Lin Erliang kept thinking about it in the middle of the night, and he didn't understand when he thought about becoming an immortal.

is even an immortal seeker who is already in the realm of 'not me'.

Zhang Xiaoyu once guessed how many taels Lin Erliang had when he was born because of the origin and name of Jian Shijin.

But when Lin Erliang was born, he was very ordinary, six catties and seven taels, which was a weight that had nothing to do with Lin Erliang's name.

It is a small city north of Fengqi Ridge and south of Liuyun Mountain Range, called Shanyue City, since it is a small city, it is naturally not comparable to Nanyi City.

There is no existence like Nanyi City, which has one of the three major sword sects in the south, and there is no need for Fengqiling's 80,000 sword cultivators to go down the mountain in case of trouble.

It's just an ordinary town sandwiched in the mountains.

The Lin family where he is located is not a big surname, just a small family with a shop in the city that gets up early in the morning to sell tofu.

When Lin Erliang was born, someone happened to come to buy Erliang tofu, so he called Lin Erliang.

If the person bought three taels of tofu at that time, maybe it was called Lin Santael.

There is no Hanging Temple in Shanyue City, so if people want to step into the path of cultivation, they have to go into the mountains to find those places of cultivation scattered in the world.

Lin Erliang was like this, when he was ten years old, he longed for the sword of a cultivator to ride the wind, and with a few catties of cured tofu on his back, he went out of the city to find a cultivation sect.

Luckily, he found it.

But to the surprise of the world.

Lin Erliang, who was born between Fengqiling and Liuyun Mountain Range, the two great places where sword cultivation gathers, found a Taoist temple and learned Taoist techniques, and the Taoist temple is simple and ordinary, even now, it still exists in those mountain ranges where sword cultivation gathers.

Lin Erliang's talent is average.

Practiced at the age of ten, entered the path at the age of fifteen, and became enlightened at the age of twenty-five, so he did not deceive the youth of the world, perhaps because of the lack of nostalgia in the world, Lin Erliang entered the path at the age of thirty-five.

Everything should have been hidden in the green mountains like this.

But later, Lin Erliang met Jian Shijin, who was thirty years old at the time but was still struggling to enter the Tao.

The story is very simple, at that time, Jian Shijin was just an ordinary heavenly prison official, driven by the southern dispatch envoy, looking for a possible twelfth floor gate near the Liuyun Mountain Range.

It's a pity that he was seriously injured, so Lin Erliang passed by, rescued him, and killed the person on the twelfth floor.

The story after that is that he had a good conversation with Jane Shijin, so he went to heaven together to pursue the madman on the twelfth floor.

Lin Erliang in the story is peaceful, upward, and diligent.

But the Lin Erliang seen in the world is often gloomy, as if everyone in the world owes him two taels of silver.

Lin Erliang always thought that he had been in prison for a long time before he became what he is now.

But the Lin Erliang that Jian Shijin has always seen is like this.

Riding the wind in the mountains and forests, he indifferently killed the person on the twelfth floor.

It was gloomy, as if it were extremely hateful.

But the contradiction of the story does not appear in Jane's ten-pound attitude.

It's a self-examination in hell.

Lin Erliang's master did not exist among the cultivators of the ordinary channel view of the past generations.

Jian Shijin once thought that even if there were only two people left in the world, and one of them must be someone from the twelfth floor, he would only suspect that he was a person from the twelfth floor, not Lin Erliang.

So when Lin Erliang repeated the name of the Taoist named Dream for Fish again, Jian Shijin's expression became complicated.

Jian Shijin, who has always been happy, and the atmosphere of the Heavenly Prison Prison, which is particularly inconsistent, has integrated into this heavy atmosphere for the first time.

- You are mistaken.

- I didn't .....

Lin Erliang subconsciously didn't finish his words, so he was stunned.

Heavenly Hell probably didn't really think that there might really be someone on the twelfth floor here, or their top boss.

Lin Erliang was still sober and calm at that time.

So after he was stunned for a moment, he decisively looked at the heavenly jailer who was also stunned.

- Ten more locking nails!

The Heavenly Prison Guard quickly retrieved the bloodstained nails and completely locked the connection between Lin Erliang and Shenhai.

Jian Shijin looked at Lin Erliang silently from the side, and there were many blood holes on the body that had just pulled out the nail, dripping with blood.

Lin Erliang also looked at Jian Shijin silently.

A question was asked.

- What did I use to kill the man?

- Sword, a sword from the green hills.

Lin Erliang fell silent.

No one would have thought that such an obvious flaw would be buried for so many years in Jian Shijin's trust.

In his memory, he used a trick to urge the wind and rain to attack and kill the person on the twelfth floor.

How can it be a sword?

