Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

The demon king's soul wanders in the illusion.

Lin Lingqing looked at all this, this has already happened, everything that has been settled and irreversible has been settled.

...It turned out that Fang Zhiyuan was hurt so badly after he became a devil, and that person clearly insisted that he didn't have it.

Lin Lingqing thought: In the end, what kind of mood did Fang Zhiyuan put on his body, something that he hated so much as the Prisoner Soul Lock?

In this life, when he accompanied Zhiyuan to visit Fang's house at night, what kind of mood did this person face again with this evil thing that had imprisoned them both?

Lin Lingqing didn't dare to think deeply, a subtle throbbing pain and sorrow gradually came from the depths of his soul, and he realized that he had already begun to be affected by the illusion.

But the illusion still didn't stop, and fell straight to a deeper level.

Lin Lingqing saw Fang Zhiyuan and Yin Changxin say goodbye.

This is the last side of his star and his master.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't say much, he was not a talkative person, and he was not very good at expressing emotions with words.

He just held Lin Lingqing with the soul lock, kowtowed three times in front of Yin Changxin, and said that he was going to take his senior brother away.

Yin Changxin shook his head and said it's okay, and he will leave soon.

Fang Zhiyuan asked where his master was going, but Yin Changxin didn't answer.

In the end, Fang Zhiyuan begged for something from his master.

Although it has been seven years since he joined Yin Changxin's family, this is the first time he has asked his master for something.

"Nowadays, people who have fallen into the devil's way are not tolerated in the world, and monks in the fairy world will kill them when they see a devil."

Fang Zhiyuan knelt on the snowy ground at the top of Xuyun's main peak, and said calmly, "I'm afraid that in the future, I will be powerless in the melee and unable to protect my senior brother. Please enlighten me, master."

Yin Changxin was silent for a long time.

Fang Zhiyuan knelt there speechless, and the two of them were in a stalemate.

Finally, Yin Changxin drew a formation for him and Lin Lingqing.

The small silver-white formation flashed and disappeared on the two of them.

"One body and two souls, bearing injuries and changing lives. This formation is called the Fate-bearing Soul Formation."

Yin Changxin's long and narrow light-colored eyes were slightly mournful, and he raised Fang Zhiyuan's face with his slender fingers, "...you always feel that you owe Qing'er your life, don't you?"

A few steps away, Lin Lingqing stood there, his hands were tied behind him, he could only lower his head and bite the chains on his shoulders with his teeth, and there was a hint of pain between his furrowed brows——

Whenever he instinctively wanted to use the boiling Yin Qi in his body, the chains across his body would cause him severe pain all over his body.

Yin Changxin sighed softly: "This formation can make the host of the main formation bear all the damage except disease, toxin and weakness for the host of the sub-formation."

"In this way... even if you give this life back to your senior brother."

Fang Zhiyuan bowed his head and kowtowed sincerely, "Thank you, Master, for making things perfect, Zhiyuan is gone."

Then he got up to brush the snow, and pulled the chain hard with his hand.Lin Lingqing staggered, sobbing with pain in his throat, and glared at Fang Zhiyuan angrily.

The latter was indifferent, and said lightly:

"Senior brother is obedient, it's time to go."

He led Lin Lingqing like this, and left.

……

It was night, Song Youdu parked the millet boat in the mountains.

Now that Xuyun is surrounded by monks who are waiting for an opportunity to surround and kill Lin Lingqing, it is impossible to go down the mountain and leave the island directly.Song Youdu said that he would send them off for the last time.

Fang Zhiyuan turned his head to look at Xuyun Sifeng for the last time.

Xun Mingsi and Ye Huaguo stood in front of the cliff to see them off. Behind them, the originally beautiful and strange mountain had disappeared.

Under the erosion of Yin Qi, the void clouds covered the ground with withered vegetation, the cold wind was howling, and a faint gray air shrouded the high mountains.

The disciples of the outer sect had already been sent away one after another. They couldn't stand such a strong yin energy, and if they stayed any longer, they would fall into the devil's way sooner or later.

And just a moment ago, they discovered that Yin Changxin was missing.Their master just left a broken mountain and disappeared.

The Xuyun Sect that the little fairy in white clothed in Linhai casually founded with a smile in Linhai back then, the Xuyun Sect that had protected countless people with yin bodies in the past seven years, just disappeared.

Xun Mingsi grabbed his clothes and saluted deeply, and said in a low voice, "Two senior brothers, take care."

Ye Huaguo choked with sobs, and said, "Take care."

Except for a word of care, they don't know what else to say or do at this time.

