Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Fang Zhiyuan didn't answer.

The cold wind on the Shanhai Xingchen Terrace messed up the broken hair on his forehead. When Fang Zhiyuan looked at Lin Lingqing, a fleeting look of pain flashed in his usually hard eyes.He clenched his fingers tightly in his cuffs, and his voice was hoarse: "The sky is about to split, you want to go up alone and let me watch from the ground?"

The situation on the Xingchen Stage was changing, and the darkness was getting heavier and heavier, almost covering Lin Lingqing's white robe.

Lin Lingqing held Jina aside and straightened his back.A calm look appeared on his cold face, "That's right."

"I'm a demon cultivator, so it's natural for me to block the yin energy; but if an accident really happens, neither Lei Qiong nor I can stop the disaster... There must be a reborn person to help everyone control the situation."

In the previous life, at least the Immortal World had been prepared for three years, and the Spirit Pagoda held most of the yin energy.

But this fairy disaster in this life came too fast, too unprepared.

Who would have expected that the sky was still warm and clear one moment, and the sky was dark the next.Judging from the current situation of the frightened and rioting monks in Liuhuazhou, once the yin qi descends and the situation gets out of control, the casualties will definitely far exceed those in previous lives.

Lin Lingqing said calmly: "Huangyang, you have to stay."

What he said was Huang Yang.

I am the Demon Lord, and I will go to block the Yin Qi.

You are the head of the fairy, and you stay in the world of protecting the fairy.

This is the best choice.

Fang Zhiyuan shook his head slowly, and said coldly: "Lin Lingqing, why should I listen to you."

He raised an eyebrow and sneered with a bit of hostility: "I saved your life, why do you ask me to let you die alone?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Lingqing lowered his head and smiled, "Death? How dare I."

The smile contained a bit of helplessness as he sank in the darkness, "You put down the Fate Soul Formation for me, isn't it just for this time?"

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan was startled, and remembered belatedly.

What is caring leads to chaos, this is it.

He was made to feel bad by Lin Lingqing's resolute and lonely appearance.He even forgot about the fate-bearing soul formation.

Lin Lingqing walked towards Ao Zhao, stroked the scales of the five-clawed golden dragon, and suddenly turned over and stepped onto the dragon's back.He turned back to Fang Zhiyuan and said, "I'm not dead."

"No one will die, no one will be enchanted."

Lin Lingqing looked at Fang Zhiyuan firmly and said, "Trust me."

Jina looked at him complicatedly.

At this moment when the safety of the Three Realms was hanging by a thread, from the face of the still young Ziwei Shengzi, the panic and anxiety of imminent disaster could not be seen unexpectedly.

It's just that there is less disgust and hatred in the eyes looking at the devil, but too many subtle emotions are mixed.

Fang Zhiyuan took a step forward: "Then what are you going to do?"

Lin Lingqing raised his hand, slipped out a slender index finger from his cuff, and pointed at the sky.

The sky was cloudless, and the darkness was lifeless.

Only that part of the finger was thin and soft, white and clean, as if it would be broken if he tried hard.

This gesture is too familiar, and the old memories come rushing in with the residual heat of the light from more than a hundred years ago.Fang Zhiyuan almost thought that this person was going to say: I will kill a star for you.

Lin Lingqing said: "The sky is about to collapse, I'll make it up for him."

It was as if the river of time of more than a hundred years had rushed back, gathering all of them in the corners of his slender eyes.

When the demon uttered wild words indifferently, he still looked like the most chic and unparalleled little fairy in white clothes in Xuyun in a trance.

Fang Zhiyuan couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He asked, "When you finish making up, will you come back safely?"

Lin Lingqing replied: "I will."

Fang Zhiyuan closed his eyes and turned around.

He didn't stop it, just acquiesced.

Lin Lingqing turned his eyes and held the dragon's horn in his hand: "Zhaoer, take me away."

Ao Zhao roared brightly.

The golden dragon carried Lin Lingqing, and instantly turned against the wind into the sky.

……

Between the pagodas, a thunderbolt was falling.

The golden-eyed monk in white clothes was thrown several feet away by Lei Qiong's axe, with blood spraying from his mouth, and crashed down between the broken walls of the collapsed pagoda.

He was dying, with bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he held his head up and smiled, showing his madness, "Hahahaha, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt! Cough cough... You can give me a few more axes to tickle me!"

Lukuifu's face was as heavy as ice, and lightning flashed from the giant ax in his raised palm, and a stern light flashed from top to bottom.

The sky and the earth were reflected brightly for a moment.After the thunder light dissipated, the golden-eyed monk was smashed deep into the ruins, and half of his body was bloody.But the man was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still said frantically: "Okay, okay! Come! Come again!"

