"Don't forget, your life is still mine. The Ice Spirit shouted, she wanted to use this to wake Jun Ling up.

"My life is yours?" A smile tugged at the corner of Jun Ling's mouth.

Seeing Jun Ling's smile, Han Bingling couldn't help but feel a little happy, thinking that it was his words that played a role.

But Han Bingling didn't notice the coldness in Jun Ling's smile, if he did, then the future would be different.

"That's right. ”

"Really?" Jun Ling sneered, "Then this life will be returned to you." As the words fell, the long sword in Jun Ling's hand instantly plunged into his heart, and bright red blood flowers suddenly bloomed.

Ice Spirit's eyes turned completely red, and she looked at the bloody flower that bloomed in front of her in disbelief.

The cold ice spirit instantly spontaneously ignited its Xuan power, and the Nine Netherworld Water and Nine Heavens Spirit Water in his hand flowed slowly, catching Jun Ling when he was about to fall, and the warm blood in his hand was showing the truth of all this.

The word suicide is so indifferent to Jun Ling, who has a blood vendetta that has not been avenged, but it really happened at this moment.

The Nine Nether Water and the Nine Heavens Spirit Water went into battle together, and Xuan Li frantically poured into Jun Ling's body to protect his heart. But it was blocked by the mysterious power in Jun Ling's body, and Jun Ling's life in his arms was slowly passing.

"Why!" Cold Ice Spirit's tears kept falling, she had never hated her words so much as she did now. Jun Ling's deep resistance made it difficult for her to use even a thousand means.

"I was wrong, Junling, I'm your wife, can't you? The cold ice spirit cried out heartbreakingly.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame slowly floated out of Jun Ling's body and gradually moved away, and the cold ice spirit knew that this was the situation where the master was about to die, and the heavenly fire was separated from the master's body that was about to die.

"All Souls Create Flames, All Souls Create Flames, you wake me up. Han Bingling cried, believing that the Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame would definitely have a way to save Jun Ling.

But at this moment, the spirit of the Ten Thousand Souls Creation Flame was falling into a deep sleep, and he couldn't hear the cry of the cold ice spirit at all.

Han Bing Ling looked at the gradually illusory Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame, his teeth clenched, his left hand reached into the flames without hesitation, the flesh and blood blurred instantly, and the pain that pierced his heart kept coming, but this pain was far less than the pain in his heart.

Tianshui and Xuanli were both left behind by the Cold Ice Spirit to hang Jun Ling's life, and the Cold Ice Spirit at this moment was completely deep into the Heavenly Fire with a flesh and blood body.

Cold Ice Spirit's jade hand quickly dried up, no matter how intense the pain was, it couldn't slow down Cold Ice Spirit, and the flesh and blood on his arm began to crack, and the fine cracks looked terrifying.

At this moment, the fingertips of the Cold Ice Spirit finally came to the Origin Flame of the Ten Thousand Souls Creation Flame, and at the same time as the arm burst open, the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame woke up.

As soon as Wan Ling Shengyan woke up, he saw the exploding arm of the cold ice spirit, and couldn't help but be shocked, what happened to make the cold ice spirit forcibly wake it up despite the explosion of the arm.

"Xiaoice snake, are you okay!"

"I'm fine, look at Jun Ling. Han Bingling's face was as pale as snow, and he said weakly.

Seeing the long sword inserted in Jun Ling's heart, Wan Ling Zaoyan's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the flames on his body were dim, and he shouted: "Quickly pull out the long sword in his heart and seal the wound with cold ice." ”

When Han Bingling heard this, regardless of the weakness of his body, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right foot and quickly pulled it out, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his heart, turning into blood-colored cold ice in Jun Ling's heart.

The Ten Thousand Souls Creation Flame instantly spontaneously ignited the origin of the Heavenly Fire, and the divine skill of Creation was used again, unlike the emerald green light point last time, this time the light point changed back and forth in countless colors.

