After rebirth, my milk cat became a mad dog

"Using living souls to sacrifice swords, have you asked my opinion?" Cheng Ying said, "Am I the kind of swords that rarely use living souls?"

"I do now somewhat believe that you are the Dao of Heaven." Yu Yin looked at Sansan and said, "Whose soul do you want to use to sacrifice the sword?"

No one is a saint, who would be willing to exchange his soul for the lives of others.

"Except for the bloodline left by the immortal clan in Lieyang Palace, Ningfeng, Duxue, and Jiange are all ancient survivors, and you can choose one of their heirs." Sansan said, "However, there are still some details about how to kill. I can teach you how to kill." you."

"No." Yu Yin refused without thinking.

"It's hard to choose. I know that with your current temperament, you will definitely refuse." The pigeon said, "I have already chosen for you. You didn't want him to live, did you?"

Yu Yin paused, and looked back at the steps in front of Duxue Villa. There was a thick layer of petals under the flower tree with only branches and leaves. Yang Jiming was standing there. He controlled the sealing formation of the capital. The formation is still drawing spiritual power from all of them to attack the ghosts in the sky.

The few remaining people in Duxue Villa were still protecting him, their strength was weak, and they only got a sneer from Mingling.

In Yu Yin's heart, a sense of absurdity suddenly arose because of Ge Zisan's words.

A gray shadow suddenly broke out from the crowd and rushed towards Yang Jiming's direction.

"Stop him!" Yu Yin said.

Su Yitong came back to his senses, caught a glimpse of the gray-clothed man, formed a barrier in front of Yang Jiming, and said to Yang Xiuyi: "Hurry up, choose one, you've seen him, if you don't kill him, we'll help Yu Yin."

Just as Yang Xiuyi was about to say something to Su Yitong, an ink-colored trace fell from the sky and lay across in front of him and Su Yitong, a wall of fire ignited high, separating Su Yitong and Yang Xiuyi on both sides.

The fire of karma ignited between the two, reaching the distant sky.

"What do you mean?" Su Yitong almost bumped his head against the fire wall, so angry.

A deep and pleasant voice sounded in several people's ears at the same time: "Sorry, he is mine, I can't let you kill him."

Hearing this voice, Yang Jiming's originally indifferent face showed an expression of disbelief at first, and then ecstasy.

After so many years, he suddenly became alive again, and the people around him couldn't believe it.

Opposite him, the man was wearing a hood and gray clothes. He walked step by step into the messy depths of the capital, and following his steps, karmic fires ignited around him, and the undead were saved, golden light spots, floating around him.

He is integrated with this battlefield, but he is out of place.

He uttered the Buddha's name and stopped in front of Yang Jiming.

"That's Zong Wenlin?" Ji Feiyu was a little puzzled.

"Well, it's him." Yu Yin responded, "I haven't seen him for many years, and there are some changes."

"Yeah, the hair is gone." Yunyun said in a milky voice.

Ji Feiyu: "..."

Yu Yin: "..." That's too much.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Yang Jiming stepped back from his subordinates, took two steps forward cautiously, raised his hand to undo the barrier set by Su Yitong.

"I know." Behind Zong Wenlin was a sea of ​​flames. He was wearing a hood and his expression was dim. He stood in the raging fire, with a magic weapon hidden in his sleeve, and the ignited karmic fire surrounded the entire Snow Crossing Villa. Others couldn't get close, so Yu Yin and Ji Feiyu could only stop outside the wall of fire, and couldn't even transmit their voices.

"He deserves to die." Yu Yin looked at Pigeon Sansan in front of him, and said slowly, "But he shouldn't die like that."

The fire that soared into the sky separated the two people in the fire from the surroundings.

"I miss you very much." Mingming was surrounded by enemies, but Yang Jiming seemed relieved and relaxed, "I searched for you everywhere, looking for the things you left behind, the words you wrote, and the paintings you drew , I found them all, but you, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The entire room in Duxue Villa was filled with traces left by Zong Wenlin. He used these to convince himself that Zong Wenlin was still near him and would appear by his side .He is not a good person, but the wish of a bad person seems to be fulfilled. The person who said to him in Nanyuan, "If you beat someone, you will hit your face", is now standing in front of his eyes.

"I have given up the six desires." Zong Wenlin said with a calm expression, "There are some things that I don't need to mention anymore."

He walked through the sea of ​​blood alone, not stained with a speck of dust, his six senses were pure, and he had no desires or desires.

