The days in the Yin Wood Vine passed by like water, I thought about it for more than a hundred days, Su Jingbo inhaled the last trace of spiritual power into his body, exhaled deeply, and said to me in a cold voice: "Tang Chuyi, I originally wanted to trap you in this Yin Wood Vine for eternity, and make it my spiritual tool, but ...... I'm going to send you back to the Yang world now. ”

I looked happy: "Really? Su Jingbo, Xie ......"

Su Jingbo raised his left hand, touched my lips, and blocked my words: "Don't be in a hurry to thank you first." I did this because I didn't want to be left behind in the future, saying that I relied on a woman to win the third master of the spirit and ascend to the throne of the city god. ”

It turned out that he was not only for Yu Yingying, but also for greater ambitions.

With a wave of his hand, Su Jingbo released me from the Yin Wood Vine. He turned around and said without looking back: "My injuries have now healed, and I can cultivate on my own, although you can greatly increase my strength, but you can do without you." Besides, I really appreciate your current temperament, and I am ashamed of your generosity. I will give you a favor now, which can be regarded as a small gift to the third master of Ling, thank him for not killing that day. ”

"Su Jingbo, Lingzheng told me before that you are not a sinister person."

I moved my body, and it felt so good to be free.

"Really?" Su Jingbo's eyes showed a little playfulness, "My grievances with you have long been formed into a catastrophe in the world, this great gift, Third Master Ling should thank me well." ”

"What do you mean by that?" I could hear a hint of ghostly trickery in his words.

Su Jingbo swung out the bronze sword with a swipe on the ground, and pointed his other hand on the top of my head, reciting the incantation. My mind suddenly sank, and I felt that my spiritual power was scattered along Su Jingbo's words. You are really capricious, Su Jingbo, I only have a trace of my soul left, and you are still unwilling to let me go like this.

That's it, I closed my eyes, didn't do any struggle, and let Su Jingbo suck my spiritual power.

Suck it, suck it, sooner or later, you'll be gone.

At this moment, I had the determination to disappear, but unexpectedly saw a trace of Li Changyu's shadow on Su Jingbo's body.

Li Changyu, the man who died by the Santu River for me.

If I help Su Jingbo a little, it seems that I can alleviate my guilt for Li Changyu a little.

"Stop!"

A broken cry fell from the sky, and immediately after, a magnificent golden light shot straight at the bronze sword in Su Jingbo's hand, cutting through the darkness of the Yin Division. The wind roared in the golden light, and the terrible screams of the ghosts were heard within a hundred miles, and the huge deterrence mixed with the golden light swept the entire Black Mist Peak in an instant.

Su Jingbo let go of me, staggered back, his back against the Yin Mu vine, lowered his head, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and Lingzheng's figure appeared inside, wearing an ink-colored robe, with a long head and a high plate, and standing alone with a clear ruler in his hand, with a grim expression.

"Lingzheng, I knew you were coming." I smiled and waved to Lingzheng.

"The first year of junior high school, after me." Ling Zheng let out a faint voice, and the majesty in his eyes was still unsubsiding.

I glanced at Su Jingbo and ran to Lingzheng happily.

"Third Master Ling, you're finally here." Su Jingbo raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips, his eyes were gloomy, "The hatred between us can finally be broken." ”

I hid behind Lingzheng and interjected, "Su Jingbo, can't you put it down?" ”

"Hmph...... It's funny. Su Jingbo sneered at me, "People's hearts are like this, selfish, how can they easily comprehend the Buddha's words." Do you think that if you say a word or two of selfless words, I will let you go? Dream! Su Jingbo waved the bronze sword in his hand and killed us.

Lingzheng held the Qingming ruler high, the pure golden spiritual power overflowed from the Qingming ruler, the light and shadow slowly rose, and when he reached a few steps away from Su Jingbo, a golden aura suddenly condensed, and the lightning cut through the yin wood vine and stabbed towards Su Jingbo. Su Jingbo took out the reincarnation wheel with his sacrifice, and the complicated spells spread on the wheel, his eyes looked indifferently and solemnly at the golden aura that was getting closer and closer, and waved his hand in the air, calmly greeting him.

It was Su Jingbo's turn to be reincarnated, and he really had some ability.

A more intense aura than just now enveloped the entire Yin Division, and there was even a scorching aura rushing towards me, and I was burned by this heat wave and groaned. The yin wood vine in the black mist peak that had not changed for 10,000 years was faintly reflected in a withered posture. I really can't believe that such a terrifying effect is just the result of Lingzheng and Su Jingbo's weapons colliding.

"Stop, stop me!" I shouted.

