174 Reincarion

"What are you doing when you come back?" Yuyang Zhenren stared coldly at the Yaoling and Jiao'e sisters emerging from the ground. If you came back because you were worried about the safety of them, you would be stupid. Coming back now is tantamount to dying together.

"The head... This, how, will..." Chen Jiao looked at the dragon and the bloody body in the dragon's claws. She couldn't believe that the flesh and blood in the giant claws was really the gentle woman in purple just now? With the protection of the leader and the fierce female king fighting together, she was actually captured by the white dragon and injured like this!

Yaoling can't say a word. The swords around her waist trembled with her hands pressing the scabbard. If anger can kill people, the angry flame of the distant spirit at this moment has burned the white dragon from the dragon's horn to the dragon's tail into a piece of ashes!

Yuyang was silent. Five years have passed. Is it still impossible to defeat this dragon today? The demon righteous girl flower is deep. She is like a weak spark. Although she can't cut through the eternal night that has become a tragedy, it leads to hatred and burns the foundation of Kunlun for thousands of years!

But just now, why did she participate in the battle and was seriously injured? Is she hesitant in her heart out of her strong curiosity about the White Dragon, or... Does she have a bigger conspiracy?

"The fog is restrained! You let Yuzhen go and fight with me!"

"Well, isn't the battle just now dignified? If you don't protect the person you cherish, you will lose!" Bai Long sneered, narrowed his eyes lightly, and stared at the broken body in his claws. The bright eyes said, "A few days ago, she tried her best to block a fatal blow for you, which can be said to be her long-cherished wish. Without wishes and obsessions, there is no reason to live in this world. I'll take her on the last ride!"

" Stop it!"

Yuyang's real person jumped high, and the pure hook sword stabbed the dragon's claws without any rules. This is the second time he shouted "Shout" in this battle. The first time, it was when Wumei blocked the attack for him.

Although he once hated her to death, Yu Yang never wanted her to die, let alone watch her die for him. Losing away the ridiculous reasons to win or lose, he just wanted to stand side by side with her on the same battlefield, sweat and blood together. He just can't forget the rain-like posture of red plum blossoms. He just longs for his opponent who can watch the sunset and drink wine after the bloody war. He just doesn't want to move forward alone on the road to power.

Yu Yang's blood clothes flew in the roar of the dragon. At this moment, he only sees the gentle and resolute person in the dragon's claws. Although there is no life, his soul shines on him like a night pearl. A trace of surprise flashed in the white dragon's eyes. It flinched slightly and began to tell whether the powerful attack came from Yu Yang or the dying person in the center of his claws.

The white dragon's claws involuntarily loosened. It looked at the man who was wrapped in the golden light and stabbed with the sword. The light of his man and the pure hook sword condensed into a golden sword, as pervasive as the sunshine, making it completely impossible to dodge!

"Roar--!"

In the roar of the white dragon, the golden light melted the real person, the pure hook sword and the white dragon fog. No one saw whether the sword was pierced or not. Under the bright background, there was only a purple-black shadow, falling down like the burning ashes, like the underworld money floating to hell, and like a butterfly from the heavenly palace. Butterfly. If death is coming, no one will cry for her in the sky that sent her away; if it is a new beginning, the land that inherits her will not bloom without flowers. Countless pairs of eyes with different feelings stared at her, and only that person's eyes came from the place where her dream began.

......

Master said that from the moment we hold the sword, we are doomed to fall down with the sword. After practicing martial arts and magic for more than a hundred years, he is self-respecting that he is moving forward on the road of immortal cultivation. Now that I think about it, what I have learned is just a way to kill people. The so-called beyond self is just killing people faster - from swordsmanship, boundary, to nihilism, in addition to making others die faster, what have I got...

I'm still an idiot who doesn't know anything. Avoiding, hoping, and luckily thinking, maybe it may not be the end. I returned to the master with a mortal heart, thinking that I would die under my brother's sword and under the imprisoned spells of the elders. I didn't expect that I would die for my brother and protect my teacher. I was wrong from the beginning. It is not the human heart that dominates people's fate, but the way of heaven, the cause and effect...

Such an ending. In order to protect the younger brother, he died to protect the master. I don't regret it.

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"Sister Wumei... Sister Wumei! Whoo-hoo..."

Wumei opened her eyes. She couldn't see who was holding her, crying and calling her name. She only saw the full sunshine, which made her eyes warm and almost burst into tears.

"Yao Ling... that... that day..." Wu Mei opened her eyes, and she clearly felt that Yao Ling's hot tears fell on her face one after another, but her body was no longer painful. Open your right hand, and the five fingers are slender and clean, almost transparently white.

Huh...white? She slowly raised her hand and touched her face. She had a thin face, a tall nose, and a pointed chin; she lowered her head and saw that she was wearing the familiar cyan Taoist suit, which was embroidered with light silver patterns. Is this the Taoist uniform of the chief disciple in those years? Do you mean...

