The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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"Brothers..." When Yin Yue was more awake, his heart was slightly shocked. The surrounding area is not dark, but the sky is bright and bright, and you can clearly see the eyebrows of people around you. He asked, "Sister, how long have I slept?"

Luo Mingchuan carefully lifted the people and explored the veins. The more Yin Yin did not move, let Luo Mingchuan's real yuan enter the body. While looking at the whole environment.

They are in a mountain, the soil is moist, the grass is rich in water, the air is scented with the fragrance of the vegetation, the morning light is faint, the mountains and rivers are quiet and beautiful.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

Luo Mingchuan avoided answering, "How do you feel now?"

Yin Zhenyue’s real element was running in the body for a week, and there were residual medicines in the meridians. It was slightly stinging and the broken bones were growing. Fortunately, the heart was not hurt. The wounds were treated, and even the **** mottled robes were clean.

Yin Yin wants to know how many things Luo Mingchuan did when he was in a coma.

The brother should be heavier than him, but he will take care of him.

So he took hold of Luo Mingchuan’s hand in his veins and prevented him from losing himself to himself.

"I am fine, how are you with your brother?"

Luo Mingchuan responded, "No problem." He hesitated, but decided to tell the truth,

"I am recovering very quickly."

This is one thing that makes him start to fear himself.

He had thought that this time in the battle, the use of Garland's technique to display beyond the realm of the realm would definitely be violently countered. And breaking the moment of the golden light, the huge pressure directly crushed every inch of his pulse. Even the ribs were broken two.

However, after the real fall, only a cup of tea fainting, the body began to repair itself.

This incredibly powerful resilience is only available in the Devil.

He said the truth, calm on the face, and his heart is like a drum, he thought, maybe the younger brother would also think... he is a magic repair.

Yin Yi is more and more convinced that Luo Mingchuan's right hand is picked up, and the original **** wrist is already as clean as ever. Even the scars are not left, and I feel a sigh of relief.

Laughing, "It’s a good thing to recover quickly. It’s fine for the brothers."

He doesn't laugh often, and every time he shows his face, it is like a snow and ice.

The chill of Luo Mingchuan’s heart was dispersed, and he laughed low.

Yin Yue felt the slight shock of his chest, only to realize that he had been lying halfway in the arms of his brother.

Ah, I am so heavy! Brother is very hard! Qaq

The face burned hot, and he hurriedly stood up and stood up.

Luo Mingchuan also naturally let him go, got up and smashed his robes.

Yin Yi saw the brothers and sisters of the party and felt that they were too tweaked. There was nothing to be embarrassed.

Attention immediately shifted to the right thing, "Brother, before you saw the flaws of the formation? Do you think we can still be in the Musk Mountain Range?"

They had fallen from the abyss cracks, but they came here strangely. It may be that the power of the array is too great and distorts the space. It may also be under the Xingshan Temple, and there should be no holes in the sky.

The two walked along the stream, looking at the surrounding environment while guessing the current situation.

Before Luo Mingchuan, he used God to see it very far. He didn't find any danger. "There is a glimpse of the golden light. I see that there is an unstable ground in the array. The energy fluctuation is different from other places. I just want to try to break open. The array method, I did not expect to come here... The variety of trees and the humidity of the air here are different from those in the Musk Mountain Range, just like...the other side of the world."

In fact, there is still a point he did not say.

He will decisively choose to jump off the abyss because he feels the familiar atmosphere. It’s like being in the middle of it, what is the same thing that attracts him.

This feeling is too illusory, when it is not true, it will only make the younger brother worry about him.

Yin Yue’s knowledge of the gods is very strong. At this time, the six points have been restored, and it is also seen that this is not the Muxiang Mountain. If you think about it, you can't help but mutter. "Golden light has a flaw..."

Luo Mingchuan nodded, "Yes. The mountain guardian of the Yaya Mountain, it costs 80,000 Lingshi every year to maintain it. It costs more to open up. It also needs the 'Yu Ya Ling' or the gods left by the founder of the mountain. 'Spring Mountain laughs' pressure."

