Laughing wildly, she just felt that she had never been so refreshed for a moment. The endless murderous spread made her want to kill Zhao Zhiping millions of times without feeling happy.
But at this moment, suddenly a sharp sword aura cut down in the sky, screaming Zhao Zhiping and his clear heart.
Separately, Lin Yang smashed into the field like a cyan lightning, looking directly at the enchanted Mingxin.
"Enough, Mingxin, Zhao Zhiping is dead... Now you are confused by the illusion, and the killing intent has already made you enchanted!"
Lin Yangyun raised his whole mind and shouted loudly, and at the same time, he yelled in the depths of her heart by connecting with Mingxin's soul.
"Mingxin, look around here. We were in the illusion of Slaughter Immortal Sword before. Everything is fake. You must wake up from the killing thought and wake up!"
Mingxin seemed to be taken aback for a while.
The red light in her eyes seemed to fade a little, changing back and forth between red and green several times, but soon became blood red again.
She smiled coldly: "Lin Yang, do you know what you are talking about? I waited for a thousand years to kill this bitch. You told me today that he is fake? He is Zhao Zhiping, and he is the one who deserves a thousand swords. Zhao Zhiping of Wanqi, no one can stop me from killing him today! Get out!"
Mingxin lost his reason.
This is the difference between people controlling their own killing thoughts and killing thoughts manipulating people.
When she first entered the illusion, Mingxin was still able to distinguish the authenticity of the world around her, but now she has regarded Zhao Zhiping in front of her as a real person.
If she really killed Zhao Zhiping today, and the killing intent was completely out of control, she would never be able to distinguish between the illusory and the reality, repeating this past memory in the illusion, and killing Zhao Zhiping again and again to vent her anger.
At the end of the day, she will be the same as the former Slaughter Sword Spirit. Everyone she sees will be the incarnation of Zhao Zhiping, and her heart is completely Slaughter. Once that happens, the gods will be hard to save...
Therefore, Lin Yang must seize the last chance, let Mingxin stop, control the killing mind, and see everything clearly.
He straightened his body in the face of the horrible killing intent: "Stupid! You played with so many people before, so use your mind to think about what we are here for!"
roll!
Where could Mingxin listen to Lin Yang's nonsense again, and directly waved his hand to release a terrible thought force impact, as if a huge fist directly hammered Lin Yang.
Her thought power cultivation itself is above Lin Yang, and now she has absorbed so much killing intent evil energy, and has already reached the peak of transformation, Lin Yang Wanwan is not her opponent.
puff!
Lin Yang directly vomited blood and flew upside down a hundred meters.
Mingxin's punch caused Lin Yang's soul to take a heavy hit. If it weren't for the soul link between the two, Mingxin's last bit of wisdom made her stay with Lin Yang, for fear that Lin Yang would directly declare reimbursement.
"Zhao Zhiping, no one can save you today... Hey, haha, enjoy it for me!"
Mingxin's mind is already a little confused now, but the surging killing intent still allows her to continue torturing the peerless bitch.
But when she just raised her hand, Lin Yang's voice rang again in her mind: "Mingxin, think about it, I am Lin Yang, and you still recognize me! How could Zhao Zhiming and I appear in front of you at the same time? , This is an illusion for a thousand years, Zhao Zhiming is dead! Dead!
Lin Yang forced a dialogue with Mingxin's mind through his soul imprint, and at the same time tried to control Mingxin's body, but now he is too far behind Mingxin, coupled with the protection of the killing intent of the Slaughter Immortal Sword, this kind of control becomes more and more ineffective.
"shut up!"
Mingxin was plunged into a huge struggle and chaos, and only felt that her mind was about to explode. She waved her hand and flew out again, fearing Lin Yang not far behind.
Bang!
Lin Yang was directly blasted into a stone mountain.
The huge stone mountain collapsed instantly, and the endless rubble fell desperately, burying Lin Yang inside.
"Lin Yang, don't think that I dare not kill you! Say one more thing, and I will let you go to hell first!"
Mingxin's hair was dancing wildly in the air, like a real monster with murderous intent, but somehow, two lines of blood and tears began to flow from the corner of her eyes, as if another soul was crying helplessly.
Wow!
There was a surge in the gravel below.
Lin Yang got out of it with a grey head and face.
A mouthful of blood was sprayed out directly, and Lin Yang's soul flashed slightly, and it seemed to become a little more transparent.
That was the performance of Shenxun after being severely injured, he faced Mingxin, after all, it was too difficult.
"Hey!" Lin Yang heavily spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and smiled helplessly on his face: "I am absolutely crazy today, and I am fighting this way for a wicked girl!"
While cursing himself, Lin Yang slowly soared into the air again.
He once again stood in between Mingxin and Zhao Zhiping, staring at him and cursing: "You stupid girl, how many times do I need to tell you to understand that this ****** is fake, you Kill him and you will be ruined! Understand! Understand!"
