After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

"Master, you..."

Lin Chushu's eyes were red, and he didn't even dare to draw out the Zhuolang sword, because once he did that, the core of Yichenlan's dantian would immediately shatter.

Another personality spawned by mixing drugs cannot exist independently.

The only way to check and balance it and strangle it is to use the original personality to hold it.

In this way, the original personality will also be damaged, directly destroying the spiritual power of the host, and even the soul may be broken.

But Yi Jinlan's method is undoubtedly more brutal.

He is afraid that he is not hesitating to expend a lot of mental power to firmly restrain the other personality. Once the dantian is broken, the cores of the two nascent souls will shatter.

The moment the Zhuolang Sword came into contact with the man's dantian, Lin Chushu realized that the situation had gotten out of control.

Facing his gaze that turned from shock to despair, Yi Jinlan just smiled gently and shook her head:

"I don't blame you...Chu Shu, come here, I have something to tell you."

He can be freed from the desperate situation of being controlled, even if the price is to pay his own life, he is happy.

It's just... the child in front of me is suffering.

Lin Chushu bit her lip lightly, carefully supported Yi Jinlan's back, and let him lean on her knees.

At the same time, he restrained the sword energy of the Zhuolang Sword, delaying its damage to the meridians in Yi Jinlan's body as much as possible.

"I'm sorry, I...did so many excessive things to you when I couldn't help myself."

Yi Jinlan frowned, "I'm afraid the Blood Imperial Formation has consumed a lot of your blood...cough cough, and the catastrophe is coming, I'm afraid..."

Lin Chushu didn't speak, but silently clenched the hand that was hanging by his side.

Even though he has overcome countless difficulties, facing the impending catastrophe, he still has no confidence in his heart.

But what makes his heart ache even more right now is the irretrievable life of this person in front of him.

"Pavilion Master, save your energy first, I..."

If you can refine the Zhuanglang Sword and integrate it with Yijinlan's dantian spiritual power, maybe...

As soon as this idea emerged, Yi Jinlan rejected it without hesitation:

"Don't be stupid."

"I have lived for nearly 500 years. The ups and downs of this world... have already been experienced, and I have no regrets."

"You are already in danger of protecting yourself. Refining Lingwu...is tantamount to seeking your own death...cough cough."

He gasped for breath, and couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Knowing that he was running out of time, he hurriedly approached Lin Chushu and said:

"You must firmly remember what I said next."

"Your golden elixir... Nascent Soul is different from ordinary people. When the spiritual power is running to the extreme... it can echo with all things...."

"But this echo will also...absorb the spiritual energy of all things, and this is the so-called...the prophecy of the fate of the lone star of the evil spirit."

Echoes with everything?

A flash of light flashed in Lin Chushu's mind, and he couldn't help but recall the strange experience he had had when he was building the blood defense array.

At that time, when his power was running to the limit and his blood was about to dry up, he suddenly entered a special state of enlightenment.

All the senses were expanded, and at that moment, every plant, every tree, every flower and every tree in Chaoyin Pavilion was an extension of his feelings, and also continuously supplied him with strength.

Why do I have such traits?

"Please tell the pavilion master clearly." The emotions accumulated between his brows became more and more complicated.

Yi Jinlan gasped and said:

"I'm not sure, I'm just guessing vaguely. If you really can't resist the catastrophe... maybe you can... borrow the method of the primordial spirit to leave your body to temporarily preserve your vitality."

Although he has spent half his life, he has seen a lot.

But for Lin Chushu's special situation, he still dare not make a judgment.

The abnormality of Lin Chushu's golden elixir, he had noticed it from a certain mission nearly a hundred years ago.

At that time, Lin Chushu was seriously injured, and when he tried his best to suppress the injury through the method of breathing and exhaling, standing nearby, he even faintly felt that the spiritual power in his body was tending to be drawn away.

Now, it may have reached a desperate situation where there is no way out.

Therefore, even if the risk is huge, you can only let it go.

"However, if you use the method of leaving the body before the Mahayana, the soul will not be able to return to its place within three hours, and the physical body will also perish."

Lin Chushu pondered and said:

"Could it be that I can break through this limit?"

"This seat... is not sure."

Blood was dripping from the corner of Yi Jinlan's lips, and her eyes were dark and difficult to read: "But if Heavenly Tribulation can help you reach the limit of echoing with all things before your body collapses, maybe you can..."

A breath of foul air was choked in his throat, and it was suddenly difficult for him to breathe.

Lin Chushu paused, and there was nothing he could do, so he could only recall the Zhuolang Sword, and tapped acupoints all over his body to stop the bleeding.

The speed at which Yi Jinlan's body collapsed was actually much faster than he imagined.