Entering the wide open blood hole, the blood-colored ice slowly melted, and the wounded heart and huge blood hole slowly recovered at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a portion of the light floated into the Ice Spirit's severed arm, promoting the regeneration of its bones and flesh.

Time flies in the blink of an eye, the sky begins to turn white, more than three hours have passed since Jun Ling's suicide, and Han Bingling's broken arm has long been reborn, but the wound on Jun Ling's heart has never healed.

"No, with the Heavenly Fire Origin after my damage now, it is not enough to heal Jun Boy's injuries. "The body of the Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame is so illusory that it is as transparent as it is, and there is less than a trace of his Heavenly Fire Origin left, and if he continues to use it, I am afraid that he will completely dissipate into the heavens and the earth.

"So what to do, no matter what the cost, I'm willing to bear it. ”

"Alas, forget it, this old fire should sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman!" All souls sighed. "Take out all the fire dance grass in the Void Ring. ”

When Han Bingling heard this, he hurriedly took out the Fire Dance Grass, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame instantly devoured nearly half of the Fire Dance Grass, and the Fire Dance Grass melted one after another, turning into a little bit of light, which was the origin of the Heavenly Fire.

"As a companion of the Heavenly Fire, the Fire Dance Grass has a certain Heavenly Fire Origin, but if the Fire Dance Grass is used to supplement the Heavenly Fire Origin, it will destroy the self-derivation of the Heavenly Fire Origin of the Heavenly Fire itself, and it will take a certain amount of time to re-derive the Heavenly Fire Origin. All Souls explained.

The refined Fire Dance Grass formed colorful points of light and merged into rivers and poured into Jun Ling's body. The injuries recovered quickly and at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In a few moments, the wound at the mouth of the heart had healed, leaving no trace. The shape of the Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame was so illusory that it was difficult to even detect with the naked eye.

"Okay, everything else is up to you to solve, this time Jun Boy's situation is really a bit special, I will convey all the information to you through the Divine Sense Imprint in a while. Also, I will sleep for half a year in the future, and at the same time, the creation will not be able to be used for the next three months, so if something happens to Jun Boy next, it may really be hopeless. ”

Han Bingling was stunned, the situation is special, but what is so special?

There was no word for a long time, only a small sobbing echoed in the silent room, and it did not stop for a long time.

Yang Zixuan got up from the pit, feeling unbearable pain all over her body, seeing the sun hanging high in the sky, she didn't realize that it was noon, and couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile at Jun Ling's ruthlessness.

"That's right, Jun Ling!" Yang Zixuan woke up in hindsight, "I don't know if the situation has become more serious." ”

Turning his head to look at the cold ice spirit on the side, he was holding the sleeping Jun Ling in his arms.

Yang Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief, the situation didn't look so bad.

When approaching, Yang Zixuan couldn't help but take two steps back, two tear stains on the beautiful face of the cold ice spirit were particularly eye-catching, and there was a wisp of self-blame and despair in her bloodshot eyes.

Half of the long sword thrown on the ground had turned black, and there was a pool of blackened blood on the ground below Jun Ling, and the bloody clothes stained red with blood, all of which showed that everything was not optimistic.

Han Bing Ling raised his head and hugged Jun Ling to the side of the bed, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Creation Flame Drink lingered in his ears.

"You're very good, you're really good, I'm so relieved! What did you say that made him accept the appearance of the Eye of Time, and the boy with the Eye of Time has no feelings. ”

"The appearance of the Eye of Time is accompanied by the 'Devil's Language'. The 'Devil's Language' is an interpretation of the dark side of people's hearts, and the Eye of Time can trigger heartlessness in people. ”

"But the conditions for the 'Devil's Language' to appear are very harsh. Only people like Jun Xiaozi who have a blood feud in their hearts, and who are always afraid of losing their attention in their hearts, will appear. Jun Boy has been suppressing and resisting for you before, but now he has taken the initiative to accept all this, and he would rather have no emotion. And the reason for his acceptance is you. ”

"Anyway, be prepared now, he's no longer the Jun Ling you know, he's just a pure revenge machine now. ”

The cold ice spirit looked at the ceiling, his hand covering his forehead, and let out a self-deprecating maniacal laugh, tears falling silently again.