Lin Yang has always been calm and steady, and has never been as passionate as he is today.
He is not crazy.
He can't let a girl who has the same fate as himself, even a demon, but because she helps her purify the Slaughter Sword, she will never be supernatural.
He is even more unable to let Qingyunzong become the victim of a magic sword in the future. The old man Qingxuan, the elder Qianqiu, and the stupid boy Cui Jing believes in himself so much...
And Lin Haoyuan... Xia Yuwei...
Lin Yang clearly remembered how his parents fought bloody battles for the sake of his breath when they could escape. They were not afraid of life and death, just to seek justice for themselves, and only for the persistence of faith in his heart. !
In life, there are certain things that are more important than fate, aren't they!
"Mingxin, there is a kind of you kill me today, or you will go back with me well. Damn, you can't bear such a little bit of murderousness, so why are you going to rush to the holy realm with me in the future! Wake me up!"
"You... You... Get out of me!"
Mingxin didn't know if he heard Lin Yang's heartbreaking cry.
The blood and tears in her eyes rushed down completely uncontrollably. It was an indescribable shock and moving, but her hand was controlled by the killing intent, and she raised it mercilessly, and a bloody blade flew out in a hurry. .
Stabbed.
Lin Yang's shoulder was directly slashed by the blood blade, and a bone-seen wound exploded fiercely. The blood was flowing like a fountain, and the flesh turned out, causing Lin Yang's body to stagger directly.
"Fuck off!" Lin Yang took a painful breath, but he rushed to Mingxin quickly.
"Stupid girl, don't you fucking wake up again, I slap you to wake you up!"
Lin Yang was completely free, and his shoulders seemed to be burning, but he still had the last bargaining chip. He had to spare everything to bet on this, betting that he would be able to get close to the stupid girl and put it all over.
"Get out, get out! You get out of me!"
Mingxin's mind has become more and more chaotic. She is like a little girl who is at a loss. She can only scream desperately and brandish a bleeding blade to prevent Lin Yang from approaching.
At the same time, in her tears of blood, the green color that originally belonged to her appeared slightly, and she seemed to be desperately shaking her head: "Lin Yang, you go, go! Leave me alone!"
Wow!
Blood blades flying across the sky.
This is the real sword mountain purgatory.
No matter how Lin Yang instigated his own thought power defense, he also became a blood man directly amidst the tide of blood blades of hundreds of ways.
Within a short distance of several hundred meters, Lin Yang'crawled' in the air for nearly half an hour.
For this half an hour, every minute, flesh and blood are flying in the air, and every second, blood is flying in the sky.
No one can imagine how a person can soberly endure the pain of ten thousand knives.
No one had the heart to see how Lin Yang, who was slowly crawling out of the tide of blood blades, looked miserable now.
Mingxin held her hand in a daze, her heart was already in tears.
A terrifying body almost like a human skeleton, gritted his teeth, still standing in the air like an immortal King Kong.
Lin Yang was so painful that he couldn't feel it.
Even if the sea of qi shattered and the flame quenched the body, it was not as terrible as today's spirit suffering from Ling Chi.
He didn't know how he persisted until now, only the last faith in his heart supported him, moving step by step towards Mingxin.
"Stupid, stupid girl..."
Lin Yang slowly raised his hand, and the palm that had almost become a skeleton actually seemed to be going to slap Mingxin and woke her up.
Mingxin has come to the final juncture of the struggle between the two wills in the body, but Ning Yu's stubborn killing intent has condensed into a terrifying sharp knife in her palm.
When the sword fell and Lin Yang died, everything would end in failure.
"I, I killed you!" This is a murderous expression in Mingxin's body.
"Go, Lin Yang, go!" This was another weak cry.
Lin Yang's trembling palm stretched out to Mingxin's face inch by inch.
Mingxin's blood-red blade slammed into Lin Yang's heart at the last moment.
A burst of Yin Hong's blood sprayed directly onto Ming Xin's face, and at the same time, Lin Yang's palm finally touched Ming Xin's cheek at this moment.
The whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Mingxin was dumbfounded.
Lin Yang's blood was so hot and enthusiastic that it poured all over her face.
The scarlet smell slowly penetrated into her lips, it was so bitter and distressed.
Mingxin didn't know what was going on.
She only felt that an inexplicable energy came from Lin Yang's fingertips, as if a clear spring water flowed through her heart, and at the same time, a memory screen specially selected by Lin Yang appeared before her eyes.
From the birth of Lin Yang, it was destined to be a tragedy.
He was chosen by his closest grandfather to become a victim of family interests, and all his blood was drained and injected into his cousin's body.
His parents, in order to save him, wandered around the world, but he could only watch them struggling hard in the endless distance, but he could only approach them step by step.
His most trusted brother brought him the most painful betrayal, and even put him to death.