Long Qing looked at the increasingly clear blood line on Liu Yiqing's neck, and said, "People like you and me should be alive and look at this big era." ”

In a new era, the curtain has been lifted, you are the one who opened the curtain, I will be the one who performs, we should take a look at the scenery behind the scenes, so that we can live up to the experience we have come to this world.

Long Qing's words were a very high evaluation of Liu Yiqing, but Liu Yiqing just smiled hard and didn't say anything about it, and then he looked at Yokoki Liren and said: "This scene has just begun, but my part is over, even if you are unwilling, you must learn to accept it." ”

Hengmu Liren's body shook slightly, and he suddenly raised his head, stared at him and said, "This scene is not over yet, how can Haotian's will allow mortals to change?"

His voice trembled slightly, his eyes were very complicated, there were unwillingness and tyranny, like the boy who went up the mountain to chop wood, saw the cicadas on the dead tree, there was sympathy, but more self-pity and anger.

As soon as the words fell, a holy Haotian divine light erupted from his palm and landed on Liu Yiqing's chest, his face was emaciated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, Liu Yiqing's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The faces of the people around changed suddenly, especially those priests from the Xiling Temple, who were even more shocked and speechless when they sensed the breath of life contained in this Haotian Divine Radiance.

Long Qing's face became contemplative, and he said, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Yokoki Liren ignored him, staring at Liu Yiqing's face, forcing out the Haotian Shenhui in his body constantly, and his cheeks became thinner and thinner. But his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

This is the real Xiling Divine Technique.

In the current cultivation world, there is no one who is higher than the divine art realm of Hengmu Liren, even Ye Hongyu is inferior to him, because he directly inherited Haotian's will and brilliance.

Xiling magic can kill. can also save people, the divine light in his body, with the breath of Haotian, can heal the immortal in the world. Liu Yiqing will die, but he will not die after all.

Yokoki Liren did not allow Liu Yiqing to die like this, for this, he had to pay a great price, he had to lose a lot of Haotian Shenhui, the withering of the visible face was one thing, and the invisible passage of life was the part that really mattered, and he would be seriously injured immediately.

After being blinded by Ning Que back then, Liu Yiqing's eyes no longer felt anything. But at this time. He suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes. Some itched, and even faintly saw a faint white light.

Is that the color of the white cloth or the radiance of holiness?

Liu Yiqing was still calm, and the love on his face even seemed a little indifferent. He knew very well that Yokoki Tatsuto had paid such a big price to keep himself alive. I will definitely not let myself live very comfortably.

"It doesn't make sense. He said.

A strong man who knows his fate doesn't want to live, so no one can make him immortal.

Yokogi Tatsuto's face twitched slightly, looking terrifying, and in the holy radiance, he looked like a badly injured devil, and his voice was like crying, which was very ugly.

"You ant-like mortals...... I don't know what kind of realm I have now! I want you to live, you have to live, you can't die if you want to!"

"What about living?

"Maybe in the end, you won't fight me, and refuse to use defeat to prove that Haotian's will is irresistible, but I will let you suffer endless pain to tell the whole world what kind of fate will happen if you betray Haotian. ”

"If I let you live, you must live, because I represent the will of Haotian!"

"I want you to live, I don't want you to see any hellish era, I want you to live in humiliation, I want you to suffer the pain of a thousand knives every day, I want you to watch the Southern Jin Dynasty fall apart, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion keep dying, I want you to watch your homeland turn into scorched earth, and the old people become dead! I want you to live, I want you to regret living!"

Yokoki Liren watched the wound on Liu Yiqing's chest gradually shrink, watched the blood line on his neck getting thinner and thinner, and said with a laugh: "Will you regret these things you did tonight at that time, and if you are given another chance to do it again, will you still be disrespectful to me like you are now?"

The most talented boy in the Xiling Temple let out the most arrogant laughter, extremely happy, so crazy, the compressed air swept through his trembling vocal cords, and the shrill whistle of a flock of pigeons was very harsh.

People looked at this scene and listened to the laughter, and a chill gradually grew in their hearts, and many Xiling priests felt that their Dao hearts were about to collapse, and even the corners of Zhao Sishou's lips gave birth to a faint layer of frost.

The Imperial City was dead silent at night, only the crazy laughter of Hengmu kept echoing, the willow branches on the moat swayed timidly, and the broken willows that fell into the water settled faster to the bottom of the river, wanting to hide their bodies in the mud deposited for thousands of years, not wanting to hear these laughter again.

Liu Yiqing felt the breath of life return to her body, listening to Hengmu's words and laughter, her expression did not change at all, and she couldn't find fear, just calm.

He looked at Long Qing through the white cloth and said, "This is the hope of the temple?"

Long Qing was silent.

Liu Yiqing asked repeatedly: "A poor child with a shadow of childhood?"

Long Qing still didn't speak, this is the acquiescence.

Liu Yiqing said with emotion: "The temple is really not as good as the generation. ”

Long Qing was still silent, still acquiescing, he agreed with Liu Yiqing's opinion, and after thinking about it, he raised his right hand - a black peach blossom bloomed between his fingers, and the petals hid the breath of silence.

Only this black peach blossom can interrupt the magic performed by Yokogi Liren.

"Don't stop me!"

Yokogi Tatsuto roared, his thin cheeks as white as snow.

He stared at Liu Yiqing's face, and didn't understand why this Southern Jin Dynasty person could be so calm after suffering so much spiritual impact between life and death, and he didn't understand why at this time, he could still clearly perceive pity from the other party, what were these people sympathizing with him?

Long Qing said, "The Dao Sect needs you to spread the light, not go crazy. ”

Yokogi Tachito smiled maniacally and said, "But I feel good at this time, and I finally understand that only really crazy people, like you, can be truly powerful." ”

The black peach blossoms between Longqing's fingers trembled lightly with the night wind.

"Don't stop me. ”

Yokoki Tatsuto said: "Although you are a senior, I don't have any respect for you, and I don't need to have respect, since this is a matter arranged for me by the temple, you don't interfere." ”

Long Qing looked at him, as if looking at a stubborn, innocent and cold child, walking on the mountain road, the dew soaked the shabby green shirt, he held the firewood knife, thinking that he was the sun.

A sigh sounded in the bottom of Long Qing's heart, and in the end, he didn't do anything.

At this moment, a sigh also sounded in the depths of the thick night.

As a result, the mountains and rivers of Linkang City sighed.