!Long Qing looked at the increasingly clear blood line on Liu Yiqing's neck and said, "People like me should live to see this great era."
The curtain of a new great era has been lifted. You are the one who opens the curtain, and I will be the one who stars. We should take a look at the scenery behind the scenes together, so that we can live up to our experience in this world.
Long Qing's words were a very high evaluation of Liu Yiqing, but Liu Yiqing just smiled with difficulty and did not express any opinion on it. Then he looked at Hengmu Liren and said: "This scene has just begun, but my
Part of it is over, even if you are still unwilling, you must learn to accept it."
Hengmu Liren's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly raised his head, stared at him and said: "This scene is not over yet, how can Haotian's will allow mortals to change?"
His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were complicated, ranging from unwillingness to violence. Just like a child who went up the mountain to chop firewood and saw the chilling cicadas on the dead trees, he felt sympathy, but mostly self-pity and anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, a holy Haotian divine light erupted from his palm and landed on Liu Yiqing's chest. His face became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, Liu Yiqing's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The expressions of the people around him changed suddenly, especially the priests from the Xiling Temple. Sensing the breath of life contained in this Haotian Divine Glory, they were shocked and speechless.
Long Qing's face became serious and he said, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Hengmu Liren ignored him and stared at Liu Yiqing's face, constantly forcing out the Haotian divine light from his body. His cheeks became thinner and thinner, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
This is the real Xiling magic.
In the current world of spiritual practice, no one has a higher level of divine magic than Hengmu Liren, even Ye Hongyu is not as good as him, because he directly inherited Haotian's will and brilliance.
Xiling's magic can kill people, but it can also save people. The divine brilliance in his body has the breath of Haotian, which can heal all the immortals in the world. Liu Yiqing will die, but he is not dead after all.
Hengmu Liren did not allow Liu Yiqing to die like this. For this, he had to pay a huge price and lose a lot of Haotian's divine power. The visible withering of the face is one thing, but the invisible passage of life is the real thing.
The important part, and he would be seriously injured soon.
After being blinded by Ning Que, Liu Yiqing no longer had any feeling in his eyes. But at this time, he suddenly felt that his eyes were a little warm and itchy, and he even vaguely saw a blur of white light.
Is that the color of white cloth or the radiance of holiness?
Liu Yiqing remained calm, and the emotion on his face even seemed a little indifferent. He knew very well that Hengmu Liren had to pay such a high price to keep himself alive, so he would not be able to live comfortably.
"It makes no sense," he said.
If a strong man who knows his destiny doesn't want to live, then no one can make him immortal.
Hengmu Liren's face twitched slightly, looking very scary. In the holy light, he looked like a seriously injured devil. His voice was like crying, which was very ugly.
"You ant-like mortals... have no idea what kind of state I am in now! I want you to live, so you must live. It is impossible for you to die even if you want to!"
"So what if I'm alive? Will it make you feel better?"
"Perhaps in the end, you will not fight with me and refuse to use failure to prove that Haotian's will is irresistible. But I will let you endure endless pain to tell the whole world what will happen if you betray Haotian.
"If I let you live, you must live, because I represent Haotian's will!"
"I want you to live, not to see some damn great era. I want you to live in humiliation. I want you to bear the pain of being cut into pieces every day. I want you to watch the Southern Jin Dynasty fall apart, and the disciples of Jiange continue to fight.
Death: I want you to watch your homeland turn into scorched earth, and your old friends turn into dead people! I want you to live, just to regret living!”
Hengmu Liren watched the wound on Liu Yiqing's chest shrink gradually, and watched the blood line on his neck getting thinner and thinner. He laughed and said, "At that time, will you regret the things you did tonight? If you do it again,
If you had another chance, would you still be as disrespectful to me as you are now?"
The most talented young man in the Xiling Temple let out the most arrogant laughter, which was extremely joyful and so crazy. The compressed air passed over his trembling vocal cords, which was as sharp as the whistle of a flock of pigeons, which was very harsh.
People looked at this scene and listened to the laughter, and their hearts grew cold. Many Xiling priests felt that their Taoist hearts were about to collapse. Even the corners of Zhao Sishou's lips had a faint layer of frost.
The imperial city was completely silent at night, with only the crazy laughter of Hengmu echoing constantly. The willow branches on the moat swayed timidly, and the broken willows that fell into the water sank faster to the bottom of the river, trying to hide their bodies.
Walking into the mud that has been deposited for thousands of years, I don’t want to hear these laughter again.
Liu Yiqing felt the breath of life returning to her body. Listening to Hengmu's words and laughter, her expression did not change at all, and she could not find fear, but was calm.
He looked at Long Qing through the white cloth and said, "Is this the hope of the temple?"
Long Qing remained silent.
Liu Yiqing asked repeatedly: "A poor child with a childhood shadow?"
Long Qing still didn't speak, which was his default.
Liu Yiqing said with emotion: "The temple is really getting worse from generation to generation."
Long Qing was still silent, still acquiescing. He agreed with Liu Yiqing's view. After thinking about it, he raised his right hand - a black peach blossom bloomed between his fingers, with the breath of death hidden in the petals.
Only this black peach blossom in the field can interrupt Hengmu Liren's magical spell.
"Don't stop me!"
Hengmu Liren shouted, his thin cheeks as pale as snow.
He stared at Liu Yiqing's face, wondering why this Southern Jin man could still be so calm after going back and forth between life and death and suffering so many mental shocks. He even didn't understand why at this time, he could still clearly see the other person's face.
Pity is felt everywhere, what on earth are these people pitying on themselves for?
Long Qing said: "Taomen needs you to spread your brilliance instead of going crazy."
Hengmu Liren smiled crazily and said: "But I feel very good at this time. I finally understand that only truly crazy people, like you, can be truly powerful."
The black peach blossoms between Long Qing's fingers trembled gently in the night wind.
"Don't stop me."
Hengmu Liren said: "Although you are a senior, I have no respect for you and I don't need to have any respect. Since this is a matter assigned to me by the temple, you should not interfere."
Long Qing looked at him, as if he were looking at a stubborn, innocent and cold child, walking on the mountain road, his shabby green shirt wet with dew, holding a hatchet in his hand, thinking that he was the sun.
A sigh sounded in Long Qing's heart, and in the end, he did nothing.
At this moment, deep in the thick darkness, a sigh also sounded.
As a result, the mountains, rivers, rocks, and rivers of Linkang City began to sigh.