After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The sky above the Yunlan Golden Palace changed, with dark clouds, huge aura surging, howling winds, dark blue golden ribbons flying, blowing over the tables and chairs, and fairy fruits falling on the red carpet, jingling everywhere.

Yan Lin stood in the middle of the golden hall of Yunlan Palace, and made a formula to resist the monstrous sword intent.

The murderer stood opposite him.

He is eight feet tall, dressed in white clothes like snow, not stained with other colors, with silver hairpins, fair and picturesque face, cold and almost black eyes, straight nose, perfect facial features like gods, and a piercing sword aura all over his body. However, those with a cultivation base below the out-of-body period may not even be able to stand firmly.

This is the founding elder of the Changtian Sword Sect, the sword ancestor Shi Yuan.

Today's No. 1 sword cultivator is also the only one who can cross the tribulation period.

It's the second life, and it really lingers!

Those deep and quiet eyes looked at Yan Lin, as if standing on the top of a mountain looking down on the tiny beings, indifferent and cold, I saw him draw out a long black sword in the air, and a ray of sword light fell on his side.

The sword body is straight, like a crow's feather like a stone, full of sword spirit, the powerful presence shocks everything around, and even the spiritual power is compressed, this is the ancient magic weapon - Zhewu

It is said that it was a gift from a white-haired old man when he was traveling in the Three Realms.

But Yanlin knows that Zhewu also has another function, which can shatter the soul beyond the out-of-body period, disappearing into thin air, and there is no possibility of surviving...

Yan Lin narrowed his eyes, his brown and clear eyes were covered with a layer of gray, he secretly suppressed his fear to the deepest, he didn't expect to take out Zhewu in this life, but in his previous life, he could be slapped with a single palm to make him disappear.

Is this an endorsement of him?It was not in vain that he had painstakingly planned to snatch An Jinnian's opportunity, so he cultivated in this out-of-body period.

But in the years of cultivation, one level is a natural moat, and there is more than one level of difference between getting out of the body and crossing the catastrophe. Yan Lin's resistance is like a mantis holding a cart, or a square meter of soil, trying to block the flood that bursts the embankment.

But he is not reconciled!

Even though he knew he was going to die, he still had to do his best!It is absolutely impossible to want him to be captured without a fight!

Immediately, he pulled out the Floating Life scroll at his waist, unfolded it in the air, and bet all his cultivation, a black and white picture scroll of all living beings unfolded beside him. Surround him.

But Shi Yuan just raised his eyes, holding Zhewu high up towards the Floating Scroll, and slashing down with his sword, the white light sword struck with momentum.

Dujie Jianxiu's sword has the ability to split mountains and topple seas. The sword energy passes through the scroll and comes out from the back of Yan Lin's body. Shattered, like the sound of a mirror breaking.

Yan Lin's eyes trembled slightly, once the magic weapon of natal life was destroyed, half of the vitality was wiped out.

His jade crown was knocked off, the black hair was scattered, and the sharp sword energy passed through Yan Lin's body, and also passed through his soul——

He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, a smear of red slipped from the corner of his mouth, and there were a few dark spots on the carpet.

His efforts to save himself with all his strength were so small and insignificant in the eyes of that person.

It's just a move--

This is the moat!This is the gap!

Yan Lin looked down at the broken Floating Scroll on the ground, his eyes were full of distress, the fairy artifact that accompanied him in two lifetimes, even after 200 years, still couldn't let you survive.

Yan Lin raised the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself, and the look in his eyes darkened.

He looked up at the person opposite, his thin lips slightly pursed, and wanted to say something more, but before he could say a word, a bone-crushing pain caused his eyes to widen.

"Ahhhh-!"

He hugged his head violently, the pain made him scream uncontrollably, his face was as white as paper, his hair was flying, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, his torn clothes made him look crazy, but delicate The gorgeous face does not reduce by half.

Zhewu's sword directly hit his soul, and the tearing of the soul would pull out all the veins in his body, the roots would be severed, and the pain would be overwhelmed!

A few moments later, the 36 divine veins were cut off.

Yan Lin's eyes began to loosen, his arms slowly drooped, his eyelashes were half drawn, and he watched himself float up, his breathing weakened, his hands gradually became transparent, and the breeze passed by, like a little bit of fluorescent light began to dissipate.

He smiled, full of desolation.

He set his final gaze on the two who had been watching coldly from the beginning to the end.

His beloved elder brother, Immortal Yiqing of Haoran Immortal Mansion, dressed in a dark blue brocade with family patterns of gold thread and a graceful jade crown, is standing aside and looking at him at this moment, still with such a serious look, his eyes are filled with ice fields.

It seemed that he was not looking at his own brother, but a dispensable stranger.

Why don't you save me?

Didn't you say that you will always protect me?

Didn't you say that as long as you are here, no one will hurt me?

Didn't you call me Qinghe so affectionately? !

Why didn't you save me in two lifetimes!What am I doing wrong!

Yan Lin has resentment and hatred, but more of it is unwillingness. He has tried his best in this life, but he is still no match for this curse-like fate, and he still wants to die. How ridiculous!

"Boom--!"

The sky may have sensed it, and it suddenly swelled violently, and there was a loud thunder.

As the breeze blew by, his soul shattered and scattered, and kept sliding down, like the afterglow after brilliant fireworks, becoming weaker and weaker...

The other was wearing gray and white clothes, the silk tulle was lifted, and there was a transparent halo around him to protect him. He himself was holding a wine glass, leaning against the golden pillar of Yunlan Temple, watching comfortably. He slowly dissipated, his long and narrow eyes were as clear as glass, but his expression was indifferent.

Until finally, in ashes——