Chapter 8 Life

On the red land, Jun Lintian is like an injured lion roaring in a low and angrily, and with the rhythm of fate flowing out of the river of fate, the red pupils in Jun Lintian's eyes gradually faded little by little.

"No..."

As if the beast was making a final resistance, a sound that did not belong to him broke out in Jun Lintian's mouth. After the word 'no' broke out in Jun Lintian's mouth, Jun Lintian's body couldn't help but stagnate. The next moment, a dark tornado rose up, centered on Jun Lintian's body. .

For a moment, ghosts and wolves cried here, as if they had come to the depths of hell. This is a doomsday scene.

Jun Lintian roared lowly, and at the same time, the gradually dissipated red color in his eyes became stronger.

Fee the strangeness of Junlintian at this moment, and the old man Gumu is worried about its use. If it continues like this, Junlintian's real consciousness will be completely extinguished. At that time, Junlintian is a dead body walking in the world without his own consciousness. When he thinks of this possibility, the old man Gumu's mind The figure of the former demon suddenly appeared.

The old man Gumu guessed in his heart that maybe when the consciousness of Jun Lintian was completely wiped out, the demon's figure would take over Jun Lintian's body.

At this moment, Jun Lintian is at a critical juncture, but the old man Gumu can't help. He can only watch Jun Lintian being swallowed up by darkness little by little, and the dark breath surrounding Jun Lintian is getting stronger and stronger, while Jun Lintian's right hand trembles little by little and extends to the void in front of him.

Jun Lintian's consciousness seems to be holding out his hand. However, that magic is so horrible that even with Jun Lintian's unwavering belief, it can't be suppressed.

Today's king Lintian is the king Lintian who is familiar to the ancient wood old man, and sometimes it is the king who is dominated by magic.

Struggled, his trembling hands gradually stretched out to the void in front of him. Jun Lintian's action was extremely difficult and slow, but it was precisely such a slowness that gave people a sense of despair.

stretched out his right hand, and then opened his palm. The void in the palm of Jun Lintian's hand suddenly collapsed and turned into nothingness. There seemed to be a void there. However, in this void, there was a breath of frightening. Even if the revolutionary ancient wood old man felt it, he couldn't help but be completely moved. There is a sense of fear.

The ancient wooden old man's shocked eyes stared at the empty space, and the ancient wooden old man felt a familiar breath.

"This is... the breath of the ancient divine soldier, the underworld cracked the sword!"

The old man Gumu said in shock. At the same time, at this moment, in the nihilistic black hole, a sword hilt came out. The hilt was simple, but it emitted a breath of extinction. With a short sword handle exposed in this void, the void around Jun Lintian's body, under the impact of this horrible sword spirit, straight There was a crack. If it hadn't been for the physical strength of the ninth level of the jihad level, it would have been enough to completely kill Jun Lintian.

The hilt of the sword gradually emerged from the nihilistic black hole, and Jun Lintian's right hand slowly grabbed the hilt of the sword. When Jun Lintian's finger touched the hilt of the sword, this doomsday world changed again, which seemed to be the dark and turbulence of troubled times, any creature It's hard to escape.

This scene is terrible. If it is not in the deadland, it is only such a vision, and the breath of the underworld cracked the heavenly sword, it is a disaster, an unimaginable disaster.

"That sword is much stronger than when it was in the City of Death. Does it mean that the sword has been restoring its former strength over the years?" At this moment, the old man of Gumu, who had no choice but to watch the scene in the void, could only watch the scene in the void. At the same time, the old man Gumu said with lingering fear in the heart of the old man of Gumu, there was unprecedented fear of the sword.

Jun Lintian's hand was held on the sword, and at this moment, Jun Lintian's magic also completely broke out. Even though the void was filled with the rhythm of fate, the blood in Jun Lintian's eyes still did not weaken at all.

Holding on the hilt of the sword, Jun Lintian slowly pulled the dark blade out of the void, and every time the sword body pulled out of the void, the wind between heaven and earth will be even more fragile. At the same time, Jun Lintian's consciousness will become more fragile.

"No, Lintian, your consciousness will not dissipate, never will dissipate!"

The old man Gumu was short of breath, and at the same time, his eyes looking at Junlintian were full of worry. Perhaps this is the time that the old man of Gumu was most worried about Junlintian in so many years. In the past, when Junlintian encountered difficulties, there was also the old man Gumu as the last shield, but now, in the battle of consciousness, Gu The old man can't help at all, so he can only watch.

"Lintian, you still have your family, your wife, your fetters... Have you forgotten your vows, and you have forgotten your promises to your wife?"

"You won't sink, let alone disappear. In the sky, believe in your own consciousness and do what you think..."

"Your persistence, your commitment, your principles... Lintian, these are all the fetters of your life. How can you disappear again now? Can't, tell the teacher that you won't disappear today..." The voice of the ancient wooden old man exploded in Jun Lintian's mind, and with the voice of the ancient wooden old man, Jun Lintian His body trembled suddenly, which was the resistance and magic of Jun Lintian's consciousness.

However, even so, the rock-solid will of the king still can't resist the surging magic.

"Is it really over like this?"

"But...but everything hasn't started yet, it's almost over..."

"Lintian, it's not in vain to live until now with an apprentice like you as a teacher, but..." The old man of Gumu showed despair at this moment. This is an expression that has never appeared in this old man. After so many years of life and death, day and night hand-handed each other, and Jun Lintian was like an elder to himself. In the heart of the old man, he has long been regarded as his descendant and his only descendant, but now, everything will be taken away without leaving anything.

"Is it fate? No, this is not fate, but the other hand is running all this..." The old man Gumu said to himself, and at this time, the last trace of consciousness of Jun Lintian was also on the verge of collapse.

"Rumble..."

The heaven and the earth suddenly trembled, and the river of fate flowing out of the void like the Milky Way. After fate, the body of Jun Lintian was wrapped. The body full of dark breath of Jun Lintian bathed in the river of fate and received the baptism of fate, and the magic in Junlintian's body , is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it is also at this time that a shocking nine heavens and ten earths, resounding through the six-in-eight wilderness, and the sound of dragon singing through the heavens and worlds transmitted from the backbone of the king's Lintian.