But Lin Erliang didn't deny it, he looked at Jian Shijin quietly and said softly.

- Yes, a sword.

The look on Jian Shijin's face was very weird, as if he was crying or laughing.

Lin Erliang realized something, and looked at Jian Shijin in a daze.

The words of the twelfth floor cannot be believed.

The same goes for Hell.

Jian Shijin looked at Lin Erliang with that ugly smile and said slowly.

- But you were using Daojutsu at the time.

Jian Shijin bent over and looked at Lin Erliang deeply - you are lying, Lin Erliang.

Why do people lie?

Because I want to hide something.

Jian Shijin also realized this, but out of trust in Lin Erliang's past, he still stuck his head over.

So Lin Eryi grabbed his throat.

Although Jian Shijin didn't know why Lin Erliang broke through the blockade of the Lock God Nail, he still struggled to make a hands-on gesture.

It was only when those mighty Dao Yun swept through the prison that he realized that he was still careless after all.

So forget to dodge the past.

- You guessed it, ten pounds.

Lin Erliang said softly.

When he said the name Dream of Fish, he realized that something was wrong.

So he asked for ten more locking nails.

The Lock God Nail was created by Kamigawa, using the Dao Sect's Dao Sealing Technique.

Only when the sermons are in harmony can a blockade of the Divine Sea be formed.

When the ten new locking nails were nailed into the body, the sermons that had formed the seal had a brief contact and reintegration.

So Lin Erliang took advantage of that moment to leave a touch of Taoism in the palm of his hand.

Lin Erliang was naturally sober and calm.

It's just that this kind of sobriety and calmness comes from the identity of the twelfth floor.

And not the president of the Supervisory Yuan.

Lin Eryi twisted Jian Shijin's neck one by one.

The love that has been together for many years.

When the identities are completely different, they have been all thrown away.

Dozens of locking god nails clanged and fell from Lin Erliang's body.

It's different from Jane's ten pounds.

Lin Erliang is in the world, and it is a real small realm.

Although it's only the third realm.

is far inferior to Zhang Xiaoyu or Chen Huaifeng.

But in the heavenly hell, he is naturally difficult to find an opponent.

Indifferently dealt with the heavenly prison officials who surrounded him like they were not afraid of death, Lin Erliang went out and walked towards another cell in the prison court.

Di Qianjun's self-examination has not yet been completed.

This Southern Dispatcher, who had always been indifferent, was born in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and was the existence of the Fifth Realm of the Trail.

But when he sat in prison with a lock nail and looked at Lin Erliang who stepped in with blood, he was a little surprised.

It turns out that in the Heavenly Hell, there are really people on the twelfth floor.

- I haven't even thought about it, let alone you?

Lin Erliang said calmly.

Countless sermons emerged.

Di Qianjun stood up and raised his hand to pull out the nails on his body.

Lin Er turned into Dao Feng, deceived himself, wrapped himself in Dao Feng, and slapped Di Qianjun with one palm, and those lock god nails from Huaidu were slapped into Di Qianjun's body again.

Di Qianjun did not hesitate, turned over and fell to the side, picked up the sword he handed over, drew his sword out of its sheath, faced Daowen, and stabbed Lin Erliang with a sword.

It is the Night Rain Sword Momentum of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

The people of the Liuyun Sword Sect, even if they can't invoke the power in the Divine Sea, are still first-class sword cultivators in the world.

This is also the biggest advantage of the Sword Sect with the Retro Flow Sword School as the core.

The two were very close to each other.

Just like what Di Qianjun and Nanchu Wushan said that night.

You're too close to me.

A sword in the night rain.

It is the sword momentum that has been inherited by the Liuyun Sword Sect for more than 2,000 years, which is far longer than the history of cultivation.

The core swordsmanship of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

For example, a killer sharpens his sword all night, walks in the night rain, and passes by people, when a sword comes out of its sheath.

Although that sword had no sword intent, and no heaven and earth vitality, it was still extremely fast, if Lin Erliang hadn't followed the fluctuation traces in the vitality around him, he wouldn't even have seen how that sword came about.

So when that sword appeared in front of the throat, it had already been formed and stopped by a talisman technique.

Di Qianjun's sword failed, and the black robe on his arm shattered, but he took the power of the sword violently, and the long sword seemed to be shaken out of his hand, but when it fell, it was changed to his left hand, and then a sword stabbed Lin Erliang's heart.

Lin Er's palms surrounded Dao Wen, hung straight down, and caught the sword again, and then above the Dao Sea in the Divine Sea, thousands of Yuan Qi surged, broke out of his body, and overturned Di Qianjun.

Compared to the first sword, Di Qianjun's second sword had already fallen into the ordinary sword path.

