ghost master

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Han Lin looked up at the cloud layer that was shining with blue and white lightning, and said solemnly to the two people around him: "Stay away from me, otherwise the thunder will accidentally hurt you when it falls."

After he finished speaking, he put Chaotian into the spirit beast bottle, and the spirit beast would not be of much help to those who crossed the robbery, and would only be injured by the sky thunder when released.

Fairy Zishan's face was ugly, her hands were covering her chest, and she felt uncomfortable all over. The spiritual pressure in the center of the thunderstorm was getting bigger and bigger, causing the spiritual power in her body to become disordered, causing the meridians all over her body to tingle and even burst sign.

Lin Xiyuan also felt unwell, but he was almost at the late stage of Nascent Soul, and he had ventured into the spiritual world where the spiritual pressure was greater, so he didn't feel pain in his meridians, but he couldn't stay any longer.

"Fairy Zishan, let's go." Lin Xiyuan thoughtfully reached out to help the woman who was standing unsteadily, and then looked worriedly at Han Lin: "Be careful yourself, don't be too impulsive."

"I know." Han Lin nodded calmly. Although it was unexpected to cross the tribulation with Han Yang at the same time, he had already made all the plans before coming here.

Lin Xiyuan took Fairy Zishan away, but turned around before flying far, and threw something over: "Go on."

Han Lin took it, and the thing in his hand was a transparent bead, exuding a peaceful atmosphere. It turned out that Lin Xiyuan had refined another Ice Soul Bead for him.

Han Lin's heart warmed, and he took out the original bead: "I already have it."

"So you still keep it, but you should use the new one." Lin Xiyuan instructed, and then helped Fairy Zishan to leave the Thunder Tribulation Center in a hurry.

Han Lin then put the two beads into his body, then looked at the mountain not far away, and saw the man in black standing in the pavilion looking at him with a smile.

Han Lin narrowed his eyes, looked up at the increasingly raging thundercloud, and then rushed towards the man without hesitation.

A long sword exuding a cold air appeared in Han Lin's hands. The strong wind blew his white hair, and the white light flashed, and the whole world exploded with a "boom".

"Ahhh——" Fairy Zishan clasped her arms tightly and screamed. The spiritual power in her body was completely out of control under the shock of the sky thunder, and it ran wildly in her body, so that she spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Xiyuan hugged her and turned her head in shock. The two figures, one white and one black, had collided together, and the two spiral thunderclouds above their heads were also merging into one!

Such a mess!Lin Xiyuan gritted her teeth, picked up Fairy Zishan and fled Baili at the fastest speed before she was also affected, and those Nascent Soul monks who came to wait and see the battle also retreated with fear, for fear that she would also end up in purple Fairy Shan ended up like that.

"This... the spiritual pressure is so strong!" An old man said fearfully, looking at the area where the thunder started to fall with his eyes wide open.

"I didn't expect Xue Zun and that demon to cross the catastrophe at the same time!" Another Nascent Soul cultivator frowned: "This is too much of a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence, it's God's will!" Daoist Tianji also followed, and he said solemnly with a whisk in his hand: "The way of heaven is protecting this world! A monk at the stage of transforming gods can turn clouds and rain, and a cultivator at the stage of transforming demons can overwhelm mountains and seas. A collision is enough to destroy the world! That’s why the Dao of Heaven can’t tolerate it! That’s why they sent down the Thunder Tribulation before they started fighting to stop them!”

The top monks who gathered together felt that what he said was reasonable. Some Buddhist monks sacrificed golden bowls and turned them into shields to protect them. Other monks also sacrificed their own magic weapons to strengthen their protection. A female monk Then he flew to Lin Xiyuan and asked, "How is Fairy Zishan?"

"I fed her a elixir and let her sleep for the time being." Lin Xiyuan said, feeling a little guilty: "She has only been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage for a few years, and she was close to the center of the Heavenly Tribulation just now, so she fell in the sky. I lost control of my spiritual power in an instant, if only I could take her away earlier."

