"The little raccoon is dead!"

"Jiang Ling, you are a wreck, and you can't even protect your closest people. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Jiang Ling was wounded all over, face down, sticking to the ground, blaming himself deeply, scolding himself for failing to protect the little fox, and scolding him for not having enough strength to fight against the old monster of Chu Annihilation.

The ancient Buddha gold relics and the fire relics collided with two objects with large energy fluctuations, setting off air waves, shattering the stone pillars of the underground palace, the stone gate was smashed, and the underground palace collapsed.

Jiang Ling's left and right arms shattered, lying on the ground, unable to move. There was a thousand-pound boulder on his back, and his back bone was severely deformed and almost broken.

The Bloodthirsty Netherworld Sword and the Hell Ghost Axe were knocked away by Chu Zhensheng, and they disappeared, and even the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding was pressed under the boulder, unable to reach it, and the only thing that was not lost was the mustard bracelet that symbolized the identity of the owner of the Blood Pool Cave in his hand.

"Raccoon!"

Jiang Ling's back was pressed by the boulder, and the lower half of his body basically lost his ability to perceive and could not move. The bones of his arms were shattered and bloodstained on the ground, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

A trace of spiritual power escaped from the skull's bones, and Jiang Ling could feel that the body of the little fox was under the boulder not far away. His whispered cry of grief was not answered by the little fox.

"The little raccoon is dead! because of me. ”

Jiang Ling saw with his own eyes that the little fox was attacked by Chu Ansheng's pupil technique, and then he was poisoned and fell to the ground, bleeding to death with seven orifices, and he didn't even have the sound of his heart beating.

He cried out in grief, asking for a little psychological comfort, hoping that none of this had happened. However, the facts are in front of him, and Jiang Ling cannot be allowed to deceive himself.

He thought about the time when he first met the little fox, remembered that he taught the little fox to sit and stand, learn to speak, and learn etiquette in the ghost ship, and regarded the little fox as his closest person in his heart.

The death of the little fox made Jiang Ling feel deep despair and helplessness, and he even had a thought: it was himself who died, not the little fox.

Blood oozed from the hole in his arm, through the crack in the stone, to the place where the carcass of the fox was, and was absorbed by the fox, but there was no movement.

The dungeon was immersed in darkness, and there was not a trace of light.

Life is more painful than death, Jiang Ling is bent on dying, just wanting to shed blood as soon as possible, and leave this heart-wrenching world alone.

"Heavens, you are so vicious, let me live, but make me worse than dead. ”

"God, you are so ruthless, it makes my heart move, but it makes my liver and intestines broken. ”

"God, you really damn it, let me grow, but make me miserable. ”

A series of recent events have made Jiang Ling feel painful, and life is worse than death.

He never expected that after going through thousands of dangers to avenge the death of his clansmen, he swore to kill the vicious woman Hongxue was actually his biological mother.

At that moment, he raised the bloodthirsty Nether Sword, and with endless hatred, he really wanted to pierce Hongxue's chest with a sword, avenge the unjust death, and pay tribute to the souls of the dead.

However, the moment the blade stabbed out, he hesitated, he couldn't make a move, he couldn't be as ruthless as grass and trees, and he couldn't kill his biological mother with his own hands.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

In the final blow, he chose to be a coward, deflecting the blade of his sword three points out of his heart, seriously injuring Hongxue, and refusing to forgive Hongxue for the cruel things he did.

He didn't kill Beren, but he died because of it.

Hongxue can't accept the facts shown in the eternal chess game, and she can't face the crazy wild bandit leader Long Ju, only by dying can she make up for the guilt of Long Ju and get rid of it completely.

When Hongxue committed suicide by raising Jiang Ling's bloodthirsty ghost sword, she never thought that she was bent on death, and did not give Jiang Ling an explanation, but instead made Jiang Ling's lonely heart more fragile since childhood.

Hongxue couldn't get Jiang Ling's forgiveness until she died, and could only disappear into the sky with regret and the so-called relief and the soul of the dragon horse.