If you don't stop them at this time, I'm afraid that the entire Yin Division will be caught in a vicious battle.

Ling's face calmly turned back to me: "The first year of junior high school? ”

"Haha...... Ridiculous, ridiculous. The city god who kills people without blinking, actually used his life's spiritual power to block the pain of the Yin King's backlash for a woman. Su Jingbo suddenly laughed on this empty black mist peak, and his words were extremely sarcastic, "Third Master Ling, I, Su Jingbo, admire you so much." ”

Ling Zheng replied lightly: "You are not bad, for the sake of the Yu family, you are willing to make this sacrifice." ”

I'm in a bit of a trance.

Lingzheng took over the Yin King's backlash for me? Su Jingbo sacrificed for Yu Yingying? I didn't quite understand, so I looked at Lingzheng, "Lingzheng, what is the Yin King's backlash?" Did Su Jingbo sacrifice anything for Yu Yingying? "Could it be that the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth just now is the power of the anti-devouring spirit of the Yin King Dao? Lingzheng took it for me, so wouldn't he have any aura now? Su Jingbo is inseparable from him, how could he let go of this great opportunity?

Am I the one who has harmed the Spirit?

Lingzheng turned around and said lightly: "He signed a contract with heaven and earth, and he can absorb the spirit of nature, but after death, his soul will be scattered. ”

Listening to Lingzheng explain to me about Su Jingbo, my heart was extremely shocked.

Su Jingbo also told me before that he wanted Lingzheng's position as the City God, but after his death, his soul was scattered, and even if he got the City God Seal, he couldn't succeed to the throne. Su Jingbo did so many things, just for Yu Yingying, did Yu Yingying know about this love?

Su Jingbo worked so hard for Yu Yingying, he didn't even want his soul, and now that Lingzheng has no spiritual power, do we still have a chance to win? I looked at Ling Zheng worriedly, Ling Zheng smiled faintly and said, "With the psychic technique alone, I am absolutely sure that I will defeat him." On the first day of junior high school, you don't need to worry. ”

At this life-and-death juncture, Lingzheng said such heartwarming words in order to comfort me, and I wanted to cry even more.

Su Jingbo said coldly: "Third Master Ling, what's so good about this woman?" Yingying has been in love with you for so many years, but you are here to disperse your thousand-year-old cultivation in order to take over the Yin King's backlash, is it worth it? ”

Lingzheng replied, "What about you?" Lingzheng touched my hair, his eyes were as gentle as water, "There is no reason to talk about feelings." ”

"Hmph, since you insist on this, I have nothing to persuade you." Su Jingbo actually wanted to persuade Lingzheng to choose Yu Yingying, it was incredible, he himself loved Yu Yingying deeply, how could it be ...... Is this the fulfillment of deep love?

Su Jingbo's voice came from the Yin Wood Vine, with the arrogance of a victor, "Then now, let you fall into the Yin Division forever." ”

Forever Falling?

Could it be that Su Jingbo wants to imprison our souls in the Black Mist Peak?

No, it's the Bell Pavilion in the Black Mist Peak.

The bell pavilion used to be a sacrificial attic, and it was used to reinforce the soul. Before I could think about it, there was a ......loud bang, and the entire Black Mist Peak suddenly shook, and the scorching aura became stronger and stronger, burning my whole body as if it was about to melt.

Lingzheng's posture was proud, and his voice was calm and unwavering: "Don't be afraid on the first day of the new year, I'll take you home." ”

As soon as the words were settled, the sporadic flames flickered from above the Yin Wood Vine, instantly burning into a fire net, enveloping the entire Yin Tree. The golden light around the Black Mist Peak was extinguished, forming a huge fluctuation of spiritual power, laying a life and death enchantment. The spirit is leading me to stand outside the barrier, cold-eyed and spelling.

"Third Master Ling, you, you are so despicable......"

Su Jingbo didn't expect things to change so quickly in an instant, he roared loudly, and the green shirt on his body was burned a little unbearable by the fire, but the fire in the sky did not go out but increased, thickly wrapping the yin wood and trapping him in it. Even if he has infinite spiritual power and spells, and holds the most powerful magic weapon in his hand, he can't easily escape from this barrier.

No, it's not an enchantment, it's a sacrifice! A blood sacrifice. Su Jingbo just threatened not to let us leave, not just talking big words, he does have that ability. It's just that......

I saw the clue and asked Lingzheng in a trembling voice: "You brought all the blood spirits of the past generations of City God?" ”

"And this ......" A small golden dot of light jumped out of Lingzheng's palm, which was the last bit of remnants left after the destruction of the Chenghuang Seal.