"Cultivator Lin, don't blame yourself. In the final analysis, Xue Zun is too reckless." The female monk thought about whether the man and the woman would marry each other, so she took Fairy Zishan from Lin Xiyuan's hands to take care of her.

"Yeah, he...was too reckless." Lin Xiyuan sighed and looked towards the center of the thunderstorm, which was full of wind and clouds, lightning and thunder.

There, two figures were fighting fiercely.

"Oh, do you want to kill me that much?" Han Yang smiled, dodging Han Lin's stabbing sword neatly, but a thunderbolt took the opportunity to strike at him, making Han Yang's movements pause .

Han Lin took the opportunity to raise his sword to attack again, but another thunderbolt hit him directly, forcing Han Lin to stop to block the falling thunder.

At this time, thunderbolts, large and small, kept falling. Looking around, there were dozens of thunderbolts flickering around the two of them, and these thunderbolts were just a prelude. The real sky thunder was still accumulating the power of a fatal blow in the spiral cloud eyes.

We have to make a quick decision before the thunder falls! Han Lin's deep amber eyes flashed a cold light, and his white figure was like a ghost with many afterimages all the way around several thunders, and he arrived at Han Yang in the blink of an eye. in front of!

Han Yang was taken aback, but he reacted very quickly and raised his sword to block in front of him. At the same time, he sent a lotus lantern, and saw red flames gushing out from the lamp, turning into a huge wall of fire to force Han Lin to retreat. .

Han Lin's expression was indifferent, and the hand holding the long sword drew a circle in the air in front of him. Hundreds of sharp ice cones formed a long row, and shot towards the approaching wall of fire, cutting off the wall of fire. For a moment, the wall of fire disintegrated into thousands of flames, and the ice cone that Han Lin had transformed also melted under the powerful heat wave.

"It's a good one to break the surface!" Han Yang praised, dodging a thunderbolt, then raised the corner of his mouth, and counterattacked with a sharp sword: "Reciprocity, take my move!"

Han Lin stared at the opponent carefully and was about to receive the move, but saw flames continuously bursting out from the lotus lantern. In just one second, dozens of huge fireballs formed in the air, and a ball of flames also burst out from Han Yang's body. , I saw those fireballs gathered together and then scattered suddenly. Where is Han Yang in the sky?

"Brother, can you guess where I am?" Han Yang's voice came from all directions, full of joy.

Han Yang used this trick with Han Lin a long time ago. Han Lin couldn't tell which fireball he was hiding in, so he split them one by one to find them, making Han Yang laugh at him for being too rigid.

"There is no one like you. I would rather split one by one from left to right than guess." At that time, Han Yang laughed and came out of the fireball, and he was directly opposite Han Lin: "I It's right in front of your eyes."

Memories flooded his head, Han Lin felt a pain in his heart, and with red eyes, he slashed at the fireball directly opposite him:

"Don't call me brother!"

The cold sword energy split the fireball, and the flames scattered like withered flowers, revealing the smiling but sad man inside.

"you guessed right."

Han Lin's body trembled slightly, and he didn't know if he was too angry or moved by old feelings, but he quickly adjusted his mood. Just when he was about to attack again, he suddenly noticed something and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Han Yang also raised his head. It turned out that the two hurricane eyes were completely fused together, and the two thunderballs in the center rotated with each other in the momentum of Taiji gossip, and then split a golden thunderbolt at the two of them!

Han Lin frowned. Having survived a catastrophe once, he knew that this real thunder could not be avoided by any means, so he raised his sword to the sky and used the offensive to break the thunder.

Two golden beams of light hit the heads of the two of them almost at the same time, and the people watching from a distance were shocked and tensed at the same time. They might not be able to resist such a powerful force of heaven and earth for a second, but Xue Zun and the demon Can the head survive?

It was just a few seconds, but it lasted like years, and then a golden beam of light dissipated first, and Han Lin, who was slightly pale, appeared in the sight of everyone panting slightly.

call.Almost everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked at another beam of light. It took another three or four seconds for the beam of light to dissipate. The man in black knelt on the ground in a bit of a state of embarrassment, his clothes were all torn. .