Fang Zhiyuan nodded, and calmly said: "Let's go, don't send it off."

At the moment when he turned around and stepped on the Su Zhou, a young and sad young girl's voice suddenly rang out behind him, shattering the dark night:

"Brother!! Brother Ah Yuan——!!"

Fang Zhiyuan's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head.

On the hazy path in the distant mountains, a misty red dress came rushing.

Yu Hongtang burst into tears, she ran in the rugged mountains, crying: "Brother A Yuan! Don't go, wait for me, don't go..."

Xun Mingsi and others were also shocked.Such a cruel parting, they all wanted to hide this little junior sister Yu Hongtang.

This girl is only fourteen years old, she is only 14 years old...too young, too innocent, and has not had time to endure the suffering of a little bit, she is a tender and delicate crabapple flower.

She was raised by Lin Lingqing, and she has never been separated from her brother Qing'er since she was a child, not even for a single day.

Fang Zhiyuan's heart was hardened, he hugged Lin Lingqing by the waist, and stepped onto Suzhou in two steps in three steps, "Song Wu, let's go!"

"Where are you going, where are you going!?" Yu Hongtang said hoarsely, tears rolled down from her dark eyes, and she was also left behind, "Why don't you take me away!!"

At the same moment Su Zhou roared and took off, the girl in red also rose against the wind, and she cried tremblingly, "Brother Qing'er doesn't recognize us anymore, Sifeng Xuyun has become like this, and the master is gone... now You're leaving again! You took Brother Qing'er away, what about Little Brown Tang!?"

"Junior Sister Yu...Little Brown Tang!" Xun Mingsi gritted his teeth while holding back the pain, "Come back, don't make things difficult for your elder brother A Yuan! You..."

He wanted to blurt out the truth, Fang Zhiyuan's departure was a near-death risk, and with your cultivation base and immortal age, it would only become a burden for him.

But, how can this be said...

"No!!" Yu Hongtang shook her head unwillingly, with fiery eyes.She squandered her aura to the extreme, and she stretched out her hand to Su Zhou suddenly: "Take me away, Brother Ayuan...take me away! Little Brown Tang will be obedient, I can endure hardship, I am not afraid of getting hurt, I will work hard to practice—I just want With you!!"

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes gradually turned red, he gritted his teeth and turned his head away.The black clothes were flapping in the strong wind, but he didn't look at her.

Su Zhou picked up the speed, rose upwards, and rose between the clouds.

Some monks at the foot of the mountain were startled by this, and countless spells and treasures rushed towards Su Zhou.The millet boat made of the trunk of the old god tree stood firm like a wall of iron and steel.

"Don't go...don't go!"

The petite red shadow chased Su Zhou away in the long cold night, her voice became more and more mournful and high-pitched, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

The girl chased desperately, crying and begging.But the Su Zhou was getting farther and farther away, and the figure on the Su Zhou was getting smaller and smaller and blurred, and it was almost impossible to see clearly...

Until a certain moment, Yu Hongtang's spiritual energy was exhausted and she fell from midair.

She rolled twice in the gravel and mud in the mountains, her hands and feet were worn out, and her hair bun fell apart.

But she got up in the next moment, she spread her legs, ran hard against the mountain wind, and used the most clumsy way of ordinary people to chase a millet boat that didn't turn back.

"Come back, brother!! Don't leave me behind..."

With red eyes, Yu Hongtang cried fiercely into the sky:

"Brother, come back——!"

Finally, she ran out of strength.Yu Hongtang tripped over a tree root, fell forward, and rolled down a landslide in the mountains. When she got up again, her face was covered in dust, mud and sweat.

She heard the sound of the waves.

She actually fell in front of a cliff, and Yu Hongtang sat there kneeling with disheveled hair, bewilderedly seeing the waves of Linhai beating against the rocks unchanged year after year.

It was beginning to light up, and the dawn was rising over the sea.

Dawn illuminates the snow-white spray near the cliff, and the millet boat that turns into a small black spot in the distant sky.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The girl raised her head abruptly, and a heart-wrenching, unwilling cry burst out of her throat.

She bit her lip tightly, her jaw was full of blood.Yu Hongtang opened her tearful eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and the cold dawn was reflected in the girl's pupils.

All returned to silence.

In the next hundred years, the three brothers and sisters never got together again.

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Fang Zhiyuan finally left.

He was alone, holding Lin Lingqing, who had lost his mind, and carrying his calamity tooth knife, and took nothing else.

He kept secretly in Xuyun the Qiankun bag prepared for him by his juniors and sisters.At such a time, even a elixir or a magic weapon can save lives.

