"Jing Lin" looked at Jing Lin, he was unsmiling, his brows covered with frost, and the movements when he raised his body were exactly the same as Jing Lin's, and even the drooping eyes when he brushed his sleeves were the same, it was Jing Lin who was alive and well.
"Devil Guard Road." He sneered lightly, "Whoever will give up on me."
"Heaven and earth are talented." Jing Lin's throat was slightly astringent, "All can be replaced."
"This heart forges a sword, and there is no one who can be compared. In front of Yanquan, the so-called talents are all mediocre." He paused for a while, and even his voice sounded like the same person, "May I ask the brothers and sisters in the same school, who can compare?"
"Arrogant." Jing Lin spit out two words.
"You are mad enough to be worthy of Lord Linsong." He said grimly, "Lin Song-jun must be mad, arrogant, and hard-hearted, otherwise there is no need to defend the Tao? Otherwise, how to kill? Otherwise, how to kill the king?"
Jing Lin was looking at himself. He knew that demons were messing with his mind, but he couldn't stay out of it. He stared at himself so coldly, as if he had seen such a madness hundreds of years ago.
Back to the shore.
That day, the true Buddha said mercifully.
Jing Lin, turn back to the shore.
But what did Jing Lin say
The demon raised his hand and pulled out the pharynx spring, only to see the cold front in the blunt sheath coming out with a "clang" sound, and the mercury-like sword body suddenly appeared in the dark room. He stepped on the steps, just like five hundred years ago, Jing Lin stepped on Jiutiantai with his sword drawn.
"Lin Songjun, the righteous man." The demon and Jing Lin looked at each other, and it seemed that Jing Lin asked himself, "Why can't I guard the whole corpse?"
"Destroyed to the Three Realms." Jing Lin said, "Death deserves its place."
"It's really nice to be a loving father." He pointed to the sword, "When the sword slashed across the neck, I saw my father's head fall to the ground, blood gushing like a spring. That is the head that loves me the most in the world, from my I roll off the steps at my feet, my bones are smashed, and the co-owner of the three realms changes others. I hold a sword to defend the road, and I end up being human and animal, killing my father and killing the king, and destroying my whole body, how happy this is!"
Jing Lin's fingertips tightened, her lips pursed, and she continued smoothly: "Not bad."
"I'll die." The demon snapped off the sword, discarded his feet, and sneered condescendingly, "I've killed countless people in my life, and I'm the worst, but looking at me now, I have to live and survive. The reincarnation is indescribable, the pride of the sky at that time, and the cowardly ghost now."
Jing Lin said: "Not bad."
The demon looked at Jing Lin, and the sneer gradually sounded. He looked up at the darkness, and the thick fog scattered behind him in the dark room, covering Jing Lin's eyes and covering his face. He said, "Why didn't you die cleanly?"
"The covenant is an old debt unpaid."
"Why do you have such a face that you are still out of breath."
Jing Lin said: "I am ashamed in my heart."
The demon body turned into the thick fog, like a wind in the ears, like a nightmare shadow. He walked beside Jing Lin's ears, the fog had already enveloped Jing Lin's whole body, and he couldn't even see his five fingers.
The evil demon said with a sob: "Do you have any guilt in your heart? No, you are Lord Linsong, you are Lord Linsong who is omnipotent and righteous. You kill the killer without blinking an eye, and you have no guilt, because you don't even have a heart. "
Jinglin was in pain, he didn't know where the pain was, he was probably really heartless, and he never even frowned in such accusations.
The fog suddenly opened wide, and the mountains and clouds were shrouded in front of me, and the pine trees were wind and waves. The platform of Jiutianmenjia welcomes guests from all directions, and thousands of people gather to watch a strong fight. But seeing that row of sons, all dressed in white robes and silver crowns, with a dignified air, there is still one kneeling under the seat of the king and father, standing out like a group of chickens when he gets up.
He turned around, and Jing Lin could see himself.
"On that day, you defended the gate with the sword, and you were undefeated in 33 games. You never looked back, and you must have known that we stood behind our backs for the same amount of time, but we couldn't even ask for a word of relief from my father. He supported him. Your arm, wearing the crown for you personally, and even sighing that there is no one else in Jiutianmen. You Jinglin is the sword of Jiutianmen and the face of Jiutianmen, so what are we?" The demon laughed at himself, "You see us like this When you see mud and grass, you look down on your fellow brothers and sisters, do you think we look down on you?"