The people watching in the protective barriers smiled, "It seems that Xue Zun is better, it seems that this time I will be lucky enough to see the immortal ascending."

"No." Lin Xiyuan's face was sullen, and she didn't feel much relaxed in her heart: "Although Han Lin has survived a catastrophe and accumulated experience, this catastrophe is different from all catastrophes in history. Some people crossed the catastrophe at the same time as others, so no one knows what will happen next."

Everyone felt that what he said was reasonable, so they watched intently again.

In the center of the thunderstorm, Han Lin adjusted his breath calmly. This was just the first thunderstorm, and there were eight more thunderstorms behind, and one was more powerful than the other.

Lin Xiyuan's worry was right, the thunder this time was different from the ones he had crossed before. Not only was it stronger in intensity, but there was also a warning message in it!

Sure enough, it was the will of heaven to cross the catastrophe at the same time. If it wasn't for these thunders that kept falling, with his and Han Yang's current cultivation base, if they let go of their hands and feet and fought, the world would probably be shaken.

The first sky thunder this time is equivalent to the third one... the intensity has more than doubled.Han Lin looked up at the sky, and the two Thunder Eyes in the middle of the spiral cloud were still spinning around each other and began to accumulate a thunderbolt, which seemed to be boosted by another Thunder Eye.

If the increase continues like this, I'm afraid he won't even be able to withstand half of the sky thunder! But... Han Lin looked at Han Yang who was not far away, and already thought of a way to solve this fatal situation.

As long as one of them dies first, the Thunder Eye belonging to the other party will dissipate, and Lei Jie will no longer be affected by the increase.

Han Lin lowered his face, and decisively rushed towards Han Yang with his sword in his hand, deciding to kill him in one fell swoop before he recovered!

It's over! It's over!

Han Lin attacked Han Yang with determination. The man kneeling on one knee had already expected his actions, so he rolled over in a thrilling way. The sword cut the shoulder.

"Haha... I really don't show mercy at all." Han Yang put his hand on his injured shoulder and smiled wryly. He only felt that the cold air was constantly invading from the wound into his body, so he had to mobilize his spiritual power to get rid of the cold poison.

Han Lin knew that his body was paralyzed by Tianlei, so he slowed down his movements. In fact, he was also affected, but... he got used to it.

When he was still in the body of a ghost, he was frequently paralyzed by Wang Xiaopang, and because he was a soul body, his sensitivity was even higher than that of a physical body, so now this bit of paralysis is really nothing.

If Wang Xiaopang calls, every time he is paralyzed with pain, the pain reaches his soul and heart.

"There is no need to show mercy to you." Han Lin said coldly, and stabbed Han Yang with another sword: "When you assassinated me while I was crossing the catastrophe, did you ever show mercy?"

Han Yang became more and more embarrassed. He knew that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to him, but he still smiled there: "I didn't show you mercy, but... there are regrets."

Han Lin, who was about to swing the third sword, paused. Seeing this, the smile in Han Yang's eyes deepened, and he stopped avoiding, and said slowly: "Do you know how much psychological work I did for myself to kill you? I forced I believe that I am jealous of you, jealous of your talent, jealous of your luck, forcing myself to think that blood relationship is higher than brotherhood, after all, people only have one father, but they can have many brothers, and I force myself to hate you, Even if all I can think of in my head is your good... but I was in a position to force myself to do this, do you understand?"

Han Lin listened silently, without saying a word, and then raised the sword in his hand again, but Han Yang continued: "And where you are now, you have to kill me, don't you?"

Han Lin tightened his grip on the sword, Han Yang looked straight at him, and actually came to the tip of his sword on his own initiative, and pressed his throat against his sword: "I can let you kill, anyway, if you I can't hide from attacking me once, but I just want to ask you: Do you really want to kill me?"

"I..." Han Lin's throat was choked, and his eyes became a little blurred. He looked carefully at the man in front of him, and the past with him for 400 years suddenly rushed to his head.

In the beginning, they were acquainted with him but did not know each other. The two people in the same sect were not very interested in each other.

