Master, he is too difficult

Lin Qingran slowly stood up from the ground, the raindrops fell in torrents, hitting the ground with a series of splashes.

But not a single drop of rain fell on him.

Lin Qingran turned her head and saw Cui Qingming appearing beside her at some point.

I saw Cui Qingming holding a bamboo umbrella in his left hand, but holding a ghost blade wrapped in black air in his right hand: while holding the umbrella to cover Lin Qingran from the heavy rain, he planned to kill him.

Cui Qingming's voice was calm, with the will to die in his eyes: "Sword Immortal Qinglian, you must die."

Lin Qingran said: "Yes... But I suggest that you better not kill me at this time."

Cui Qingming said: "The lord threw you here on a whim, this is my good opportunity..."

Lin Qingran interrupted Cui Qingming's words: "Shh...look over there! If you understand, help me!"

Cui Qingming looked in the direction indicated by Lin Qingran, and saw Mo Linyuan standing on the dragon scales outside the ghost-faced city.

The sky above Mo Linyuan's head seemed to have split open, and pieces of rain poured out from it, and the rain that was close to him was scorched by the flames around him and gasified in an instant.It was like a little bit of white smoke rising from the endless abyss.

Mo Linyuan's lips were tightly pursed, his face turned blue, the situation of last night and this morning kept recurring in his mind.

For a while, the master was dressed in white, with a gentle look on his face;

For a while, he persuaded himself to return to the Demon Realm with ulterior motives;

Unable to tell which one is Master's sincerity.

When he felt that the master cared about him, he was filled with joy; when he suspected that the master was here for the evil, his heart was full of hatred and jealousy.

Mo Linyuan raised his head suddenly, and looked at the Ghost Face City not far away, which was covered by the rain curtain.

There was a voice in his heart, shouting frantically: Kill Dong Shangxie, destroy Ghost Face City!

Mo Linyuan flew towards the ghost face city, and a huge ink dragon appeared on the plain, whistling up, entrenched in the sky above the ghost face city.

"Come out and die!!"

A streak of white light flew out from the ghost face city, and it was the monks on duty in the ghost face city fighting with their swords.

In the past, Mo Linyuan would not attack the city during the day, but this time he took advantage of the heavy rain to attack the city. Although it was beneficial to him, it was even more beneficial to the monks.

This might be the monks' best chance to defeat Mo Linyuan.

In an instant, hundreds of monks jumped into the air, and under the blessing of the ghost faces around the ghost face city, they formed a large formation to kill demons.

Qu Qianfeng, Wu Nian, etc. each occupy the four eyes of the formation. Dong Shangxie, as the city lord, is in the center of the demon-killing formation, holding a jasper flute, with a dignified figure.

Mo Linyuan didn't pay any attention to the other four monks at the eyes of the formation. He headed towards Dongshangxie, and went straight to the center of the Demon Slaying Formation.

"Dongshangxie, if I don't kill you today, I'll be a demon in vain!" Like a huge ink sword, Mo Long stabbed towards Dongshangxie, and the Demon Killing Formation took advantage of the opportunity to gather the spiritual power of all the monks in the formation. Gathering together, it turned into a ray of spiritual light to support Dongshangxie.

These auras clearly illuminate the whole body of the dragon.

Under the impact of such powerful spiritual power, Mo Linyuan's dragon scales peeled off, but the demon dragon ignored it, stretched out its giant claws, and grabbed Dong Shangxie.

Dongshangxie had many monks to help him. He put the jasper flute to his lips, poured spiritual power into the Xiao Sheng, and used the Xiao Sheng to resist Mo Linyuan.

One person and one dragon just stalemate like this.

In this kind of confrontation, Mo Linyuan didn't have any good dragon scales on his body, so he kept peeling off, and was agitated by such a huge energy field, shooting all over the place.

But the monks also knew that this battle was very important, and they all played desperately. Countless spirit stones were flying in the formation, replenishing spirit energy everywhere.

