At the same time as the war broke out at the border.
Dragon Temple.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
When Hou Feng Ling came upon the invitation, the first thing she heard was this sound, clear and crisp, as if someone was sharpening a sword.
A subtle light fragrance came from the palace, and it smelled very good.
The soldiers stood outside the palace, just like before, but she could clearly see that they were trembling, but not as much.
This scene was completely different from the last time she saw it.
The person in the palace is definitely not Emperor Longyin.
I heard a clear voice coming, "Since we are an honored guest, why not come in and meet us?"
The moment he heard the sound, the frequency of the soldiers' tremors seemed to increase, which made Hou Feng Ling frown slightly.
"Hmph, just come in!"
Today she wanted to see what kind of person was inside.
He stepped forward and climbed the steps into the Dragon Temple.
The first thing that caught his eye was a young figure, handsome and handsome, sitting there upright.
The crystal red hair falls naturally, and the pair of golden double eyes are bottomless. In an environment like the Hell of Hell, there is an indescribable transcendence. The whole person is perfect to the extreme, sacred and flawless, and unforgettable.
Just one face-to-face meeting attracted Hou Feng Ling's attention.
beauty!
No matter the appearance or temperament, they are impeccable.
Clang!
The sound of sword sharpening echoed in the hall, clear and crisp.
The figure held a long sword in his right hand, the sword body was clear and clear, and he held a silver rock in his left hand, sharpening it again and again.
Hou Feng Ling was awakened and asked: "The sword in your hand is already sharp enough, why do you still need to polish it?"
"This sword was a gift from my friend. No matter the casting material, craftsmanship, format, or strength, it is impeccable. The name of the sword is Nirvana. It is a pleasure to watch and kill enemies."
The figure sitting there did not stop moving, and the words he spoke were neither hasty nor slow:
"When you sharpen your sword, it's natural that you need to use it."
The journey from the misery to the ghost prison is not long. It only took one meeting with Lin Chongyang to understand the situation, so the current scene happened.
Hou Fengling praised: "It is indeed a very beautiful sword."
"Unfortunately, the one who can talk to me is not you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw clear sword light flashing in the hall, ignoring the space and sinking into Hou Feng Ling's eyebrows, breaking through the fog and revealing his true self.
immediately.
"You've actually come this far."
Although his appearance has not changed, his tone of voice and his temperament are completely different from before.
At this moment, she was no longer Hou Feng Ling.
But - Infinite Yama, the real Infinite Yama.
When Lin Chongyang was liquidating the ghost prison in the past, it was impossible for her in the Temple of Hell not to sense that aura, which was extreme and powerful.
Lin Chongyang looked at her: "Are you surprised?"
It is very easy for Master Lin to awaken the true self of the god Wu Jianyan through his spiritual consciousness. It is also convenient to talk in this posture, so as not to get into a fight over a disagreement.
Looking at Nirvana, Hou Feng Ling said firmly: "You have killed gods."
"I have killed more than one person." Lin Chongyang heard this and said to her calmly: "This nirvana has also been filled with the blood of the gods."
The clear sword light rose and danced in the hall, reflecting the scene of the past.
The power of gods, the calamity of immortals, the evolution of strange phenomena, and the turning of pages in ancient history.
The golden calamity light flew out, causing all things to wither. There was the sadness of gods dying and demons crying, and there was also a scalp-numbing coldness, as if it was specially created for killing immortals and gods.
I saw a splash of blood reflected in Hou Feng Ling's eyes.
"who?"
"Tai Xi Shen Zhao."
As one of the oldest beings in the world, the God of Hell has heard of Taixi Shenzhao, and can also hear the other party's warning.
"What exactly do you want?"
"I should be the one to ask you this question."
The sword light was deflected for a moment, and the border scene was reflected in the palace. Emperor Longyin, who stood at the head of the prison dragon with a gun, was confronting Wu Jianyan, who stood at the head of the Saw Demon Crocodile. The three-way river turned Guiji River red.
"Is this really irreversible?"
At this moment, if she still didn't understand the meaning of Lin Chongyang's words, her life would have been in vain these years.
Leng Ji's disabled siblings are of great use to her.
"Why bother? At your level, there is nothing you can't ignore. Is it worth it to be my enemy just for a chess piece?"
Mr. Lin's learning ability, looking at the difficult situation, I'm afraid he can't find another one. He didn't like the attitude shown by the God of Death in another time and space in the past, but it didn't mean that he couldn't use it.
"There are only a few powerful gods in the world, and they are the same kind of people like you and me. I believe you are aware of the changes in the world, and the battle between gods can be avoided if possible."
Tie Muyan sharpened the edge of the Nirvana sword over and over again, but Lin Chongyang's words revealed a lot of information:
"As long as he dies, the source of the dispute will be eliminated. After all, you have never reached out to suffering, nor have you ever thought of destroying the world. The ghost prison and the hell realm can still coexist harmoniously in the future."
Hou Feng Ling stared at him, fell into silence, and began to think deeply.
God naturally has the dignity of God.
After half a quarter of an hour, she slowly spoke: "Although he has come to hell, he has not yet entered the realm of suffering."
"All Souls Sacrifice, I don't believe you don't know."
Time allowed Hou Fengling to understand what feelings were, but Lin Chongyang was willing to talk to her at the moment, but he just didn't want to expand the matter:
"Based on your experience, you should know that you can let go of everything, and you are doing the same. Personal honor and disgrace, and the dignity of God, you condone the small actions of the two stepsons in private, allowing them to become what they are today.
Return to the divine body and beat him to death, and everything will be over. If you can't bear to take action for the sake of friendship, I can do it for you. It's just a matter of swordsmanship. "
"You have a close relationship with Di Longyin." Hou Feng Ling said clearly.
The master mentioned by the Heavenly Dragon God should be the person she is facing now. The turmoil in the Yama Ghost Prison in the past had a great impact.
Lin Chongyang replied: "How can the strong give in to the weak?"
"Why insist on having your own way? Or do you think this gesture is interesting? If you return to your true form and take charge of the Temple of Hell, I would not be a bad idea if I spared his life."
If the god Wu Jian still chooses to entrust his power and the law of Wu Jian to his step-son, he can become an ordinary person...
"Even if you give up your power, your essence has not changed. Before you recover, the restraints on him will be minimized. It is impossible for me to gamble on his conscience with the safety of the poor people."
When it comes to this step, Lin Chongyang's attitude has been made clear. No matter what, he just doesn't trust the stepson of Yan Shen.
At this time, I heard Hou Feng Ling suddenly say: "What if he is allowed to take your sword? Just like those ghost tribes."
"As long as you agree." Lin Chongyang said calmly.
This may not be a different way, but killing is much easier than brainwashing, and there will be no consequences.
Of course, it also depends on who takes action.
"If this can reassure you, I am willing to give in."
After weighing many factors, Hou Fengling still made a choice.
(End of chapter)
