Soul bound

The sword wind came again, Lu Chi and Lin Xin laboriously raised his head to look at the distant sky.That day, there was a layer of clouds and mist, like a child who was about to cry, and it was still gray in the distance.

The sword light seemed to cut through the sky, casting a layer of warm light on the sword holder.Lv Jiuyuan stood facing the sky with a sword in one hand, his eyelids naturally drooped, covering most of the thick ink in his eyes.

Lu Chilin smiled for no reason, wondering if he was happy for Lu Jiuyuan's arrival.

But he was still one step too late.

The formation is complete.

The golden light wrapped around Shen Chuan's limbs, imprisoning him in the center of the formation, and then, like a vine, regenerated branches and pulled Cen Ming in.

Lu Chilin thought, they finally saw each other.He looked at Lu Jiuyuan's tightly pursed lips, almost writing "I'm very angry" on his gloomy face, and suddenly felt warm in his heart.That person didn't care.

He vaguely recalled the confession that Meng Pingchuan's Lu Jiuyuan told him, and he didn't know if the man who died without regret was talking about himself.Perhaps, he was not the only one who was touched by what happened at that time.

Ordinary people often say that when a person dies, there will always be some lingering and unforgettable memories of the past.Lu Chi Lin Xindao, it turned out that the spirit sword is also like ordinary people.

The golden light beams entangled Cen Ming's body one after another, spawning more ones that wanted to attack him.

Lu Jiuyuan, who was in mid-air, wanted to cut off with his sword, but he was afraid of self-defeating and hesitated to do so.

Shen Chuan in that room let out a roar of "ho ho", as if his soul was in extreme pain.But his knees didn't bend at all, as if he was competing with Cen Ming in front of him.

Lu Chilin felt as if his body was being pulled by two forces, one from Cen Ming, and the other perhaps from his own reluctance.

If only it could end sooner.he thinks.

Just as the golden wire was about to touch him, Lu Jiuyuan suddenly swooped down and dragged him to another place.

"What are you doing!" Lu Chilin couldn't think of words, so he just yelled out.

In the next moment, all the words and sentences were submerged in the lips.

Lu Jiuyuan was about to leave as soon as he touched it, bit his lips fiercely, and then jumped to the next land with his arms in his arms.

He ignored Lu Chilin's struggle, but shouted to Cen Ming: "Lu Shantang asked me to tell you, only if you and I kill Shen Chuan together, there will be no need to pay such a price... "

Cen Ming shuddered and tilted his head half an inch stiffly.Shen Chuan opened his mouth one step earlier than him: "These words are really light, I didn't expect...cough cough...after so many years, your little brother is still so naive!"

Cen Ming ignored his ridicule.

Lu Chilin raised his head from his arms in Jiuyuan: "There is no way."

Lu Jiuyuan was so angry that he was determined not to talk to him.

Lu Chilin didn't care, he raised his hand and grabbed his collar with difficulty, struggling to say: "You can't kill him, and Cen Ming can't kill him either. What's more, the magic circle has been formed, there is no turning around."

Lu Jiuyuan lowered his head and stared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "Then I won't let you die."

Lu Chilin smiled.

He is a sword that doesn't understand human affairs, how can he understand such things as eliminating demons, defending morality, and righteousness in the world.If Lu Jiuyuan's soul hadn't been trapped and his body had been taken away, no matter how much he could be tricked and persuaded, he wouldn't have come into such muddy water.

In the end there is no if.

He had already died once, and it was no big deal after all.

The swordsman is also the emperor of a hundred soldiers.From the beginning of sword casting, their fate has been fixed, and they are destined to overcome obstacles for the sword master and never regret it.Although Lu Ming is a sword without a master, but he, Lu Chilin, has recognized the master.

There was thunder in the sky, and for a moment, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

Lu Jiuyuan saw a vague sword shadow.He has seen this sword.The brilliance wrapped around the sword was beginning to fade gradually, and a few small cracks appeared on the sword at some point.

"You..." Lu Jiuyuan opened his mouth, wanting to tell him to stop, but found that he could not be so selfish.

The birth of the devil lord will cause the sect to be destroyed in the small case, and the life will be ruined in the large case.Although he didn't want to admit it, this was indeed the best solution.

Second time.

This is the second time he has hugged Lu Chilin like this.

If he had come earlier, even a little earlier, would the result have been different?

Lu Jiuyuan recalled the complaints from his uncle in his ears in the past, he sighed and said dejectedly: "Xiaoyuan, in this life, sometimes you have to admit that you are powerless."

How did he come back then?

It seems to say that as long as it is strong enough, there will never be such a time.

But now...

He felt that he hadn't changed anything since he woke up, and they finally came to this point.

He swung his sword towards the place where Shen Chuan was as if venting his anger.The roaring waves rose from the ground, drowning out all sounds.

"Crack-"

It sounded like a disconnection.

Lu Jiuyuan buried his head in Lu Chilin's neck, tightly clasped his waist, as if wanting to melt him into his flesh and blood.

Lu Chilin slowly turned his head, and happened to bump into Cen Ming's eyes.

"Thank you," he said.

The pain first came from the spine, then spread to the entire back, and extended to his limbs, as if he wanted to peel off a layer of skin from his body, and the knife was raised and fell again.Lu Chilin finally couldn't help but groaned, and the painful voice pierced deeply into Lu Jiuyuan's ears, teaching him to hug the person in his arms even tighter.

"Can you still have an afterlife?" He murmured.

Lu Chilin opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him.But the ensuing pain made him unable to utter a complete sentence.

Cen Ming finally knelt down on the ground, like a tall pine and cypress bent by the wind.Shen Chuan also squatted down on his knees, and looked at him.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked.

The answer to him was silence.

Shen Chuan asked again: "From now on, you will be entangled with me forever. Are you satisfied?"

Cen Ming raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of moist eyes: "Then are you satisfied? For all eternity, you will sleep with me at the foot of Luoxia Mountain."

Shen Chuan laughed mockingly.The golden thread gradually wrapped him up like a silkworm chrysalis.

Cen Ming's soul was scattered with tens of thousands of auras, which melted into it with a gust of breeze.

As if the crack on the sword body behind Lu Chilin was frozen, he suddenly stopped.

He was so numb from the pain that he couldn't even feel anything around him.

Maybe there is still one.

Even if it is a soul, there is an indescribable warmth in that person's arms.

He raised his unconscious hand and gently touched Lu Jiuyuan's back.

At the moment when the pain hit, he knew that Cen Ming had chosen another path for him from the very beginning.

He used what little spiritual power he had left to separate the souls of the two, saving his life.

The breeze brushed over his cheeks, bringing a chilly feeling.There was a hint of itching on his face, and water droplets from nowhere scratched his face, passed through Lu Jiuyuan's hand and fell to the ground.

The embracing souls were scattered in the wind, whirled upwards with an arc, and took away an apology as light as a cicada's wing.