Small golden dots of light flew out of Lingzheng's palm, and disappeared into the sea of fire in the blink of an eye.

The reincarnation wheel in Su Jingbo's hand was rapidly changing its position in the Yin Wood, but it could not break through this sea of fire and blood sacrifice.

The remnants of thousands of years of the city god of the past dynasties, the blood spirit, and the golden light left by the city god seal, plus the sacrifice laid by the spirit himself, how could Su Jingbo escape?

Wrong!

Even though these things are not mortal things, with Su Jingbo's cultivation, they shouldn't be so down-and-out. Don't...... My face changed, I suddenly came to my senses, looked at Lingzheng and said in horror: "What was destroyed in the City God's Seal was only a shell, and that golden light is where the spiritual source of the City God's Seal lies?" And, there's Ling Xiaoman's blood in it, right? You knew there would be such a day, didn't you? You're all in control, right? His brain exploded, "Lingzheng, you are the master of that fate, right?" ”

"No, he was the ruler of destiny who had a chance." Su Jingbo let out a deep sigh from the Yin Wood Vine, "But now, he is almost gone." In the spirit of this city god seal, there is also his own blood. Ha ha...... Hahahaha...... I would be defeated without a fight. Hahahaha...... Third Master Ling, on spiritual power, which one of them will I lose to you? It's just that...... I can't compare to the weight of your scheming and the depth of the city. Now you can even do it to your own children, it's really vicious. ”

Ling Zheng didn't answer, he stood lightly, his voice was cold and arrogant and majestic: "Mortal Su Jingbo listens to the order, you collude with the Yin King to break the rules of Yin and Yang, and this king wants to seal you in the Bell Pavilion, do you have any opinions?" "Ling Zheng turned the bottle containing the blood spirit of the City God of the past generations upside down, pouring out the blood inside. One drop, two drops, three drops, it was also mixed with the blood of Ling Xiaoman and Ling Zheng, and the red blood flowed into the Yin Wood Vine along the fiery net.

I can't help but wonder if I was also like Su Jingbo that year, I was sealed by Lingzheng, and then released by him, sealed again, and released again...... Cycle after cycle, infinite reincarnation. Just because he wants to hold the destiny in his own hands?

Lingzheng, even if it is really what I guessed, I don't blame you.

Because anyone else will have the same idea, even if I am as weak as me, I once wanted to use my meager strength to help others, maybe you can also understand that I also want to be the manipulator of fate. I will not let my life, death, wealth, good and evil preferences be in the hands of others.

If you are self-reliant, what is wrong!

But what's wrong? Heaven? Transmigration? Everything in the world?

These words kept echoing in my head, one moment it was Wukong everything, and the other time, I was thinking about the seven emotions in the world. The furnace at his feet rang suddenly, and the red blood body inside was no longer bubbling like before, but swirling in a whirlpool, spinning rapidly. Gradually, a small child slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool, his eyes closed slightly, and his face was ruddy, as if he had just fallen asleep.

"Ling Xiaoman, why are you here......"

I seemed to have been spelled, and I could only look at the furnace in a daze and tears raining down.

Could it be that the Spirit is really in control of all this? In order to save me, he counted Ling Xiaoman?

My wretched boy, you have been drained of all your spiritual power by your own father! You're only two years old!

…… My heart shattered into thousands of pieces in an instant!

Ling Zheng no longer cared about Su Jingbo's anger, walked to the edge of the Ding furnace, held up Ling Xiaoman with one hand, waved the Qingming ruler with the other, and drew a circular sacrificial platform out of thin air. He put Ling Xiaoman in the center of the sacrificial platform, took the Qingming ruler to cut Ling Xiaoman's skin and flesh inch by inch, and the blood dripped down the Qingming ruler into the groove under the sacrificial platform. The grooves were stained red with blood, and the entire altar was enclosed, forming the appearance of a gossip diagram.

Ling Xiaoman didn't wake up, nor did he cry, as if he was asleep.

Ling Zheng's eyebrows were faint, and he stood on the edge of the altar, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

It's just that the black robe is very eye-catching.

It's really a ghost festival! It's really exactly the same as what Su Jingbo described to me before! Sure enough, he gave up on Ling Xiaoman and chose to save me......

To say that I used to remember and worship the spirit, but now when I watch my child being killed by his father and sacrificed in blood, the tears in my eyes gradually turn from clear to red. I hate my ignorance for hurting so many people, and I hate that I am so weak that I can't save my children, and I can't stop my lover from killing his parents and committing a terrible mistake.

All this is simply because of ...... The Spirit is trying to save me.