With blood on Jinglin's forehead, he looked back suddenly.
Li Rong has already stepped out, and the cramps are not finished yet. He just moved, and the white shadow in front of him stepped out of the strong wind, and then he was kicked over with a heavy chest.
Jing Lin chased after the dragon body, and Lord Linsong stumbled, shaking his body in an extremely embarrassed manner. The blood on his face was washed away by the rain, and he looked like a lost child.
"Stop..." Jing Lin muttered, reading helplessly, "Please..."
Canglong lowered his head and did not move, and the torrential rain covered Jinglin's voice. His back seemed to be pressed down by something, and it became faintly curved, and his whole body knelt on the ground against Long Shui. His palms randomly touched the dragon's body and covered the injured area with force, as if this would make Cang Ji return to its original state.
Blood soaked his knees, and the white robe became mottled. Jinglin trembled uncontrollably, the roar of heavy rain in his ears, and the sound of "you are alive" blurred his eyes.
How can it be blurry
Jinglin approached him, wiping the rain as if making a mistake. But the rain was so heavy that no matter how I wiped it, my eyes were blurry.
It was raining heavily, greed gnawed at Canglong's wound, and demons flocked to try to eat the dragon. Li Rong stepped forward with his gun and pulled away the greed. He watched Jinglin buried in the filth, and reached out to pull Jinglin up. But when his hand was about to touch Jinglin, Yanquan slammed into the ground, separating him from the people close by.
The strong wind swayed around, and Jing Lin couldn't kneel for a long time. The Yanquan Sword was blocked by the oblique blade, and he desperately pulled the demon that was covering the dragon's body. The only remaining sea of blood flooded to his waist, and the evil demon facing the desperate situation angered the blood wind and surrounded Jing Lin in the vast blood.
The sleeves were torn to shreds, and the exposed arms were also scraped with blood. Jinglin didn't know the pain. He pulled away the dirt with his hands and even his teeth, and fiercely took back the dragon scales that were cut away, holding them in the palm of his hand and refused to throw them away. He was breathing rapidly, and his palms were cut to pieces by dragon scales between the bites of the demons.
In a natural phenomenon, the sea of clouds stirred by the blue dragon suddenly condensed and flew, and the demons gathered here were restless. Cang Ji was dead, and the rest of the sea of blood had nowhere to live. They squirmed and buried Jinglin, and the blood mist madly covered Jinglin's wound.
Yanquan suddenly hummed loudly, but seeing the collapse of Qingtian Yunzhu, it rushed into Jinglin like a broken bamboo. The blue light is scattered in the chaos of heaven and earth, and the red light breaks through the water and shines brightly in the wind, rain and waves.
"The body of the sea of blood has been damaged!" Li Rong suddenly smashed his spear and shouted, "It wants to devour Lord Linsong! Hold it back!"
Three thousand armors rushed up, and Jing Lin's figure was already covered by the blood mist. The red glow escaped in it, and in an instant, the lines of the spell appeared on Jinglin's neck and arms, making Jinglin unable to breathe. His forehead rested on the dragon's body, and the suffocation when he was in love flooded. The pain was suppressed in the mouth, Jing Lin suddenly braced his arms, and the blood mist seeped in along the lines, as sharp as ice, ramming through his internal organs.
Jinglin choked blood immediately, his spirit sea reversed, and the lotus pattern on his palm was scratched with blood. Yanquan vibrated with a "pop" sound, and there were several broken marks.
"Jinglin!" Li Rong has changed color.
Jing Lin's forehead slipped on the ground, and the broken scales made him sore. His throat seemed to be tightly stuck by someone, only the dark red soaked in his fingertips still had residual warmth. The demon poured into the body, like Cang Ji swallowing the sea of devil, the cold feeling wandered in the limbs, making Jing Lin's fingertips tightly on the ground, and the blood between the mouth and mouth was hard to stop. Half of his face has been covered with lines, and he supported himself with a rough voice, and he was about to fall into the devil's way!
