The candlelight illuminated the dim room. As the candlelight flickered on and off, the person in the room took off his upper body clothes and revealed a red sword. He then held the sword in his right hand and pierced the heart with the sword's edge.
Strips of flesh and blood were cut out and placed on the table in front of him, and a shocking scene suddenly appeared in front of him.
Even after doing this, not a drop of blood was spilled, and the dissected flesh and blood, after being placed on the table, turned into columns of finger-long hexagonal crystals of different colors.
"Hoo~"
Lin Chongyang exhaled a breath of turbid air, and used the power of the God Emperor to make the blood sky heal the wound. Then he put away the God Emperor and put on the clothes one by one.
"People with lofty ideals and benevolence do not seek to survive to harm their benevolence, but they sacrifice themselves to achieve benevolence."
He took a square wooden box, placed columns of crystals on the bottom of the box, put the wooden box aside, spread out pieces of white paper on the table, took a pen and dipped it in ink, and then wrote a book.
"Lin Chongyang, Lin Chongyang, you have already made your decision, so why should you back down at the critical moment?"
As the Baqi disaster intensified, the first nine levels of the Huntian Treasure Mirror were finally perfected due to fate, which made Lin Chongyang sigh with emotion.
God willing
At that moment, he was more connected to heaven and earth than ever before, and he understood a lot.
Although the place of misery is too big, the institutional reform of De Feng Ancient Dao has played a role after all, affecting the people of the world. The prosperity of Confucianism is due to one's own efforts and the favor of God.
In the chaos of misery, even heaven and earth want to change. This endless disaster is not a good thing for either heaven and earth or the common people.
His destiny also began to appear at that moment.
Before that, in the battle of dragon slaying, the nine-level perfect Huntian Baojian could guarantee that he would not die. In terms of life-hardiness, now he even surpassed some masters of the Taiyi Realm.
Of course, it is limited to the fact that he will not die. No matter which method is used to raise the coffin, it is time-consuming and labor-intensive. The difficulty of pretending to be a corpse must be different between a little ashes and half a corpse.
But destiny has come and he needs to die, or in other words, he must die for the future. This is a necessary process and a necessary means.
The choice made out of his heart collided with the goal of his work. Even though he no longer cared about his own life or death, he still felt a little numb.
Now that he has made a choice and is ready to follow this path firmly, he should not hesitate or hesitate.
Therefore, he needs to make some preparations in advance and leave some things behind.
"The crystals, martial arts, and ideas are all left to Tsai'er. As for the follow-up plans, Tiao'er needs to take over for a while."
He wrote hard and filled up the blank sheets of paper. After using his skills to evaporate the ink, he folded them together and put them in a box, sealing them with magic. These things would appear in the hands of Qi'er at the right time.
He has written everything down, and it depends on the other party's choice as to how to use it.
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On Shiliu Island, evil spirits permeated the air. After everyone arrived, they felt that their inner breath began to stagnate, and their return speed also slowed down a lot.
As of now, Shiliu Island is in ruins. Not to mention the people and vegetation, even the earth's atmosphere has been polluted by evil spirits.
The beginning of all evil, he is very restrained in these natural things of heaven and earth. After all, the purer they are, the easier they are to be polluted.
After this battle, if it is not purified and processed, Shiliu Island will be a dead place unsuitable for life.
"Roar!"
Layers of dragon roars sounded, and all of a sudden the eight winds turned against each other, and several tornadoes formed connecting the heaven and the earth, swirling immeasurable evil energy.
Eight evil dragons appeared, stretching their wings and standing majestically over Shiliu Island. The huge dragon body exuded an aura that no one could control, as if it were a god bringing doom to the world.
"Humanity, welcome the end!"
The eight evil dragons made thunderous sounds, layer upon layer. As the words fell, the evil energy condensed into unparalleled energy and came over the crowd.
However, he saw Jiutian Xuanzun's Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword in his hand, and slashed down with the sword. The Heavenly Holy Gang Wind came out at the right time, breaking through the layers of energy and heading straight towards the evil dragon.
The first move in a trial fight is to know that each other can do it, and neither side dares to be careless.
The evil power of the Yamata evil god swallowed up and turned away the attacking energy. At the same time, four peaks rose from the four poles of Shiliu Island and formed a formation, accelerating and drawing the evil energy between heaven and earth to flow into Shiliu Island, making the island The evil power is more intense.
"Leave the eastern one to me."
"Then I'll go to the southern one."
"Leave the West to me."
"Let me go to Beijing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chongyang, Mi Tuozi, Jian Shangqi, and Desert Lone Eagle headed towards the four ends of Shiliu Island respectively.
Jiutian Xuanzun and Fang Yuheng controlled the fate of heaven and commanded their master, and the four of them headed straight towards the center of Shiliu Island.
Just as Lin Chongyang set foot on the East Pole Peak, bursts of roaring laughter sounded, soul-stirring
"The cicada has a sound, and it will never be restored."
The sound of wind chimes and the fluttering of cicada wings were like poetry, fantasy and dreams. I saw a gorgeous and unparalleled figure descending from the sky, with long enchanting ears and evil eyes, looking down at the world with arrogance.
"The stars and snow fall from the miserable sky, and the Milky Way hangs down, and the gorgeous night wanders to cast the poems of Chu; the bleak and mournful sound of the autumn wind rises, recalling the time when the cicadas did not chirp."
At the same time, the evil atmosphere around him became stronger, making Lin Chongyang even more uncomfortable.
He has always had an instinctive aversion to this kind of negative power. Even though he has adapted to it over the years, he is still not used to it.
"You are actually immune to evil spirits."
Although the abilities of the eight tribesmen were not among the best, the cultivation level of the people in front of them made Shuo Wanjie momentarily surprised, and what followed was a rise in fighting spirit.
"Is this something worth bragging about?"
Something like Xieran is stronger when it comes to strength, but in Lin Chongyang's view, as long as the Yamata Evil God doesn't do it himself, it won't be a big problem.
"I, King Asura, will collect all calamities."
A long pale green sword appeared, with a sharp edge. There was a chilling cicada on the guard and the hilt, as if lamenting the short life.
"Tengguang Lingyao·Lin Chongyang."
The sun burned the sky, the rose clouds shook, and among the plumes of fire that filled the sky, the God Emperor suddenly appeared. Lin Chongyang took the sword and exchanged names.
“A brave man succeeds in a hundred battles, and a wise man succeeds in a thousand battles. Why is it that the wise and brave man will never recover?”
"A country that has been destroyed cannot survive, and the dead cannot be resurrected. The original intention is hazy, and the obsession becomes deeper."
On the peak of the North Pole, the sky changes suddenly, the mountain rain is about to come, and the murderous atmosphere covers the environment.
"At the end of the Dharma, evil wings sweep over the world and the sea of hell; the world is in mourning, and the fires of war start a prairie fire with demonic dragons and disasters."
I saw a man with dead bones on his back and two wings, descending with a proud look.
The lonely eagle in the desert never expected that the young master of the ancient wind descendants would actually go astray and become a minion of the evil god.
After the murderous murder of the ancient wind descendant in the past, the first warrior Chen Yuan took his life and went to the wind-riding eagle descendant, who was also a fourth descendant, with a blood letter to ask for help. After receiving the letter, the desert lone eagle transformed into the dead Chen Yuan to pursue the murderer. After finding Gaza, they told him roughly what had happened. Unexpectedly, the thieves arrived and the two separated and never heard from each other again.
Unexpectedly, when we meet again today, we have different stances and meet each other at war.
