Shu Ran is like fish on a plate, ready to be slaughtered. Cang Ji lifted the back of his neck, and the strength of that arm exploded so terribly that Shu Ran's face was covered in blood, and he could only barely open one eye. When he saw Cang Ji, his whole body trembled, and he said astringently, "Emperor, Emperor!"
Cang Ji's eyes were gloomy, he tilted his head slightly, and said to the person behind him, "Go back three feet."
Shu Ran shuddered, only to realize later that Cang Ji was not talking to him, but to the Jiutianmen disciples rushing behind him. The disciples didn't know Cang Ji, but when they saw that he took down Shu Ran with just one blow, they only regarded him as an expert in the sect.
Jinglin stood still, unaware of the vibrations in front of him. His five senses are closed, the spiritual sea is like stirring the wind and clouds, and it pours straight into the "door" of the crossing in his chest. The sharp pain that burst open runs through his whole body. The swirling dissipated, and then the spiritual energy lingered, and the sharp edge became bright again and again, and it was slowly born again, grinding like a re-forging.
The realm is near, and Jinglin is within reach. No one can touch him at this critical juncture. Moreover, Yanquan had already let go, nailed to Jinglin's side, drawn a half-zhang circle, guarding Jinglin and not allowing anyone to approach.
The disciple lightly stepped back, which could be said to be tiptoeing back, and asked in a low voice, "Senior, the sea of blood has arrived, are you trying to lead people to flee now?"
Cang Ji saw that the clouds above his head were covering him, the moon had faded away, and only the red mist was approaching like a nightmare, accompanied by the sound of tides and waves. He said, "You don't have to run, tell someone to close the doors and windows."
The disciple bowed his hand to take orders, turned around and instructed the people to close the doors and windows, and not to go out again.
Seeing the white robes walking away, Shu Ran tried to call Cang Ji again. He once curled up in the lotus pond of the Brahma altar, and every time he was shocked by Cang Ji's dragon's breath, he was afraid of Canglong to the core. He was only able to swallow a hundred water, but Cang Ji was able to swallow him.
"I don't know that the emperor is here." Shu Ran propped himself up, swallowing blood, and said, "No, otherwise I would dare to rush into the emperor! I'm not, I'm not at the emperor..."
Cang Ji casually said, "Then you want to bite someone just now."
Shu Ran's eyes rolled, sliding towards Jing Lin. The tip of his tongue was soaked and dull, and after a full moment of slowness, he stumbled: "I dare not..."
Before he finished speaking, his forehead sank into the rubble again, and this time it shook his head and he almost fainted.
He heard Cang Ji stand up, dragging his arm to become as hard as iron, and immediately his legs softened, he hurriedly knelt on the ground halfway, hugged Cang Ji's arm, and cried, "Dijun! Dijun spare me! Swallow! With Quanjian in front, if I don't fight with my life, how can I escape! Dijun! I have been held here for many years, I am afraid, very afraid!" He turned into a man to describe the half-hundred hundred, knelt on the ground and choked, "I don't want to die yet! Emperor! I'd rather be a cow or a horse or a horse! Please raise your hand!"
Cang Ji glanced at the collapsed Lingtian Tower, his face sinking like water: "The opportunity to commit crimes and meritorious deeds is right in front of you, what are you waiting for?"
When the disciple came back, he saw that only Cang Ji was left. He couldn't see Shu Ran left or right, and he couldn't help being horrified, thinking that Shu Ran had escaped. The blood mist had made it impossible to see ten steps away, and the house was completely hidden in the dampness, so the disciple had to hide his face and walk.
"Senior!" he said in a hurry, "Seventh Young Master is about to enter the Dingdu Realm, it is too dangerous to stay here! The sea of blood has already overwhelmed the city, how can I resist?"
"Amitabha." Cang Ji suddenly laughed, looking very approachable, completely different from the ghastly deity who just smashed the demon with his bare hands. He said, "True Buddha's mercy, Shuran was bathed in Sanskrit sound. Although he had lost his compassion, his conscience was still intact. He had been persuaded by Jinglin to submit, and he stopped the demons before going to the city. With the blessing of spiritual talismans, the sea of blood will not enter, so come and lead someone to guard the city gate."
The disciple was overjoyed, and hurriedly put his hands together, bowed a few times to this Jing Lin, and said: "Lin Song Jun is powerful! I will go to guard the city gate. But it is not easy for the Seventh Young Master to cross the border. Does the senior know when he will wake up?"