Yang Jiming still remembered that when Zong Wenlin was in Nanyuan Academy, Zong Wenlin beat Yang Sui and his gang countless times to help him.

"If you make a mistake, you should bear the consequences." That's what Zong Wenlin told Yang Sui and the others at that time.

The person who said this was the only hope that Yang Ji could still see in the bleak years of his youth next year.

Yang Jiming spoke with a hoarse voice: "I didn't talk to Jiang Nuoyi back then..."

"It's not important anymore." Zong Wenlin interrupted him.

Yang Jiming opened his mouth, but could not make another sound. He wanted to say that he had never fallen in love with anyone else, and had no inexplicable relationship with Jiang Nuoyi. Now, clarified, can we go back to the past?

Moreover, Zong Wenlin never expressed any affection to him, and the other party always seemed to be taking care of a weak child.Everything is what he thinks he is.

Zong Wenlin is a Buddhist cultivator, and what he pursues in his heart is something he can't even hope for, let alone reach.

"Have you come back to see me?" Yang Ji asked bitterly.

"What are you looking at?" Zong Wenlin said, "Looking at the child who hid behind me back then, step by step into the current you?"

Yang Jiming stopped talking.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Zong Wenlin stared at Yang Jiming for a while, then suddenly said.

Yang Jiming lowered his eyes: "Are you asking on behalf of your common people, or are you asking yourself?"

"Is there a difference?" Zong Wenlin's expression remained the same, he clearly looked in Yang Jiming's direction, but it made people feel that his eyes were empty.

"I don't know, what's wrong with me." A stern look flashed in Yang Jiming's eyes, "Everything I did was because those people deserved it."

"But." He seemed to lose his strength again, "If you want to say that I was wrong, then I am wrong."

Zong Wenlin shook his head lightly: "Are those innocent mortals what you said they deserved?"

Yang Jiming said: "You have always been the calmest, and you will not be moved by anything. You have your own judgment. In your eyes, only the common people in the world have always been in your eyes. Your compassion has been distributed to the people of the world. Zong Wenlin , In essence, you and I are the same, in order to prevent the blood of the Lieyang Palace from being used by others, you tried to kill Yu Yin in Jingxue Pass, and in order to prevent the spread of Dream Butterfly Gu, you killed a scholar in Jiading City."

"Also, besides Yuxiu's dereliction of duty, the Lieyang Palace was lost 20 years ago, and it must be because of you." Yang Jiming continued, "Because you know how Yu Yin would choose at that time."

Zong Wenlin just looked at him without denying it.

"Buddhist cultivator with blood on his hands, what right do you have to question me?" Yang Jiming said, "Essentially, you and I are the same, we all use whatever means to achieve our goals, and you are not here today to see me stop."

"That's right, that's why I was attracted to you at that time." Zong Wenlin smiled relievedly, he stepped forward a few steps and stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to hug Yang Jiming into his arms.

"Master!" Several disciples of Duxue Villa wanted to rush forward to stop them, but because they didn't get Yang Jiming's instruction, they didn't dare to go forward.

Yang Jiming just stood there without any movement.

Yang Sui, Yang Zheng, everyone in the inner sect of the Yang family, Yu Yin and Qin Shuanghan, Yu Ge, Su Yitong, and Jiang Nuoyi, all the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and all the people who died because of him appeared in front of him one after another. , and finally gathered into the figure of Zong Wenlin in front of him, Zong Wenlin approached him step by step in the sea of ​​flames.

Zong Wenlin gently hugged Yang Jiming into his arms, just like how many years ago, when he was in Nanyuan, he comforted that young man, as if all these things can be redeemed all these years.

"How rare." Yang Jiming laughed self-deprecatingly, "At this time, you are willing to give me alms, but I am still very rare. You have never expressed any intentions, so you just think that all this is my wishful thinking. "

"I'm actually..." Zong Wenlin's hand holding the dagger trembled, and the cold blade pressed against Yang Jiming's neck.

"Zong Wenlin." Yang Jiming gritted his teeth and leaned on Zong Wenlin's shoulder, his voice trembling, "Remember, I never regret what I did, and I don't want to bear any consequences. What the world says is up to the world. You forced me to admit my mistake, and I confessed it for you."

He stuck to Zong Wenlin's ear, and said word by word: "I died for you."

Zong Wenlin's right hand trembled, and the short sword in his hand pierced Yang Jiming's back inch by inch.

"I've never done anything wrong." Yang Jiming bit his lip, blood dripping on Zong Wenlin's shoulder, "You make it clear to me, I'm not for your life, nor for atonement, I'm for You died."

