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

That face slowly disappeared in front of his eyes, his dark eyes glowed with gentle brilliance, just looking at him like this, the nostalgia in it seemed to tell his reluctance, a sharp knife pierced through the heart, and bursts of stinging pain spread .

He seems to have seen that clean and proud figure in the green bamboo forest.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had never really harmed him except that he ignored his own death at the beginning. Even if those intimacy were fake, he acted until the last moment, and hatred covered his eyes, letting him see I don't see anything good about this person, I only remember his ruthlessness and indifference.

Huge panic engulfed Yan Lin. Since his rebirth, his self-conceived strong heart and deep-rooted resentment towards this person were all emptied the moment he dissipated, as if he had lost his support. The strange and clear feeling made him at a loss. He wanted to catch those lights, but no matter how hard he tried, the opening was empty.

His frightened and terrified expression irritated An Jinnian who was fighting in the sky.

He sent out a big move, dodged down, landed in front of Yan Lin, grabbed his hand waving in the air, and was imprisoned by the sudden force. Yan Lin struggled without hesitation, because he wanted to chase those lights, he couldn't Let them fall apart.

"Don't go, don't go..."

Seeing his distraught and fragile appearance, An Jinnian narrowed his eyes, and said in a cruel and direct voice, "He's already dead."

The grasped wrist froze, and then seemed to tremble uncontrollably. The next moment, the hand that was tightly grasping him was thrown away forcefully. Those bright black eyes were bloodshot and ferocious at the moment, but the moisture in them pierced his eyes. It hurt An Jinnian.

"Won't……"

"...he won't die like this... there must be a way..."

Then, as if he had reacted to something, he tightly grasped the hand that had just been opened by him, his light brown eyes were full of broken sadness, and he said——

"...Save him..."

An Jinnian pursed his lips, he couldn't tell if it was jealousy or something else, after all Yan Yiqing was a different brother in your heart, knowing that there would be no result, but still begging me for him.

But An Jinnian was always An Jinnian. He grabbed the hand on the cuff, pulled it down and held it tightly in front of his eyes. His tone was cold: "The scarlet jade is shattered, and the soul is gone. Even a saint... can't return to heaven."

The surrounding area was still fighting fiercely, the aftermath of the impact, the white light suddenly appeared and fell, everything seemed to be in an endless illusion, Yan Lin looked at An Jinnian's face, there was no trace of falsehood in those indifferent eyes , directly without leaving room.

A small hope is like a spark on the ice field, before it can be ignited, it will be wiped out by the cruel cold wind, and the aura in the sky has long been dispersed with the howling wind.

Gone--

He staggered back a few steps.

On the ground is a dim and dull grand court scroll.

There was a heavy panting rolling in its throat, and there were roaring sounds in its ears. Without its master, it had lost its aura.

He knelt down slowly and picked up the glazed scroll, his palm was as cold as ice.

The current Shengting scroll is the same as Daddy's Shocking Scroll.

Yan Yiqing is dead.

really dead.

This time, he finally had nothing left. His expression was pale and in a trance. Suddenly, a burst of blood surged up. He tasted the disgusting smell of blood in his mouth. His body swayed as if he was about to fall. in the arms.

An Jinnian's expression was serious, and he drew spiritual power from the palm of his hand and landed on his chest, checking whether the divine veins were damaged.

There was a sudden burst of laughter in his ears.

"There are so many stupid people in this world, they are always willing to die for those so-called bloodlines, and waste all their own things. How good it is to learn from me, the road to success is imminent!"

An Huaiting's voice was wanton and mocking, as if the other party's sacrifice was so stupid. As one of the three great immortal sects, he was the Yunjing sect who paid the most attention to blood. Blowing his robes rattled, his eyes were full of savagery, so dark that he didn't look like a fairy king of a sect.

And the spirit array that disappeared below dissipated completely. It took away the strangers, leaving only bones. The few people who were lucky enough to survive outside the array have been shocked, and the arrogance of the cultivators in their hearts has disappeared. The mortal stared blankly at the miserable Second Young Master of Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Yan Yiqing is a rare mutated spiritual root in the Zhongtian Realm. The road was originally several times wider than that of ordinary people. Now that the Haoran Immortal Mansion has changed and he has become the person who takes over, he had a bright future, but now he has died because of a sacrifice curse. It's a pity that anyone who sees it doesn't say a word.

But Zhongtian Realm encountered a great enemy, and they still have a little bit of energy to pity others, but who will pity them, and it is still unknown whether they can leave alive.

Even the No.1 in the Heaven Realm may not be...

Thinking of them, they looked at the man in white.

Shi Yuan stood opposite him, Zhewu fell on his side, he still had a cold face, but his breathing became heavier. Obviously, An Huaiting, who had transcended realms, was no longer a person who could be easily dealt with. Look, he is still at a disadvantage.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the two people below, and he naturally knew the movement of Fangcai's death, but those dark and cold eyes were a bottomless black color, like the loneliest night, the most vast and open sky. Deep space.

He watched Yan Lin struggling to get up, holding the glazed scroll tightly in his hand, his eyes locked on An Huaiting with hatred.

There is only silence in the depths of his eyes. Now he is just Shi Yuan of the Changtian Sword Sect, and the people below are only his disciples in name. Although the concern is still there, it is still different without the root of affection. And the forbearance is gone.

He will no longer look at him with strong eyes, watch him all the time, and will not fly down to check his injury because of his injury, he will still protect him, but everything has become calm and indifferent.