Yin Yue understands what he means.

This is the case with the guardian mountain array in the end of the world. What's more, Xingshan Temple is a wonderful way to support a ‘All Saints’ era, and it will take a million years to survive. How much more is it needed? Unable to count.

Although the temple has its resources and resources, it is far from the required level.

Yin Yin is sinking into the heart to look at this place.

I finally found out that it was wrong.

There is sound of the sound of the wind, the sound of the mountains and the pines, but there is no sound of living things.

There are no birds in the forest, there are no fish in the water, and there are no insects in the grass.

The climate is pleasant and the soil is rich. But apart from him and Luo Mingchuan, there are no traces of living things.

At this time, the sky was already bright, but the eyes were not seen, and the landscapes of the original Ning and Jingmei were all dead.

Here, it is like a dead place.

Yin Yin is more and more cold in his heart. "Maybe the golden light is not supported by the spirit stone and the gods, but with some vitality..."

This speculation is too ridiculous. Even he can't say it.

Luo Mingchuan did not answer directly. But there are similar speculations in my heart.

The two did not speak again, and they walked deep into the woods with vigilance and tacit understanding.

There is a magnificent yellow tile in the shade of the branches, which is the only building in the entire forest.

After approaching, Zhu Qizheng has long been eclipsed, barely able to see four mottled characters - Daxiong Hall.

It is written in the temple, but it is not big, it can only be regarded as a Buddhist temple.

Along the way, they can already be sure that this place is by no means a fantasy. Seeing the Buddha Temple in the Xingshan Temple at the moment, it shows that under the abyss, it is indeed the other side of the temple.

The buddha stands alone in the wild, the door is locked, the ash is old, and the old doors and windows are old.

It seems that a gust of wind can destroy it, but it is close to here, and the wind is calming down.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan looked at each other.

The practitioners are not only five senses, but also sharper than ordinary people. As the realm improves, the spirit becomes stronger and the intuition will become more and more accurate. At this time, they all felt that perhaps the glory of the golden light was in this Buddhist temple.

The two did not rush in, first let go of the gods to look at it. No abnormalities were found.

Yin Yin opened the door with the top of the scabbard, and the stone lock fell, and the smoke came.

The light in the temple is dark, and the apricot-colored tent has thick ash, but no spider webs.

Although the top beam is eroded, the structure is tight and strong. The main beam is two horizontally overlapping six cymbals, and the four rafters and flat beams stacked on top of each other are successively descended.

This kind of complicated process has been simplified and eliminated now, and even in Xingshan Temple can not be seen.

But in the age of sacred, it is the mainstream of the temple and other buildings.

Although the right platform is high, the Buddha body is not big.

The eyelids are half-skinned, the knots sit, the left hand is horizontal to the lap, and the right hand is pointing upwards, forming a ‘saying’.

This is a gold-plated lacquer, but the piece peels off because of the age, revealing the original dark brown. There is something horrible in compassion.

Luo Mingchuan stopped in front of him and stepped into the temple, suddenly felt a violent stun.

He turned back and said, ‘Don’t come in,’ but the figure went straight backwards!

Yin Yin saw him face not right, care was chaotic, and he quickly took two steps to help him.

At the same time when I stepped into the temple, I suddenly blackened my eyes. The last thing I saw was the Buddha statue that looked like a curtain.

**********

Luo Mingchuan stood on the edge of the cliff and was still awkward.

He remembers that he and his younger brother are clearly in Xingshan Temple, and now...

"Devil!"

A fierce drink was like a thunder.

His mind was dizzy, and he felt that there was no pain in his body. He was awakened by this sound, and he saw that he was covered in blood.

The wind on the edge of the cliff is too big, as if it can blow people down.

Inexplicable, he knows that here is the star.