Dozens of monks stood under the clouds in the distance, all of them were in a state of anxiety, but they were helpless in the face of this crazy stranger.

The leader, Mu Hong Yujian volleyed in the air, and said anxiously: "Your Honor!"

The golden-eyed cultivator seemed happy and angry, and with blood spurting from his mouth, he laughed and said, "It's ridiculous that an ant mantis is like a car and wants to go against the gods. It seems that you will not know how to serve the gods until the end of the day!"

A Great Elder of Ziwei Pavilion opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't help talking to himself: "Where did this madman come from, and he pretends to be a true god..."

This group of monks who came up with the fairy head are all powerful people who can be called the mainstay of the fairy world, and the weakest ones have the cultivation base of Nascent Soul.

But it is such a fairy, facing this golden-eyed person at this time, everyone feels trembling in their hearts.

Claiming to be a god, he behaves strangely.

Attacked the pagoda without warning, not even afraid of death.

In other words, when facing the Immortal Head of Lei Qiong, whose cultivation base is better than his, this person not only shows no fear at all, but shows some kind of contempt in his words... This is already weird enough.

Rukuev looked down, his eyes seemed to be able to see the panic atmosphere in Liuhua Continent through the clouds, and saw the people who were helpless and frightened.

He said to the immortals in a deep voice: "You all go down later."

"Everyone has protected the disciples under the sect, and those who have spare energy will also protect the casual cultivators. Here...you can't get in."

Everyone looked at each other, anxious and unwilling, but there was no other way.

Mu Hong's eyebrows twitched, he gritted his teeth secretly and bowed: "...Yes, I would like to follow the order of the Immortal Head."

In terms of cultivation and status, Patriarch Baihuang is considered the highest among the crowd. Mu Hong waved to the monks and said, "Everyone, I will return! Don't let Liuhuazhou mess up first."

Before the words finished, Mu Hong's expression changed.Hearing the whistling of the wind below, all the monks turned their heads in unison, and a golden line suddenly appeared in the clouds, which grew rapidly from bottom to top.

Someone said in surprise: "That is..."

Before the sound of the word "yes" dissipated, the huge dragon body circled up, and the golden scales carried the wind and clouds past everyone's eyes.

Many people couldn't help blinking vigorously, just now they vaguely felt a piece of white clothes flashing past, and when they came back to their senses, they could only see the dragon's tail going away.

Lin Lingqing and the silver sword in his white robe, and the golden dragon ascending to the sky alone.

It was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

"...Your Majesty the Demon Lord." Jin Long Ao Zhao whispered, "It's... a bit dark and cold here."

Its voice became smaller: "Is what you just told the master true? That is, the sentence that you will not die?"

Lin Lingqing said warmly: "Of course."

Ao Zhao said: "You have to keep your word. If you have any troubles, the master will really not be able to bear it. He will go crazy."

Lin Lingqing thought to himself: How could I not know.

How crazy Fang Zhiyuan can be because of him, he has already seen it in the illusion of the heart-confusing demon.

There was an explosion in my ears.Lin Lingqing raised his head, just in time to see that a large part of the pagoda collapsed, and the rubble fell from mid-air, and flames burst out when they brushed against the clouds, which faintly overlapped with the scene of the previous life.

Just when the golden dragon was about to come to Lukuifu's side, Lin Lingqing's eyes moved, and a sense of ominousness crept into his heart.

He slammed down the dragon's horn, "Zhaoer, stop!"

The next moment, the golden-eyed stranger, who was slanted in the ruins of the spiritual pagoda, was covered in blood and had only one breath left. The meridians all over his body emitted white light, which seemed to be a sign of self-destruction.

The golden-eyed man grinned, his eyes gleaming with dazzling light, "Even though my body is dead, my soul will never die... so that you can enjoy the yin energy bestowed upon you by the gods."

He laughed again: "Hahahaha!! Hahahahaha——"

Amidst the wild laughter of the man with golden eyes, he exploded himself to pieces, and the explosion created a huge force and gust of wind.The three spiritual pagodas burst open and collapsed completely!

At the same time, only a strange sound was heard, and a huge crack was completely opened in the sky.It was as if the condescending and watching eye had opened...

The black Yin Qi was rolling over the gap, and the cold air froze in an instant so that fine frost formed between the clouds. The black Yin Qi flowed slowly in the sky like a river, and it was about to fall down at any time.

This scene was witnessed by countless people in the entire fairy world.

Six Huazhou, in Jingui Palace.

"This will become like this..."

"What the hell happened?"

The young people who had just come out of the fantasy world all looked up at the sky, their anxiety palpable.

Shentu Linchun's face turned pale: "It's over..."

……

Taiqing Island, the Four Peaks of Xuyun.