The most painful thing is Jiang Ling, he finally found the enemy who exterminated the clan, but found that it was all caused by his biological mother. He couldn't bear it, the tip of the sword deviated from his heart by three points, he didn't kill Hongxue, and he hoped that he could get the maternal love he longed for all his life.

However, Hongxue committed suicide because of the leader of the barbarian bandits, Longju, and begged for forgiveness.

Jiang Ling's wounded heart was hit hard again, he found his biological mother, he didn't even have a chance to call his mother, and he became a wandering and lonely orphan again.

The tragedy in Ranshi Village and the death of Hongxue made Jiang Ling disheartened and in pain.

Escaping from the Xingqi Pavilion, he was nostalgic for his old friends Chu Tianyu and Lingtong, and learned that the two were captured by Chu Tianba, and by mistake, they broke into Nangong Ping's mansion, wanting to rescue Princess Ling Yao and help her realize her dream of being a chivalrous woman.

However, it was still a step too late.

When he arrived, Princess Ling Yao, a weak woman, could not stop the obscenity of the cruel Chu King Chu Tianba, and was forced to lose her virginity.

Chu Tianba's heart suddenly rose, regardless of ethics and morality, the overlord made a bow, tore the placket of his clothes, and forcibly occupied Princess Ling Yao.

Jiang Ling was so angry that he almost fell into crazy mode, rushed into the bath, cut off Chu Tianba's lifeline with a sword, cut off his head, and blinded Nangong Zhengde, the head of the Nangong family, and cut off Nangong Ping's right leg.

Corpses piled up and rivers of blood flowed.

He broke out of the encirclement with the corpse of Princess Ling Yao and fled to the house of Chen Pi Asan in the slum, so he buried Princess Ling Yao and had the idea of launching a rebellion.

The death of Princess Ling Yao, the little fox was captured by the old monster Chu Zhensheng, which made Jiang Ling lose his mind, and he desperately wanted to besiege the imperial city and wash the Chu Ling clan in blood.

So taking advantage of the turbulent situation in the capital and the people's hearts, he united the 3,000 hooligans and ruffians in the slums, tens of thousands of poor and displaced people, and the Taoist faction based on Xianjian Peak and the 800-mile quicksand valley to besiege the imperial city, wash the corrupt officials with blood, and attack the underground palace.

After several desperate deaths, he almost wiped out the defenders of the imperial city and forced the Chu Ling clan to flee to the underground palace.

Just at the last moment, he was attacked by the old monster Chu Zhensheng, the stone gate of the underground palace was sealed, and he was in a dilemma, and he was brutalized by the powerful and unfathomable Chu Zhensheng, and there was only one breath left.

The dungeon collapsed and the little raccoon was killed.

Jiang Ling couldn't worry about the situation in the imperial city outside the underground palace at all, and he didn't know whether the displaced people had won or the soldiers who had been transferred back to the capital had counterattacked and failed to rebel.

It's hard to protect yourself, and life and death are all in one thought.

In addition, the fact that his good brother Ye Han's father was devoured by the body of the sun and died also made Jiang Ling painful, and he couldn't explain it to Ye Han and couldn't face Ye Han's revenge.

His sword is only against the enemy, and does not touch the blood of his brothers.

All kinds of things made him feel painful, and even wanted to die to get rid of it, but he couldn't let go of a person in his heart, a girl who didn't love him enough for three lifetimes, and he had to talk about it when he slept.

"I can't die, Hanxiang is waiting for me, I can't die. ”

In the sarcophagus of the ice room of the burial dragon pit, the gentleness at that moment left an indelible mark in Jiang Ling's heart, which could not be forgotten or forgotten.

He shouted in a low voice: "Hanxiang, I must come to you, wait for me." ”

The endless darkness reveals a little light, just a little, enough to light up hope, to think about the hope of living.

Just as Jiang Ling was trying hard to lift the stone, a familiar voice came from inside the mustard bracelet, and it was faint and almost gone.

