Chapter seven hundred and first love into the soul
The Seven Finger Peak was supposed to be a prosperous era in the cultivation world, but unexpectedly, a demon was mixed up like this. Wen Jian Zhenren slowly turned around, and the gourd that pretended to be Ling Haoyu was placed in the altar.
Above all, all the disciples stood in the sequence according to the seniority formation, and the bustling crowds were crowded with people.
Every time Master Wen Jian took a step forward, a group of disciples knelt down and shouted in unison, "Should you be merciful." Such calls came one after another until it turned into a shout in unison, and all the disciples knelt on the ground, eagerly looking at them.
Looking at the true man Wen Jian who was still stepping up to the altar step by step, this sect rule will rebel against the door and destroy the soul, and will never be reborn.
Thirteen feet high altar, hundreds of steps, Wen Jian Zhenren is heavier and heavier, he can fly directly to the platform, but he doesn't. Every time he takes this step, he will think of Ling Haoyu's little things, this year
Yaya learns to speak, calling his master's child in speechless language, but now he has to lose it in his own hands.
Wen Jian Zhenren couldn't help but look at the gloomy sky. Could it be that he had sat in the wrong place? Only genius would punish him like this. Although he was slow, he would always walk one day. When he ended in the altar, Wen Jian Zhenren's
Two lines of tears finally fell from the corners of his eyes.
With a "bang", a red light shot from the northeast direction, hitting the real person of Wen Jian. The familiar demonic energy and the burning feeling of the flames, the flame Rakshasa came back again. With a "buzz" sound, Wen Jian Zhenren, Wen Jian Zhenren.
The two fingers were gently stretched out and the fierce scarlet cloud shuttle was clamped. The cloud shuttle was affected by the pure Taoist energy and kept shaking and struggling, but he could not escape from Wen Jian Zhenren's two fingers.
With a clear sound, a fiery red sword light came, and the disciples below immediately pulled out their own flying swords. For a moment, there were flashing light everywhere, with all kinds of colors. "Let him go!" Mo Zi
Yan's head was scattered and covered her beautiful eyes. The fiery red streaming skirt was also torn. The sleeves on one side were gone and the arms were covered with blood.
"For my disciple's sake, I'll let you leave." Wen Jian Zhenren replied coldly, loosened his fingers, and rushed out quickly, returned to Mo Ziyan and circled.
"I'll exchange my soul for him." Mo Ziyan said gritting her teeth. She hated herself. She only thought she loved deeply, but she never thought that he loved nothing. Her original anger
All of his mind turned into regret. If he hadn't come here willfully, he wouldn't have died, nor would he suffer the consequences of the destruction of the soul. Everything was caused by himself. He had to save him no matter what.
Mo Ziyan’s only purpose of coming back.
"Your soul cannot be replaced by my disciple, because you are not worthy at all, everyone will retreat!" Wen Jian Zhenren said coldly, and the angry disciples glared at Mo Ziyan and retreated obediently.
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"You really want to destroy his soul, he is your only personal disciple." Mo Ziyan was anxious. She also understood that if she wanted to be tough, she was no match at all, and she just wanted to let Wen Jian Zhenren think of it.
The relationship between master and apprentice is divided, let Haoyu go.
"He is all because of you today. The devil's way is incompatible. Get out while I haven't changed my mind!" A dazzling light lit up on Zhenren Wen Jian's body. Even if he wanted to refine Ling Haoyu's soul, he would take the most
A peaceful way to let him leave quietly and peacefully.
"No, don't kill him!" Mo Ziyan rushed up frantically, but an invisible shield blocked her. No matter how heartbreaking she was, she could not step beyond the line. The unique holy white light of the immortal world fell.
After falling on that gourd, Mo Ziyan's heart suddenly felt like a knife slashing. In the end, he died in his hands and really responded to the oath.
Ling Haoyu's body was lying under the platform, and his blood had solidified and was blown away for a long time, completely covering his face. People who practice cultivation valued the soul. Because the incident happened suddenly, Ling Haoyu's body did not
Deal with it, Mo Ziyan defeated the disciples who were guarding there. Her crazy appearance was simply ashamed. A fiery red transparent cover completely covered her and Ling Haoyu. The disciples who rushed over could not break the cover and Ling Haoyu.
The body was rescued. [Ye*zi] [You*you]
"You said you would be with me and have thousands of reincarnations. I let you go stupidly. I am so stupid. I can't compare to every minute and every second I was with you. I'm too greedy.
I want to be with you forever. If you don’t come back, no one can dismantle us. I’m the one who hurts you.” Tears fell down one by one, and nothing on the silent Seven Finger Peak could stop Mo Ziyan.
Sorrowful cry.
With red eyes, the disciples of the Sword Sect unknowingly stopped the flying sword in their hands. Is this a demon? Is this a devil who is heartless and righteous, and does everything evil? Isn’t it said that the devil has no emotion? Why?