Zong Wenlin remained silent, the dagger was nailed to the back of Yang Jiming's heart, the flames rose from the feet of the two of them, rolled around Yang Jiming's clothes, and the flames quickly wrapped him up, burning like fire.

"I, don't die, it hurts too much, let me go, let go..." Yang Jiming cried out in pain, it hurts too much, he regretted it.

Killing him with a knife is fine, why should he feel the pain of his soul being burned a little bit in the fire of karma, it hurts so much, he wants to run away.

But Zong Wenlin held him tightly in his arms, hugging him tightly, and he couldn't escape in the flames.

He is nostalgic for the other party's embrace, and he will not think about anything anymore. The fire of karma has taken everything away from him.

He broke free with one hand, and swung it fiercely at Zong Wenlin's cheek. Just before the flames burned out, Zong Wenlin felt a hot wind brushing against his cheek.

"I hate you." Yang Jiming's distorted voice due to pain burned out together with the flames, leaving only the figure of Zong Wenlin and the living soul refined by karmic fire in his hands, like a handful of golden sand. .

With a wave of the brush in Zong Wenlin's hand, the ink-colored wind rolled up golden sand, passed through the fire wall, and floated in the direction of Yu Yin. On his sleeve, there was still Yang Jiming's blood.

"Anyone standing here can kill him." Ji Feiyu was silent for a long time, looked at Zong Wenlin and said, "But you are not qualified."

The golden sand floated into the air. Zong Wenlin stood under the crabapple tree in front of Duxue Mountain Villa, and slowly picked up the lost owner's delusion sword. The wind blew his hood off, and his expression remained calm, neither sad nor happy .

The moment the flames burned out, the hesitant sword in Yang Xiuyi's hand fell to the ground. He and Su Yitong felt a sharp pain at the same time, and fell to their knees. Yang Jiming didn't die at the hands of Yang Xiuyi, the evil curse left by Jiang Nuoyi was destroyed. started.

Su Yitong didn't expect that this evil curse would be so powerful. It turned out that Jiang Nuoyi never thought of taking Yang Xiuyi's life from the very beginning.

In her eyes, children with the blood of the Yang family can never be kept.

For the sake of being a mother, his little fairy, how sad it must be.

Yang Xiuyi is very dangerous at this time, but there is a wall of fire between the two of them, and Su Yitong can't get around it. Once the fire of karma is ignited, even Zong Wenlin himself cannot extinguish it unless it is completely burned out. He is trapped in this square inch Between the heavens and the earth, the boy with clear pupils was no longer seen for a while.

Zong Wenlin originally wanted to separate him, and he would be able to get out of the shackles when the fire of karma burned out, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He is a medical practitioner, and only he has a sliver of strength to save his little fairy from the hands of the evil curse. He must be quick, and he can't wait for a moment.

"You are sick, Su Yitong!"

"are you crazy."

After Ji Feiyu and Gezi Yunyun finished their sentence, they watched Su Yitong rush towards the fire wall under the terrified eyes of a group of people.

"You..." Zong Wenlin was also startled.

Yang Jiming died in this karmic fire, yet Su Yitong dared to dive into the fire.Yu Yin raised her right hand, and the Luoying sword flew down from the air, barely scratching a corner of Su Yitong's clothes, even the red line of heavenly punishment flying out of Beixiao's hand could not pull Su Yitong away.

Yu Yin could only watch Su Yitong rush out of two high walls formed by karmic flames in the body of a ghost cultivator, and hug the pale boy tightly.

"Tongtong?" Yang Xiuyi was confused by the pain. Through his blurred vision, he saw a glowing figure rushing out of the sea of ​​flames. He endured the pain and said a thousand words for a while. He didn't know which sentence to say first, but he was a little stunned. Asked, "Tongtong, am I dead, are you shining?"

"Yes, it's burning to the point where it glows." Su Yitong said angrily, "It hurts like hell, shut up."

Karmic fire exorcises evil spirits. Ghost cultivators are originally the most yin and evil existences. Immortal cultivators dare not enter the karmic fire, let alone ghost cultivators. His remodeled body was burned. Fortunately, the soul-condensing lamp is fine.

"Little Immortal, you trade at a loss. I've been tricked by you." Su Yitong sighed, took off the small bell on his wrist, made a strange handprint with both hands, and then stroked his eyebrows with one hand, a ray of light He was drawn out along his hand, and floated in Yang Xiuyi's direction, "It's the first time I've used a family spell, and I don't have much experience. You and I can get rid of the curse, and if you don't, you will die here. Dare you bet? , Little Immortal?"

