Soul bound

Cen Ming's thoughts were indeed as Lu Shantang said.

Lu Chilin stared coldly at Shen Chuan, who was restrained by the formation in front of him, black blood oozes from the seven orifices of the original body far away in Luoxia Mountain.

The sound of the wind around him scraped across his cheeks, making him feel a tingling pain.The sword body of his body trembled wildly, making a cry of helpless struggle and wailing.

He fought with Shen Chuan for an hour, and finally trapped the devil in the formation that Cen Ming said.But who is Shen Chuan, and how can he retreat completely?

Lu Chilin was almost exhausted, and the vast ocean in the spiritual sea retreated by a line.The flying snow all over the sky stopped, and the white snow on the ground melted into a large area, exposing the barren land below.

His soul seemed to be torn into several petals, the pain brought to him was like a broken sword, and it was like sharp weapons of magic soldiers nailed into the spiritual veins.

He suppressed the tearing pain of his soul, gritted his teeth and asked the open space beside him: "What should I do?"

But he saw a young soul gathered beside him, that person's face looked extremely pale, and his whole body appeared transparent under the sunlight, as if it could disappear in an instant and disappear without a trace.

Shen Chuan's eyes have been greedily falling on that person from the very beginning, and he couldn't see enough and was unwilling to leave.

His devilish energy had been torn apart, and his clothes had been cut several times by the sword energy, revealing the pure white underclothes inside.But he didn't look embarrassed at all, he was as calm as a leopard patrolling its territory.

Cen Ming met him with a glance, and for a moment, it seemed that all the blood feud and the wasted centuries of time were hidden in this glance.

"It turns out that the two of you can coexist here." Shen Chuan's voice was a little cold, and it made people shudder involuntarily.

Cen Ming gently stroked Lu Chilin's back a few times, and the traces of spiritual energy barely soothed the injury of his soul.

He walked forward step by step, and looked at Shen Chuan across the wall of radiant light.

"Up to now, I don't know what else I can tell you." His ending voice trembled a little, as if he was enduring some kind of sad emotion.

Lu Chilin had seen the relationship between him and Shen Chuan, and felt that he might be able to understand a thing or two.

Shen Chuan pulled out a mocking smile: "Do you still want to seal me again? You are just a remnant soul now, do you really think you can be the same as before?"

"Cen Ming, I don't understand, what's so good about your way of thinking. If you let me go, I don't remember the past. From then on, it's not bad for you and me to start over again?"

He never cared about other people's gazes, even if there was an outsider Lu Chilin beside the two of them at the moment, he also unabashedly vented out what was in his heart.

Cen Ming closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes covered his plain and unremarkable eyebrows.But it's just such eyebrows and eyes, but it has been lingering in Shen Chuan's memory.

Cen Ming smiled wryly: "Human monsters have had different paths since ancient times, let alone you are a demon..."

He will never forget the scene of that year.The aloof demon master's face was as cold as iron, and he raised his head indifferently, revealing a pair of startling eyes.He slowly withdrew his hand from the monk's chest and crushed his spiritual core without any hesitation.That sect is not big, and the disciples under it may not be half of Linxuetang's, Shen Chuan destroyed it without any emotion, the scene can not be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

As soon as the words fell, before Lu Chilin could react, he saw Cen Ming form a seal in a short while.

A look of astonishment flashed across Shen Chuan's eyes, and finally turned into sarcasm and resentment.Shen Chuan used his hand as a claw, and grabbed the wall in front of him that trapped him, intending to savagely tear it apart for two weeks.

This was a confrontation between the two of them, and Lu Chilin couldn't even intervene.

But the two crazily intertwined spiritual power and devilish energy made his sword hum, as if they wanted to tear him apart like that and the formation.

Numerous images raced away from his mind like a revolving lantern.

He remembered what he saw in his dream that day.

The Nine Heavens Mirror is gold, the shark bead is water, the Tianxun blade is wood, and the lumen lamp is fire.So, what is soil?

What he saw at that time were only four magical artifacts, no matter how he tried to recall, he didn't know what the fifth one was.

Lu Jiuyuan said that the fifth ritual vessel was in the mountain he went to before; Cen Mingdao's fifth ritual vessel was buried in Luoxiazong.

come to...

That picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

He saw Cen Ming.

Cen Ming, who set up the soul-binding array, was not in a state of exhaustion. He stroked his chest and forcefully forced himself to vomit a mouthful of black blood.He roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a blunt and ugly smile.

His sword was broken, and he could no longer fly with it.

He could only tap his toes on the branches one after another in the most ordinary way.

He came to Luoxia Mountain, touched the stone wall all the way, and walked down the dark mountain path to the deepest part of Luoxia Mountain.

He buried himself in the loess and formed a seal on his chest.It was printed on his chest, glowing with a soft golden light, but the pain it brought to him was extremely severe and intense, crushing his soul to pieces.

He closed his eyes in the darkness, and fell into yet another darkness where he could not see his old friend.

For hundreds of years, Shen Chuan was the only one who suffered.

The predecessor, Cen Ming, sacrificed himself and fell into an endless cycle of pain with him.

When he opened his eyes in Lu Chilin's body with a remnant soul, and looked around blankly at the vicissitudes of the world, he felt sad and bitter.

As soon as Lu Chilin's knees softened, he immediately knelt on the ground and slammed into the hard soil.The feeling that filled my heart seemed familiar, like old vinegar that had been spilled, it was so sour.

He is connected with Cen Ming's consciousness, and what he can see, Cen Ming can naturally see.But that person is like a statue, from the beginning to the end, he didn't move at all.

Almost crazy laughter resounded through the mountains, Shen Chuan coughed up blood, but still couldn't stop the eardrum-shattering laugh: "You really are...you really are..."

"What a noble and honest Immortal Elder Cen Ming, what a..." Shen Chuan finally understood Cen Ming's purpose.From their initial confrontation in Linxue Hall, it was a lot of deliberation with ulterior motives.He approached himself, relying on Lu Chilin to gain that insignificant opportunity, but just for now, to die with himself again.

Although he is a demon, but when it comes to ruthlessness, he is no match for this person.

Cen Ming's spirit looked paler and blurred, if there was a gust of wind at this moment, he would be able to go away in an instant.

Lu Chilin knelt on the ground, clutching the clothes on his chest in pain.He knew that Cen Ming's formation was about to be completed, but he was afraid that he was running out of time.

"Are you really not hesitant, Cen Ming?" Shen Chuan growled, "You would rather die with me than stand by my side and live with me?"

Cen Ming smiled softly: "But I'm already dead."

He turned his head and glanced at Lu Chilin, and passed a sentence from their connected spiritual sea: "Be patient."

The relationship between him and Lu Chilin was comparable to twins, and Lu Chilin's pain was naturally no less painful to him, and it was even worse.But his back was still straight, and his knees were not bent halfway, as if he didn't want to show his weakness in front of Shen Chuan at all.

There was a gap in the formation wall, and then it spread like a spider web.The blood dripped on the ground and merged into the land with withered vegetation.

Seeing that Shen Chuan was about to get out of trouble, Cen Ming bit the tip of his tongue and wiped a bloodstain.

The next moment, a sword light shot from afar.

The sword wind entered straight, like a thousand horses and thousands of troops.

One sword shines on nineteen continents.