The candlelight illuminated the dim room. When the candlelight was extinguished, the person in the room took off his upper clothes and turned into a red sword weapon. Then he held the sword in his right hand and stabbed the sword into his heart.

The flesh and blood were cut out by it and placed on the table in front of him, but a shocking scene suddenly appeared in front of him.

Even if such a thing is done, no blood is sprinkled, and the flesh that has been cut off has become a hexagonal crystal of the long finger of the column, with different colors after being placed on the table.

"Huh~"

Lin Chongyang exhaled a breath of turbid air, and used the power of the Divine Emperor to restore the wound to the blood cloud, then put away the Divine Emperor and put on one piece of clothing.

"A kind-hearted man will not seek survival to harm benevolence, but will kill him to achieve benevolence."

I took a square wooden box, placed a column crystalline strip on the bottom of the box, placed the wooden box aside, spread a piece of white paper on the table, dipped the pen ink, and then put the pen into a book.

"Lin Chongyang, Lin Chongyang, the decision has been made long ago, so why bother retreating at the critical moment?"

As the disaster in Baqi became more and more serious, the first nine levels of Huntian Baojian were cultivated to perfection by chance, which made Lin Chongyang sigh.

God willing

At that moment, his connection with heaven and earth surpassed the past, thus understanding a lot.

Although this place is too big, the institutional reform of the ancient Taoist virtues and virtues has played a role in the end and influenced the people of the world. The Confucian school was prosperous for a while, which was its own efforts and the favor of God.

The chaotic situation of suffering and even the world wants to change. This endless disaster is not a good thing for the world and the people.

His destiny also began to appear at that moment.

Before that, in the Battle of Dragon Slaying, the nine-level perfect Huntian Baoji can guarantee that he will not die. In terms of his life, he now even surpasses some experts in the Taiyi Realm.

Of course, it is limited to not dying. No matter which method of lifting the coffin, the time-consuming and labor-intensive method is a major premise. The difficulty of corpse-scammers with a little ashes and half of the corpse will inevitably be different.

But the destiny of heaven is expected to come true, and he needs to die, or for the sake of the future, he must die. This is a necessary process and a necessary means.

The choices from his heart are in harmony with the work indicators. Even though he no longer cares about his life and death, his scalp is still a little numb.

Since he has made a choice and is ready to follow this path firmly, he should not hesitate, nor will hesitate.

So, he needs to make some preparations in advance and leave something behind.

"Tianjing, martial arts, thoughts, and these are all left to You'er. As for the subsequent plans, You'er also needs to take over for a while."

Writing hard, writing a piece of white paper, evaporating the ink marks, folding them together and putting them in a box, sealing them with magic. These things will appear in Yu'er's hands at the right time.

He has already stated everything, and the specific use depends on the other party's choice.

…………………

On Shiliu Island, evil energy spread. After everyone arrived, they felt that the internal breath began to stagnate and the return speed was much slower.

As of now, this Shiliu Island is abandoned. Not to mention people and vegetation, even the earth's energy is polluted by evil energy.

At the beginning of all evil, we are very restrained against these natural things in the world. After all, the purer it is, the easier it is to be polluted.

After this battle, if it is not purified and processed, the place of Shiliu Island is a place that is not suitable for life and survival.

"roar!"

The sound of layers of dragon roars sounded, and in an instant, eight winds reversed together, and several tornadoes formed one after another, sweeping countless evil spirits.

The eight evil dragons appeared in shape, stretched their wings and scattered over Shiliu Island. The huge dragon body exuded an uncontrollable momentum, as if it was the destiny of the end of the world.

"Humanity, welcome the end of the world!"

The Eight Eight Eight Heads made a thundering sound, layer by layer. As the words fell, the evil energy condensed into unparalleled energy and overwhelmed everyone.

But the Nine Heavens Xuanzun Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword was taken, and the sword was cut down. The Heavenly Saint Wind came out in response to the time, breaking through the layers of Qi and power and heading towards the evil dragon.

The first move to test the fight is that we know that we can do each other, and neither side dares to be careless.

The evil power of the Eight-Tian evil god swallows and spits, transforms the attacking energy. At the same time, four peaks rise from the four poles of Shiliu Island to form a formation, accelerating the evil energy between heaven and earth pours into Shiliu Island, making the evil power on the island even more intense.

"Leave that Dongfang to me."

"Then I'll go to the south."

"Leave the West to me."

"I'll go to the north."

After the words came, Lin Chongyang, Amitabhazi, and the sword was missing, and the desert lone eagle went to the four poles of Shiliu Island.

Jiutian Xuanzun and Fang Yuheng, controlled the destiny of heaven, ordered the Master and Zhiyuanqi to go straight to the center of Shiliu Island.

Just as Lin Chongyang stepped onto the East Peak, bursts of bursts of laughter sounded, urging the soul to thrill

"There is a chilling cicada, and it will never be restored."

The sound of the wind bells, the chilling cicadas shook their wings, like poems, like illusions and dreams, I saw an unparalleled figure falling from the sky, with its long ears and evil eyes, looking down on the world, unparalleled

"The snow of the stars and snows are bleak, and the Milky Way is hanging, and the beautiful night is lingering in the Chu Word; the bleak and sad sounds of autumn wind rise, and the memories of the cicadas are not chirping."

At the same time, the evil spirit around him became stronger, making Lin Chongyang feel more uncomfortable.

He has always had an instinctive disgust for this negative force, and even though he has adapted over the years, he still has not adapted very much.

"You can be immune to evil spirits."

Although the eight tribes are not even between, the cultivation of the people in front of them is surprising for a moment, and what follows is the rising fighting spirit.

"Is this something worth boasting about?"

Things like evil destiny are stronger than those of strong people, but in Lin Chongyang's view, as long as the Evil God of Bati personally takes action, there is no big problem.

"Ashu King, I'm collecting thousands of kalpas."

A long and light green sword appeared, with a sharp edge. There was a chilling cicada at the hilt of the sword, as if sighing that the fate of life was short.

"Teng Guang Lingyao? Lin Chongyang."

The sun fire burns the sky, the rosy clouds shake, and the god emperor suddenly appears in the fire feathers in the sky, Lin Chongyang takes the sword and communicates his names.

"The brave are successful in a hundred battles, and the wise are determined to win, so why can those who are both wise and brave will never be repaid?"

"The country that has been destroyed cannot survive, and the dead cannot be resurrected. The original intention is confused and the obsession becomes deeper."

On the peak of the North Pole, the celestial phenomena change, the storm is coming, and the killing atmosphere is hidden, and I hear it again

"In the Dharma-Ending Age, evil wings swept the sea of ​​hell in the world; the world is sad, and war spreads the prairie demon dragon disaster."

I saw a man with dry bones and wings on his back, and he surrendered with a arrogant look.

The desert lone eagle never expected that the young master of the ancient pulp's wind descended into the evil path and became the evil god's minion.

After the bloody murder of the ancient pulp Fengren, Chen Yuan, the first warrior, took the blood letter to the Fengye Hell, who are also four people, for help. After receiving the letter, the lonely eagle in the desert turned into a dead Chen Yuan, and after finding Gasar, he told the story roughly. Who knew that the thief came, causing the two to scatter and no longer had any news about each other.
Chapter completed!