Li Rong quickened his two fingers, stopped the demon's charge, and carried Jing Lin out of the blood. The rain was like the sky weeping and crying, Li Rong straightened up, pulled out the cracked throat spring, and struggled to retreat.
Li Rong was already in tears, and he read: "Don't be afraid! Senior brother will never let you die!"
The veins appeared on Jinglin's neck, he panted hard, his fingers grabbed the rain curtain, and there seemed to be a sound in his throat. Li Rong couldn't hear clearly at first, but he didn't understand until the blood was withdrawn.
That was Jing Lin crying bitterly.
The heavy rain followed by ice and snow lingered in the north for seven days. In seven days, the Jinglin Linghai collapsed, and the demons devoured the throat and rusted it into a broken sword. There is pain everywhere in the body, thorns in the abdomen and chest like cold cones, the confinement of the incantation between the neck, Jing Lin's ten fingers are rubbed with flesh and blood in the pain.
For a few moments he thought he was going to die.
However, there are dragon breaths hidden in their bodies, and they walk with the demons tirelessly, guarding Jinglin's original appearance day and night. They are like masters, building copper walls and iron walls in Jinglin's body, protecting him from endless vitality, and guarding him and continuing to breathe.
"You are alive."
This whisper kept repeating, and Jinglin opened his eyes, but fell into a long darkness. His eyes were empty and dark, his cheeks pressed against the cold stone bed. Jing Lin started, and his limbs were handcuffed by heavy chains.
"Awake?" There was a sudden crawling sound from above. Li Rong pushed out a gap that could only accommodate his arms, laying in the gap, and said in a loud voice, "Jinglin! Do you still recognize Senior Brother?"
Jing Lin's eyes did not move, his throat was dry, and the spell imprisoned him, making him still a little dazed at the moment.
The above slowly handed over a bowl of water, and swayed it in front of Jing Lin. Li Rong bent down, stretched out his arms as much as he could, and tipped the bowl a little. The clear water swayed, Jing Lin's eyes moved slightly, and he gradually turned around.
"Use some water. If you are hungry, tell me." Li Rong looked at him and said, "...Your cultivation is tied to one thought, and you must not think about anything else."
Jing Lin was indifferent.
Li Rong had to lightly touch the edge of the bowl against Jinglin's lips, and then poured it slowly. But Jing Lin didn't open his mouth, letting the water wet his chin and left temple. He clenched his teeth like this, as if loosening a little, it would turn into biting.
"Jinglin." Li Rong said, "The demons remain in your body. If they don't go away, your father will not let you out again. The throat is like a blunt sword, but it's not broken... Do you understand? You're not a waste yet. , you are just." He paused for a moment, "You are just retreating. The spell will help you forget Cang Emperor and re-learn the way of swordsmanship."
Jinglin knocked over the bowl, and the water splashed on the stone bed and dripped down.
Li Rong closed his hands in disappointment, he just crouched above, silent for a long time, and said, "You and I guessed wrong, my father is not a sea of blood."
"You didn't want to tell me a word, but I wanted to tell you. Jinglin, it was Qingyao who died."
"When Emperor Cang swallowed the sea, Qingyao was caught in the fire of the sky. Yunsheng was elsewhere, and only you were at home... Xuemei chased you for dozens of miles, and wanted you to return to save people. Jinglin, you didn't look back."
Jing Lin suddenly gasped intermittently, he leaned against the wall and hurriedly said: "Lie!"
Li Rong said: "When you come out, you will understand."
Jing Lin slammed against the wall between his foreheads, and he curled up in this narrow place, covering his ears weakly. The chains were heavy on his body, and he was shivering with cold.
"Lying..." Jing Lin murmured, "Deceived... deceived the world... Murdered like hemp... you and I are both wolves... are wicked villains!"
Li Rong closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and said, "The overall situation has been decided."
