MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 105
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As Yin Yue walked out of the Changyuan Temple, the sky was already bright. The lead-grey sky snow clouds reunite, looking up, the wind slammed the face, and the snow fell on the unmanned smoke.
Three days ago, he killed the Tongtian Xuefeng from here, all the way to the blood, and the corpses were everywhere. Nowadays, because of the turbulence of the spirits, the mountain is avalanche and buried as much as it has never happened.
Only the cold wind has a **** smell of silk, floating in the nose, awakening his memories. It's not just the picture, it even remembers the feeling at that time.
A lonely, fearless.
Cheng Xiaobai stood behind him, his voice passing through the wind, calm and powerful.
"You are here, you don't have to deliberately vent your aura. It's good to sit on your own. It's up to me to communicate the power of the heavens and the earth. Now, although it is daytime, the stars are still there, and your stars are there."
"I can only set up a bridge for you. As for whether you can reach the other side, you still have to rely on yourself. Once this happens, the law of the world will detect my existence, and I will immediately break the space barrier and leave without saying goodbye. If you don't, you have the danger of resurgence. If you are a god, you will be wounded, your memory will be inconspicuous, and if you are serious, you will die and your soul will fly. If you are ready, let's start."
Yin Yin listened more carefully, and I knew that although Mr. Cheng did not say it, if he did not, the helper would certainly be affected.
He meditated on the spot, but did not immediately start to settle. Instead, the Linyuan sword was placed on the lap, and I thought about it. I took out four volumes of yellowed thin book from my arms—the real fairy notes, which are Ling Xiaojian’s swords, and gently held them in my hands.
After doing all these things, Yin Yu began to close his eyes.
Although he does not know why he is doing this.
Zhen Yuan walked in the body for a week, and returned to the Shufu from the various paths of the Meridian, such as Baichuan to the sea. In fact, his current physical condition is not prosperous. Luo Mingchuan said right, after a serious injury, you need to rest.
And he didn't have time to recover slowly, he could only be more cautious and bring his mental state to its peak. Yin Yin sank into the heart and saw the sea in the palace. There is no fog, and at first glance, there is no limit, and the sea water is like a wind and thunder. The real yuan continued to flow, and gradually the tides of the tides coincided with his breathing patterns, and with his heart, he became calm.
Cheng Xiaobai's view of his body became more and more calm, and he looked up at the sky. His eyes fell on the snow and burst into flames. Outside the uncountable light years, the brilliance of the ice blue stars falls in his eyes, and the fire is bright. He gently lifted his left hand, and pressed it on Yin Yue's shoulder. The wide sleeve was windless and automatic, and the snow and ice under his feet disappeared silently.
The wooden sword broke into the wind and returned to his right hand, breaking through the space barriers and disappearing in the air before the rules were detected.
Sitting on the self-respecting Yin Yi, I suddenly felt that some kind of mysterious power fell from the sky that could not be reached, penetrated his bones and meridians, and fell into the house. The familiarity of the heart is coming back, it is hard to say, and it is not a false statement.
After scrutinizing myself, the gods are erratic, and seeing the sky and the snowfield, it is not like the eyes of the past.
His body is still meditating, but he seems to stand up with Lin Yuanjian. See yourself inside, see the world.
This state of separation is subtle and dangerous.
The Yin Yue, standing on his face, was empty and empty, and the snow falling on his shoulders fluttered incredibly and returned to the sky.
A snowflake flies back to the sky, and thousands of snowflakes fly back to the sky.
The dissipated clouds re-gathered, and the four wild winds changed rapidly, and the morning and the dusk alternated.
Just as the rewind button was pressed, everything around it began to pass. Only he stood in the same place.
Gradually, he is not in the same place. In the seaside town, he made the 'Xinghe Shen', and he listened to Mr. Yu in the school, at the foot of the mournful and indifferent Buddha statue in Xingshan Temple.
The picture changes more and more quickly and can hardly be captured.
On the roof of Yecheng, the wind was blowing, and the silver moon was reflected in the wine bowl.
In the dark and damp dungeon, he opened his eyes and heard the footsteps echoing in the silent martyrdom. Someone called him, "Yin Shidi."
The eager look of the salesman flashed away. "The villain is evil and aura, and one of the eyes under eight is scared. Do you want to come one?"
Then there was his almost endless villain career. At first, he was suffering a lot. Later, he got used to it, and he no longer had deep friendship with those in the world. He became more and more fond of his own spit. As an outsider, he stood by.
