Lin Du actually often thinks, why do people want to live?
Living is boring, but when I really want to die, I am terribly afraid.
So in order to live, in order to live well, some people sacrifice all their bottom lines, abandon all conscience, and deprive others of their lives and advantages.
For Tiandao, the one hundred and ninety-seven people who came into the Lanju world were all people who should have died long ago. Things that should not exist will be directly obliterated.
Lin Du couldn't even use the formation to send ghosts to the earth, because the underworld wouldn't accept them.
She asked, "Why do we have to live?"
"You don't hesitate to devour the flesh and blood of innocent people, live like neither humans nor ghosts, and suffer endless pain. Is life so good?"
Qi Zhun spoke, "Aren't you trying your best to stay alive? Otherwise, with your body, you might have died long ago, right?"
Lin Du nodded, "Yes, I should have died long ago."
As she spoke, she withdrew her consciousness with an expressionless face, and then raised her hand to completely obliterate the ghost.
Mo Lin arrived at this time. He carried the sword and stick and ran all the way. Through the induction between the disciple's tokens, he ran all the way to a direction in the golden light, followed by the fluttering woman in white.
In the winter, he was sweating profusely, which was really rare for a monk in the Soaring Cloud Realm.
"Little uncle! I'm here to save..."
But the scene in front of him stopped him in his tracks. The nervous, sad and urgent voice stopped abruptly, and even made an unbelievable turn at the end.
"You~ you are..."
The young man in green robe stood in the golden light array. The metal embroidery on the robe reflected the cool brilliance under the golden light. It was the pattern of pine and crane. She was used to wearing everything loose, but she could still wear it under the wide robe. Feel the person's straight back.
The young master's uncle has always had little manners and no posture. If it falls on others, it would be careless, but on her, she seems to be free and easy, probably because of that straight spine.
There was a "corpse" lying not far away from her. There was no life on the corpse, and even the chest was sunken. It was obvious that it suffered great shock and pain before death.
Compared to the scene in front of him, Mo Lin would rather believe that "elder brother and younger uncle were captured by monsters" for a while.
When Lin Du heard his question, he turned his head lazily and glanced at him. His voice unconsciously brought out some anger, "Huh?"
Just as Shao Fei was about to speak, he met Lin Du's gaze.
The sight was cold, without any warmth, and the eyes were clear in black and white, but inside they were as blurry as the heavy snow on a cold night. No one could look directly at the cold wind blowing from the north in winter.
Shao Fei was startled when she saw Lin Du raise his hand, and when he turned around, the formation in front of her was revealed, as well as the thick black that was thinly suppressed by the formation.
At that glance, Mo Lin thought that his junior uncle had been taken away from him. He subconsciously pointed the sword stick in his hand at Lin Du, "Get out here! How dare any evildoer dare to get into the body of a disciple of our supreme sect?" ?”
Lin Du's eyes fell on Shao Fei and moved to Mo Lin. His face was expressionless, neither sad nor happy, and his tone was cold, "Which monster? It's your weak little uncle who was captured by the monster and can't take care of himself."
Mo Lin put away the sword and stick. It was so dangerous that he almost thought that his junior uncle was possessed by a monster. The smell of his junior uncle was unmistakable when he opened his mouth.
Although his tone was a bit colder, the words were indeed words that only the junior uncle could say.
"Little uncle, you are not possessed by anything dirty."
Lin Du rubbed his fingers and said, "Yes."
Just as Mo Lin was about to move forward, the sword stick moved forward again when he heard this.
Lin Du smiled angrily, lowering his eyes and looking at the sword stick that almost touched his chin, "Master nephew, I know you have a solid eye, but sometimes can you let that inner eye breathe a little more."
Mo Lin saw the smile without any joy on the face of his junior uncle, and when he laughed, he sounded a little impatient, and he was completely sure that it was indeed his junior uncle.
That's how she smiled in front of the inner window on New Year's Eve, even the arc was correct.
There is no mistake, it is indeed the young master uncle himself.
He put away the sword stick. The sword stick was very long. Every time he swept across it, it affected a wide range. He was used to practicing swordsmanship, so he subconsciously turned back in an arc. He also had the most straightforward and cheerful temperament. He also put away the stick. The tiger and the tiger make the wind.
Lin Du just leaned back slightly to avoid it, but the person behind him was not so lucky.
After a muffled sound, Mo Lin felt the obstruction, turned around subconsciously, and saw the white clothes falling to the ground in the wind.
This scene looks familiar, but I’m not sure, so take another look.
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Shao, are you okay?"
Shao Fei climbed up from the ground with difficulty. Something made her palms ache.
"I'm fine..."
Who would have thought that being so close could be so risky.
"As long as you're fine, there's just something wrong with your classmate." Mo Lin said something, "He doesn't seem to be well."
Not only was it not good, but the chest was dented, and the ghost was almost crushed into thin slices by Lin Du's formation.
Although the ghost has no clear entity, it still occupies a space as large as a person. Now it has been crushed into a thin piece of paper, which is still paper with ink splashed on it.
Shao Fei said, "I am not from the same sect as him, but a slave driven by him. If all the fellow Taoists from the Supreme Sect were not here today, and I risked asking for help, I would be afraid that I would become a slave of the villain in my life. Today's grace , I must..."
As she was speaking, Lin Du suddenly realized something was wrong, "What did you just touch?"
The power of the formation was skewed, just that one skew of power.
But the calculation of the formation was extremely precise. The moment Shao Fei fell out, he instinctively used his Dao Qi to protect his body and bring out the last bit of the formation alive.
Therefore, the force that originally balanced the downward pressure became skewed.
Lin Du forcibly mobilized his spiritual power almost instantly, and then quickly tried to make up for the skewed power and balance the formation.
But the thousand-year-old ghost is also a veteran of many struggles. In an instant, he burst out of his original power, broke free from the shackles, and then quickly fell into the body.
"Mo Lin! Kill!" Lin Du blurted out, his voice falling in the cold night, and every word was like falling hail.
Mo Lin has already moved, and Shao Fei's words are doubtful, but since this is the person who captured the young master's uncle, and the young master's uncle ordered him to be killed, he must be killed.
The black gold sword stick burst out with golden light, carrying a righteous and awe-inspiring wind, and headed straight for the person on the ground.
In the flash of lightning, Shao Fei screamed, and blood flowed from all her orifices. She struggled to raise her hand to form a seal, and the person on the ground also waved a palm at this time.
It was an ordinary palm, not a powerful one at all.
The sword stick landed on the man's face without any obstacles, and then with a click, the sword energy penetrated the man's divine palace like mysterious thunder.
Lin Du had also quickly concentrated all the power of the formation to where Qi Zhun was. His folding fan affected the power of the formation and poured it all into Qi Zhun's body.
The physical body is ruined, the divine palace is destroyed, the ghost is annihilated, and the dust falls to the ground.