Now that the fairy world is in chaos, he dare not go to crowded places, so he chooses the dangerous places of barren mountains, old forests and canyons to find his way.If there is no way out, take a knife and cut a way out.

But even so, I would occasionally meet a monk, who would be murderous because he brought a fallen demon.

Whenever this time, it will inevitably be a fierce battle.

The days are getting more and more difficult day by day, as if everything has returned to the time when he hadn't met Lin Lingqing, and hadn't been brought into Xuyun.

At that time, Fang Zhiyuan was alone with a knife, groping forward with blood dripping in the deserted darkness.

It is always dangerous to be haunted by evil spirits, if one is not careful, there will be malice in the world to pierce him through.

Before I knew it, my body was covered with new wounds and old wounds.

It is the same today.

It's just that with Lin Lingqing around, he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

Unknowingly, the winter snow blows away the spring flowers.

January, March, June.

Six months, one year, two years.

Time changes in the illusion, Fang Zhiyuan always leads Lin Lingqing, as if wandering the world on the edge of the world and the underworld.

I don't know when, the black-clothed fairy with the long sword and the chain seems to be getting more and more vulnerable to injuries, and his body is getting weaker and weaker.

Also at the same time, under the scouring of the river of suffering, some sharp edges and corners on this person's body were silently polished to become quiet and introverted.

Fang Zhiyuan, he is clearly still so young, but there are already vicissitudes and dust between his brows that do not match his age.

If we talk about the boy who was once a disaster star, it is cold, it is fire, and it is spicy shochu.

But now this silent retrograde swordsman is like a deep pool of water, like a long lamp in the dark night, like old wine buried deep in the soil for many years.

sand……

Stepping on the weeds with vain footsteps, the dark water stains gradually blurred, and the dazzling red color showed its true shape only under the moonlight.

Fang Zhiyuan was drenched in blood, swayed back against an old tree, slid and sat down, covering his lips and coughing.

But by the moonlight above his head, it can be seen that he is smiling very faintly, and the eyebrows and lips are curved in a gentle arc.

"Master."

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were a little distracted, he wiped his hands on a corner of his clothes that was not stained with blood, and carefully reached out to rub Lin Lingqing's hair.

Then, he picked up Lin Lingqing's numb face and lifted it up a little, "Look, does the moon look good tonight?"

no answer.

Rao has been asking questions without answering for almost three years, and Fang Zhiyuan still can't help but look sad every time.

He used to be cold-hearted, and never bothered to look at the romance.

But Lin Lingqing liked it, he knew he liked it.

In the past, the little fairy in white from Xuyun Sifeng always used various methods to bother him from practicing swordsmanship, telling him to look at the flowers and the moon, which of course made him very annoyed.

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes gradually blurred, and he seemed to see the young and carefree Lin Lingqing sitting on the lotus lake bored, the wind blew his hairband, and the unparalleled young man smiled back at him:

"Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan, don't look at the knife. Look above your head, does the moon look good tonight?"

At that time, it was only ordinary, ordinary...

"...beautiful." Fang Zhiyuan coughed lightly, leaning against the old tree on a desolate moonlit night, his eyes were empty, "It's really...beautiful..."

Beside him, Lin Lingqing, who was restrained by the prisoner's soul lock, began to agitate again.He instinctively smelled the smell of blood in the air, tormented for a while, and suddenly a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and bit Fang Zhiyuan's wrist fiercely.

Spiritual veins also flow in the blood of monks, whether they are Yin demons or fallen demons, they always like to attack the big bloodlines to suck up the spiritual flow.

"Hiss," Fang Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, and then he smiled weakly, "Don't bite me, senior brother..."

But he just muttered something and didn't stop anything.

He was really too tired, he just had a fierce battle, and he didn't have the energy to toss any more.Brother, if you want to bite, you can bite it. Anyway, he is in the Nascent Soul Realm, with such small teeth, he can't bite him to death.

As for the blood, he had shed a lot tonight.Now it doesn't matter if you bleed more or less.

Fang Zhiyuan looked at Lin Lingqing quietly.

Although possessed and ignorant, Lin Lingqing didn't have a grim face when he bit his wrist.Still the beauty in white.

Fang Zhiyuan even felt that the appearance of the little brother trying to bite himself was a little cute, very cute.

Fang Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.

He thought he was finished, probably going crazy.

Under the moonlight, Fang Zhiyuan's eyelids gradually closed, he hugged Lin Lingqing who was biting his own flesh and plundering the spiritual flow, and fell asleep with his head down.