Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

The snow-white robe fluttered in the wind, and Lin Lingqing fell backwards.He fell into the fading skylight, looking from afar, he was as delicate as a newborn feather.

"—Your Majesty!!"

Lu Kuifu's eyes were almost red, he rushed forward like crazy, and hugged his master, "Your Majesty!?"

But Lin Lingqing closed his eyes and didn't respond, and his black hair was scattered on Lukuifu's shoulder.The color of his lips faded to almost pale, but the brows of Qingjuan relaxed in relief, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.

Rukuev only felt that the body between his arms was light and cold, and he couldn't help but feel even more flustered.Just as he was about to release his spiritual sense to investigate Lin Lingqing's situation, he suddenly heard a childish voice: "Your Majesty the Devil!?"

It was Ao Zhao who turned into a human body and jumped up from under the clouds in a panic.The little dragon shook Lin Lingqing's weakly hanging hand, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said with a sob in his mouth, "Your Majesty the Demon Monarch, you...you wake up...don't scare the little dragon..."

"..."

Lin Lingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her long eyebrows gradually frowned.He squeezed out a weak voice from his throat, "Don't be noisy..."

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty the Devil!?"

"...Yes, this is not the case," Lin Mojun was suffering from a terrible headache, and finally couldn't help opening half of his eyelids, and said angrily, "What are you calling, the lonely family is not in the sky yet..."

Lu Kuifu broke out in a cold sweat just now, and now he swallowed his heart in his throat, "Yes, yes, the minister lost his composure."

They are now in such a place above the wind and cloud, Lu Kuifu dare not ask Lin Lingqing to stand in the air by himself.Fortunately, Ao Zhao turned back into a dragon body with winking eyes, and Lei Qiong Xianshou carefully helped Lin Lingqing to sit on it, his nervous appearance was like holding a glass doll that would shatter when knocked.

On the contrary, Lin Lingqing smiled nonchalantly, covered his lips and coughed twice: "No need to do that. Zhiyuan is still waiting for me below. I know that, I can't die... and I can't bear to make someone a widow."

Ruquef shook his head and sighed.After returning, Ao Zhao was terrified, and immediately said: "Xiaolong will take you to find the master!"

But Lin Lingqing said: "Wait a minute, I still have a few words." His eyes turned to Lukuifu, slightly darkened, "Lei Qiong, how do you feel?"

Lu Kuifu's eyebrows sank, "Your Majesty asks your ministers?"

Lin Lingqing was sluggish, and he just said concisely: "Yin Qi."

"what……"

Immortal Lei Qiong belatedly raised his hands, and slowly raised them to his eyes, his face changed subtly.

Those hands were still holding the divine ax to fight against the Yin Qi just a moment ago, many places were bloody and bloody, and their muscles and bones were twisted by the huge force.

However, such injuries were not the reason for the fairy head's discoloration. Lukuifu could clearly see that strands of pale black yin energy were emerging uncontrollably from his palms.

... Sure enough, Yin Qi entered the body.

Lin Lingqing said in a deep voice: "Lei Qiong, you should know that yin and yang are difficult to tolerate. In my previous life, I have tossed about the method of yin and yang blending for decades, and now I am just getting a glimpse of the way. You look like this, you must hurry back and get rid of the intruder. The yin qi dyed in the meridians and dantian is forced out of the body. If it is delayed any longer, the realm of crossing the catastrophe period will be lost again."

But Lukuifu left without worrying, and hurriedly said: "I'm fine! I will escort you back to Liuhuazhou first, and then..."

Before the words fell, a shocking change occurred!

Under the clouds, a gust of yin qi, which is extremely familiar to Moxiu, soared into the sky, causing the trees to rustle wildly and a large number of birds to fly.

Where Yin Qi is rampant, even that small piece of white cloud is stirred into a black stream.Looking at its direction, it is coming from Ziwei Pavilion—or Shanhai Xingchen Terrace.

Ao Zhao was startled: "Ah!? Why are you here again?"

"Not good," Lukuifu turned around abruptly, "Such a frenzied flow of yin energy, I'm afraid Son Ziwei is possessed by a demon!"

Immediately, he put his hands on the handle of the ax again, raised his legs and was about to rush towards the direction of Shanhai Xingchentai.

Lin Lingqing's eyes were quick, and he grabbed it. "Thunder Vault!"

He calmly said, "You don't need to worry about it here, go back to Jingui Palace to retreat and adjust your breathing, maybe you can keep your cultivation. Go quickly."

"Your Majesty, Rong Chen said it bluntly!" Lukuifu was so anxious that he was about to half-kneel immediately, "The Son of Jinaji is the No. Hurting people and killing people, Ziwei Pavilion is afraid that blood will flow like a river!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Ningqing's face did not change.

"Do you want to talk about this?"

The Demon Lord said lightly, "It was I who asked Jina to stay at Shanhai Xingchen Terrace, can I not make up my mind in the morning?"

Lu Kuifu was really stunned at this moment, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that your lord, even this layer is also arranged?"

Lin Lingqing just said calmly: "Don't ask. Since you still call me Junshang, just listen to me and go back."

Rukuev's face was completely filled with emotion.

He finally clasped his fists and bowed deeply: "...Yes."

……

On the platform of mountains, seas and stars, the aura of heaven and earth was disordered and rioted.

At the time when the clouds were clearing and the sun was rising, it was sunny after the rain, and the thin rain had just brushed over the hearts of people who were still in shock.

And the dark stream of Yin Qi rising from the ground in an instant on the Xingchen Platform was so brightly exposed to the daylight that everyone had to face the cold reality—the sky crack just now was not an illusion.

"Oops, oops..." Shentu Linchun gritted his teeth, he rushed to Ziwei Pavilion at the peak of his skills, the scenery on both sides turned into afterimages, and the sound of the wind whistled past his ears.

