Li Rong immediately blocked, he said: "Jinglin's purpose is still unknown, don't be alarmed..."
"His purpose is clear." Yun Sheng looked out at the clouds, "Raising tigers is a hazard, and it will eventually become a major disaster!"
During the speech, the Nine Heavens Realm shook violently, and the Soul Chasing Prison shook especially violently. The demons scurried under the town tower, and the alarm clock kept ringing. The group of gods hurriedly supported the stone pillars in the porch. Seeing that the guards were losing and retreating, they suddenly heard the monks from the Brahma altar chanting sutras.
The Buddha's light dispelled the haze, and the vibration of the Nine Heavens Realm was restrained by a designation. The true Buddha stood silently holding a flower, and the panic in the hall disappeared in an instant. He still smiled and watched Jiutianjun with his eyes.
"Your father, who suffered from the poison of Wu Lun, must be placed in the golden coffin, stamped with a Sanskrit chain by hundreds of monks, and sank in the lotus pond of the Brahma altar for seventy-seven and forty-nine years before it can be destroyed."
"World Honored Help!" Yun Sheng bowed and knelt on the ground, "Life is at stake! Jinglin is threatening, I am afraid that he has already fallen to the evil way, if he can't stop him, there will be bloody storms in the three realms!"
The true Buddha looked sideways, and the sound of killing in the sky was deafening. He said, "The Lord of the East is born, and now the only one who can stop him is Lord Ge."
Li Rong stepped back immediately, holding the gun trembling, he said in a low voice, "I can't do this."
"You don't kill him." Yun Sheng raised his head suddenly, "He will kill his father, kill you and me!"
"If my father is innocent," Li Rong said, "Why does Jinglin do this!"
"What is my father's sin? My father swept away the sea of blood, established the Three Realms, and consecrated the gods! If there is no evidence, it is a rebellion! If he wants to bear the name of killing his father, you have to condone it?!" Yun Sheng has already Getting up, he said, "Besides, about Canglong, do you think he can really forget it? Brother! He's here to take revenge... He's here to find me and wait for revenge!"
"No!" Li Rong was caught in a dilemma, he said, "I told him already..."
"He ran errands with you, and my father was sick like a mountain. When you returned to the country to take care of chores, he pressed him step by step. If you don't stop him, you will be speechless in the future." Yun Sheng held Li Rong's arm, affectionately Said, "Brother, if you keep breaking, you will suffer from chaos!"
His words have come to this point, and he can't understand it any more. Regardless of whether the father is dead or not, there must be a person to bear the guilt. Jinglin came just right, and the water that killed the father and the king was poured on, and they were all freed.
Li Rong once instructed Jing Lin not to do it lightly, because the apprenticeship was unknown. However, this disease is once in a lifetime, and it would be even more difficult to kill Jiu Tianjun if he missed it. If there must be someone to take care of the filth and filth in this world, then Lord Linsong is here.
He had expected this trip to be difficult, but he came anyway.
The Jinglin sword knocked on the ground, and he wiped the blood between his fingers with a handkerchief. The dark sea of clouds was under his feet, and the heavy rain in the middle of the crossing made his fingertips wet, and the hilt of the sword was a little slippery.
The wind and waves were surging, and the broken gun was thrown straight at the facade. Yanquanjian blocked with a "bang", and then saw the iron armor and the uniform slammed into the sea of clouds. The surrounding clouds and fog disappeared, and the two opened their eyes to face each other across the blade of the sword and the barrel of the gun. The next moment, Li Rong said in a hoarse voice, "Go back, there is another day to come!"
Li Rong was slammed into the air in a flash of lightning, and the 1000-pound broken spear had no advantage in front of the Yanquan Sword. Jinglin's sword was stunned in the air, and it was already in front of him in an instant!
