Everything in front of me swirled and eventually turned into pitch black. But this coma didn't last long, and soon Ye Ling woke up. The cool autumn breeze blew on his face, slightly relieving the stinging pain caused by the screaming just now. Ye Ling rubbed the corners of his forehead and raised his eyes to look around.

Autumn leaves, mountain roads, asphalt roads. It's still the foot of the mountain, and there is not a single car in sight. It turned out that this trip was a dream from the beginning, from the moment he saw the car. But he had a clear intuition, the dream just now...... It's a real dream. It was the black shadow that took him to see the scene in the form of a dream.

Pull out your phone and dial Murphy's number.

"Sorry, the phone you are calling is turned off, please try again later. Sorry, thesubscriberyoudialispower-off.pleasetryagainlater......" An elegant, calm voice read the obituary, announcing the departure of a friend.

Putting down the phone in a dejected manner, Ye Lingji looked into the distance, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. This time it's Qi Murphy, who will it be next time? In the bubble he saw five faces, counting the three dead and himself. There are only nine, and there are still four people missing!

However, there is no need to know who it is, because there must be Zhang Yao. She herself sensed the danger, and the inexplicable figure of nothingness in her first dream. This is already determined.

Moreover, there is really no need to know who else there is, because it must be done before Zhang Yao dies.

She can't die.

Ye Ling turned around and returned to Guanhai Temple along the mountain road.

The ancient mountain gate has not changed after a hundred years of wind and rain. But Ye Ling felt that the feeling was different every time he saw it. The sorrow of the first funeral, the sorrow of the second funeral, the tranquility of the first visit, the solemnity of Wang Zeming's death, the tranquility of the early morning visit, and the depth and horror of this time.

It was as if even this ancient monastery saw through his struggles and was ready to devour him.

The temple is quiet, not a single monk can see it, and the road to the side hall is also very familiar. There was no place to delay time, but Ye Ling had been gone for a long time. Hesitant to take every step, but not take a step back.

Slowly but surely, he pushed open the door of the temple.

The conversation in the hall came to an abrupt end, and both pairs of eyes fell on Ye Ling.

"Zhang Yao, why are you here?" Surprised and flustered, Ye Ling didn't know how to face Zhang Yao and how to deal with the next thing.

Zhang Yao raised his handbag and shook it, "You forgot to take the sword and the prayer beads." ”

Only then did Ye Ling remember that the most important sword had been left at home. But how did it get to Zhang Yao? Probably the shadow again.

It's good, everything important is in order.

Ye Ling walked over silently, took the handbag, and then did it opposite Zhang Yao.

"I've been there. Ye Ling opened the bag, and the unqualified little sword was played with in his hand, and the blunt edge couldn't even cut his fingers. "This spell is called the Thirteenth Building, and it was laid by the person named Ouyang Ruifeng back then. ”

The old monk's eyes narrowed: "Master Ruifeng has all sentient beings in his heart and is noble and virtuous, how could he cast such a vicious killing spell?"

"It seems to be to seal a devil. Those of us, and those of previous years, died just to give power to that technique. "The secret was revealed before everyone's eyes, but it was unbelievable.

Master Haishan was silent for a long time, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "If it is an evil cult that Master Ruifeng can't kill, how powerful is it......"

Ye Ling got up, walked to the window, looked at the twilight outside through the wooden window grid, and struggled in a low voice: "It's his younger brother, Ouyang Ruihai." That is, the old man in the thatched hut. And...... I'm the 'Array'......"

The two of them, who were in shock, raised their heads at the same time, looking at Ye Ling's silhouette in the dim daylight, and fell into even greater shock.

"I remember that before he died, the master said something like this: 'Don't let the devil come out. I only understand now. If it is a demon that even the legendary Master Ruifeng can't kill, he really deserves the word 'devil'. ”

The abbot of Haishan looked at Ye Ling with a complicated gaze. But Ye Ling didn't look at the old monk, just lowered his eyes. The hand holding the hilt of the sword gradually strengthened: "Now there are only two ways, I will die, and then I will bet that you can live." ”

Ye Ling raised his head and smiled brightly at Zhang Yao: "Or let's die together." ”

Zhang Yao's eyes were full of panic, she didn't want to die, but she couldn't say anything to let him die. Why can't the two of them live together? Why are you the damn 'Array Pivot'? If you should die, wouldn't it be nice to let him die, didn't you say that you would accompany me to finish high school and then go to the same university, didn't you still say that you would give me roses!

"But I don't want you dead. I'd love to see the scenery with you, but it seems like I'll have to leave early. Ye Ling leaned on the pillar, raised his head and sighed: "Leave Cangbei as soon as possible, I don't know how strong that devil will be and how many people he will kill, but I don't want you to die." ”

The old monk's snow-white eyebrows raised, but he didn't speak after all. yes, how many people will die, and how many people will die over the years.

At this time, the door of the side hall was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a clear cry sounded: "Put down the sword!"

"Stop! Ouyang Qingfeng, if you take a step further, I'll die for you now. Ye Ling lowered his eyes again, very cheesy threat, like a delicate girl who wants to have a new toy, but his tone was extraordinarily calm and cold, and he really dared to stab himself to death.

Ouyang looked at the short sword that was against Ye Ling's heart, stopped, raised his hands to show compromise, or pounced at any time: "You put down the sword first, if you have something to say slowly, there will be a way to break the spell, and you don't want to die, do you?"

"Nope. Ye Ling shook his head mockingly: "Only if one of the two of us dies, the technique will be broken." The things of your ancestors, you should know best. ”

"Yes, but I can kill him, quickly, it will only take a few days to prepare. Ouyang's tone was a little eager, and he was no longer cold.

