The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

When Yin Biyue walked out of the Changyuan Hall, the sky was already bright.The lead-gray sky reunited with snow and clouds, looked far away, the wind was blowing, and the snow capped the sky uninhabited.

Three days ago, he killed Tongtian Xuefeng from here, all the way with blood, and the corpses were everywhere.Nowadays, because of the turbulence of the spiritual veins and the burial of mountains and avalanches, it seems that nothing has happened.

Only the bloody smell remained in the cold wind, floating in the nose, awakening his memories.Not only the picture, but even the feeling at that time.

Lonely and fearless.

Cheng Xiaobaili was behind him, the sound passed through the wind, calm and powerful,

"You are here, do not deliberately vomit aura, just sit and look at yourself. Let me communicate the power of heaven and earth. Although it is daytime, the stars are still there, and your constellation is also here."

"I can only build a bridge for you. As for whether you can reach the other side, you have to rely on yourself. Once this is done, the law of this world will be aware of my existence, and I will immediately break the barrier of space and leave without saying goodbye. If it is If you don’t succeed, you’re in danger of going back to bite. If it’s damaged, the memory will be disordered, or if it’s exploded, the soul will fly away. If you’re ready, start.”

Yin Biyue listened attentively, knowing that Mr. Cheng did not say, but if it fails, the helper will definitely be affected.

He meditated on the spot, but did not immediately start to settle.Instead, he placed Lin Yuanjian horizontally on his lap, and thought for a while, and took out four volumes of yellowed thin books from his arms-the True Immortal Note, also known as Ling Xiao Jian Ju, and gently held it in his hand.

After finishing these things, Yin Biyue began to close her eyes.

Although he didn't know why he did it.

Zhenyuan walked in his body for a week, and returned to Youfu from various meridians and spirits, like the Baichuan returning to the sea.In fact, his current physical condition is not at its peak.Luo Mingchuan is right. He needs rest after a serious injury.

And he has no time to recover slowly, he can only be more cautious, so that his mental state can reach its peak.Yin Bi sank deeper and saw the sea in the palace.There was no fog, and at a glance, the sea was tumbling like wind and thunder.Zhenyuan circulates continuously, and the gradual ups and downs of the tide coincide with his breathing pattern, and he becomes calm as he wishes.

Cheng Xiaobaiguan's breath around him became more and more steady. He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. His eyes burst upon the snow cloud, and scattered in scattered lines.Beyond countless light years, the glory of the ice-blue stars fell in his eyes, as bright as fire.He gently lifted his left hand and pressed it against Yin Bi's shoulder, wide sleeves without wind, and his feet melted silently.

The wooden sword broke through the wind and returned to his right hand, breaking through the space barrier, and disappeared out of thin air before the rules were detected.

Yin Biyue, who took a self-conscious view, suddenly realized that some kind of mysterious power fell from the distant sky, penetrated his bone meridian, and disappeared into the palace.The sense of familiarity returned suddenly, and it was difficult to say. Fang knew that the surge of heart was not a lie.

After taking a closer look at oneself, the consciousness flickers, and sees the sky and the snowy field, which is not like what you have seen in the past.

He was still meditating, but he seemed to stand up with Lin Yuan Sword.See yourself inside, see the world outside.

This state of separation is delicate and dangerous.

Yin Biyue, who was standing, looked empty, and the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders flew unbelievably slowly back to the sky.

A snowflake flew back to the sky, and thousands of snowflakes flew back to the sky.

The dissipated dark clouds gathered again, the four wild winds and clouds changed rapidly, the morning and the dim alternated, and the battle shifted to the stars.

As if the rewind button was pressed, everything around me began to pass away.Only he stood on the spot.

Gradually, he was no longer in place.In the seaside town, he used the "Xinghe Shen", listened to the instructions of his husband in the academy, and at the foot of the compassionate and indifferent Buddha statue in Xingshan Temple.

The picture changes faster and faster, almost impossible to catch.

On the roof of Yecheng, there was a strong wind and a silver moon reflected in the wine bowl.

He opened his eyes in the dark and cold dungeon and heard footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. Someone called him, "Senior Yin."

The eager look of the salesman flashed away, "The villain is fierce and aura is awkward, and he will cry with a look under the age of eight. Do you want one?"

Then came his almost endless villain career.At first it was mostly painful, but later he got used to it, and he no longer has deep friendships with those of the world, so he likes to talk more and more like an outsider, watching with cold eyes.