The strong wind blew up and set off wild waves in Linhai.

The girl in the red dress sits on the cliff and looks at the sea.The waves were too big, and they rushed onto her tender lotus-like feet, as if they would sweep this weak girl away at any moment.

There was no fear on the girl's face, Yu Hongtang propped her cheeks and stared in the direction of Liuhuazhou.

"Little brown sugar—"

"Little Brown Tang—Junior Sister Yu—!!"

Someone was calling her in the distance.

Yu Hongtang stood up, her slender and soft body was wrapped in red clothes, and the red clothes were torn by the strong wind.

Xun Mingsi, Ye Huaguo and Song Youdu ran up the cliff, protecting the little junior sister, "Little Brown Tang!"

Ye Huaguo was so anxious that her eyes were almost red, and she said angrily, "Little Brown Tang! How can you run around in such a frightening weather! We have been looking for it for a long time!"

Yu Hongtang lowered her eyes sullenly: "I miss my brothers. It's getting dark and I'm not going home yet."

The wind became more and more urgent, and the huge waves slammed on the shore.Xun Mingsi looked up at the black crack in the sky, his lips turned white, and said softly, "The sky has changed..."

Song Youdu suddenly said: "Senior brother, I'll go pick them up."

Xun Mingsi closed his eyes hard and said, "No."

Song Youdu insisted: "No matter how strong the wind is, it will be difficult for Su Zhou to sail, and it will be too late to go."

It will be too late, not just because of the wind.

Song Youdu's tone was flat and his words were cryptic, but none of these people could not understand what he meant.

In case Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan were in danger abroad, this delay might not be enough time to pick them up safely.

After pondering for a while, Xun Mingsi shook his head.

He said: "Now the two brothers are not here, listen to me."

The warm and jade-like voice became decisive, "Senior brother, there is no contact. If there is a vision on the ground today, the first thing we need to do is to take care of ourselves."

Xun Ming said thoughtfully: "To open the Great Formation of Qian Kun Gui Yuan to the ninth level of power, there is no need to be stingy with Lingshi. All the disciples of Xu Yun's outer sect have entered the mountain, and they are not allowed to go out until the two senior brothers return."

"For the rest, I went to see Master and asked what Master meant."

……

Zhisong Academy.

In front of the desk, two men dressed as literati sat facing each other.The tea soup in the tea cup trembled, and the tea leaves shook like a boat in the waves.

The scholar in the gray gown looked at the sky: "Golden Osmanthus Palace, I should have gone there. Dean."

The scholar in the white gown sighed: "Your wounds haven't healed yet, so what if you go away?" He stood up, "I'm afraid there will be chaos outside, so I'll go and tell the students, stay in the academy and don't move around. "

The white-shirted scholar opened the door and went out.

The gray-shirted scholar sighed, and drank the remaining tea in one gulp.

……

In the northwest, somewhere on a deserted dry road.

As soon as the black donkey's hooves stopped, Sword God Ye Fu turned his head and looked at the sky.

His hand was silently touching his unsheathed sword.

……

The boundary between the monster domain and the human race, and the three thousand miles of land that the Senluo River flows through are all within the reach of the Senluo Stone Palace.

The dimly lit hall is studded with dazzling gemstones.On the high seat, the glamorous girl with long black hair reaching her waist was pale and muttered to herself:

"The sky is cracked, and the evil is approaching... If the western monsters riot because of this, the disciples of the Senluo Stone Palace will surely die..."

"The golden boy has not returned, what should I do..."

The girl covered her face with her hands, only her ten fingernails painted with red crystals were shining in the darkness, "...Sister."

……

At the southern end of the Immortal Realm, somewhere in Yanghe Continent.

A lazy voice sounded, "It seems that I should go."

There was another voice laughing, and at the same time there was the sound of pouring wine: "Why, isn't it good here? There are beauties, fine wine, gold, silver and jewels. You can get whatever you want."

"Yeah, your place is really good, no wonder the little demon boy was once tricked by you."

The lazy voice said, it sounded a bit indistinguishable, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, "But after all, I am the king's left guard, if I give too much limelight to that reckless Rukuev, I really don't care. How happy."

Another voice said: "It's a pity, Mr. Chai drank this glass of wine, and I'm toasting you as a farewell wine."

Following the words, there was the sound of the wine glass being pushed over, followed by the sound of the wine glass being knocked down with a wave of the sleeve, and the sound of falling to the ground and shattering.

"Chi." The lazy voice also laughed.

"You are too sinister, I dare not drink this wine."

……

In Liuhua Continent, the flow of people turned into a chaotic sea.

The huge crack in the sky and the coldness coming from it made it look like an opened gate of hell.