Li Rong took the horizontal spear, his back was frustrated, and the entire step collapsed immediately, sinking down with a bang. He retreated his gun and stomped on Jinglin's chest, and turned up suddenly. Jinglin retracted his sword and turned around, and the two stepped on the gravel and slag to fight in a virtual and real danger. The situation was changing. When Jing Lin got close, he raised his sword and lifted it up. Li Rong couldn't prevent this move. The blood burst, and Li Rong couldn't hold himself up, and was kicked to the ground by Jing Lin.
Li Rong grabbed the edge of the lotus pond and stumbled to climb. There was blood gushing from his throat, and the blood line from his chest to the bottom of his collarbone was dazzling.
The long steps of Jiutiantai extended up, and the sea of blood had flooded all around. Jing Lin got rid of the blood on the sword's edge, he looked at the real Buddha, and the real Buddha also looked at him.
"What did you see?"
"The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood."
"Why did you come?"
"Murder comes."
Jing Lin's hair has been scattered, and he just wiped his fingers and dripped blood. He saw countless gods and Buddhas standing behind him, and the compassion of the real Buddha was exactly the same as when he had crossed his entrance. Jing Lin raised his head slightly, and the sword edged on the steps with his footsteps.
"Jinglin." The true Buddha sighed, "Looking back is the shore."
Jing Lin stepped on the steps, forcing a group of silver armors to keep retreating. He didn't know if it was someone else's blood or his own blood that slipped on the spine of his sword. He has come here, and he has no choice to go back. He knew how guilty he would be from now on, but he didn't care at all.
"It's too late," he said softly.
Nine hundred years ago, Li Rong said that the overall situation had been settled and advised him to wait.
Nine hundred years later, Li Rong said that the overall situation had been decided, and still advised him to wait.
But Jing Lin couldn't wait any longer.
He lost everything in waiting. Morality, love, and pain disappeared together, and the moment he woke up from the sarcophagus, he was born to kill. Severing love and desire will never hurt again, it kills this person named Jinglin.
The lotus flower in the Brahma altar is in full bloom, and the monks sit in a solemn cross-section. Jiutianjun Town is in the big coffin of Jinmang, and Jinglin has stepped up the steps. The sword wind roared and split the turbidity of the sky and the earth, and the dragon breath and the sword edge merged into one, and with the rapid steps of Jing Lin, the obstacles in front of him were suddenly broken. He was unstoppable, and when he heard the voice of the true Buddha, the four princes jumped up together.
Surrounded by silver armor, monks' voices echoed. The coffin-binding Brahma chain vibrated in unison, and the Dongjun Mountain River Fan shouted to block the wind, but saw a black mist circling from the Jinglin sword, and the dragon roared into the sky!
The sound of chanting sutras was rapid and noisy in the howls of demons. The Nine Heavens Realm has been rendered bright red, and Jinglin's clothes have been scratched. He suddenly leaped and rushed away from the thousands of obstacles, but saw the dazzling blue light of Yanquanjian, and the blood splattered between Jiutianjun's neck. The sword edge slashed all the way, and even cracked the Jinmang coffin.
Li Rong lost his voice in grief: "Jinglin!"
The blue shirt fell to the ground, the Sanskrit script above was broken and connected, and the wind was blowing. The four sovereigns shouted, the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, the earth and the gods made their seals together, and the sea of clouds froze for a moment.
Li Rong saw Jing Lin turned his head.
Then the wind and clouds roared, and the entire Nine Heavens Realm was smashed down. The clouds vibrated violently, the Yanquan Sword burst with a "snap" sound, and the blue shirt melted into the strong wind at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bro Xu Lingfei, a Buddha bead soaked with newly added blood, fell into the red lotus pond.
Nine Heavens suddenly plunged into darkness.
The pouring rain covered the ground, making the water surface bouncing and making noise. The flood was surging, and all the past was torn into a spot of light. Countless faces were hidden in the turbulent waves, crying and laughing closely, and the young man in the white robe and the silver crown became clearer and clearer among the rapidly retreating mad shadows.