Many demons saw the dragon scales where the demon energy had dissipated. They looked at each other, as if tacitly knowing, they slowed down the siege.

One of the dragon scales also flew in front of Cui Qingming.Cui Qingming picked up the dragon scale, sniffed it, and suddenly understood it!

Cui Qingming asked: "Is there a way for the Immortal Venerable?"

Lin Qingran said: "You have to untie this bundle of fairy ropes first."

Cui Qingming hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

Cui Qingming stretched out his hand to withdraw the binding rope from Lin Qingran's body: "Sword Immortal Qinglian, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No need!" Lin Qingran took the dragon scale that Cui Qingming had processed and belonged to Mo Linyuan, and walked towards the demon-killing formation without looking back.

In the Demon Slaying Formation, Mo Long still confronted Dong Shangxie.

Mo Long's dragon scales had almost all peeled off, and seeing that he could not win, he held his head up and roared, the thunder rumbled in the sky instantly, and the lightning bolts struck the plain one after another.

When the lightning struck the plain, it split the earth into an abyss.

As Mo Long kept roaring, bolts of lightning quickly gathered towards Ghost Face City.Everyone changed their colors one after another, and the monks wanted to run, but they were too late.

With a click, the huge purple lightning opened the sky, descended along the dragon's body, and slashed straight into the demon-slaying formation.

Boom! !

The sound of thunder followed, and in this thunder and lightning, the entire magic-eliminating formation was split open. Countless low-level monks couldn't bear such thunder, and were instantly annihilated.

The demon formation was thus broken.

And because Mo Linyuan lost the protection of the dragon scale, he was also injured by the sky thunder, and half of his body was scorched black.

But he didn't realize it, snorted coldly, retracted the dragon's body, and turned into a human form.

Mo Linyuan in human form, half of his body is human, and half of his body is already like charcoal scorched by a raging fire.

His expression is particularly terrifying, half of his white face looks like Shura.He headed towards Dongshangxie in the light of the lightning, and his whole body was rapidly absorbing the spiritual power in the broken demon-killing array.

However, due to the severity of the injury, he could only restore his body, but he couldn't restore the half of his face that was scorched by lightning.

Mo Linyuan didn't care. He looked coldly at Dong Shangxie who was standing in the ruins. Dong Shangxie was struck by the thunder at this moment, and half of his cultivation had been lost. Killing him was easy.

Mo Linyuan raised his head again and saw several auras flying towards him again.

He knew that in the eyes of the four square formations, the monks who could resist lightning were coming towards him.

Mo Linyuan gathered his devilish energy in his palms, only wanting to kill Dong Shangxie with one last blow.

As for how to deal with those monks who came towards him after killing Dongshangxie.

Whether he can return to the Demon Realm safely, and after returning to the Demon Realm safely, how to deal with those demons with evil intentions are not in his consideration.

In his mind, over and over again, only the figure of Master appeared this morning.

Master is here to be a lobbyist for this person, and he would rather sell his appearance for this person.

So, this man should be damned!

Mo Linyuan gritted his teeth, gathered all the devilish energy in his body, and the black devilish energy turned into a monster dragon in his palm, heading towards Dongshangxie.

But suddenly, amidst the ruins, a white figure suddenly flew out, lying in front of Dong Shangxie.

boom!

The magic energy was too late to withdraw and hit the figure directly.

The surrounding mud and broken walls were all stirred up, flew into the sky, and fell back down again after reaching the apex.

And in the huge pit that was hit by the demonic energy, lay a figure in white, who had already... died.

In his hand, he held a dragon scale.

Mo Linyuan couldn't believe it at first, he froze in place, not understanding what happened.

He didn't realize it until the golden light floated out of that body.

"No!!!" Mo Linyuan yelled, and rushed towards that body.

What he hugged was the blood-stained corpse on his chest.

"Master! Why are you, Master!!" Mo Linyuan's teeth were trembling, he held the corpse in his arms tightly, and looked up at the soul.

The primordial spirit, already in mid-air, took on the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

That is, the Nascent Soul that Lin Qingran has cultivated these days - has grown from a baby back then to a teenager.