"Let's see how he recreates his true appearance." Cang Ji said, "Please prepare a single courtyard, no one is needed to serve, just keep the water clear."
The disciple responded immediately, and said, "But now Yanquan won't allow me to wait half a step, what should I do?"
"Just stay away from him."
After Cang Ji said that, he crossed over the disciple, and saw that he stepped into the circle of knife scars, and Yanquan suddenly screamed loudly. Cang Ji flicked the hilt of the sword with his fingers, causing Yanquan to shake a few times, but the sound was silent. He sank and hugged Jing Lin, and the disciple wanted to step forward when he saw this, but Yanquan slashed the wind and stuck it in front of his feet, not allowing him to approach.
The disciple was stunned, Cang Ji hugged the person and said to him, "You just need to show me the yard and I will go by myself."
Cang Ji held Jing Lin in his arms. This was the second time he held it in his arms, but it felt much harder than the last time. Jinglin's body is surging, and he is trapped in Cang Ji's arms. If it weren't for his strong ears, he wouldn't even be able to catch his breathing.
Yanquan slipped back into the sheath, not resisting Cang Ji. Because there is a fiery dragon breath in Jinglin's body, it is from Cang Ji. The two of them had a spring dream for a night, and because of the medicine, the spiritual energy of the two merged with each other. For now, let alone Cang Ji holding him, even if he did something seriously, his throat would not be blocked.
Cang Ji entered and walked around to the inner room in a few steps. He put Jing Lin on the bed and touched the palm of his hand, all of which were cold. Seeing Jing Lin's brows furrowed, the temples were already soaked in cold sweat.
Cang Ji copied the chair, sat on one side, and stayed still. Jing Lin's sweat was pouring out, and gradually even the bedding under her body was soaked, as if the ice was melting. His breathing became shallower and shallower, and finally seemed to stop.
Crossing the border is like breaking through a gate of hell, success or failure is entirely up to oneself. Jinglin has been practicing Taoism for many years, and crossing the border in the past is a matter of course, because his heart is like a stagnant, and the sword is infused, so he has won many battles and can be like a broken bamboo. But the so-called perfection is to return to the true state and abandon distracting thoughts. Jinglin is now eager to go south, and the four words "heart is like still water" can not be compared with the past.
Jinglin was unaware of the crisis, his consciousness wandered in the virtual realm of Linghai, and seeing that the "door" was wide open, but it was difficult for him to enter, is he morally impure at the moment, or is his sword intent diminished now
Jinglin introspected for a long time and couldn't get to the point. He walked around the door, and his body was agitated by the aura, as if he was stretched on the string, but he couldn't fly. The spirit sea had overflowed, but he was stuck in the channel leading to the vastness, making him still unable to step into the realm.
Jing Lin's body was as cold as ice, the blood mist in the city had not faded, and the autumn night was wet and cold, the damp bedding under him gradually covered with frost and ice, and even his hair was dyed mottled white with frost.
Although Jinglin's consciousness did not know the cold, he began to become dull in thought and difficult to concentrate. He sat cross-legged between the sea of spirits, trying to find that little opportunity.
Outside the city, Shuran originally turned into a beast and swallowed and vomited, and contained the wet mist of the sea of blood between his teeth and then went to another place. His original body is huge, and he can eat the greedy demon in one bite, but he is no better than Cang Ji, and he still has to spit it out when he turns his head.
The gates of Xuanyang City were closed, and the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect flew on it, disposing of the previous corpse, so as to avoid reincarnation. The leader looked at the sea of blood, because the night was deep, so he could only see the outlines of the greedy and the fierce, they undulated in the depths of the blood mist, and for some reason it was silent.
The disciple opened his eyes sore, he couldn't help rubbing it and looked again. This time, I saw a shadow rising from the sea of blood, huge and unaccompanied, far surpassing Shu Ran. The disciple saw the giant shadow trekking along the waves, swaying and striding towards Xuanyang City.
"It's so weird." The disciple leaned over to take a closer look, "What is this? It doesn't look like greed, nor does it look fierce..."
Only when his voice came out, he saw the giant shadow suddenly rush towards him, turning into a foul-smelling ocean wave that smashed into front of him in an instant.
