Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Finally, the boiling died down and everyone dispersed.

Lin Lingqing huddled alone on a chair in the empty meeting hall, squinting, seemingly sleeping.

After the energy he had been holding out just now was vented, he really couldn't move.

I don't know how long he was drowsy, until he heard the footsteps of the sky, and barely opened his eyes.

Lin Lingqing saw Lei Qiong's tall, fairy-headed figure coming from the door against the light.

Rukuev walked up to him, looked at the fallen desk and said, "I'm sorry, I should have come back earlier."

Lin Lingqing moved his lips weakly.

He wanted to laugh, because he thought, Xianshou definitely didn't expect that this case was overthrown by himself.

But he didn't have the strength, so he simply gave up laughing, and said with downcast eyes: "...I know why the immortals are so excited."

"In the face of a catastrophe, all continents of the fairy world will suffer. With their cultivation base, they are more than enough to protect themselves, but they are unable to protect thousands of low-level monks... They are furious and confused because they still have sentient beings in the fairy world in their hearts."

"..."

Lu Kuifu silently looked at the indifferent and pale face of the young man in front of him. This child was too young, and he should not have carried such a heavy burden. At least it should be a job that only his master's generation could undertake.

A bleak wind blows in through the open door, and the paper on the ground rushes back.

Lin Lingqing gathered his robes, his eyes were empty: "There is really no other way, is there?"

Ruquef said nothing.

Three years ago, the astrolabe predicted a catastrophe, saying that the sky was going to split in the northwest corner, and none of them said it couldn't be repaired.

Even if there are some small mistakes, no matter how wide the sky is, it can make up for all the spiritual stone savings of Jingui Palace; The lives of the last few people who are capable of crossing the catastrophe can barely make up for it.

But now the whole sky is cracked, how to mend it?

Lu Kuifu said in a deep voice, "Little Immortal Lin, let's go."

"In the past three years, all the immortals have questioned you constantly, but Lu can see that you are really planning for the three worlds."

Lu Kuifu loosened his brows, stretched out his palm to rub Lin Lingqing's shoulder, and said in relief, "Let's go, little fairy has done enough, you don't owe Ji Shengzi anything... go back to Taiqing Island, I call you Master has protected you."

Lin Lingqing thought to himself in a trance: No, I owe it.

Nothing to do with Gina, I owe a lot.

He asked quietly: "Is the fairy head not leaving?"

Lukuev shook his head, the brilliance flowed in his hands, and a pair of giant axes appeared in a blink of an eye.

The man laughed, and showed a rare arrogance rarely seen in front of people: "This is my Liuhua Continent. If I don't die, even if one more person dies in Liuhua Continent."

The tall figure went out with an axe in his back, and the robes belonging to the fairy head were bathed in dazzling golden light, reflecting a few traces of the tragedy of a strong man who is gone forever.

Lin Lingqing watched Lu Kuifu leave.

Then he closed his eyes weakly and fell asleep again.

……

Lin Lingqing was awakened by the rumbling sound of the collapse.

There was no sunset, but it was as dark as night in all directions.

Looking out of the window, the bright light in the sky has been squeezed by the crack and has no place to stay, shrinking into a small point.

The yin qi cracks have spread to the end of the sight, like a giant creepy eye opened out of thin air, staring at the world indifferently.

Screams and cries were faintly heard from afar.

Lin Lingqing staggered and ran out of the lobby, and swept down the long steps.His state is very strange, all five senses are blurred, and his heart beats again and again.

In the darkness, the chill penetrated into the bone marrow, he opened his eyes and looked around, and finally focused on the huge "eye" on the top of his head that stretched from east to west.

He knew that the last moment had come.

He should meet his end.

The clouds rolled like waves, and the 81 pagodas lost all their luster and were full of cracks, trembling violently like an abused baby.

From time to time, fragments fell, falling into the alleys and collapsing roof beams and tile roofs, billowing black smoke and fire.People were crying and running to protect each other, but they didn't know where to go.

Everything is falling apart little by little.

Lin Lingqing raised his palm to call out Tunan, turned over and stepped on the snow-white sword, and suddenly rose up with the sword.

Only then did he see that panicked crowds were rushing towards the Golden Osmanthus Palace, and flying magic weapons frequently collided and exploded into flames.Familiar figures who were still standing in the meeting hall not long ago shuttled through the smoke of gunpowder—the powerful people of the Xianmen Sect are still struggling to control the situation, but what they can do is only a drop in the bucket.