The appearance of the boy formed by the golden virtual light slowly landed on top of the corpse.

Mo Linyuan stretched out his hand to grab it, but it went straight through the boy's body.

"Master..." Mo Linyuan wailed, "Why are you!!!"

The boy showed a smile in mid-air.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the top of Mo Linyuan's head: "Disciple, I know that you are here for me..."

Mo Linyuan hugged the corpse and knelt on the ground, the raindrops hit his face, but he didn't feel anything.

He just looked at the primordial spirit that dissipated little by little in front of him.

"I advise you to return to the Demon Realm, not for the sake of the Lord Dongcheng...I just don't want to see you go back and be wiped out by the devil after you have lost both in the cultivation world..." Lin Qingran's smile was also very gentle at this moment, and he slightly Bowing down, holding Mo Linyuan's face, "promise me, you will practice hard in the future, even if you are a demon, you can prove the way of the demon, ascend to immortality..."

Mo Linyuan could no longer tell which were tears and which were rain.

He kept opening his mouth, trying to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

He could only open his eyes wide and look at the master in front of him.

But the shadow of that person has dissipated even faster.

Lin Qingran's smile became more gentle: "Master, I know that no matter how much I persuade you, you won't believe that I'm doing it for you... Now, do you believe me?"

The dragon scale full of devilish energy flew out from the hands of the corpse, passed through the translucent golden spirit body, and took advantage of Mo Linyuan's trance at this moment, and stuck to the red flame mark on his forehead.

The next moment, the thick devilish energy that belonged to Mo Linyuan was sent into his body by the dragon scale.

This devilish energy is like a flood breaking through a dam, or like a huge thunder breaking through a heart.

Mo Linyuan seemed to be hit, he suddenly understood.

However, it was too late.

When Lin Qingran used his own spirit body as a container to kill the demon energy of Dongshangxie, and then sent it back to Mo Linyuan's body through the dragon scales, Lin Qingran's primordial spirit also dissipated. Never leave any more.

Only the last words remained, echoing beside Mo Linyuan: "When you want to kill someone, think of me..."

Mo Linyuan knelt on the ground, the rain curtain completely covered his body, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, he only felt pain.

Heart-piercing pain, as if the heart was tightened by something, unable to breathe.

Master, in order to persuade myself, I will not hesitate to die.

If I can trust him half a point...

If I could listen to him...

if……

If not, Mo Linyuan shouted angrily.

"Devil, you killed your master, take your life!!"

Mo Linyuan turned his head and saw Qu Qianfeng glaring at him, while Dongshangxie, Wu Nian, and other monks had already held their swords again and came towards him.

But this time, Mo Linyuan did not fight.

He hugged Lin Qingran's body tightly, put away the devilish energy that Lin Qingran had given back to him at the last moment, and put it away, just a dodge, and then flew away without a trace.

In the next second, Mo Linyuan and Lin Qingran fell into the ruins of Qianfeng Temple.

On the debris, the fairy rope was lying quietly.

Cui Qingming stood beside the bundle of immortal ropes.

"My lord..." Cui Qingming stepped forward, wanting to take the corpse in Mo Linyuan's arms.

But was kicked away by Mo Linyuan.

Holding Lin Qingran's corpse, Mo Linyuan suppressed boundless grief and anger, and angrily reprimanded: "I told you to look after Master, how dare you let him go!!"

Cui Qingming was about to kill him, already planning to die.But I still remember Lin Qingran's instructions, and helped him finish his last words: "Sword Immortal Qinglian said that the lord, regardless of his own life and death, insisted on losing both sides with the monks in the cultivation world... He is willing to feed demons with his body, just for the sake of him." May the Lord be safe for the rest of his life."

Mo Linyuan's forehead flashed red, he raised his hand and wanted to slap it down, but Cui Qingming ended up.

But Lin Qingran's words still echoed in his ears.

"Cultivate well... don't kill people indiscriminately because of me."