She cried so sadly, why did they feel sad when they saw her so sad, and why did they sympathize with a demon?
"Hu··" The wind blew on the Qifing Peak, the flags were clattering, and all the disciples' elegant Taoist robes were flying, with white clothes fluttering, with solemn expressions, and it looked like a burial ceremony.
The sound of the chanting of the true man of Wen Jian began to slowly spread throughout the Qi Finger Peak. When the spell ended, Ling Haoyu's soul would disappear forever in this world. No matter how many lifetimes of reincarnation, he would never find any other person with Ling Haoyu.
The soul and soul of the imprint disappear forever from this space and time. Compared with physical death and soul reincarnation, this is the heaviest punishment for a person.
"I can't save you, I'm really useless." Mo Ziyan cried like a child. Her graceful figure looked sad and sad from behind. She wiped her tears, and the scene shocked everyone.
The picture appeared, "I won't let you go alone. You say that there are so many right and wrong in this world, and injustice is always indispensable. This is a dirty place. I'll accompany you to see what you want to see.
That world." The flame sword crossed over his fair neck, and the sad voice moved everyone present.
In this world, only love can shock the world and make ghosts cry. Even these cultivators outside the world suppress only the thoughts in their hearts, but their emotions have never been suppressed.
"Master, please help Brother!" Each disciple shouted in his voice as he could. The light on the platform moved slightly, and the fluctuations stopped. However, after a few seconds, the fluctuations began again, and everyone continued to shout.
"Senior Brother Chengquan." No one could see what the expression of Wen Jian Zhenren on the platform was. Only God knew that at this moment, this figure who was enough to shake the world was filled with tears!
With a "punch", blood splattered out. This magic weapon that could destroy the soul was eventually used on her. The flame Luosha will disappear from now on. Her love with Ling Haoyu will be a legend in the entire cultivation world.
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"Papapapapapapa" There was a sudden lightning and thunder in the sky, and dark clouds instantly covered the entire Qifing Peak. Darkness came, cold wind was urging, ghosts cried and wolves howled. Even these Taoists who practice Taoism for many years could hardly resist the changes in the world. The weather was
The change lasted for an hour. When the light was seen again on Qifing Peak, the disciples saw only two corpses that fell together. Their master, Wen Jian Zhenren, stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back and his face was cold.
Above.
Since then, the matter between Ling Haoyu and Mo Ziyan has become the eternal legend of the Sword Sect.
"Is it better?" Long Yu sat at the head of the bed, looking at Honglian who was slowly awakening. Honglian's eyes blinked a few times and shouted faintly: "Yu, I've seen you again." Long
The rain nodded gently, and suddenly, the red lotus tears fell like rain.
In the past and present, no matter whether you believe it or not, there are always some unforgettable things. No matter how many years you have experienced, the marks imprinted in the soul are indelible. This may be the evil fate between Long Yu and Hong Lian.
origin.
At the same time, it seems so incredible to outsiders, but in Long Yu and Hong Lian's hearts, there are more things at the same time. It is a feeling that has been suppressed. In the first sight, I fell in love at this moment.
The restoration of memory, this love that has been avoided for several lifetimes, may really take root, and I hope the tragedy will not happen again.
Because it is a complete recovery of memory from the previous life, Honglian and Long Yu are both a little wrong. Sometimes they regard themselves as Ling Haoyu, and sometimes they will fall into Long Yu's body. This is a complicated and troublesome situation. If you can't
If you understand clearly, it is very likely that Long Yu will become mentally wrong. For Honglian, it is actually a little faster than Long Yu.
The reason seems to have been destined. Honglian's heart already has the position of Long Yu, but now it is a little clearer. Whether it is Mo Ziyan or Honglian, in her opinion, she is both
He loved him, whether it was Ling Haoyu or Long Yu, but he was just turning around and her love had reached her soul.
Long Yu took two days to straighten out the relationship. Under the powerful mental power, he finally stopped his mental error. The imprisonment on Honglian's body has been cancelled. Blood Girl
She was not punished, but she was taken back by Long Yu. When will she appear next time, it depends on Long Yu's mood.
After regaining Mo Ziyan's memory, Honglian will naturally spare no effort to help Long Yu. The task of translating that passage also fell on her. However, she is still learning the ancient Chinese sayings of the gods and wants to analyze them.
It still takes some time, and Long Yu is not in a hurry to go back. Now, an even more urgent problem is in front of him.
How he wants to inspire him and Honglian to take over the matter. Now the three wives are pregnant and are about to give birth. At this critical moment, he announced Honglian's true identity, even in his opinion, they
He is indeed a lover who is unswerving in life and death, but in Yaer and the others' eyes, no matter how understanding he is, he cannot understand the sisters who appeared again at this period.