Chapter 956: Lead

The ones who didn't take any action to besiege and kill Lin Yi were the Tianjianmen side and the Ping'an Temple side.

"Ahem——" Yi Lin was about to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly coughed up a large amount of blood, her complexion was red and white. This situation made the monks who had just been blasted back by the thunderbolt of the guardian thunder gathered again after the ideological struggle between heaven and man, and put on a siege formation.

After vomiting blood, Lin Yi indifferently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out the Jade Spear and swung it in his hand.

The spear swung out in front of Yi Lin.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then responded to the old woman's question with a smile:

"It's the same for those who are extremely poor. I just... simply 'copied' your moves, it's easy."

They are vomiting blood!

This Lin Yi was obviously dying!

Yi Lin's severed arm was spraying bright red blood frantically.

Yi Lin felt that there was no longer a warm current flowing in his body. His physical energy was consumed a lot in the successive fights. His moves looked really cool, but they were all based on the consumption of psionic energy points.

The great cause gathered on Yi Lin's head.

Black clouds stretch as far as the eye can see.

The raging thunder, like a dragon or a beast, is breathing out lightning.

Yi Lin was alone, in the sky, under the black clouds, coughing up red and black blood clots.

far away,

Brilliant streamers of light, one after another, flew over one after another.

That was Yi Lin's familiar face.

Black and White Eryang, Ren Qingshan, Hua Wuyu, Shi Huayan, Ye Liangchen, Nie Shanhe...

Many elders from Tianjianmen have arrived in Qingdu!

"Walk!"

Seeing that many elders of Tianjianmen came to Qingdu unexpectedly, the second guardian Fenglei didn't dare to stay any longer, they gritted their teeth, looked at each other, and wanted to run away.

Now is not the time to start a war with Tianjianmen!

"Walk!"

The second protector of Fenglei flew into the air,

The figure is unpredictable, look closely, they each have a woman in their hands.

It was Li Qianqian and Xiu'er.

"Today, Lin Yi will definitely die! Let's quickly report to Master Mo Luo that this treasure left by the Empress is very likely to fall into the hands of Tianjianmen!"

The old woman roared, and the figures of the two disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

...

"You Tianjianmen, the matter has come to this, do you still want to protect this unrivaled devil?"

Silently, Lin Yi's rank rose from "Great Devil" to "Unrivaled Devil".

It has a fierce reputation.

Many elders of Tianjianmen descended, and the rest of the monks did not dare to move. After the silence, a monk pointed at the sea of ​​flames in Qingdu, which was devastated, and said sharply.

From now on, Lin Yi has been included in the ranks of "Unrivaled Demons". If Tianjian Sect has to protect its weaknesses even now, other Taoist sects and loose cultivators are not vegetarians. Once they open their mouths, they directly occupy the morality. Let's talk about the commanding heights.

"It's saved!"

Xia Xiaoman beamed with joy.

Although she was expelled from the Heavenly Sword Sect in name, but the senior brother was not expelled! In Xia Xiaoman's view, Taoism is all about protecting the calf, even if Lin Yi got into a big disaster, he still has his own reasons, the masters and elders will definitely understand Lin Yi's good intentions.

Look at Senior Sister Chao Rushuang, isn't she just locked up?

Three years of confinement.

After Senior Brother Lin Yi was imprisoned... it is very likely that he will not be able to be imprisoned!

Xia Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief. From her point of view, everything was over. This long nightmare, with Xia Xingchen's death, with the end of the war, the morning light came on, and when she woke up, it was time to end.

"snort!"

It was Nie Shanhe who snorted coldly. Nie Shanhe took a step forward in the air. That cold snort made the rest of the monks involuntarily be shaken back by the invisible mighty force, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and terrified in their hearts.

The teacher draws smoke and brushes with thick clouds, and the dragon and phoenix masks on her face are colorful and changeable. She said indifferently with an ethereal voice that came from nowhere: "The devil, Lin Yi, came from Tianjianmen. Today, I should also The Heavenly Sword Sect cleans up the gate."

"Bah!" Some of the cultivators who had just been repulsed by Nie Shanhe's snort were still not afraid of death in front of the treasure boy, and dared to say, "You Tianjianmen just want to swallow the treasure left by the empress to yourself! It's not a fight to say so! Fame and profit! Why say such beautiful words!"

Lin Yi is pregnant with the treasure left by the Empress, which is well known throughout the world.

Now, Tianjianmen came on the stage at the last moment, so it is suspected of competing for the treasure left by the empress.

call.

Suddenly, an old man with gray hair appeared in front of everyone.

He looked at the hundreds of Golden Core cultivators with a blank expression, and said in a tone of disdain for the common people, as if talking to ants: "The old man just wants to swallow it all by himself, so what can you do? If you don't leave, next year Today is your memorial day..."

"To the old man... get lost!!!"

It's Chenbei!

No one knows how this white-haired old man appeared in the crowd.

No one knew that not long ago, Chenbei was still entrenched in the sixth heaven, frightening Xiaoxiao with his supreme sword intent. But within a few breaths, Chenbei descended from the sixth heaven to the sky above Qingdu.

Finally no one dared to speak.

Chen Bei's indifferent eyes swept over hundreds of monks one by one.

From Chen Bei's body, there was a kind of coercion unique to those in high positions.

The moment the coercion was released, all the Golden Core cultivators present were too frightened to speak out. At that moment, they swallowed hard and understood a cruel fact—this old man wants to kill them. It's as easy as strangling an ant!