"When you are angry, suspicious, violent, and unable to control yourself, think of me..."

Mo Linyuan's hand hovered in mid-air.

Master used his own life to return the last demonic energy to himself, so that he could successfully leave Ghost Face City, return to the demons and be able to overwhelm the demons.

Not to kill myself...

Master wants to be good for himself, wants to let himself practice well, and wants to make himself not forget the way of ascension even if he is enchanted...

Mo Linyuan turned around, ignored Cui Qingming, only hugged Lin Qingran's body, and stood in the rain for a long time.

Even if the corpse in his arms was already cold, even if the corpse didn't even have the primordial spirit left, he was unwilling to let go.

He looked at the devil who was waiting for Ai Ai nearby, the dilapidated Ghost Face City in the distance, and the monks coming towards him in the rain.

He knew that if he tried his best to fight at this moment, he would be able to kill all these monks.

He also knew that if all these monks were killed, he would not be able to return to the Demon Realm safely.

In the past, he didn't care about his own life and death, and never cherished himself.He didn't care whether he died today or tomorrow.If he wants to disrupt the realm of comprehension, then disrupt it!He doesn't care what the consequences are and what he does to himself.

But now...

Master cherishes himself, in order for him to live well, he would rather die by himself.

How could Mo Linyuan live up to his painstaking efforts?

Mo Linyuan held the corpse in his arms tightly, and after a while, he choked out a few words in a hoarse voice: "Command, return to the Demon Realm!"

Then, he lowered his head and looked at Lin Qingran in his arms.

The corpse was already cold, without the blessing of immortality, the white clothes were covered with mud, and his face had turned gray.

His voice was extremely low, and his expression became gentler than ever before: "Master, I listen to you, you said you asked me to go back, and I will go back...you said you told me to cherish myself, so I will cherish myself... ...I will listen to everything you say...From now on, I will never disobey...Master..."

A drop of water fell on the gray face of the corpse, whether it was rain or tears.

Just overnight, all the demons disappeared.

All the passages of immortals and demons are thus closed.

Except for the abyss and sea of ​​fire in the Bodhi Temple, there is nowhere to reach the devil world.

And in the Bodhi Temple, Dong Shangxie's eyes were red, he insisted on entering the demon world, and wanted to fight Mo Linyuan to the death and get back Lin Qingran's body.

But was pulled by Wu Nian.

Wu Nian sighed: "Benefactor Lin feeds the demon with his body just to quell this battle between immortals and demons. He must also hope that you can live well..."

Dong Shangxie couldn't forget that scene.

I can't forget that Lin Qingran was in the torrential rain, and the golden soul disappeared little by little.

Dong Shangxie said: "He is...to save me!"

Wu Nian said: "Amitabha... If he is alive, he will definitely not want to see you go deep into the devil world, and you will die without a life."

Dong Shangxie clenched his fists, and finally covered his face and wept.

Wu Nian dragged Dong Shangxie away and came to the main hall of Bodhi Temple.

There had already been 81 summoning lamps parked there, and the monks who had survived the catastrophe went to worship Lin Qingran's tomb one by one.

Qu Qianfeng burst into tears, and supported the coffin: "Qingran, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

I regret that I never stayed in Wanhe Valley to resist the invasion of demons;

Second regret that when Lin Qingran entered the ghost face city, he never helped him reprimand those cultivators who made sarcastic remarks;

Sangui knew that he was going to see Mo Linyuan, but he never gave him all the magic to save his life;

Si regrets not being good enough to him...

But no matter how much regret, people will never come back.

Qu Qianfeng knelt in front of Lin Qingran's spirit: "Qingran, don't worry, I will definitely rebuild Wanhe Valley; if someone dares to say that you are not a word in the future, I, Qu Qianfeng, will be the first to find him desperately!"

After Qu Qianfeng worshiped, he got up slowly and walked towards the surviving monks.

His eyes slowly swept over those monks who had made sarcastic remarks at the beginning.