The memory is long, it should be vague, and now it is vividly remembered, Yin Biyue realized that he never forgot.

When the memories came to an end, the tide-like darkness covered it.

Like the chaos before heaven and earth first opened, his consciousness was a little faint.

Is it right here?This is my life?

He asked himself.

Answering again, it should not be, nor will it be.

Come to this world to practice, see the world, see all beings, and finally don't see yourself.

Not reconciled.

Things that can't be broken will naturally be broken.With a move of heart, the sword in his hand came out of the sheath.

A sharp electric light tears the sky, and when the sword falls, the sharp tingling seems to split him.Yin Biyue intuitively felt that he was facing the great danger of the annihilation of the soul, and also felt that he was closest to the truth at the moment, and he would never give up like this.

The pain distorted the vision of the eyes. He saw a man, coming from the light cut by the sword light, holding the sword in his hand.

He couldn't see the face of the man clearly, but he knew the sword very well.

Linyuan sword.

Different people, the same sword.

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On the same snowfield, Luo Mingchuan under the meteorite abyss also saw a person.

It's no stranger to count for the third time.

The first time was in the Buddha Hall of Observation, and the second time was when Lin Yuanjian's sword was pierced by his sword, his vitality passed by quickly, and he was extremely weak.

The remnant soul who came to the sea from the sword took control of his body and devoured all the monsters of Meteor Abyss.But he was faint, and before returning to the million, he saw many fragmented pictures.

Whether it is the clues of his past experiences or the intuition in the dark, he is not shocked.

The third time is now.

The man was wearing a complicated black robe, with golden runes embroidered on the hem and cuffs, like a gorgeous algae decoration.As he walked around, the clothes swing like a tide.

Meteor Abyss's breath is full of magical energy, which is enough to support the image of his soul.Mo Changyuan's soul, which was originally incomplete, has gone through a million years. It is not so much that he is a deity, but that he is a trace of residual consciousness.

Not only the face, but also the voice is similar to Luo Mingchuan, but the tone is loose, like it is full of maliciousness,

"I am you, and can bring you more strength than the previous one hundred times, you don't want to either?" Seeing Luo Mingchuan did not answer, he smiled gently,

"The formation of the Changyuan Temple was touched. You haven't gone up with me yet to see your good brother? Do you think you should stay with him just now?"

Luo Mingchuan said in a deep voice, "I can’t do things that I can’t do in ten years. I can do them in a hundred years. I can’t do them in a hundred years. I’ll do it all my life. Between me and my brother, don’t bother you."

He was controlled by the remnant soul until he was brought back to Changyuan Hall by the comatose Yin Biyue.Then there is the endless fear.

Since he practiced, he has fought across the border and suffered serious injuries. He has never been afraid of half of his life.

But he was afraid that he would hurt his brother.

The soul was unpredictable, and he failed to try to kill him.With a little slack, it is difficult to control the difference between thoughts. Luo Mingchuan intends to seal himself in the abyss and endure with it.

He healed Yin Biyue, and the flying blue-winged luan spread the letter. It was a good time to invite someone to pick up his brother.Explaining the size of Cangya Mountain, he only said that he had sought a retreat and the return date was uncertain.Everything is organized in an orderly and calm manner.

"We are a married couple, legal husband! You should die together even if you are going to die! You dare to leave me a try!"

I couldn't help it until I heard this sentence, and kissed Yin Biyue hard.

After thinking about it, I felt a little guilty and seemed to hurt my brother.

Compared with their experience along the way, this farewell is too short and too hasty.

There was only time to drop a kiss.

The man saw him contemplatively and sneered, "What is his life, he has come back here for a few lifetimes, do you think you are here to find you? It's just a kind of practice experience, just to prove the avenue. It's a long way , Just passing by you."

Long journeys have gone through hardships and dangers.You are only one of them, passing by the world.

Fragmented fragments of memory flashed through my mind, how could Luo Mingchuan not understand the meaning.

What about it?Is it because of this that people have to be hidden, broken wings, tied up with shackles, and destroyed the hard work of the younger brother for life, only for selfish desires?

Luo Mingchuan did not deny his possessive desire for his younger brother, but he could never do such a thing.

He started to exercise, and the dark abyss arose from the sky, blowing his ink hair and robe,

The voice remained calm, "I will follow him wherever he is going this time. He begs from the three thousand world, and I beg him from the three thousand world."