At the same time that Chen Bei appeared, making all the other monks dare not move.

The elders present at the Heavenly Sword Sect were distributed in all parts of the forest, forming a large unknown formation.

The elders simply stood there, floating in a corner of the sky, but in an instant, the burning fire in Qingdu seemed to freeze, and the surroundings were silent and isolated from the outside.

Shi Huayan sighed softly. Behind the mask, she looked deeply at Lin Yi who was covered in blood. After the sigh, there was a long silence.

This time, black and white goats, their faces were all black, they said in unison: "Lin Yi, do you regret it?"

Ren Qingshan was in charge of presiding over the big formation of the elders group, and was at the eye of the formation. He looked at Lin Yi who was trapped in the formation, and a trace of deep regret flashed in his eyes.

"What... are you going to do?"

So far,

Xia Xiaoman stared, she finally noticed something was wrong. She quickly flew into the air, flew in front of Senior Brother Lin Yi, opened her arms, and stood between Senior Brother Lin Yi and the elders: "What do you want to do? Even if Senior Brother Lin Yi made a mistake, the crime is not worthy of death. How can you... ..."

Xia Xiaoman hadn't finished speaking when the terrifying black cloud in the sky suddenly lit up, and there was a rumbling thunder, like the roar of a wild animal.

After the roar, the pale thunder light was actually stained with an ominous black.

Black thunderstorm!

This is a great catastrophe in the face of a sinful monk!

Under the great cause, even if the reincarnation is not broken, a monk can be blown away, disappear in place, and never enter the reincarnation! What's more, this life is five thousand years after the Seven Jue Empress interrupted the cycle of reincarnation, Lin Yi will definitely die if the cycle of reincarnation is interrupted!

Even without the sanction of the elders of Tianjianmen, Lin Yi will die under the great cause!

as time flows,

Yi Lin's blood kept flowing.

At the beginning, under the effect of [Distant Utopia] and under the protection of Miriam's Noble Phantasm, his injuries can gradually recover.

But Yilin has experienced repeated battles, fighting against a Taoist monk alone, his physical fitness, injuries, and consumption have finally accumulated to a critical point that is difficult to balance.

A haze appeared in front of his eyes, and waves of dizziness, accompanied by boundless exhaustion, welled up in his heart.

Yi Lin squinted his eyes, he had the feeling that after blinking, he would no longer have the strength to open them.

"enough……"

Erin looked up.

Looking at the scene in front of me.

Yi Lin had seen the same scene when she came into contact with the "Book of Textures".

He still can't figure out whether the current scene is because of "the future is already doomed", or "he took the initiative to direct the future to the established direction", but finally, he came here according to his own wishes, came to his own The place and time of death.

Lin Yi's voice made Xia Xiaoman turn her head abruptly. When she turned her head, her bloody and dirty face had already turned into a cat with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sleepy, really."

Lin together.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yi's only remaining arm suddenly lit up three rings of light with mysterious patterns.

As soon as Lin started to cast the spell,

At the same time, corresponding patterns lit up on the ends of Xia Xiaoman's limbs, echoing Lin Yi's spell.

Xia Xiaoman was taken aback.

This scene is very familiar.

This is the little spell that the senior brother showed her when they were still in the Hanging Mountain when they were bored.

...

"Look, I left 'marks' on your limbs in advance, and when it's critical, I can use the spell to make your limbs feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and you can't move. You can only do whatever you want."

"Ah... what's the use of this?"

"Yes, why not? At the critical moment, these inconspicuous spells can turn things around."

"But this little spell of yours, with a little luck, junior sister, you can unravel it by yourself!"

"You seem to have solved it, but in fact you don't have a solution. However, my next development direction is to adjust the subtle changes in gravity to achieve a 'manipulation' like a puppet show."

"Hey, Xiaoman, we'll wait and see! But senior brother, please use Xiaoqing as an experiment at that time? Junior sister wants to see how the crane's butt is flying upside down."

"……good."

...

Xia Xiaoman stared blankly at the lights shining on his wrists.

Lin Yi smiled and looked at Xia Xiaoman.

With different moods, the two said the name of the spell at the same time:

"Lead flower."

Xia Xiaoman cried and danced a sword dance in the sky involuntarily.

The Frost Snow Sword burst into a bright light in the air, and the human sword became one.

Xia Xiaoman, who flew high, fell rapidly from a high place under the control of "Zizai·Qianhua".

The point of the sword pointed at Senior Brother Lin Yi's smiling open arms and his completely undefended chest.

"The lead is washed away, and this big job will break out of the cocoon and be reborn."

laugh.

The Frost Snow Sword penetrated Lin Yi's chest, and the frost spiritual power exploded and wreaked havoc in Lin Yi's body, completely emptying out the last trace of his life.

Time seemed to be completely frozen at this second.

Xia Xiaoman stared blankly at the sword in her hand, seeing a large amount of blood spurting from Senior Brother Lin Yi's chest, which stained her vision and her life red.

I don't know how long,

how long,

how long.

"Brother?"

"Are you kidding me again?"

"Hurry up and live..."

"Everyone will die, you can't..."

"This must be your newly developed little spell..."

Xia Xiaoman slapped senior brother Lin Yi's face that was getting colder and colder.

"Don't move..."

"Hurry up..."

"Move,"

"Don't……"

"ah……"

"ah!!!!"

"ah----"

In the sea of ​​flames in Qingdu, only the eldest princess was left, that desperate, shrill, helpless cry.