"Mo Linyuan is your apprentice, and you, as a master, are also at fault." "The time and place are right, and you, Lin Qingran, are the queen of the devil. Could it be that you are at peace with each other"...

Qu Qianfeng stretched out his hand and slapped those monks hard.

Those monks didn't hide or evade, with shame on their faces: "It's really my fault..."

The summoning lamp in the main hall was lit for 36 days.

After 36 days, the soul still hasn't returned.

The coffin with the clothes worn by Po Xiaojian and Lin Qingran was placed, and Qu Qianfeng brought them back to Wanhe Valley for burial.

It was buried in Qinglian Peak, under the pool of lotus flowers.

A year later, the traces of this battle between immortals and demons have gradually disappeared;

Two years later, Wanhe Valley has returned to its former appearance;

Three years later, Lin Qingran's statue was enshrined in the main hall in the north of Ghost Face City;

Everyone accepted this matter——the Qinglian Sword Immortal back then was the kind who died, died, and could never return.

Three years and nine months later, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the Bodhi tree in the Bodhi Temple is sprouting new buds. Wu Nian is wearing a gray monk robe and heading towards the Daxiong Hall.

After turning the Buddha statue three times, he took out a Buddha bone relic, carefully stored the Buddha bone relic in his sleeve, and went alone to the cave where he and Lin Qingran had watched the Heluo map together.

In the cave, the Heluo picture above is endlessly alive.

The abyss below is like in the past, emitting a blue-green light curtain.

He tied his hands into rings, enshrined the Buddha bone relics in his hands, took off the rosary beads around his neck, and placed them into a nirvana array.

"If there is no thought, if there is thought; if there is no thought, then there is no thought." Wu Nian looked pious, and recited the mantra of eternal life, "I will make you enter Nirvana without residue and save it..."

As he recited, the Buddha bone relic gradually emitted a pale golden light.

The light became bigger and brighter, and finally formed a golden figure above the Buddha bone relic.

The figure was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was sleeping in the lotus petals, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly;

Wu Nian sent a burst of spiritual power into the lotus platform, and the sleeping boy woke up leisurely, stretching long.

After yawning, he sat up lazily and opened his eyes: "Monk, are you all right?"

Wu Nian got up, clasped his hands together: "Benefactor Lin, this big dream, did you sleep well?"

Lin Qingran's primordial spirit said: "Okay, okay, of course it's good! How's the outside now? Where's Mo Linyuan? Did you really return to the Demon Realm as you and I expected?"

Wu Nian said: "Amitabha. That day when you died in front of him, he suddenly realized it and went back. But the trick of the donor is really dangerous. That's not what the poor monk said about feeding demons with his body..."

Lin Qingran stretched again, and said, "Didn't I tell you that day by Jinghu Lake? Both of Mo Linyuan's parents died since he was a child, and after he was brought back to Wanhe Valley, he guarded against Master day and night. won't trust anyone..."

Lin Qingran thought of the days and nights she spent chasing the text.

Mo Linyuan was born lonely and lacked love.

From childhood to youth, no one treats him sincerely.

Even after he became a heartthrob, everyone just piled the best things in front of him and made him smile. Although they approached him, they didn't walk into his heart.

In the book, the monk who feeds the demon with his body can move Mo Linyuan only because Mo Linyuan found someone who was willing to sacrifice for himself;

But the monk is merciful in his heart, he can do this to Mo Linyuan, and he can also do this to any other demon;

Although Mo Linyuan understood it in his heart, he was still moved and gave up killing for the sake of the monk;

Now, Mo Linyuan fell in love with him, but he was jealous, suspicious, and turbulent;

Ordinary feeding demons with their bodies, he said it was a trick of beautiful men.

Then only the enhanced version of feeding demons with the body - body death and soul extinction, in exchange for Mo Linyuan can go back safely, will it be possible for him to believe - it turns out that the master can be trusted!

From then on, he will practice hard and cherish it.

No matter how violent and suspicious he is, he will still remember—there was once a person who hoped that he would be fine.