After all, she still didn't understand and pay attention to Jun Ling, and the appearance of the Eye of Time was not without warning, but she didn't notice it, did she?

She didn't know what Jun Ling was afraid of in his heart, he valued her and didn't want to lose her, but she made him feel insecure.

The legend of Bing Yudi and Jun Guixiao, her mysterious identity, all this made him so insecure, a sentence that it was not you anyway, broke his heart and made him into despair.

It was all so ironic, and what she thought she knew was nothing more than wishful thinking on her part.

This burst of laughter, the shadow of the shadow in this devastated world seems so lovable, and desperate laughter fills the world. This scene made Yang Zixuan feel a little sad.

"Hmm!" Jun Ling snorted lightly, touched his chest and got up, Han Bingling looked at Jun Ling in surprise, even if he had no emotion, she just wanted him to be well.

Yang Zixuan, who was on the side, saw Jun Ling wake up, ignored Leng Yuxuan on the side, and hurriedly walked to the bedside.

Jun Ling opened his eyes, swept his cold eyes and said coldly, "Who are you?" ”

Yang Zixuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"My sister. ”

Han Bingling covered his heart, only feeling that his heart hurt, that feeling of suffocation, that kind of pain that his heart was torn open and penetrated, it turned out that his heart could be so painful, and it could be painful in silence.

He forgot about her, not amnesia, but the brain subconsciously forgot about it. He didn't want to know her, and he regretted knowing her.

The tears on my cheeks rolled down again, and the tears of the night never dried.

A warm palm covered Han Bingling's cheek, wiping away her tears, and Han Bingling looked at Jun Ling in surprise.

Facing her gaze, Jun Ling's palm suddenly paused, retracted it, and said in a very cold voice: "Who are you, and besides, you are not allowed to cry in front of me." ”

Han Bingling put away his tears, pulled out a reluctant smile and said, "My name is Han Bingling, you forgot about me, it's okay, we can get to know each other again." ”

"Hmm!" Jun Ling nodded, turned his head to look at the broken walls around him, and said, "What's going on in my room?"

"It's okay, it's just that there was something wrong with your cultivation of the occult technique before. Han Bing Ling forced a smile on his face.

"Hmm. Jun Ling didn't suspect it, he got out of bed directly, took a random set of clothes from the closet on the side and walked out.

"Jun Ling, do you want to take a bath?" Yang Zixuan asked.

Jun Ling walked straight to the bathroom, ignoring Yang Zixuan.

"Why is Jun Ling so weird, you haven't reconciled yet!"

"We didn't reconcile at all, he forgot about me. With that, the tears rolled down again.

"Who said that, I think he still cares about you. Yang Zixuan frowned and retorted.

"He's not the Jun Ling I know anymore, and he doesn't have emotions at all. Han Bingling covered his face and cried bitterly.

"No emotion? What the hell is going on?"

"I'm the fault of all this. Han Bingling raised his head, his red and swollen eyes endearing.

Han Bingling pointed out and passed all the information to Yang Zixuan.

Yang Zixuan couldn't help but be silent, the truth turned out to be like this.

"A puppet controlled by a blood pact. Jun Ling's voice sounded, holding Leng Yuxuan in his hand like a dead dog.

At this time, Han Bingling remembered Leng Yuxuan's existence, "If you can't cancel the blood contract, you can only seal the blood contract." ”

"Hmm. Seal yourselves!" Jun Ling threw Leng Yuxuan at Han Bingling and said coldly.

Yang Zixuan also walked over, feeling very uncomfortable with Shang Junling's indifferent eyes.

"How do you seal the blood contract?" Yang Zixuan asked.

"You have to untie his shirt first, use Tianshui or Tianhuo to wrap the blood pact seal, and finally form a pentagram behind him. Han Bingling stopped his tears and said in a hoarse voice.

When the words fell, Han Bingling was about to untie Leng Yuxuan's shirt.