Yin Qi is more harmful to monks than ordinary people. Facing the threat of death, everyone goes crazy.

Lin Lingqing went upstream against the current.

The celestial sword's radiance was as clear as the moonlight, and it took him to pass over the mourning and smoke on the ground, the 81 spiritual pagodas that were about to collapse, and the defensive circle formed by the spiritual pagodas.

Sanqian Fengyun was left behind by him.

Lin Lingqing, dressed in white with a snow sword, went straight up to the sky alone.

The higher you go, the more chill you get around your body, and there is rolling darkness everywhere.The overflowing Yin Qi was splashing, and the air seemed to be filled with billions of cold filaments, strangling every inch of skin.

Lin Lingqing reluctantly came to the crack and faced the huge monster face to face.His eyes suddenly turned red, he was panting, and a wave of anger rose in his heart.

After all, he was unwilling to admit defeat.

Lin Lingqing also pointed to the trick.The sword light is flourishing, and the south of the map is lit up with frost and snow, which is magnificent and brilliant.

When it rushes towards the great current of Yin Qi, it is like a comet that does not turn back.

The comet flowed into the darkness at the end of the universe.

In a certain city on a certain continent in the mortal world, in a certain earthen house, there are moths throwing themselves at the flame of a candlestick.

The children in the room blinked and pointed to the sky: "Aniang, Aniang, it's just dawn, why is it dark again?"

……

- Crack! !

A crack appeared on Tunan's sword, which had never been indestructible.

The corner of Lin Lingqing's lips was bleeding, and the severe pain spread from the heart to the lungs.

He heard two kinds of crackling sounds with similar frequencies.Farther away, it was Tunan who was shattering; close at hand, the bones of his hands holding the sword were shattering.

Flesh and tendons were twisted and mingled with broken bones.

Blood and sweat trickled down the snow-white wrists and arms, dripping randomly as the body trembled uncontrollably, and the white robe was covered with red plums like snow.

An overwhelming sense of pain and powerlessness swept over his body, and Lin Lingqing blinked hard. He obviously didn't shed tears, but the appearance of Tunan in front of him was gradually blurred.

...About half a year ago, a letter came from Xuyun.

He unfolded the letter on a warm, sleepy afternoon.

The letter paper is white rice paper, dyed with the fragrance of lotus and grass and trees, and Yin Changxin's characters are spread on it.

Fang Zhiyuan broke through the Nascent Soul.

If it was Zhiyuan from before, I am afraid that he would persistently ask how his senior brother is, and eagerly raise his knife to fight him.

He had won against Little Misfortune for seven years, and now he finally couldn't win.

He abolished all his cultivation three years ago, and although he has been insisting on treating the damage to his meridians and dantian since then, he has never been able to rebuild his foundation.

Today's Lin Lingqing's cultivation base is only at the ninth level of entraining Qi, and it is difficult to even control Tunan.The boldness that used to kill the stars and pick the moon now seems to be just a joke.

And his virtual cloud...

His pond and lake swaying with white lotus, the small cave he decorated with his own hands... His master and his younger brothers and sisters, the children from the outer sect he picked up...

Never to be seen again.

The thought of going to death had been in Lin Lingqing's heart as early as the moment he saw that the disaster was irreversible.

Only his death can completely bury the truth of the year and liberate Fang Zhiyuan from the fate.

It turned out that three years ago, that very ordinary autumn morning when he accompanied Zhiyuan on a Suzhou to Liuhuazhou, that was a permanent farewell.

If he knew this earlier, he should at least take a good look at his Xuyun.

A crisp sound almost pierced the eardrum.

The Tunan sword finally shattered completely, and bright fragments fell from Lin Lingqing's side.Yin Qi turned into a flood that broke the embankment and rushed from above, swallowing the last ray of light in a blink of an eye.

Lin Lingqing suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

He was stunned for a moment, but soon realized, and then a sad smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Lingqing took a weak breath.He also pointed to his heart, and used the last bit of spiritual energy to pinch the lowest level of blindness.

Who says God's will is irreversible, who says fate is doomed.

Jina, Ji Shengzi, if you are alive in heaven, then open your eyes and take a good look——

Lin Lingqing's figure twisted and changed, the blood-stained white robe disappeared, and he turned into a handsome and cold boy in black, looking up at the sky with empty eyes.

I can't go against the sky for all beings.