The Killer Sword Sect is naturally a sword to produce results.

Di Qianjun sat down in the corner of the wall, coughed up a mouthful of blood, stood up with his sword, and sat down again, looking at Lin Erliang in front of him with some regret.

If the night rain had succeeded with a sword, it would have been a different result.

It's just that the Great Dao is in the world, everything in the world has to fall into it, no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of the secular swordsman is, he can't pass this level after all, even if he is the seventh disciple of Tsing Yi back then, the peak attainment of the retro sword school, he has the name of the first sword in the world, he broke away at five feet, killed countless cultivators, and finally chose the way of sword intent.

Therefore, Di Qianjun's sword is naturally very difficult to get.

Lin Erliang didn't have the idea of nonsense, he raised his hand calmly, and the wind was like a knife, falling towards Di Qianjun.

The southern dispatch envoy of the Heavenly Hell commands all the Heavenly Hell Divisions around Fengqi Ridge.

Such a person can naturally be killed, and must be killed.

It's just that just when that Dao technique was about to fall on Di Qianjun, a sword suddenly came from the world.

Many years ago, when a sword suddenly came, it always landed on the sword grinding cliff.

They looked at the world and felt that it was unreasonable, so they came with a sword to reason with the world.

Later, the sword was sharpened, and he was arrogant and arrogant.

The world forgets such things.

So there was a new sword in the world.

From a certain Sword Sect garden.

A sword broke through the Dao technique and hovered in the Heavenly Prison.

Goji sword.

For the people on the twelfth floor, the Heavenly Hell Southern Dispatch Envoy must be killed.

But not for the human world.

Although for Nanyi City, such a person is always subordinate to the Human Sword Sect, over time, in the Heavenly Hell Quartet Dispatch Envoy, it has become no longer important.

But after all, such a person will affect the human situation in the north and south of the entire Fengqi Mountains.

So naturally he can't die.

When Lin Erliang saw this sword, he understood that the Sword Sect, which was immersed in the sound of shuffling all day long, was always watching everything.

The general situation in the human world is stable, and for the Human Sword Sect, it is naturally better than the idea of a person on the twelfth floor who has been hiding in the Heavenly Prison for many years.

So who Lin Erliang wants to kill, Chen Huaifeng doesn't care.

But Di Qianjun can't.

So a sword came.

Lin Erliang looked at the sword, hesitated for a long time, looked at Di Qianjun, who was gradually unconscious, and turned around and walked out of this prison.

The movement of the underground prison naturally alarmed many heavenly prison officials.

Lin Erliang calmly killed one by one without leaving behind.

Until the courtyard is full of pear blossoms like blood.

Lin Erliang sat down in the inner courtyard of the Heavenly Prison.

Di Qianjun can't be killed anymore, and there is one more person who must be killed.

Five Knife Sect Simon.

The self-examination of the heavenly prison naturally includes those who are not in the courtyard.

I think he's on his way back.

Although Ximen was born in a small sect, he was a sword cultivator on the same level as Cheng Lu, the four-breaking sword.

Lin Erliang naturally couldn't be his opponent.

But it was a battle on both sides.

Ximen naturally didn't know that Lin Er and the two were waiting in the courtyard to kill him, so he already had a few more chances of winning.

What's more, Lin Erliang still has a lock god nail in his hand.

Naturally, there is more confidence.

Simon is immortal.

Even if Lin Erliang escaped, he would be hunted down.

He was not a man on the twelfth floor who was hiding, but he was already standing under the sun.

It will take a long time to re-disappear into the world.

So Lin Erliang waited quietly in the courtyard.

But when the blood-stained door opened, it was not the West Gate that appeared outside the door.

It's a lame boy with a black umbrella, a sword in his hand and a sword on his back.

When Lin Erliang saw the young man, he knew who he was.

South Island.

If Di Qianjun wants to investigate a person, he naturally needs to go through the hands of the Supervision Yuan.

As the president of the Supervision Yuan, Lin Erliang naturally knows a lot of things.

This boy from Nanke Town is the next target of Heavenly Hell's next investigation.

This was Lin Erliang's original plan.

It's just a pity that something went wrong.

Those mistakes are precisely because of themselves.

Who would have thought that he would be a person who wants to become an immortal and step on the gate of heaven?

Lin Erliang looked at the young man with a sword at the door who had an unkind intention, and suddenly felt extremely interesting.

Who knows that someone around them is not from the twelfth floor?

Maybe even myself.

Just forgot.

"It turns out that you are really from the twelfth floor."

Lin Erliang looked at Nandao indifferently and said.

Nandao stood at the door with an umbrella, looking vigilantly at the man who was sitting in the courtyard with a bloody body, wearing a black robe with the golden pattern of the Heavenly Hell.