The memory is long and should be vague. Nowadays, it’s vivid, and Yin Yue knows that he has never forgotten.
When the memories came to an end, the tides of the tides covered them.
Like the chaos before the opening of the heavens and earth, his consciousness has been somewhat faint.
Is it here? This is my life?
He asked himself.
Also self-answer, should not be, nor will it be.
Come to this world to practice, see the heavens and the earth, see all beings, and never see yourself.
Not reconciled.
Things that cannot be broken are naturally broken. The mind was moved, and the sword in his hand was squirted out.
A bright electric light tears the sky, and when the sword falls, the violent sting is like pulling him away. Yin Yin is more intuitively aware that he is facing the great danger of the annihilation of the soul. He also feels that he is closest to the truth at this moment and will never give up.
The pain distorted the foreground of the eye. He saw a man coming from the bright light of the sword light and holding a sword in his hand.
He couldn't see the face of the man, but he was familiar with the sword.
Linyuan sword.
Different people, the same sword.
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Snowfields on the same piece of meteorite deep under Luoming Chuan also saw a man.
It’s no strangers to meet for the third time.
The first time was in the view of the Buddhist temple, the second time was the heart of the sword by the Linyuan sword, the vitality of the flight, extremely weak.
Came to know the sea by the sword in the residual soul, he gained control over his body, swallowed deep meteorite all Monster. And he was faint, and before returning to a million, he saw many broken pictures.
Whether it is the clues of past experiences or the intuition in the dark, he is not shocked.
The third time is now.
The man wore a complex black robes, embroidered with gold-patterned runes on his hem and cuffs, like a gorgeous algae. As he walked, the clothes swelled like a tide.
The starry spirit of the star is full of magic, enough to support his image of the soul. Originally it was not a complete Mo Changyuan soul, and it has been going through a million years. It is better to say that he is a residual consciousness.
Not only the face, the voice is similar to Luo Mingchuan, but the tone is sloppy, like full of malicious,
"I am you, can bring you more strength, more than a hundred times before, do you want to either?" Seeing Luo Mingchuan did not answer, he smiled softly,
"The formation of the Changyuan Temple was touched. You still don't go up with me to see your good younger brother? Do you think that you can stay with him alone?"
Luo Mingchuan said, "I can't do things in ten years. I have done it for a hundred years. I can't do it in a hundred years. I will do it all my life. I don't have to bother with my brother."
He was controlled by the remnant, until the other party stunned Yin Yin back to the Changyuan Temple, only to be awake. Then there is endless fear.
Since the practice, he has crossed the border and has been seriously injured. He has never been afraid of half a minute after several deaths.
But he is afraid that he will hurt his younger brother.
The soul is too strong and unpredictable, and he tried to kill the other party and failed. A little lax, the difference between a thought is difficult to control, Luo Mingchuan intends to seal himself in the abyss, and not endless.
He was healed for Yin Yin, and the letter was sent by the flying Qingyi, and it was time to ask the person to pick up the teacher. To explain the size of the Yashan Mountain, I only said that I had found a retreat and the return period was uncertain. All things are arranged in an orderly manner, and the mind is as calm as water.
"We are acquaintances, legal husbands! Even if you want to die, you should die together! You dare to leave me to try!"
I couldn’t help myself until I heard this sentence, and kissed Yin Yin more and more.
After that, I still feel a little embarrassed, and it seems to hurt my younger brother.
Compared with their experiences along the way, this farewell is too short and too hasty.
Only have time to drop a kiss.
The man saw him meditating and smirked. "What is it for a lifetime? He has been here for a few generations. I thought it was coming to you? It’s just a practice, in order to gain the avenue. Long way It just happened to pass you."
Long road, has gone through the difficult roads. Passing through the world and being alive, you are just one of them.
Fragmented memory fragments flashed in my mind, how can Luo Mingchuan not understand the meaning.
What is it? Is it because of this that it is necessary to hide people, break the wings, bind the shackles, and ruin the life of the younger brothers, only for their own desires?
Luo Mingchuan does not deny his possessive desire to the younger brother, but he can never do such a thing.
He began to exercise, and the darkness of the abyss was blowing in the air, blowing his ink and his robes.
The voice is still calm. "This time he is going where I will follow him. He seeks from the Three Thousand Worlds, and I ask him from the Three Thousand Worlds."
