticed."

Lin Lingqing nodded, thinking: If he and Zhiyuan are both trapped here, and if he brings a little demon boy along with him, Lukuifu might die in a hurry right now.

Jina said coldly: "Devil, don't be too happy too soon. I used the Ziwei Pavilion star formation yesterday, and it is impossible for the evil star not to notice the difference. He will know that you have imprisoned my soul..."

Lin Lingqing said: "Why, you still think he really doesn't know anything? Zhiyuan's mind is very sharp, I'm afraid he already guessed it."

The Demon Lord licked his lips thoughtfully, "It's just...does he love me? He never asks me much about my affairs."

Ziwei: "..."

Xiao Ziwei shut herself up again.

Lin Lingqing raised his eyes, and through a thin layer of powder mist, he could vaguely see Fang Zhiyuan sitting cross-legged and breathing.

A few heart-confusing demons crowded around him, slowly exhaling puffs of new fragrance mist.

It has been a while since Zhiyuan entered the illusion, what is this person seeing now?The scene where I was backlashed by Yin Qi?

With a movement of Lin Lingqing's fingers, the silk threads condensed by aura appeared, leading from his fingers to the depths of the mist that bewitched the heart monster, and wrapped around Fang Zhiyuan's right wrist.

He closed his eyes and carefully counted the pulse and spiritual flow along the silk thread, and felt that it was almost there.

Huo Xin Yao is really miraculous, and within an hour, Fang Zhiyuan's injuries have fully recovered.

Lin Lingqing stood up, put Zi Xiaoluan into her sleeves, and walked towards the place where the heart-witching demon was.

This is a tricky trick, and it is also the way the two of them finally discussed.

Fang Zhiyuan entered the illusion first, and he stood guard outside.

When the time for judgment came, Lin Lingqing infiltrated into Fang Zhiyuan's sea of ​​consciousness with his soul, and entered the fantasy realm to find him.

Since Fang Zhiyuan concluded that the demon must be him, it would be easy to handle.

Anyway, in the previous life, Lin Lingqing knew about that trivial matter, and thought it was impossible to be trapped.In case Fang Zhiyuan really fell into an illusion and lost himself, he could still pull people out if he went in.

But before that...

Lin Lingqing stopped, and the mist of bewildering fragrance lingered in front of him.He slightly bent his long, slender fingers like jade, and slapped them over.

The Demon Lord raised his head and half-closed his eyes, inhaling a trace of fragrant mist.

... He admitted that Fang Zhiyuan's tone of voice when he said the last sentence really pissed him off.

He would rather Fang Zhiyuan was really wronged and dissatisfied, even if he only showed a little dissatisfaction, than to say so naturally "Your demon is not me".

It is better than accepting such unequal feelings without complaint.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Lin Lingqing swayed and sat down.

He really wanted to see his inner demon, what would it be like without Fang Zhiyuan.

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At the bottom of the illusion, he passed through the old memories of the past and saw shadowy people.

The faint light of dawn rose from the eyes, illuminating the eaves and arches in the hall, and even the scorching sun and golden osmanthus patterns carved and painted on the eight white jade pillars were clearly visible.

The faces of the dozens of immortals in front of him were even more brilliantly illuminated by the light, but it did not bring any warmth.

There was an emotion about to explode on everyone's face, there was panic, there was anger, and more of it was helplessness and weakness that couldn't be concealed.They gathered together with sullen faces, looking from a distance, they looked like a group of evil spirits who wished they could choose someone to devour.

"——What did Lin Lingqing say three years ago! He said that the catastrophe of Yin Qi will pour down from the western sky of Liuhua Continent, and as long as we hold on to the northwest, we will be fine!"

Lin Lingqing was cold all over, and there was a sharp buzzing in his ears, mixed with the shouts of many people who were angry or panicked.Someone shouted, with a ferocious face, "Now!?"