With an intermittent voice, the old ghost of the blood pool stopped Jiang Ling from moving and said, "Don't move, you are very dangerous now, time is running out, quickly comprehend the mantra of the Colorful Poison Sutra with your heart." ”

Jiang Lingzheng wanted to blame the old ghost of the blood pool for not coming out at the critical time, and just as he was about to speak, the voice of the old ghost of the blood pool sounded in his ears: "Colorful Poison Sutra, Poison Sutra to the sect, devour all poisons, assimilation and integration......"

After the old ghost of the blood pool passed the mantra of the Colorful Poison Sutra to Jiang Ling, he said weakly: "Half a Yin Condensation Grass is not enough to heal my soul, I can't come out to help you, everything depends on yourself." Listen, the old monster is treating the injured eye, it must not be long before it will pounce and seize your Yang body, be sure to remember the five-color poison scripture mantra at this moment, with the colorful poison flower in the mustard bracelet, and take advantage of the old monster to relax its guard to have hope of survival. ”

The old ghost of the blood pool sighed: "Leave it to fate!" and fell silent in the mustard bracelet again, without a sound.

Jiang Ling didn't notice the coolness behind him at first, and when he was reminded by the old ghost of the blood pool using a secret method to transmit the sound, his spiritual power felt that there was indeed a cloud of black qi behind him.

"It's terrible, this old monster hasn't been stoned to death, and he still wants to seize the body of the sun. ”

Jiang Ling was shocked into a cold sweat, and hurriedly recited the five-colored poison scripture mantra of the old ghost sect of the blood pool repeatedly, and remembered every word very seriously.

Perhaps it was the influence of the five-colored poison mantra, and when Jiang Ling tried to run the mantra, the multicolored poison flower placed in the mustard seed bracelet floated over, turned into five-colored light and drilled into Jiang Ling's mouth, melting in an instant.

Swallow the multicolored flowers to absorb enough energy.

The spiritual energy in the Spirit Root Sea impacted the spiritual energy veins sealed by the boulder, poured into the spirit bone, and then poured into the immortal bone formed at the tail.

The wound was healed by the light of the multicolored flowers, stopping the bleeding.

The blood in Jiang Ling's body was induced by the multicolored poison to slowly turn from red to black, frantically devouring the surrounding evil qi and evil qi, forming a cloud of black qi on the surface of his body.

The Xuan Snake Venom Talisman toxins that had accumulated in the body were forced to shrink into a ball by the colorful light, firmly adsorbed in the spiritual qi bloodline, and impacted the blood vessels.

Chu Zhisheng, who was behind him, sensed the magic of the multicolored flowers, was taken aback, and exclaimed: "The multicolored flowers, it's not good, I didn't expect that there are multicolored flowers hidden in the mustard bracelet." ”

He was shocked in his heart, stopped healing, gathered all the black qi, stripped his soul from his body, and couldn't wait to forcibly pour his soul into Jiang Ling's body to devour his body.

Chu Zhensheng knew the power of the colorful flower, and knew that this flower could poison the soul and decay the body. He thought that Jiang Ling was doing something that would rather be broken than broken, and he was worried that the body of the Supreme Yang would be corroded by the colorful flowers, so he didn't think too much about it, and he didn't follow the regular steps of devouring the soul and forcibly pouring the soul in.

Chu Ansheng's soul poured into the Linggen Sea, using powerful spiritual power to instantly occupy control of the Linggen Sea, suppressing Jiang Ling's soul, and roaring: "Fortunately, I occupied the body in time, otherwise you would have ruined the big thing." ”

The powerful soul body quickly mobilized the spiritual energy in the Linggen Sea, and forcefully forced Jiang Ling's soul, desperately wanting to force Jiang Ling's soul out of the body.

"Boy, give you a chance, hand over your body, get out, or you'll be left in ashes. ”

Jiang Ling's soul shrank at the edge of the undeveloped area of the Linggen Sea, glared at Chu Xuansheng's soul, and roared, "Don't dream. ”