Gradually, the people in the same period are no longer opponents, and they can only compete with him who is equally talented.

Later, I fought more and talked more, and even my personal life gradually merged together.

"Come for a drink."

"Don't drink."

"Drink!"

"To practice."

"I won't let you fix it, haha!"

So I got drunk for the first time.

"You will be surpassed by me like this." He was still relatively weak at that time, and he was still a junior.

"You have the ability to surpass you."

So it really surpassed, I thought the other party would be somewhat unhappy, but I just smiled and called him in the boundless snow: "Senior brother."

The phrase "senior brother" was etched in his heart. From then on, he regarded this man as his own brother, and he would think about him whenever he did anything. Even the ancient lamp he used to attack him just now was given by himself... …

The past was unbearable, and Han Lin's hand holding the sword suddenly couldn't stab anymore.

There was a thunder in the sky. It turned out that the second thunder fell. Since the two were standing together, the two golden pillars of thunder merged together, enveloping the two of them.

"You don't really want to kill me."

"...I hate you to this day."

"But you don't really want to kill me."

"……I will kill you."

"I understand that the position you are in now makes you have to kill me, and I used to do the same, but then I fell into endless regret, so... I won't let you kill me."

He sacrificed the magic weapon and threw it at Han Lin's heart. In an instant, all the thunder and lightning rushed towards Han Lin's heart. Han Lin let out a muffled snort, and his heart shrank a few times under the powerful thunder pressure. Fortunately, the magic weapon couldn't bear it either. Such a large spiritual pressure exploded very quickly. Affected by the impact of its explosion, one of the two men was blown back a dozen steps, and the other flew out. Separated.

Everyone watching from a distance injected spiritual power into their eyes, wanting to see the next scene clearly.

Did Xue Zun win? Did he kill Han Yang?

The answer was naturally no. After the thunder dissipated, two figures appeared, one black and one white. The man in white coughed slightly while clutching his chest, while the man in black fell to the ground panting.

"Then Han Yang is obviously not as good as Xue Zun in crossing the catastrophe. Looking at his current situation, he would have died under the catastrophe without Xue Zun doing it." A monk said with a big smile. When Yang fell down, he thought that Han Lin had the upper hand.

Everyone responded one after another: "Yes, this is the second sky thunder, and there are seven more powerful ones behind, it is better for Xue Zun to spare his strength to deal with the next sky thunder, then Han Yang will let him die .”

Lin Xiyuan also agrees with them. If Han Lin attacks again, it will not only be bad for the next tribulation, but he may be seriously injured by Han Yang. After all, a thin camel is bigger than a horse, and a weak monk who transforms demons will not be able to get a near-death blow. Quite choking.

Besides, Han Lin was clutching his chest at this time, obviously his body had been damaged.

"Xiao Lin, don't be impulsive anymore..." Lin Xiyuan murmured to herself, and then suddenly felt someone snuggling over, Lin Xiyuan turned her head, it was a phantom in human form.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiyuan knew that if something happened, the phantom would not bother him at this time.

Huan Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at the distance, Lin Xiyuan turned his head to look, it turned out that there was a spherical lightning floating in the sky over there, if it was just an ordinary spherical lightning, Lin Xiyuan would not care about it, the problem was that the lightning flashed in the sky, And every time it flickers, it moves a very long distance in an instant. It is clearly the thunder escape technique that only Lei Ling can use!

Lin Xiyuan's eyes widened, and then she took a closer look. Sure enough, there was a young boy lying on top of the huge spherical lightning, who was it not Wang Xiaopang? !

"Little fat!!!"

In the center of the thunderstorm, the man coughing while clutching his chest was shocked and looked over in disbelief.

"Little fat?"

Perhaps it was because the thunder and lightning aura in this area was too strong, which made the young man with the Thunder Spirit Root faintly wake up, and looked towards the center of the thunderstorm naturally, just like a sunflower looking for the sun.

Seeing this, the boy and the man met their gazes. A few seconds later, the boy smiled, sat up on top of Lei Ling's head, and waved his hands towards the man in the distance:

"Master——! Master——!"