"You're right. Ye Ling was silent for a long time, Ouyang almost thought that he had succeeded, and was about to step forward. But Ye Ling handed over the sword in his hand another half an inch, piercing the sportswear on his chest, and blood oozed out: "You're right, in this era of the decline of the Immortal Dao, no one can beat him." Of course not. ”

"Besides, I'm running out of time. Ye Ling raised his head and stared at Ouyang's eyes: "I don't know who the next victim will be, will it be Zhang Yao." All I know is that she can't die. ”

"Do you know what you're doing! If you let Ouyang Ruihai come out, how many people will die? The whole city will be destroyed! Could it be that so many people's lives can't compare to her!" Ouyang roared in disappointment and anger, "If you dare to kill yourself, I will definitely kill her!"

Hearing this very tasteless threat, Ye Ling was stunned, and then a bright smile bloomed on his usually shy and gentle face: "Yes, in my heart, she is more important than everything." More important than countless counts, everything else. As long as she can live well, it doesn't matter to me that some people die. Moreover, if you hurt her half a point, I won't let you go. ”

It's still a very tasteless threat, but he's really going to be a ghost. The small sword slammed into the heart, inserting more than four inches. In an instant, Ye Ling's face twisted and became hideous, and blood gushed out along the sword, wetting his clothes and staining the floor tiles red. It should have hurt, but it didn't make a sound.

Zhang Yao has been silently watching the two of them quarrel with each other and threaten each other. At this point, she finally couldn't calm down, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only cover her mouth in silence and let the tears flow in big drops without making a sound.

Ouyang looked at the blood gushing out, but calmed down. He knew that it was too late, Uncle Tai's sword, the legendary Xuanyou, had never been injured, and drinking blood would kill people.

Leaves are zero, dead leaves are withered.

His life was like an ordinary dead leaf, withering, falling, burning in this late autumn twilight, igniting the sword in his chest.

Before the sunset was swallowed up by the sea, the small sword burned, and instead of the blood-red sun, it lit up the Buddha hall and used the life of this dead leaf. Like the sound of firewood roasting in the fire, the sandalwood fish bowl beeped, and then suddenly a crack opened, and the crumbling sawdust flew out. The cracks gradually spread, and water splattered out of some of the cracks, but it could not extinguish the fire on the sword.

The sword is burning, like the fence of the sword is also burning, when the life of the dead leaf is burned out, the ancient array and the sword intent in it will also be burned out, and it will be extinguished in the wind.

The sunset is being sped up, not by the sun, but by the darkness of the sea level. A black canopy of sky slowly rose, swallowing the afterglow of the setting sun and eroding the entire sky.

In the thatched hut, the old man's eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth showed an oozing smile. He had waited too long for this day, and this world had not seen the color of the night for too long. The old man held a rather ancient scabbard in his hand, there was no sword in the sheath, and the Han Bafang was inserted in Ye Ling's heart, in the posture of a short sword.

The dark curtain has passed the sun, but it still firmly occupies this heavenly dome. At this time, even ordinary people can see such a vision. Day and night! People in the streets fled in panic, screaming, pushing and shoving each other, destroying everything in sight. The police and armed police also took to the streets to maintain order as soon as possible, but they were still panicking, such a supernatural and strange black tide was far more terrifying than the most violent tsunami.

Finally, the fire on the sword was extinguished, the sandalwood fish tank exploded with a bang, and splinters of wood and water splashed everywhere, mixed with blood, and the solemn Buddha hall was filthy everywhere.

At the same time that Ye Ling fell, a cold laughter echoed in everyone's hearts, compared to those dazed and ignorant ordinary people outside, everyone in the hall understood what this meant. Ouyang Ruihai is back.

A massacre that seems to have been unstoppable.

Ouyang turned around and rushed out of the Buddha hall, left the temple, stood on the front lawn, looked at the proud figure in the sky who was embracing freedom, and narrowed his eyes. Then he resolutely took out the long sword from the strap and placed it across his neck. A wipe.

Blood flowed out of Ouyang's eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and wounds, and the bleeding from the Seven Orifices was probably like this. The abbot of Haishan who came out looked at this scene, his eyes were full of compassion, and he sighed lightly: "Daomen soldiers." ”

Ouyang Ruihai had a dark wound when he was young, which was not fatal, but left a vital point. No one knows, except for the people of the Ouyang family.

But even if he knew, it was useless, because Ouyang Ruihai was too powerful, so powerful that no one could threaten his life. But at this time, Ouyang Ruihai was immersed in the joy of regaining his freedom, and was excited about the imminent slaughter of tens of thousands of living beings. And in this world where there are no immortals and no demons, no one can hurt him. So when he was most proudly happy, the door was wide open.

Then, a ripple shot out from Ouyang Qingfeng's body hit that fateful gate. Immediately after, an empty and cold darkness also hit there. Ouyang Ruihai was suddenly struck by lightning, and the dark sky trembled.

Trembling, then backwards, the sky reopened, and all the darkness returned to that twisted and trembling body, setting it on fire.

The old demon was covered in black fire, and hissed in pain, indistinct: "Hiss...... Ghost.. ... Envoy.. ... Never.. ... Doped ..... hands...... Vulgar.......... For... Miscellaneous... Why...."

The black shadow stood on one of the corners of the eaves of the Buddha hall, looking at the sky that was repeated brightly, and the old man whose body and soul had been burned out, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. But looking at the man in white who was confronting him on the other side, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of solemnity.

But in the end, it still gave up resistance, spread its hands, and a hollow voice sounded: "One hundred and twenty-eight years, the chaos in Cangbei should have ended a long time ago." ”

Yes, it's over, and with him, him, and his death, the spell has dissipated, and a hundred-year-old nightmare has been shattered.