"In the past three years, all the immortal families have emptied their homes and set up defensive formations on the spiritual pagoda on the Tianyun in the northwest. They only want to protect the sentient beings in the fairy world! Fortunately, half of the sky is cracked! The fairy world is about to end!"

The other person shook his head resentfully and said: "Ah...the divination in Ziwei Pavilion, how could it be so wrong this time!"

In the spacious lobby, all the immortal families gathered.Lin Lingqing from Qianchen was the only one sitting in front of the desk in the middle of the group.

Compared with these monks who were dozens or even hundreds of immortals older, this white-clothed boy looked so thin and pale. There was a gray color of dying on his lips, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"What nonsense!"

There was a scolding from among the immortals, and an old man in a large purple robe said angrily: "My purple astrolabe has never made a mistake, and you all know the talent of the late Holy Son! Now that I am in such a situation, I am afraid that some villain deliberately misrepresented the hexagram at the beginning..."

"—Xiaoxianjun Lin, you have to tell me what happened on the stage of mountains, seas and stars back then!?"

Lin Lingqing tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead, they were raised and lowered again and again, and his vision was full of flying mosquitoes and black mist.

Through this blurred vision, he vaguely saw the sky outside the window.

The sky was far away, torn in half by a huge hideous crack, the dark yin energy rolled like a long dragon, and the cold and resentful breath rolled out endlessly.

The four continents of the mortal world and the five continents of the fairy world have become small pieces of rock and soil under the haze of death; the frightened and crying creatures on the land of Kyushu have become little insects bumping headlessly under the cloud of despair.

This was too different from what Jina had shown him.

Ziji's prediction was wrong...

"Everyone is quiet! What a shame to be so noisy! The sky is already in the sky, so what's the use of making noise!?"

"Little Immortal Lin, don't listen to the nonsense and suspicion of those people, all the immortals believe in you, so what else can you do..."

Lin Lingqing opened his mouth, but could only shake his head silently.

In fact, since the moment he saw the sky crack last night, Lin Lingqing had vaguely realized that it was impossible.

But he still deduced non-stop all night, arranging the 99 formations to the extreme, until his mind was exhausted, and he couldn't find a way to resist Yin Qi in this situation.

No more, there is no other way.

Under the law of heaven, all living beings are ants.But if the world is about to crack, what about the people who live under the sky?

A female voice taunted presumptuously: "It's ridiculous, what can he do? Look at his appearance, does he seem to have something to do?"

Lin Lingqing closed his eyes, only felt that his headache was about to split, and his dizziness was getting worse and worse. He tried his best to tremble his pale lips: "Don't..."

He wanted to say, stop arguing.

His throat was like a knife scratching the fire, and he couldn't make a sound.

It was already difficult to maintain his consciousness, and Lin Lingqing even felt that as long as the breath in his heart was relieved, he could faint at any time.

He didn't even know whether he was pushed to come here this morning, or simply dragged here.

When disaster strikes, there will always be some people who will go mad with fear.

Another gentle male voice said angrily: "Shut up! When Lin Lingqing was orphaned by the Holy Son, he was only nineteen years old! You, you, and you all are hundreds of years old Don’t you feel ashamed that you can only blame and persecute a child now that there is nothing you can do in the face of a disaster!”

It was another man who answered in a stern voice: "Are we blaming him! But if we don't make it clear now, what should all the immortal sects do in the future, and who should they listen to!? In a word, if Lin Lingqing can't accomplish anything, Get out of this seat!"

Lin Lingqing's consciousness was already groggy, her head ached like it was about to be split in two, and it was already difficult for her to breathe out.

He felt that he was going to be sick, his whole body was hot and cold, shivering limply.Opening his eyes with difficulty, all he saw was the morning light, white and dizzy.

He didn't know how long he would have to suffer in this chaos, let alone imagine how dark it would be after the chaos ended.

The fairyland is going to be in chaos, the fairyland is already in chaos...

--boom!