But I can at least change the life of one person.

Lin Lingqing transformed into Fang Zhiyuan's appearance. Standing in the void, he looked small and vulnerable in front of the huge Yin Qi slowly approaching above his head.

There were boundless emotions in those usually clear eyes.Relief and unwillingness are wrestling, grief and joy are colliding to the death, perseverance and weakness are frantically entangled.

As if trying to squeeze out the last light of the spark that is about to be extinguished, it is beating and splashing——

It was exactly three years ago, the scene of the revelation of the purple astrolabe.

The undercurrent of Yin Qi spread its sharp claws like a black dragon, and rushed down.

In an instant, it pierced through the boy's chest! !

Lin Lingqing closed his eyes and fell, the Yin Qi engulfed him completely.

He fell into the air, like falling into the deep sea.

It is the most tragic scene of despair.

The yin qi violently rushed through every meridian, and in an instant, the skin was torn apart, and the blood foam spurted wildly.

Lin Lingqing became confused in the red mist like the setting sun, he didn't know if this could be regarded as killing the evil star for Zhiyuan.

...but at least.

Tears finally meandered down, and Lin Lingqing thought with infinite sadness: At least, I finally didn't let you fall into the sea a second time.

His back slammed into the huge formation built by the spiritual pagoda.Accompanied by the sound of a broken spine, Lin Lingqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood flew up to more than ten feet high, then slowly sprinkled down, splashing all over his face and body.

The cloud was completely torn apart, and Lin Lingqing vaguely saw that it was a pitch-black waterfall falling from the nine heavens, about to pour into the world.

He was a dying ant, lying on the rocks directly under the waterfall, being slammed by the water crazily.

Painful, cold, suffocated and sad.

Why is he not dead yet.

Lin Lingqing kept choking up blood, and perhaps spit out some visceral debris, his dizzy pupils pushed up weakly one after another, as if he was about to go into a complete coma the next moment but couldn't.

He imagined: Master, the sky is so big.

The sky is falling.

The collapsing dome of the sky pressed against his chest.

And the Three Realms are right behind him.

That is to say, at this moment when the vitality is about to be cut off, under the incomparable torture, Lin Lingqing's consciousness has faintly escaped into an extremely mysterious state.

In his ears, he suddenly heard a faint voice.Distant, faint, as if it came from a distance through several layers of gauze curtains.

It was the sound of cicadas chirping in the deep mountains, the sound of running water, the sound of trees being swayed by the wind, and the sound of girls singing in rural areas.

The sound of snow falling, flowers falling, the chanting of monks from the fairy world with bamboo sticks, the howling of wolves in front of the cliffs on a moonlit night, the sound of tiles being kicked by thieves in the city when they walk at night.

Fish jumping out of the water, deer sneaking into the forest, the sound of the bow when the hunter draws the bow, the sound of the tsunami, the sound of the storm, the sound of dust being wiped off the volumes of history, the sound of the mountain collapsing during the earthquake, the sound of thunder, the young couple Angry and shy quarrels.

The surrounding cries when the old man died with a smile on his face.

The laughter around when a baby is born crying.

Gradually, the voices of everything in the three realms swarmed in, completely drowning Lin Lingqing.

This is the voice of the world.

Eleven years ago, in such a corner of the world, a master in a gray Taoist robe and a young apprentice in white were walking among the clear mountains, asking and answering questions.

——"Master, what is the Savior?"

——"You will know later."

On the day when the immortal misfortune came, the carefree little Cixian on Taiqing Island finally understood the second word in "Salvation Immortal".

Lin Lingqing understands what is "the world".

Just a moment before the world is in ruins.

Finally, the rumbling black waterfall shattered the stones, and the 81 spiritual pagoda exploded in an instant, turning into flying smoke in the flames.

The huge torrent of yin energy rushes towards the human world, and it is impossible to tell whether an insignificant ant is engulfed in it.

That is, at the moment when Lin Lingqing fell to the ground, and the Yin Qi roared and washed away the Three Realms in an instant, everything here suddenly faded and stopped.

It is enough to see this demonic realm.

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Outside the illusion, the Demon Lord, who has already experienced this period of time, has not stopped.

Time is precious, and his spirit continued to descend, falling into a vast and deep sea of ​​consciousness that had no resistance to him.

Lin Lingqing entered Fang Zhiyuan's dreamland of demons.

At first glance, he saw himself.

The enchanted self.