She stood up, and her translucent body slowly floated up and left the ground. She looked at Yao Ling holding her body and cried silently. She also saw the expressions of the Jiao'e sisters shocked or sighing. She turned around one after another and couldn't bear to look at them again. She saw Yu Yang staring at her soul. More than a hundred years of emotions flashed on his sword-like face, and the clouds dispersed, and finally, she smiled.

The soul changed back to its original appearance, washed the soul in the blood of the battlefield, and went to reincarnation. Seeing all this, he must be happy and gratified.

The soul floating to the earth is no longer staring at this messy battlefield. Either pain, desolation, or exhilaration have nothing to do with the dead. The living have no time to linger in grief, because the battle is not over yet.

Yao Ling wiped away her tears and raised her head, and the spicy tears made her eyes red like blood. She let go of Wumei's body and said softly, "I... promise... I will get along well with Xiao Fengchuan in the future and stop messing around..."

She stood up slowly, and the elegant fragrance of the rose flowers came from the sky. It was a series of petals of Zhu Mo Shuanghui, hanging like an elegant wind chime in the air, gently surrounding the flowing clouds and snow-snowing swords around the waist of the distant spirit.

"Hahahaha...hahahaha! Do you think that the sacrifice of sin can save the Kunlun faction? Do you think such a sword can send me back to the cold and piercing water? It's so naive!"

The laughter of the white dragon and the thorn of the blizzard spewing from its mouth hit the back of the distant spirit, and the thick ink-red petals all over the sky swirled in the wind like a dance skirt. The distant spirit drew his sword, turned back, blocked, retreated, and turned out of the perfect arc as petals with the two swords. The dark red petals are centered on the distant body, mixed with wind knives and snowflakes radiating in all directions. The flowers and snow die together. The skirt of the person holding the sword is not warm, let alone the coldness of ice and snow.

The attack of the white dragon was so decondated by the distant spirit with a gentle sword. Bai Long looked at it for a moment, and finally closed his mouth spitting out snow thorns. It nodded and said, "It's good to be a false heir. I've always wondered how the phantom fairy could choose a person like you as a descendant. It's really a waste to hang the snow on you. Until today, I finally understand..."

The distant spirit waited for the answer, but on the other hand, he hid his breath very well. Even these snowflakes and petals could not detect her, almost passing through her transparent and light body. She knew that the next wave of white dragon attacks was coming soon...

She is transforming her body into natural things at the fastest speed, if there seems to be nothing, just for the fastest dodge. Just dodge.

"You don't have the qualifications of the heir of Rain Lane. Spiritual power, talent, mind, you have nothing, ordinary, just like what I saw at first glance, ordinary is like coming out of the market of Yangzhou City. There are two reasons for choosing you. First, she never follows the rules of the world. She is arrogant and submissive. As ordinary as you, she has to choose a choice. Even if she is suspected by future generations, even if she risks the sect to collapse, she doesn't care, because..."

"The master said that Rain Lane is not an old school like the six sects, and the head can make it whatever it wants. But as long as two cannot be changed: one is the rule of taking money to eliminate disasters for others, and the other is not to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

The white dragon smiled. It has said such a lot of words, and that's what it wants to hear. Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. When Yao Ling was a child, he killed people for the first time although his master went out on a mission. Is this an indiscriminate killing of innocent people? Since then, even if it has been banned from receiving tasks for ten years and broke the remote spirit of the iron law of the rain alley, how can he be qualified to continue to be a false heir!

"What's the second reason?" Ask from afar.

"The second reason..." Bai Long's eyes stopped on the Liuyun Snow Sword. He stared at the sword, which was not too different from the eyes of the elders and Yuyang Zhenren looking at the sword in Zhanghua Hall. It's not that I sighed why Liuyun's Xuejian was handed over to a waste wood like Yaoling. It's just a simple look at the alien.

The second reason. Liuyun Snow Sword, unlike other magic weapons, contains powerful magic power and assists the user to practice with half the result. Its own spiritual value is very low, and it exerts its strength by stimulating the user's own potential. Therefore, you don't get any power from the phantom fairy. From the beginning to now, you have used your own power. Liuyun urges you to recognize you as the main one, which shows that your potential is still very great, and it has not been fully tapped until now.

Bai Long said, his star-like eyes are like freezing on the sky, and the heavy rain that will thaw at any time makes people tremble. It noticed that the distant spirit's eyes began to be frightened, surprised and empty.

"So, you know how much power you have now."

Yao Ling's body involuntarily leaned forward. Her body suddenly became so light that she couldn't control herself, as if she was pulled by the breath of flowers and the footsteps of snow, and she couldn't help falling forward. Behind her, the rushing blood spewed out of the narrow and deep wound, like a blood-red claw, pushing her into the pool of blood.