Lin Lingqing woke up suddenly.Someone suddenly slapped the table in front of him with both palms, it was the original elder of Ziwei Pavilion.

"Lin Lingqing!"

The old man with white beard and hair shrugged his shoulders forward. He was still full of thoughts about maintaining the sanctity and majesty of Ziwei Pavilion, so he spit and stared, "I want to ask you today, the Shanhai Xingchen Terrace three years ago, did you replace the saint?" The hexagram that the child spreads to the world... is it true!?"

Lin Lingqing raised his eyes, holding on to his unbroken consciousness, and said hoarsely: "...it's true."

The elder refused to give up: "Impossible! You really haven't concealed anything? How dare you go to the Hall of Emptiness and Reality with the old man, and ask the soul to take a photo under the mirror!?"

"..."

Lin Lingqing was silent.

He squinted his eyes halfway, and looked at the old man with white hair and youthful face and bright clothes in front of him with scattered eyes.

Thinking of the skinny and dying child of the curse star, a cold fire of loathing suddenly surged in his already ashen heart.

Lin Lingqing lowered his eyelashes, pressed his trembling fingers on his chest indistinctly, and slowly took two breaths.

next moment.

Bang bang!Without warning, Lin Lingqing got up and kicked over the desk, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered all over the floor.

The elder staggered two steps back in shock, fell to the ground, pointed at Lin Lingqing: "You, you, you...!"

Lin Lingqing half closed his eyes.

There was a shimmer of light falling on his dark and slender eyelashes.

He was sitting there peacefully at first, and the morning light streamed down from the red sandalwood window lattice, illuminating the snowy fur and white clothes of the young little fairy.

But when he slowly straightened his waist, he broke away from the light.The shadow casts shadows on Lin Lingqing's eyebrows inch by inch, as if the minions of darkness engulfed the light inch by inch.

Lin Lingqing's opened eyes were icy black, and words burst out from between his teeth: "... Lin Lingqing is grateful to Ji Shengzi for his appreciation of Tuogu, and this righteousness is engraved in his heart. I dare not hide anything about the hexagrams back then."

Under the astonished gazes of all the immortals, he stretched his slender wrist forward: "If the elder wants to capture me to test my spirit in the Hall of Emptiness and Reality, well, I'll be right here, please do so."

The Elder Ziwei Pavilion didn't expect Lin Lingqing's emotions to be so intense suddenly, he was so shocked that he was so timid that he couldn't move.

Lin Lingqing took another step forward: "Come on."

No one could see it. At this moment, his eyes were so blurred that he couldn't see clearly. Even the location of the elder could only be found by memory.

"Don't you dare?" Lin Lingqing shook his wrist, and said with a grim smile, "Whoever dares is a grandson, come here."

Now all the immortals are in chaos, and someone immediately came to persuade:

"Oh, forget it..."

"Xiao Xianjun calm down, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, calm down..."

Someone also scolded the elder: "What nonsense are you talking about, old man! Keep your mouth shut!"

"..."

For a short moment, Lin Lingqing just let the crowd push and push, and after he slowly recovered from the breath, his vision was much clearer than before, and his body was also light.

Lin Lingqing thought to herself: How strange.

Obviously, just a moment before the elder of Ziwei Pavilion pounced on him for questioning, he still felt that he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he was about to collapse.

But now, he was able to step down the jade steps step by step, walking gracefully among the immortals in his white robe.

Lin Lingqing glanced at the crowd one by one. Among them, some blamed him, some suspected him, some pitied him, and some trusted him.

These faces are all under the light of dawn, but the long night in the fairy world is about to come.

He said quietly: "The human affairs are exhausted, and the destiny cannot be tolerated. Lin Lingqing has not been able to turn the tide, and I am ashamed of you."

It was the cold fire just now burning in his heart, burning through his lungs, supporting his spine to be straight, and supporting his eyes to be so bright as to be breathtaking.