Jing Lin suspected that somewhere where his scar had been ripped off, he was stirring the flesh, sticking to the skin, and bleeding out.
"It's okay," he said hoarsely.
"You have always been superior to others." The demon said, "Do you think the Tao is in you? When you sent me on the road, you didn't even take a word with me. How can you be worthy of calling yourself a 'Dao' for someone like you."
"I'll kill you." Jing Lin said, "No mistake."
The demon immediately smiled: "You are not wrong, how can you admit it? Even if you are the most ruthless person in the world, you can still look like a human being. Ridiculous, ridiculous! You are blinded, you think you are human?" He suddenly After lowering the temperature, he gnashed his teeth and said, "You don't understand at all, ordinary people don't cut off their brothers and feet, abandon their desires, and kill their fathers! Everyday people have flesh and blood, and their hearts cannot forge a sword. You say that others are demons, but what about yourself? What are you? ? Why don't you drink your sword and kill yourself!"
Jinglin didn't move like a mountain, and he said: "Like you, can ordinary people steal people's daughters, plunder people's wealth, and kill their mothers?"
The demon said: "The weak eat the strong, and they deserve it!"
Jinglin turned his eyes and said calmly: "Since the weak eat the strong, I will kill you rightly."
The demon giggled in his throat, and he said, "You are ashamed, oh—you are ashamed, are you also a prey to the weak if you see death?"
The demons melted and dissipated, and the surroundings darkened. Jing Lin's sweat was already in his clothes, and he heard the whimpering sound of a child suddenly coming from the left, and the girl cried out: "Ninth brother, ninth brother! Yao'er is so painful... Ninth brother!"
Jing Lin's palm tightened, and even his fingernails were broken. He couldn't utter a word from his throat, as if his whole body was immersed in fire, soaked in ice, and the pain made him tremble.
The girl stumbled in the dark mist, without her legs, and rolled around in pain. The fog was like a raging fire, which burned her to the point of breaking her voice, and she shouted with heart and guts: "Ninth brother... Ninth brother save me..."
Jing Lin took a step closer, and there was a slight noise between his teeth, and even the blue veins were exposed.
Suddenly another teenager was freed up on the right, and the youth was not gone, looking at Jing Lin in horror. He hugged his head and flinched, choked up and begged: "Ninth brother, ninth brother, don't kill me! Ninth brother... Please! I know wrong, I know wrong!"
Jing Lin stopped in embarrassment and looked back.
The boy's face was wrinkled from crying. He hoarsely fell to his knees, hugged Jinglin's legs, raised his head and begged: "Ninth brother! I will never do it again! Please, please..."
The girl also crawled over, and they grabbed the corner of Jing Lin's clothes, like a life-saving straw. Jinglin didn't move, and the young man cried out in pain first, blood gushing from his chest.
"Ninth brother... don't kill me..." The boy curled up and sank, grabbed Jing Lin's shoes, and slipped out a few bloody finger marks. He was finally swallowed, only to see the malicious eyes chasing Jing Lin before the end, contemptuous hatred.
The girl was also sticking to the ground, still clutching Jing Lin's clothes between her fingers, but she was out of breath.
Jing Lin's throat finally overflowed with breath. He wanted to support something, but there was no one around. Footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and Jinglin looked back again, seeing Li Rong looking at him in astonishment. Jinglin seemed to be boiling at this moment, because it was at this moment that he turned against Li Rong's brother, until he died, he never called Li Rong a brother again.
Li Rong said: "Hugh, I'm going to investigate, my life is for my life, I have brought it back."
He released his palm, and the dragon scales rustled down. Jing Lin took a step back, the smell of blood oozing between his teeth.
Li Rong said, "It's too late for you to come here like this. It's over, okay? Don't do this again in the future, senior brother can carry it for you, that's all." He stepped closer, "Jing Lin …”
Jing Lin suddenly closed his eyes and said coldly: "Get out!"
All the scenes dissipated, and the demon immediately turned into the wind, and he smiled and said, "Are you greedy? You think you can save yourself, but it's ridiculous that you are wrong on both ends, and no one can be saved! Lord Linsong, you can save no one. !"
"Damn you!" Jinglin's Linghai suddenly burst into a wisp of spiritual energy, and his hair swayed immediately, only to see the original empty place swirls quickly, and a mottled old sword covered with blood loomed.
The copper bells "jing dang", the bells in Kyoto undulate together, forming a wave of bells.