Mu Qingxue pushed the crowd, she was afraid of hurting people and dared not use the sword too fast, so she just stood half in the air, looking around anxiously: "Zun...Fang Zhiyuan!!"

"Fang Zhiyuan——!"

She yelled over and over again, looking for her previous master.

My heart is already burning.

Chaos, all chaos.It won't take long, and once the Yin Qi arrives, a large number of monks will be possessed by demons again.

Now only a few of their reborn people can control the situation this morning, and it is possible to minimize the damage...

But where is the head?

Could it be that he hasn't returned yet, and is still approaching the place of Yin Qi...

Suddenly, Mu Qingxue's eyes lit up.

She saw a familiar figure in black.

Fang Zhiyuan was standing on the golden eaves of the north attic of Jingui Palace, looking up at the sky quietly.He was like a cold knife, stuck in the turbulent waves, no matter how frightened the crowd was, he remained motionless.

"Your Honor!" Mu Qingxue jumped behind Fang Zhiyuan, and said urgently, "You can't stay here for long, my father is already leading the monks to withdraw into the defensive circle of the Golden Osmanthus Palace, you follow Xuehuang quickly..."

Fang Zhiyuan said: "Wait a little longer."

Mu Qingxue asked in surprise, "What?"

Fang Zhiyuan said: "No one will die, no one will become enchanted."

Mu Qingxue was stunned for a moment, she doubted her ears.

"Someone said to mend the sky," Fang Zhiyuan folded his arms indifferently, with a sulky arc on the corner of his lips, "I'd like to see how he mends it."

As he spoke, Fang Zhiyuan slowly raised his head under Mu Qingxue's unbelievable gaze.

Rolling thick clouds fell into the dark pupils, and black air whizzed through the cracks.Looking up along the fallen wreckage, what I saw were three spiritual pagodas where even the last piece of wreckage had collapsed.

as well as.

After the spiritual pagoda was completely destroyed, beams of purple light as thin as silk came out from the place where the original core of the spiritual pagoda was.

Mu Qingxue was shocked: "What is this!?"

just……

Obviously not yet!

Above the sky, the light seemed to have been hiding in the pagoda for too long, and it couldn't wait to spread outward from the three cores, interweave, and merge into formations at a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to catch.

The continuously flickering purple light, like fireflies on a summer night, like stars in the sky, echoes with the mountains, seas and stars from afar.

The long thread woven of purple star patterns finally fell downwards.

It fell into a pair of soft white palms on the Star Terrace.

The mountain, sea and star stage was peaceful. Jina had closed her eyes and sat cross-legged for a long time. At this moment, she ruthlessly pulled the silk thread in her hand, and the formation was tightened into shape!

Suddenly, there was a scream from high above.

"what--!!!"

Liuhuazhou was silent.

The fleeing monk froze at this moment, staring at the sky in a daze.

In the sky, there was a purple cage of light nets.

Zisi tightened her grip, and what appeared in the middle was the soul of the golden-eyed stranger who was constantly distorted by the intense pain!

After the golden-eyed king Zhe died, Lu Kuifu couldn't find his soul no matter what.

But at this moment, the soul of the golden-eyed man was actually trapped in this radiant air formation, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.

I don't know who was the first to gently say:

"It's Ziwei Pavilion's star formation technique..."

On the ground of Liuhuazhou, Mu Hong grabbed an elder of Ziwei Pavilion: "What kind of formation is that! What did you Ziwei Pavilion plant in the spiritual pagoda!?"

Unexpectedly, such a sudden reversal, the elder had been stunned for a long time, and now he finally took a closer look, and couldn't help exclaiming in a trembling voice: "This is! Nine-turn...Nine-turn soul-killing formation!"

Ziwei Pavilion, which has been passed down for a long time, has been transformed into the ultimate array set up to eliminate evil spirits; once the soul falls into it, it will never be able to escape the trapped soul array!

The elder immediately burst into tears, and tremblingly said: "The Holy Son actually hid the nine-turn soul-killing array in the spiritual tower..."

On the Star Stage, Jina suddenly opened her eyes.

He held the formation with both palms, and with the help of the mountains, seas and stars, he tore down the formation and the soul of the golden-eyed man in one fell swoop!

The Holy Son's eyes lit up: "I've caught you!"

……

Tens of thousands of feet above the ground, Lin Lingqing sat quietly on the back of the golden dragon, staring at all this with eyes belonging to the emperor.

Lu Kuifu stood beside him with an ax in his hand, his eyes widened, he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say: "Ah, this, this, this... Was it arranged by Your Majesty Ling Ji Shengzi?"

"It seems."

Lin Lingqing closed his eyes and said softly, "I won the bet."

Ah Yuan, look.

I won.