What kind of method did the insidious poison designer use to make him look rosy, but at the same time, his insides deteriorated to such an extent?

"About the identity of the poisoner, is the Pavilion Master aware of it?"

Pulling out the sword will undoubtedly make Yi Jinlan exhaust faster, but if he doesn't pull it out, he will also suffocate to death immediately.

After drawing the sword, a tinge of blood suddenly appeared on Yi Jin's blue and green face, and his spirit became uplifted.

And this kind of change just shows that he is almost exhausted and has shown signs of returning to life.

Time was running out, and he didn't have time to think deeply, so he explained his findings in detail:

"I have screened the daily food and clothing expenses, and found no abnormalities, except for the spices in the sleeping hall, which seem to be mixed with elements similar to the magic heart stone."

"The spices are mainly purchased and equipped by the Xuanji Division. I secretly sent people to investigate and found that the wave of spices sent to the Qiongwu Temple recently stopped in a place called 'Chang Wanpo' in the Demon Realm."

He whispered, "Xiangrong is naturally trustworthy as a person. Every link from the delivery of the spices to the use is supervised by a special person. The only loophole can only appear in this place."

"You mean, someone tampered with the spices there? Is it related to Chaoyin Pavilion?"

Lin Chushu originally wanted to ask more carefully, but Yi Jinlan suddenly trembled, and his fingers clasped his sleeves tightly like spasms.

"Chu Shu, I'm sorry, my seat..."

He seemed to want to say something, but the blood welling up in his throat completely blocked his words, and his blood-stained fingers clasped Lin Chushu's collar tightly, struggling and desperate.

"The pavilion..."

Heartbroken, Lin Chushu couldn't help but bend down, trying to hear the last sentence from his mouth.

As everyone knows, the posture of the two fell into the eyes of others, and it was a completely different scene.

And at this moment, the closed palace door was suddenly knocked open with great force.

The strong wind hit, wrapped in a fierce murderous aura.

Lin Chushu frowned, and instinctively hugged Yi Jinlan and retreated quickly, her jet-black hair messily scattered around her pale cheeks, looking as cold as a picture scroll.

Among the crowd who broke into the inner room, the leaders were Cen Yuzhou and Xiahou Kun.

At this moment, their eyes were firmly locked on Yi Jinlan, who was covered in blood, with a sad and horrified expression, and their attacks were even more merciless:

"Pavilion Lord!!"

"Lin Chushu, did you move your hand?"

"No..." Just as Lin Chushu was about to deny it, his movements suddenly froze.

The person in his arms completely stopped breathing at this moment.

The grief was overwhelming.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he couldn't help choking out a mouthful of blood.

In the eyes of Xia Houkun and others, this scene added another piece of evidence for his atrocities.

"The terrible wound on the lower abdomen of the Pavilion Master, do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with the Zhuolang Sword?"

Xia Houkun stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing at the lifeless body:

"Then how do you explain the blood on the edge of your sword? How do you explain your injuries!"

Lin Chushu remained silent.

He really couldn't argue.

Even if the sword was instructed by Yi Jinlan, he was the one who didn't notice that the man's body was abnormal, and he was the one who crushed the Nascent Soul's core.

In the end, he killed the senior who loved and cared for him with his own hands.

The scarlet color gradually filled his eye sockets.

The soreness and pain were extreme, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

"Lin Chushu, there are all the witnesses and material evidence, do you have anything to deny?"

Cen Yuzhou held down Xia Houkun's hand and pulled out the spear, and said coldly,

"You have made great contributions to the bloody battle array and calmed the chaos, and you have already won the position of Pavilion Master with just one kick. Are you so impatient?"

"You let me in, Ah Chu, Ah Chu!!"

Suddenly there was a fierce fight outside the door, and Yin Xiangrong, Qiu Shengmiao and others were stopped by Yu Kunsi's disciples, even though they were anxious, they couldn't get close to Qiongwu Palace at all.

"No matter what others think, it is an indisputable fact that you stabbed the Pavilion Master to death with the Turbid Wave Sword."

Cen Yuzhou raised his jaw arrogantly,

"Come here, take Lin Chushu, the head of Mo Xun, to me, and escort him to the Chaoyin Pavilion prison to wait for his release!"

The sudden turn of events caught everyone present off guard.

It is clear that the successor of the pavilion master that everyone is looking forward to at a moment, suddenly becomes a murderer with blood on the tip of the sword. Heaven and hell are just a thought away, which is really unacceptable.

The guests who came to the banquet outside the palace also looked at each other in blank dismay.

After all, Yi Jinlan was also a powerful cultivation wizard in her early years, but now she is being plotted against by her younger generation, which is really embarrassing.

And Lin Chushu's behavior is incredible enough.