The demon Nawu appeared, and it was actually the boy who had just been crying. His face was like a piece of paper, and his smile seemed to be a non-smile: "Because you are a waste now, do you want to decide my life and death again? Jinglin! You know that you have a sword in your heart, allowing me to fall into a sea of blood, and suffer the bite of the ten thousand demons. The pain of my heart! I hate every day, every day! I suffer in every way! Just for the sake of one day of revenge!"
"Hate." Jing Lin bit the word between his teeth, his eyes were frosty, "Who dares to hate me in this world!"
The demon swiped his hand in the air, and saw a sword resembling Yanquan coming out in response. He was so arrogant that he said "Bah" lightly, and said, "I will swallow thousands of people in the city of mountains first, and I will swallow Shengle with a half-divided body. Even if Li Rong comes, I can get out of it tonight!"
The dark room burst open, and after the old emperor coughed up blood and hid in the curtain, he saw the green light rushing out, and the Tianhe reversed. The demon held a long sword and quickly flashed to Jing Lin. The sword's edge banged, and Jing Lin was clearly unarmed, but he saw the demon's sword blocking the way, and the strong wind swept across the two of them with the azure light.
"I hold the pharynx spring in my hand!" The demon sword smashed into the corner of Jinglin's clothes like a hurricane, and he said fiercely, "I devoted myself to learning the sword, and I have imitated you exactly the same! This world can be without you, since I'll take my place!"
The sparks flashed, and Jing Lin slid a few inches back in the violent wind of the demon, and the demon rushed forward: "I want the name Linsongjun to become more dirty! Worse! Not only I hate you, but everyone in the world hates you. You!" He laughed madly, "Jinglin! It's you who kills thousands of people, and it's you who destroys Tianliang! You deserve to die!"
Jinglin looked at him across the sword and said, "Unnamed Zatie, its name is not worthy."
The two split sharply and collided again. Demons filled the sky with aura, only to see the wind blowing in the night, the clouds surging in clusters, and the thunder blasting violently. Jinglin lost to Linghai, but he was able to turn his weight into a pound, and his palms were scratched with red lines, and blood was dripping.
The sky has changed, and what this demon said is not bad. He first swallowed thousands of people in the mountains, and then stole the half-divided body of the goddess of Shengle, and also washed the sea of blood and demon waves. Even the drunk mountain monk could not stop it.
Jinglin's robe stood up, and he listened to the sound of the bell to cast the broken sword in the sea of his exhausted spirit, and half of the sword was formed in the palm of his hand. The Yanquan Sword, which once swept the world, now follows its master.
The evil demon turned the blade and said, "Yunsheng should thank me! You are alive, he can't sleep or eat! Now I bring your head to meet him, not everyone is happy!"
Jing Lin swung his sword with all his strength, only to see the sword qi swept away by the hidden wind. However, the demon raised his arm and turned, echoing a blow like a cat and a tiger. The gust of wind hit the face, and the sharp edge pierced the head.
Jinglin has already grasped the sword that was coming out. As soon as the broken old sword fell into the palm of his hand, he became imposing. Even though the spirit sea was very different, he was still standing like a rock before the storm struck.
Jing Lin sighed softly.
The ground immediately following the palace was smashed over, blood mixed with wet sweat splashed on the back of Jing Lin's hand, and a vast force poured into his arm. Jinglin Linghai suddenly soared, and the blood and rust in the throat disappeared in an instant. The demon's sword was fearful and savage, and it broke in an instant. Especially seeing the sudden change of Nebula, the roar of the wind and the waves, this sword force is like a thousand troops, and it is flattened.
The throat springs out of its sheath, and the ghosts and gods kneel down!
The demon hissed at the blade, the wind cut through the body, and the blood bubbled. He roared in pain, the sword in his palm shattered into powder and dispersed in the wind. Blood splattered on Jing Lin's cheeks, and he gasped for a while, standing still between the cracks of the sky and the earth.
The pharynx spring dissipated, and Jing Lin swayed a few steps, staring fixedly.
Cang Ji wanted to be discouraged in those cold eyes, but it was the first time he saw Jing Lin like this. Jing Lin, who had such a sullen look and murderous intent, felt strangely happy.
Blood dripped between Jing Lin's fingers, Cang Ji's hand slipped from between his arms to his palm, raised to his lips, and licked it without waste. The blood dripped into his chest, turned into a soft patch, and was so hot that Cang Ji pulled his arm and hugged him.