Yang Xiuyi didn't even think about it, and said: "Dare." Anyway, this curse is to kill him, he won't doubt anything Su Yitong says.

"Okay." Su Yitong smiled, "I like you like this, I'll bet with you."

"It's not a loss-making business." Yang Xiuyi looked up, "It must be, no."

"What?" Su Yitong couldn't react.

"I won't let you lose money." Yang Xiuyi propped up his body, touched Su Yitong's head with his hand that was not stained with blood, and said with difficulty, "I will definitely let you return with a rewarding experience."

Su Yitong was startled, then smiled silently, and shook the small silver bell in his hand.

Cheng Ying, Lonely, Tian Zhu and Luo Ying sounded swords at the same time, and even the Ruji in Zong Wenlin's hand suddenly trembled.

"Shenbing... Bu Guang." Ji Feiyu recognized the little bell on Su Yitong's hand.

That is the most mysterious weapon in the records of the gods of the human race and the monster race, Bu Guang.

"Isn't it the magic weapon? Who doesn't have it yet?" Su Yitong bit her lower lip and said with difficulty.

Everything happened in an instant, no one had time to stop it, only Yu Yin had time to look in Su Yitong's direction, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Buguang was in the hands of Yaozu a long time ago, but at some point, it fell into the hands of the Nanhai clan. The magic weapon Buguang is very evil and can move people's souls, but it is extremely difficult to use. Knowing how to put their own lives into it, few people can use it well. Few people dare to use this kind of magical weapon, except for the time when Qin Shuanghan's soul was used to save Yu Yin, Su Yitong always wore it on his wrist as an ornament.

Su Yitong used step light to trigger it. This is a spell used by their clan to change their fate against the sky. The possibility of success is very small. The one who bet on their lives together is the caster.

Su Yitong looked at the sky, smiled at Yu Yin, raised the hem of his skirt, half-kneeled on the ground, and made a silent gesture to Yu Yin and Yang Xiuyi at the same time, Yu Yin stopped, Su Yitong tapped Yang Xiuyi's eyebrows, The bell rang non-stop, Yang Xiuyi closed his eyes, Su Yitong immediately disappeared in place, turned into water mist, and the white mist slowly hid Yang Xiuyi's body in it.

Ji Feiyu let go of his hand, and the Lonely Sword descended from the sky, swimming with light blue spiritual power, drawing a barrier around the two of them.

The battle in the sky subsided, and Bei Xiao returned to Yu Yin's side. Yu Yin held Bei Xiao's hand to heal his wounds, and at the same time looked provocatively at the tree demon ghost in the clouds who had turned into a human form. Yang Jiming died in Zong Wenlin. In his hands, this means that the fate trajectory set by Mingling has changed.

When Yang Xiuyi met Su Yitong, Ming Ling's original expectation had been changed.

Ming Ling let out a roar, huge branches and leaves swept down from the sky, and swept towards the place where Su Yitong and Yang Xiuyi were.In Bei Xiao's hand, the red long sword of the divine soldier Tianzhu quickly chopped off a thick branch, and Yu Yin swung the heavy sword to support the shadow, and chopped down another branch.

Nine bolts of lightning fell on the Chengying sword, and the sword spirit roared, and the sword body burst into a dazzling red light.

Ming Ling sneered, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the originally flat ground was suddenly torn apart by the branches and leaves soaring into the sky. Someone on the ground couldn't dodge in time and fell into the deep crack.

The pigeons flew up into the air in threes and threes, their wings curled up the golden sand that floated into the air, and flew towards the direction of the shadow of the epee.

Bei Xiao's eyes froze, and he stepped forward to stop the pigeon, Yu Yin also took a step back to avoid the human soul that Sansan was trying to send to sacrifice the sword.

"I'm not the kind of sword that is rare for souls." Cheng Yingjian also quickly stated, "Even if my Cheng Ying is broken today, if I break it here, I won't move that little soul."

However, Sansan suddenly spoke and spoke an ancient language.

"The language of the demons." Bei Xiao heard what the pigeon said.

At the same time, Chengying's red light was in full bloom, and the fierce sword, Chengying, got rid of Yu Yin's right hand and flew into the air, blending the golden sand into it, and the sword turned red.Yu Yin was knocked away by Cheng Ying's strength, and Bei Xiao caught her.

Under the complicated eyes of everyone, this ancient fierce sword slowly rotated twice in the sky, and made a dull, majestic and satisfying voice: "It's really fragrant."