It was the Ziwei Pavilion elder who made him understand that there was only one thing he could do at this moment.

"Now that we are facing a catastrophe, this is the disaster of the fairy world."

It's not the fault of one person's fate.

"Nature should be shared by all beings in the fairy world."

Fang Zhiyuan shouldn't be the only one suffering from Ling Chi's pain and purgatory.

"Since the night of the sky fire on the Mountain Sea Xingchen Terrace, I have carried on the will of the Holy Son and dare not keep my own interests."

Lin Lingqing said in a flat tone, he walked through the immortals and walked towards the gate.

Li Baibai's light shone on his beautiful but pale face, and the complex eyes of dozens of people followed his thin but tall and straight back.

In fact, based on Lin Chengqing's immortal age alone, most of the people present could regard him as a child.

But it is such a young man, whenever he speaks quietly, there will be a force that makes people forget his age.

Just like this moment, too.

Lin Lingqing swallowed the blood and bitterness rolling in his throat, closed his eyes and opened them again, with a calm expression.

"For three whole years, I stayed away from the sect, never took half a step away from Liuhua Continent, exhausted my mind, and never had a peaceful night's sleep... For the three worlds, I consider myself magnanimous."

He finally... At the last moment, he squeezed out his last strength and fulfilled this initial lie.

There were mixed voices behind him, and the doubts were drowned out. Most of them were comforting him and thanking him for his words.

No one will ever know that he is digging a grave, and the truth of the year is being buried by him.

Lin Lingqing finally stepped out of the threshold, and the sky and the breeze rushed towards his face.

His eyes were slack, and he saw more than a thousand long steps stretching under his feet in a daze, and the clouds, mountains and rivers were like a beautiful picture scroll.

He could see every city and alley in Liuhuazhou, small but delicately laid out on the ground.

There are monks looking up at the sky uneasily, small vendors shouting hard, children running hand in hand, and mothers calling softly behind.

Soon to be destroyed.

However, the most absurd thing is that even though he was in pain because of this, when Fang Zhiyuan's handsome eyebrows came to mind, he couldn't find the regret he should have.

Lin Lingqing thought to himself: Sure enough, he is just a selfish mortal, after all, he is not suitable to be a savior.

Back then, the master's fortune-telling for him may have been the same as Zizhen's.

Behind it is the meeting hall of Jingui Palace, and in front of it are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the fairyland.Lin Lingqing shook suddenly, and fell forward——

With his knees on the ground, he lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down heavily.

Everyone exclaimed:

"Lin Xiaoxianjun, what are you doing!"

"This... alas."

"You've tried your best, why bother..."

As if Lin Lingqing hadn't heard of it, he said in a trembling voice: "...the matter has come to this point, and I have done everything I can do. The fairy world will be chaotic in the future, and how many lives can be saved will be on the shoulders of all beings."

"I hope all the immortals are not afraid of disasters, and don't fall into the heart of benevolence and righteousness. The cold night is coming...Take care of each other."

He knocked his head down deeply.

It hit the jade brick floor with a crisp sound.

This kowtow, thank heaven and earth.

Because of his evil thoughts and evil thoughts that disrupted the Three Realms.

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In the small fantasy world, a tear fell from between Lin Lingqing's wet and closed eyelashes, and a faint trace of water was traced on his cheek.

He sighed softly in his heart: Zhiyuan, look... I still love you very much, don't I?

My demon is not you, but the demon that traps me, the shadow that imprisoned me, the sin that I cannot get rid of in my life... It's all because of you.

Well, at least I am worthy of your ardent intentions, am I not?

"grumble?"

Zi Xiaoluan stuck out from Lin Lingqing's cuff and tilted her head.

It looked at the demon king who closed his eyes and wept silently, and didn't know what illusion he saw or what demon he encountered.

It just found it strange that Lin Lingqing had only inhaled a little bit of incense mist, so his sanity should not be lost.

So what is he crying for?