The chain made a "crashing" sound, and Jinglin gnashed his teeth and said, "Go away!"
Li Rong hesitated for a moment before getting up, and finally took out an unwashed handkerchief from his arms and placed it on the stone bed.
"I come every day." Li Rong said, "... This thing must not be seen by others."
Li Rong closed the gap before leaving, and the bottom fell into darkness again. Jing Lin settled like this for a long time, and groped along the wall to get up. His fingers touched the handkerchief, and the handkerchief showed a subtle gloss. Jinglin leaned down, pulled out the handkerchief, and a piece of moon-white dragon scales lay in it against the Buddha beads.
"Have you heard of the dragon's reverse scales?"
It rained suddenly in the parlour, and the blood was wet with tears. Jing Lin bowed and took the handkerchief into his arms. He whimpered softly, like a reckless and frustrated little beast.
They slashed and cramped his beloved.
They turned his morals into ramblings.
There was nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia, and now it has become completely dark. His blood was cold, and the way he had cultivated fell apart.
Jing Lin was holding the inverse scales and the Buddha beads, and the ghosts of the spell were entangled. He knocked his forehead to the ground in desperation, and rolled around in the suffocation that gradually tightened. The chains were tightly tied to his arms, pressing him into this cramped shrine, and no one paid any attention to his choked sobbing in pain.
The next day, Li Rong came again, but he was not alone. Jiutianjun opened the barrier, and the light stabbed Jinglin's eyes slightly. He tucked the handkerchief into the crevice of the stone wall, blocked his body on the stone bed, and covered his eyes with the chains.
"Jinglin." Jiu Tianjun looked down at him and said sympathetically, "Does my son still recognize him as a father?"
Jinglin's black hair was messy, and his red and swollen eyes stared at Jiutianjun silently from his fingers.
Jiutianjun's eyes became more and more affectionate: "My son is young, and after this setback, he will become a great weapon. As a father, he will guard you until you have eliminated the evil spirits and eliminated the evil thoughts."
If you haven't heard Jinglin's state.
"Jinglin." Jiu Tianjun's voice was slightly choked, "You are still young, how do you know the evil in the world? That Emperor Cang bewitched you, blinded you, and made you fall into such a situation, which is really sad as a father."
Jinglin slammed his fingers into the hair room, he buried his head in his arms, and said hoarsely: "Don't say it."
"Don't be afraid." Jiu Tianjun said warmly, "Being a father will definitely bring you back to the right path."
Jinglin's back was like a thorn, and he repeated painfully: "Don't say it."
"Okay, don't mention these." Jiutianjun wiped away his tears and reached out to stroke Jinglin's hair.
Unexpectedly, Jinglin slapped his hand away suddenly, and reprimanded between the sound of the chain: "Don't touch me!"
Jiu Tianjun's eyes showed pain, and he said sadly: "My son is confused, he doesn't recognize me anymore. The third." He turned his eyes slightly, "Hurry up and stop your brother, don't let him hurt yourself."
The third child was originally standing on one side. Hearing that, he did not dare to hesitate. He stretched out his hand along the empty space and held Jing Lin down. Jing Lin's wrist was stubbornly struggling with the chain, his head was pressed against the stone bed, and the chain was swaying in disorder in his hands.
Jiutianjun stroked Jinglin's hair condescendingly, with a more gentle tone: "It's okay if you don't recognize it, being a father can remind you... Many years ago, my son came to Jiutianmen alone, and he was only on my waist at that time. , but you already know the etiquette. Don't be afraid, being a father is for your own good."
Jing Lin struggled sullenly, he gasped fiercely, and felt that the palm sliding between his hair was like a poisonous snake. The spell swept in again, and Jing Lin was so stuck that it was hard to breathe, but he felt nauseated and couldn't help retching in the chaos.
"Everything will be fine." Jiutianjun said kindly, "Jinglin."