There were corpses in the courtyard, and pear blossoms were scattered all over the ground with blood.

The sentence that connected Di Qianjun was in prison and was self-examining.

Nandao quickly figured out what was going on in this gloomy yard.

It turns out that there really are people on the twelfth floor in the heavenly hell.

Seeing each other at the same door, whether it is Lin Erliang or Nandao, there is no sense of surprise or pity.

The twelfth floor is the only place in the world where there is no pedigree and no deeds to circulate.

Everyone forgets themselves and doesn't know each other.

and they do not know each other.

It's like walking in the night.

The one who raised the fire first.

Naturally, there is no qualification to live.

Nanjima looked at the man who looked at himself in the night with blood and said calmly It turns out that you are really from the twelfth floor, and suddenly remembered the choice outside the alley.

Yes.

I chose the wrong one.

But there is no remorse.

Nandao clenched his sword, the sword intent surrounded him, stood under the umbrella and looked at Lin Erliang, and said calmly: "Each other." ”

Lin Erliang stood up and said softly: "The word "each other" lies in equality and co-flow. But you and I are not equal, nor do we share the same flow, and the people on the twelfth floor will never flow together, so what you said is not right. ”

The wind in the courtyard rose, and this man who had practiced in a small Taoist temple was very decisive in his killing intent.

Nandao raised his hand and pulled out the peach blossom sword, and placed it in front of him, and the sword intent flowed, although under the Dao rhyme of the small path realm, these sword intents appeared extremely weak.

"Although you didn't say it, I can tell from your demeanor that you shouldn't be waiting for me." Nan Dao held his sword and looked at Lin Erliang, and said slowly, "You are waiting very seriously, when I just met you, you were pinching the Dao trick in your hand. So I guess that guy should be better than you, and you'll have to get the first shot. ”

"So what?"

Lin Erliang asked lightly.

"I have two swords, an umbrella, and I learned swords with Qiu Xi'er." Nan Dao looked at the Dao Yun that was spreading around Lin Erliang's body, and continued, "If you want to kill me, you need some time, if the person you are waiting for comes at this point in time, you will lose the opportunity, and if you lose the opportunity, you will die here." ”

Lin Erliang looked at Nandao calmly and said, "Very good inference, what you said is naturally right. But the South Island. ”

Lin Er's two bodies, Zhou Daowen, came with the intention of killing to suppress Nandao.

"The people on the twelfth floor have no way out, and they have no choice."

Nandao sighed, and the vitality in the Divine Sea surged, and the ancient Dao scroll suspended in the dome of the Divine Sea suddenly opened.

Raising his hand to release the Peach Blossom Sword and letting it levitate around him, Nandao looked up at Lin Erliang and whispered four words.

"Birth to death."

Lin Erliang's brows furrowed.

It's just four words.

But Lin Erliang was born in the Taoist Sect, so he naturally understood where these four words came from.

Chapter 50 of the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox.

Birth to death. Three out of ten people in the living, three out of ten people in the dead. The vivid death of man is also three times out of ten. Husband? With its thickness of life. Gai Wen is good at taking the living, the road does not meet the tiger, the army is not armored, the horns are not cast, the tiger is at a loss, and the soldiers have nothing to tolerate their blades. Husband? With its deathlessness.

Then Lin Erliang's expression changed, but he saw that Nandao's body was surrounded by mysterious rhymes, and in the courtyard full of Taoist style and golden texts, he stepped out one step, but he skillfully avoided an attack from a Taoist text.

Do not go to death.

In one's element.

Like all things avoid.

Nandao's face was pale, and the peach blossom sword around him was spinning, and he walked through Lin Erliang's Taoist text step by step.

Even if Peach Blossom can turn the book.

However, the current cultivation of the South Island is only entering and exiting the realm after all.

Just the simple words of birth and death have already made that sea of gods begin to show signs of drying up.

However, even so, the picture of a pale young man holding a black umbrella and walking silently with a sword intent is still extremely amazing.

Lin Erliang raised his hand to pinch the trick, the whole heavenly hell was windy, and all tangible things fell towards the two of them, the eaves were like knives, and the pear leaves were like arrows.

The corners of Nandao's mouth were dripping with blood, and the parrot island behind him was finally unsheathed.

With a bang, it turned into a streamer through the sermon and shot towards Lin Erliang.

Lin Er's body was sealed in front of him, turning into the appearance of yin and yang, and intercepting the parrot continent that came quickly.

Nandao held the sword in the sermon, coughed, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, he raised his hand to hold the peach blossom sword, and was about to stab it out, but suddenly stopped.

Lin Erliang also stopped.

The two of them looked in a certain direction of Nanyi City together.

Someone with a knife is coming towards Hell.