The three-year-old boy still likes Han Lin very much. Although at first he hated him because he was forced to take medicine, but after getting along for a long time, he gradually found that he treated him well. He would help him wash his face, comb his hair and change his clothes. And cuddle him to sleep.

The love-hate relationship between a three-year-old child is just like this.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang smiling at him and calling himself "Master", Han Lin who had a dull chest pain suddenly stopped, and his head became clear.

"Sit obediently." Han Lin said, his deep and gentle voice spread far, far away: "Master will buy you candy later."

The boy immediately obediently sat down on Lei Ling's head.

Han Lin smiled lightly, and once again raised the sword in his hand. The long sword of ice crystals exuding cold air was dazzling in the flickering thunder light all around. After twisting the hand holding the sword a few times, the sword had a shadow, one, two Dao, three ways...the number is innumerable.

Seeing this, Han Yang laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "Why do you have to kill me yourself, it's fine if you just let me die under the thunder disaster..."

"What is owed must be repaid after all, and what was taken away will naturally be taken back with one's own hands!" Han Lin's sword has arrived, and now he is no longer shaken at all, and stabs into Han Lin's sword fiercely. Yang's heart.

"You owe me this sword."

The blood-stained ice crystal long sword swiped in the air again, cutting Han Yang's neck: "You owe Xiaopang this sword."

In the end, the ice crystal long sword pierced Han Yang's abdomen, destroying his dantian: "You owe Xue Tianzong this sword."

The three swords fell, and Han Yang, who was already seriously injured, could only breathe. At this time, the third thunder also fell.

The golden beam of light surrounded the two of them again.

"Back then, you hurt me like this and let me die under the thunder. Now, I treat you in the same way. Since then, we have never owed each other."

"Two...cough...don't owe each other...well...haha...not bad...then...can I...call you...senior brother... again?"

"……no."

"...ha...haha...also..."

"My Han Lin's younger brother, Han Yang, is a righteous, bohemian, Xianxiu."

"... Immortal... Xiu..."

"Well, you don't actually want to be enchanted, do you?"

Tears flowed from the corners of Han Yang's eyes, "Well... I actually... really want to be with you... Cultivating Immortals... I... just want to be...'Han Yang'..."

"I know, I know..." The man was complicated and bitter, but he was more relieved: "After seeing Xiaopang, I suddenly felt that I shouldn't hide my true feelings. Although he is my apprentice, taught me this, so... you're right, I didn't really want to kill you."

After admitting it, Han Lin suddenly relaxed all over, even the corner of his mouth smiled. He suddenly threw the sword in his hand, and squatted down beside the dying man: "Xianxiu's 'junior' can only be Xianxiu, but 'Brothers', there is no distinction between immortals and demons."

After finishing speaking, he took out a transparent bead exuding a peaceful atmosphere, the Bingpo Soul Bead, and stuffed it into the mouth of the man in black.

The eyes of the dying man moved.

"This is from 'Han Lin' to 'Han Yang'."

"……brother……"

"Well, brother."

The man laughed, his eyes completely lost focus, and his body, which had lost its spiritual power, could no longer withstand the powerful spiritual pressure, and turned into ashes and disappeared in the golden light.

A bead imprinted with a flame totem emerged, stagnating in front of the man in white.

Han Lin smiled faintly, reached out and grabbed the bead, and let it go with a sigh after a long time.

"Go."

The bead trembled for a bit, then circled around the man again, and then flew away with a "swoosh".

In the sky, one of the thunder eyes that rotated with each other disappeared, and the thunder cloud was not so violent. Many monks watching from a distance cheered happily. Except for Lin Xiyuan, who was protecting Han Lin's ice soul, no one noticed it. One of the strange things.

"Hey..." Lin Xiyuan wanted to laugh but couldn't, so she could only sigh in her heart, Han Lin, Han Lin, I always thought you were weak, but now I realize that you are the most affectionate one.

Just forgive it, let it go.

And the catastrophe is still going on.