As for how Lin Qingran could come back from the dead, it was also a plan he had discussed with Wu Nian.Before Lin Qingran left the city, he gave a strand of his soul to the monk, and copied all his memories in this strand of soul.

After Wu Nian got this strand of primordial spirit, he needed to make offerings with Buddha bone relics for at least 20 years before he could fully cultivate this strand of primordial spirit under the blessing of Wunian chanting sutras and reawaken Lin Qingran.

This method is a secret method not taught by the abbot of Bodhi Temple, and no one else knows it except Wu Nian.

It is even more impossible for Mo Linyuan to know!

It's just that Lin Qingran didn't expect that in the past three years, Dong Shangxie built temple statues for him everywhere, and Qu Qianfeng also enshrined them. The power of faith has been absorbed a lot, no less than a monk chanting scriptures, and he was awakened in advance up.

When Wu Nian thought of the past few years, he couldn't help but sigh.

The two chatted about the past few years, and Wu Nian sighed again: "What you did was amazing, in fact, you can help him block the sword, why die?"

Lin Qingran's primordial spirit smiled slightly in mid-air: "Only the dead can make a final conclusion. If not, how could he keep a master who loved him, cared about him, and cherished him forever in his heart. How could he always remember my last words?" ?”

Wu Nian sighed: "It's still you who think carefully..."

Lin Qingran said: "Ashamed."

I'm really ashamed, after working for so long, I'm finally debt-free, and I can change my vest to practice with peace of mind.

Wu Nian said: "Now that you have been awakened, have you thought about what will happen next?"

Lin Qingran said: "We must find a place that no one can find. Mage, what do you think of the snowy field in the North Country?"

Wu Nian said: "That's not right, there are people from Tianjing Palace there, so it's fine for you in the first few years, but as your cultivation level recovers, no matter who you take away, your appearance will gradually recover, and it will be easy to be recognized by others." out."

Lin Qingran nodded, and discussed several places with the monk, but whether it was Wanhe Valley, Ghost Face City, Bodhi Temple, or Wuyahai, Taolin Mountain... there was no guarantee that he would not meet acquaintances.

Lin Qingran sighed: "Oh, if there is someone who looks similar to me, everyone will know..."

Wu Nian suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said, "Yes! Not only one, but a bunch of them!"

Lin Qingran:? ? ?

But without Wu Nian opening his mouth, he knew where it was.

"In Mo Linyuan's Demon Palace, there are many substitutes that Cui Qingming found for him. But Mo Linyuan threw those people into the cold palace without even looking at them... The poor monk thought that it would be better to mix in..."

Lin Qingran said: "Not right! What if he bumps into you?"

"I heard that after you died, Mo Linyuan hugged your corpse and practiced outside all day, never going back to the Demon Palace!"

"I still have to practice."

"Mo Linyuan has rebuilt the Lingshi Palace, and has also mined new spirit mines. Now the devil world also has spirit stones, not only spirit stones, but also monster inner alchemy, which is enough for you!"

"I am practicing in seclusion!"

"The small hermit hides in the wild, the middle hermit hides in the city, and the big hermit hides in the court! Among the doubles in the devil's palace, it's just right for you."

Lin Qingran said: "Monk, wait, this is inappropriate!"

Wu Nian said: "It's too late to think about it. After you are awakened, you have to seize the house in time. If you delay any longer and the primordial spirit takes shape, you will not be able to enter the demon world, and it is even more impossible to seize the house without anyone noticing it. "

Wu Nian formed a mudra with both hands, and recited the mantra again: "Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi, extinction!"

Lin Qingran's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw more than 30 little sword cultivators lying in a dark room that were exactly like his physical body.

Lin Qingran: ...Forget it, it's all here, and what the monk said makes sense... Just take one of them!There happen to be two or three people who have just passed away, so choose one...

When he had just entered the body of the little sword cultivator, before he had time to fuse with the memory of the little sword cultivator, he heard a ferocious voice coming from outside.

"Get up! Get up! A meteor flew over the Demon Palace just now. It's time for you to clean the tomb of the late Demon Queen!"