It is clear that the position of Pavilion Master is within his grasp, why would he go so far as to kill Yi Jinlan early?

Could it be that the person discovered some unspeakable secrets?

Various versions of speculation became more and more chaotic, and the disciples around him were too afraid to step forward because of Lin Chushu's power.

Cen Yuzhou snorted coldly, and suddenly mocked:

"Lin Chushu, you are so anxious, is it because of the magic heart stone that appeared in the Xuanguang treasure book for no reason?"

"Perhaps you don't know yet,"

He smiled and continued to add fuel to the fire,

"Some time ago, the disaster of the Demon Heart Stone broke out in the morning dew test. The source of the mutation was the illusion created by Lin Sishou."

As these words came out, a hint of understanding flashed in Lin Chushu's eyes.

The broken pieces were finally connected together, and the fuzzy network gradually became clear. He slowly opened his lips: "So it was you..."

But before the words fell, they were overwhelmed by a loud rumbling noise.

In just an instant, all the window lattices were opened, and the howling wind crazily poured in from every gap, as if to overturn the roof.

And the sky outside the window darkened at some unknown time.

Thick blackness swirled in the clouds, and from time to time, blue and red lightning flashed one after another.

"This is... The Tribulation Thunder Cloud?! Why did it suddenly appear here?"

An atmosphere of panic began to spread among the crowd.

The huge coercion descending from the clouds suppressed everyone almost immobile.

Those with weaker cultivation bases even bled from their mouths and noses and fell limp to the ground.

Cen Yuzhou and Xia Houkun were already at the early stage of crossing the catastrophe, and they still felt powerless in the face of this cloud of catastrophe.

Even though Lin Chushu was standing not far in front, they couldn't get any closer.

The harsh electric light reflected on that sharp-edged face, making his eyebrows and eyes more beautiful, cool and coquettish.

The dantian seemed to be on fire, and the scorching spiritual flow surged through the nearly exhausted meridians, and even every breath became a painful torture from life to death.

He clenched his teeth, supported the nape of his clothed neck, and carefully laid him flat on the ground.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and carefully wiped away the blood from the corner of the man's mouth.

"Pavilion Master, forgive Chu Shu for being incompetent, there is no way to see you off for the last time."

He turned a blind eye to the surprised or angry gazes coming from behind him. He took a few steps back, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed nine times.

This kneeling and kowtowing was to thank Yi Jinlan for her care and care, and also to repent of her negligence.

If he could have discovered it earlier and responded more promptly, the tragedy in front of him might not have happened.

And the next moment, he was going to his own ending.

When he raised his head again, his porcelain-white forehead was slightly red.

Lin Chushu got up slowly, his eyes crossed the crowd, and fell on Yin Xiangrong and others in the distance.

Like a steep red plum in the ice and snow, it is so sad and beautiful, but it will be torn away by the biting cold wind in an instant.

His lips moved silently, as if he had said something, but was hidden by the rolling thunder.

The black and red intertwined robe stretched behind him, dragging the Abi Hell intertwined with blood and fire, and he walked towards Jieyun step by step without hesitation or fear.

The thunder that originally spread around immediately gathered around his body, turning into a huge dragon over [-] meters long in mid-air.

The fine lightning lingers around the Dragon Kiss, and the majestic spiritual power churns and waves, suddenly violently trembles, and pours down.

The long and tall figure stood quietly outside the hall, like the unshakable rock before the huge waves, and he stood still even though the stormy waves hit the shore.

The turbulent spiritual flow howled and invaded Lin Chushu's body.

The robe on his body was ignited almost instantly, and the blazing flames swept across his body. The blue-red flame was fierce like a ghost's claw, and it was about to melt him into it.

Fresh blood gushed out from his seven orifices like little snakes, but because the blood vessels had already been damaged, only light red marks were left on the skin.

In just an instant, Lin Chushu felt that his body had been dismantled and put back together countless times.

The light gradually faded from his vision, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to that transcendent realm.

In the turbulent dantian qi sea, an inner alchemy is glowing with dazzling brilliance.

Fine textures gradually extended from its edges, and the original round shape gradually moved closer to the shape of a six-petal snowflake.

He felt that the strength was being stripped from the body one by one, the meridians in the body were disintegrating and shattering, but the stimulation of pain was gradually disappearing.

It was as if the soul and the body had been quietly separated and became two independent existences.

Everything in front of him gradually became blurred, and before his consciousness completely sank into nothingness, he suddenly caught a glimpse——

At the end of the darkness, a familiar face.

That gorgeous face was full of anxiety and pain, as well as the irrepressible, hysterical despair:

"Xiao Shu!!!"

The author has something to say: The crematorium is loaded! ! !

The next chapter enters the next volume: who will return to me, I probably have to brew it well~

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