If Ji was brought into the demon like this, the consequences would be disastrous.

Needless to say, the casualties of Ziwei Pavilion disciples that will inevitably appear; even the holy son Jina himself, as long as he starts killing madly, the only thing waiting for him in the end is to be beheaded by the immortals as a demon!

Shentu vaguely remembered that Lin Lingqing attached great importance to this Son of Ziwei.If Jina dies, Your Majesty's life will be difficult...

Far away, in the deep forest of Hanshan Mountain, a large group of disciples of Ziwei Pavilion dressed in purple, gathered under the stage of Shanhai Xingchen in astonishment and bewilderment.

"Am I having a nightmare?"

"This, this is not true..."

These disciples who think they are in charge of the numerology of the stars have always behaved in a noble manner, and they usually write their non-human fireworks on their faces in every move.

However, at this time, when they looked up in a daze, the fear that emerged from everyone's heart was obviously the same as that of ordinary monks.

Finally someone spoke dryly:

"Ji Shengzi..."

"Is that really Ji Shengzi!?"

On the Xingchen Stage, the Nine Turns Soul Extinguishing Formation had already completed its mission, and disappeared with the soul of the Outer God that day.

Now on the high platform that attracts the stars.

There is only one person left.

Jina was dressed in a loose purple robe, and stood stiffly on the platform of mountains and seas and stars, her face was blank and her eyes were blank, obviously she had lost her mind.

He exuded a huge Yin Qi from top to bottom, and the coercion was clearly no longer a golden elixir, but directly reached the realm of the Nascent Soul.

The cold black air covered his numb face. From a distance, he looked like a demon made of Yin Qi. Where could he find half of the holy and gentle color of the past?

"A bunch of idiots!!"

Shentu Linchun finally arrived. He was anxious and angry, and roared at the group of Ziwei Pavilion disciples who had gathered under the Xingchen Stage and looked up blankly, "A person possessed by demons is equal to a Yin demon! Hurry up and wait!" Are you about to be bitten off by your ferocious Holy Son!?"

"Run fast - run!!"

Unexpectedly, when the little demon boy roared out, he was stunned.

It was also at the moment when he followed the breath of Yin Qi and personally came to the Shanhai Xingchen Stage, Shentu Linchun blinked and saw the scene on the Xingchen Stage again——

On the high platform, there was indeed only Jina alone.

However, on the long, long star staircase that connects the floating Star Terrace to the ground...

There was another figure in a black shirt.

Shentu Linchun opened his mouth and lost his voice, he couldn't believe his eyes, "How could it be—"

It was Fang Zhiyuan.

Fang Zhiyuan folded his arms around the knife, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips stretched into a slender straight line.

He walked up step by step on the star ladder, his eyes were cold, and a few strands of hair around his ears were shaking with his movements.

The evil star of the yin and fate walked towards the bewitched son of Ziwei.

He walked so steadily, so calmly.

Shentu Linchun's mind suddenly became confused, why is Fang Zhiyuan here! ?

Ji Ruomo is already like a ferocious beast, if this person is injured, then he, he, he——

Several streamers of light flashed across the sky one after another, and each figure stepped on a long sword or law enforcement weapon, standing in the air.It was those powerful people gathered in Liuhua Continent who were startled by Ji Naomi's yin qi riot, and now they finally arrived.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the world held its breath.

The moment Fang Zhiyuan stepped onto the Mountain Sea and Star Terrace, Jina, who had been in a frozen state, suddenly turned her head, blood and murderous intent flashed in her eyes!

A powerful monk in the air was shocked and shouted: "That kid! It's dangerous, come down quickly—"

It's too late.

There was never any warning when the Fallen fell into trouble. Jina stomped hard, and the Yin energy exploded, cracks spread in the Star Terrace, and dust and smoke flew everywhere!

In the next moment, the purple-robed figure of the Holy Son had disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared on top of Fang Zhiyuan's head. The yin energy in his hand condensed into sharp claws, and frantically pulled out towards the heart of the evil star.

The murderous intent is revealed, and the dead end is over.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhiyuan lowered his head.

In the shadows, he coldly pulled the corner of his mouth, sighed softly and muttered: "...So it was for you again."

All right, I understand.

Senior brother left him because of this time.

Fang Zhiyuan wanted to grind his teeth angrily.

Why on earth does Lin Lingqing take this holy son so seriously! ?

Although it is his own chicken now, but at this time, he still can't help being jealous to death.

"Fang Zhiyuan, why is he not moving!?"

"No, it's too late—"

With one move, Jina was close to the goal, so fast that people were caught off guard.Some Ziwei Pavilion disciples under the Xingchen Stage closed their eyes, and even the powerful people who had just arrived from all around couldn't save them——

It seemed that the evil star who was just about to emerge was about to die in this accident.

Clang! ——

There was a crisp sound that almost pierced the eardrum.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, only to see Fang Zhiyuan advancing instead of retreating, raising his saber to fight up.The sharp and cold Yin Qi collided with Huang Yang's blade, sparks flew around, and the blade sang!

There was an uproar under the Xingchen stage!

Almost everyone looked up and opened their eyes at the same moment, their faces full of shock.

"My senior brother said..."

Fang Zhiyuan spoke suddenly.

He raised his head amidst the scattered sparks, his eyes were like cold blades, and fell on the face of the unconscious Jina through Huang Yang's flowing dark golden flame-like blade.

"This time... no one will die, no one will be enchanted!"

A maddened smile suddenly appeared on Fang Zhiyuan's lips, and with a low shout, he actually bounced Jina a few steps away with only his strength!

"That's my senior brother."

"I can't let him slip up."