The younger brother in front of him seems to have grown up a lot overnight, and the white-haired disease that has always worried him is gone. Three thousand ink hairs and white robes fluttered in the wind, and the hand bones of the sword were clearly defined.

Still the same as the lake sword, the sword tip pointed at him.

The sword smashed the blood.

Yin Yi stood behind a lot of people, and there were old people who wore blue-colored robes, and they also had a sly person who was obviously sly. Looking back, there were some people from various sects.

But they didn't do it, they just looked at it indifferently.

Luo Mingchuan raised his eyes and looked straight at the strangers in front of him. He found that every word he said was extremely difficult.

"Teacher, do you believe them? You want to kill me?"

The most fearful thing in the heart, the most unwilling to face things, still happened.

The colder the frosty look of Yin Yan, the first time he changed, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I want to kill you, what to do with others? There should be a break between you and me."

When Luo Mingchuan was awkward, the teenager in memory was also standing like this with a sword. But he stood with him, his eyes were firm,

"If you have to believe something, I believe in my brother."

Clearly it was yesterday's business, but it seems that I have lived a long time, so that he can hardly remember whether it really happened.

Yesterday we, you and me today.

The moment when Jianfeng pierced the heart, it was not as painful as imagined.

The thin blood of the spray makes people wake up. Can clearly feel the loss of life.

The sword front passed through the body and revealed an inch. The distance between the two was close at hand. Luo Mingchuan looked straight at the eyes, but he smiled.

"I don't know who you are, but you are not a younger brother. The younger brother will not look at me like this."

It is not the blade that hurts people, it is his cold eyes.

The man holding the sword against the lake did not speak, and indifference kicked him off the star.

***********

Yin Yi still feels that his head is dizzy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the reflection of the glazed bricks underneath, reflecting his pale face in the light and dark.

Only then found that I was lying on the ground. The chill spread across the knees.

He thought of getting up, but his shoulders were like a mountain, and it was the limit to barely raise his back.

Looking up, I saw the wide and boundless hall, which was divided into twelve bronze lamps, and the candle was swaying, but there was no temperature.

At the end of the hall, the throne is so high that you can only see that someone is sitting on it, but the face is dark and unclear in the shadows.

The man opened his mouth and his voice was low. But inexplicably gave birth to an ethereal meaning, echoing in the empty hall,

"Do you want to be clear?"

Yin Yin was more shocked. He felt that he must know the people on the throne.

The next moment, the man calmly got up and walked down from the high steps.

The layers of clothes are placed on the ground like a tidal dark tide.

The complicated rune of the squad on the wide sleeve is horrible like a living creature under the jumping fire.

Only when his figure was faltering, he walked through the vast hall and stood in front of Yin Yin.

Yin Yi finally knows why he feels familiar.

Because this person is Luo Mingchuan.

But anyone who has seen Luo Mingchuan will not mistake the two.

There are seven points in the face that are similar, but they are more than three points.

The light is half-bright and half-dark, like a demon in the abyss.

Yin Yin opened his mouth and found that he could not speak.

The icy fingertips lifted his chin and the chill of the bones spread all over the body.

He can only be forced to look up at the eyes of this person.

The ink-colored pupil reflects the candle in the temple, and looks like it is a **** sea.

The man leaned down slightly and was closer.

The cold breath is sprayed thin between the necks, but it looks like a happy smile.

"In the past, there were Buddhas who cut the flesh and fed the eagle. Now there is a Yin head to demon. Isn't it a story that is passed down to the future?"

Yin Yi felt that this posture made him uncomfortable, but he could not afford the invisible bondage.

I can only listen to the person and continue to say, "You stay with me in the Changyuan Temple for a night, I will retreat three thousand miles tomorrow morning. How?"

Even if you don't know the cause and effect, intuition tells him that this must not be a good thing.

He looked at the eyes without human feelings, only *.

Said word by word,

"You are not a brother. Brothers will not say such things."

Even if you have a face similar to that of your brother, it is not him.