The oil-paper umbrella was half picked, and Jing Lin's eyes broke the ice and smiled. Across the rain curtain, he pressed his cheek against Cang Ji's back, and said slowly, "...not Lord Linsong."
The copper bell shook, and suddenly it rang.
The man turned into the appearance of choking in the rain again. He embraced the dragon scales, raised his head in the rain, and cried bitterly, "Please..."
The virtual scene was broken at the touch of a touch, and the hunched figure in the coffin drew blood lines on the wall over and over again, and he said frantically: "Qixing Town... Mingjintai... Come and pick me up... Brother."
All the virtual scenes shattered suddenly, and the fluorescent light danced in the dark night. The sound of the river's reversal resounded in his ears, and his consciousness was suddenly pulled downward, constantly sinking into the boundless darkness. The body also dashed down, and the copper bell stopped in the middle when it fell through the mirror.
"My way is broken."
Cang Ji suddenly burst out of the water, he crawled hard, wading in the icy river water to look for it.
Net Lin.
Cang Ji groped in the water with trembling hands.
Net Lin.
The Wangchuan River crossed the maze, and Huang Quan was so cold that Cang Ji's arms were weak. He couldn't touch anyone, and he had already forgotten where he was. He frantically searched for someone in the river, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
How many years after a heavy rain, the sky has been howling since 1,400 years ago. Cang Ji remembered the first time he saw him as a fish. Jinglin was sitting by the window for a long time, looking like white porcelain.
He never wanted to eat Jing Lin.
He was just thirsting for the inverse scales he had lost.
The copper bell kept ringing, and Cang Ji seemed to be trapped in the Wangchuan River. He got heavier and heavier as he walked, his legs were dragged by the mud, and the cold became stronger. Cang Ji pushed aside the waves and suddenly plunged into the water.
The Wangchuan River became bottomless, Cang Ji sank and fell, and when he hit the bottom, he was enveloped in the silt that was startled, and he coughed.
"Jinglin!"
Cang Ji struggled hard, and the river water was turbid. He tore off the restraint, but was swallowed deeper by the silt. Cang Ji was short of breath, he hit the mud wall, and the sound of copper bells became distant.
After a while, Cang Ji opened his eyes instantly.
He stared at the roof, gasping for breath. The sky was hazy, and the sudden change of the scene made him unable to distinguish the true from the false for a moment. The tea cup in the room was dumped suddenly, and Cang Ji sat up when he heard the sound.
Jing Lin was looking at the fingertips that were splashed red by the hot tea, and looked sideways when he heard the movement. Unexpectedly, Cang Ji stood up with a bang, without his shoes on, and hurriedly slammed into the desk and chair. The teapot and cup on the table shattered, and he grabbed Jing Lin's arm violently.
it is true.
Cang Ji's eyes were red, and he didn't even know how to open his mouth for a moment. He held this person tightly, as if Jing Lin would disappear as soon as he let go.
Jinglin's arm hurt from being held, but he looked as usual, took a step closer, and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Cang Ji slammed the person into his arms, and his palms hurriedly touched the back of Jing Lin's head and back, as if there was nowhere to put it, but also as if he didn't dare to exert force. He hugged Jing Lin and shook it lightly, tightened his arms, and rubbed his cheeks against Jing Lin's ear and hair.
"Jing Lin."
Cang Ji said hoarsely.
"Jing Lin."
"Huh?" Jing Lin buried his face and placed his backhand lightly on Cang Ji's back.
"Mine." Cang Ji tilted his head to wipe away the dampness, pressed against Jing Lin's ear, and called out hoarsely, "Jing Lin."
Jing Lin noticed the heat and humidity in his ears, he seemed to know what it was, so he buried his face and didn't move, but just ran his palms on Cang Ji's back.
Cang Ji hugged Jing Lin's toes off the ground, he rubbed against Jing Lin's side face, and said sadly, "It's my Jing Lin."
It is the Jing Lin that I cherish like a treasure and hold in my heart.
The fourth volume of heavy snow