"Why, it's not enough to die an Immortal Yiqing, do you still want to be buried together?"

Seeing Yan Lin struggling to remember, An Huaiting smiled, perhaps in order to enjoy the show, the distance between Yan Lin and An Jinnian is not too far at this moment, he recalled the Linglong Arrow to his side, suspended it by his side, and lifted up the spiritual power in his hand I wanted to push them out and give them a fatal blow, but my eyes were attracted by something on the ground.

Pupils shrink!

Almost instantly, a black shadow flashed past, and when everyone reacted, they saw him standing not far away with a transparent glass bottle in his hand, his fingertips tightly pinching the body of the bottle turned white, and the silver light in the bottle was like The bright stars, his expression was slightly stagnant, as if he couldn't believe it.

After a moment of silence, his face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and his murderous aura suddenly multiplied several times. The surging true energy scattered the surrounding wind and snow forcefully, and the howling wind seemed to tear this piece of wonderland in the South China Sea to shreds. .

He turned his head sideways, stared at Yan Lin with gloomy eyes, and said fiercely word by word: "...how come you have this thing."

Seeing him like this, everyone held their breath vigilantly, but at the same time fixed their eyes on the bottle, and they were familiar with and recognized the contents in the bottle, it was a piece of soul fragment, soul ember.

But whose soul embers made this demon so nervous?

Enveloped by the murderous aura, Yan Lin slowly came back to his senses, not because of fear, but because of An Huaiting's huge mood swings. It was not until he saw the bottle snatched by the other party and what was inside that he slowly came back to his senses.

But at this moment, Yan Lin's eyes were already red because of Yan Jin's death, even if it was broken, I'm sorry to my best friend, he still wants to fight this person forever!

He had no fear, instead he took a few steps forward without fear of death, with a hint of madness, and deep-seated hatred in his eyes.

"You have lived for so many years, don't you know what this is?"

An Huaiting's face was as dark as water, which was more terrifying than ever since his appearance.

"What about others?"

No one knew who he was asking, but Yan Lin knew, because no one knew who the owner of this soul was better than him.

So when An Huaiting asked this question knowingly and knowingly, it was a joke in Yan Lin's ears.

Very ironic joke.

At the beginning, Han Qisheng left to get rid of everything. He didn't know what the other party had experienced during that time, but when he found someone, it was already too late, and his cultivation base was abolished, even—

But now, all the envoys are questioning him about Han Qisheng's whereabouts. It's funny, it's really funny!

There were traces of bright red between the pale lips, but the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and that curve made the whole face look sinister and evil.

An Huaiting saw that he was silent and lost his patience, so he said in a deep voice, "I'm asking you something, but what about others."

people?

The soul fragment is in your hand, where will the person be?

Yan Lin straightened up, pushed away An Jinnian who was supporting her behind her, and looked directly at An Huaiting's cold gaze, with an indifferent expression, but fearlessly fierce.

He just said three words.

"Dead."

An Huaiting's pupils suddenly opened.

The bottle in his hand shattered, and he pinched the star tightly in his hand.

Yan Lin smiled, and continued without fear of death: "Why, didn't you do it? That's a pity. I should show you what he looked like when he died. How miserable, how pitiful, how disgusting, obviously so clean one of the people."

"impossible!"

An Huaiting flicked his sleeves violently, the strong wind hit, and everyone retreated a few steps!

Yan Lin's eyes sank, looking at him, he seemed to know nothing, and he felt a strange sense of revenge towards Han Qisheng... in his heart.

In this case………

You asked for it—

He stepped forward and said word by word.

"Do you know what he has been through? When I found him that day, he was out of breath, naked, and covered in traces of abuse. There are so many people, but their cultivation bases have been abolished, and they have no power to fight back." , can only endure their torture, how painful and desperate he must have been at that time."

"What did you think he was thinking when he died? Could he be hating you? Ask why you did this to him?"

An Huaiting's eyes trembled.

"impossible……"

In the next moment, he seemed to recall something, and his expression suddenly became tyrannical: "I have confirmed him before coming..."

As he spoke, he paused, turned around slowly, and looked at a black-clothed ghost-faced man with fiery black eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the black-clothed man's neck fell into his hands in an instant.

The man in black was already shaking like chaff in fear.

An Huaiting leaned over, staring at the black hole on the mask, staring at the terrified eyes inside, his voice was as cold as a weapon piercing through his body: "Before you came, you said you threw him in the mortal world, right?"

"Naturally! My lord, don't...don't listen to this kid's words, maybe he captured people, killed them and took out their souls!"

An Huaiting narrowed his eyes.

"yes."

"No, that's right, I saw him but he was still alive!"

"It doesn't matter, what you said is true or false, I'll know when I take a look."

Look!

Could it be—!

"You, you want to—!"

Before he could finish speaking, An Huaiting grasped his head with five fingers, entered his body with consciousness, and checked his memory.

The things hidden under the black cloth will one day be revealed...

That gloomy night began to appear in front of his eyes, scenes and scenes flashed non-stop, the pale and broken face, the look of struggling, the cry of despair and pain——

He seemed to have watched it for a long time, and it seemed it was only for a moment. He raised his eyes, and the ghost-faced man met a pair of terrifying eyes, like the gaze of the ghosts in purgatory, silent, and his consciousness sank into the swamp of fear. He pressed his fingertips hard, and before the person in his hand made a sound or even made a movement, the person was instantly wiped out.