"Arrangement resistance—" The disciple turned his head and shouted for a while, and his whole body fell out, wrapped in blood and drowned, only to hear a few "crack" sounds of chewing bones, and then melted into the sea of blood.
Shu Ran opened his mouth suddenly, but couldn't breathe. The huge wave had already beaten down, smashing Shu Ran to the ground. The giant beast roared in the sky, and his body was immediately covered with greed. In the blink of an eye, he was bitten and retreated, and slammed into the wall, causing the entire wall to vibrate.
Shu Ran's back was torn apart, he retreated in pain, and the wind of greed that he dragged came entangled. He tumbled to the top of the wall and was bitten to the death, and then the water rushed up, he was forced to swallow a few mouthfuls, and was washed down with the blood. The city gate was immediately smashed and thrown by the demon, and the entire wall collapsed with a bang.
Shu Ran took a few breaths, turned into a human figure to avoid demons, clawed at the wall and shouted: "Emperor!"
Cang Ji put a palm on the back of Jing Lin, and the strong force was like a hot tide, drying the ends of Jing Lin's hair, and the frost subsided. He probed into the spiritual energy and cautiously looked around the Jinglin Linghai. He could not intervene abruptly.
Jinglin's spiritual sea is like a cold moon and sky, and even the ethereal spiritual mist is condensed like ice, and the spiritual sea appears to be stagnant and rushing towards the "door".
Cang Ji's dragon breath is reunited under Jing Lin's spirit sea, securing that he will not leak out. Yanquan's sword was no longer in the original position, but the Buddha lotus in Jinglin's palm was floating. The lotus was born and died in an instant, the petals withered and immediately reborn, like the epitome of life and death, and the fate of the fate was in an instant. Every time it is born, it contains a realization of Jinglin, which is endless, and it symbolizes that Jinglin has little enlightenment and will never end.
The lotus heart appeared swaddled, Cang Ji's eyes were fixed, and when he saw the baby in the swaddle with a lotus in his palm, he knew that this was Jinglin. Jinglin grew up, hanging a belly, sitting in a lotus with a pigtail, holding a rattle and laughing at the sound. Then his appearance changed again, he pulled out his head a little, and became a child of five or six years old. I saw that he was naked, sitting in a lotus with serious eyes, and the grasshopper in his palm was calling. Jing Lin clenched his fist hesitantly, and put his palm away. The grasshopper jumped and turned into a blue light lingering, and in the blue light, Jing Lin became a little monk in a brown robe with his hands clasped together. The little monk's brows were still childish, and he recited the scriptures, but his eyes were chasing the butterflies that fluttered lightly. Butterfly scattered into a spot of light, the little monk stood up, and as soon as he turned around, he became a young man in a wide white robe. The young man had a silver crown in his hair, and his smile was no longer seen from now on. He stood still, and a small stone figure rolled out from his feet. The stone villain swayed his shoulders and stepped, rolled on the ground and laughed, and Jing Lin just lowered his eyes and looked at it, hiding many things.
These are all Jinglin's "enlightenment", the person in the lotus has grown into the appearance of Cang Ji meeting him, and the lotus begins to wither again.
Cang Ji became suspicious, he took a step forward with a frown, and he didn't understand why he was born at this moment, how could it have withered
As soon as he stepped closer, he saw the lotus petals flying up, and the Jinglin in it didn't know where to look, but it seemed like it was broken like a "pop" and it was about to disperse with the petals. Cang Ji suddenly couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and grabbed Jing Lin's arm.
"Jinglin..."
Cang Ji called out before he heard a heart-piercing call. He woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and returned to his chair. Jing Lin on the bed still did not wake up, but the smell of blood splattered outside, stabbing Cang Ji with murderous intent.
He pulled open the door and saw that the entire Xuanyang City had turned red.
"Emperor!" Shu Ran slammed into the door and was admitted to the hospital, "The sea of blood is weird tonight, I can't stop it!"
The people in the city have not yet left, and the blood has dripped down the steps. Cang Ji gently closed the door, dividing the inside and outside of the house into two realms.
"You guard this door." Cang Ji licked the tip of his teeth and spat softly at Shu Ran, "My heart lies in it, I don't like others approaching him, please keep an eye on the door - I said watch closely, you Understand?"
Shuran was wounded, and in his gloomy eyes, his knees were bent, and he was half-supported on the steps. He didn't even dare to look at Cang Ji's eyes.