Nightfall Chapter 9: A sigh

! Long Qing looked at the increasingly clear blood line between Liu Yiqing’s neck, and said: "A person like me should live and look at this great era."

In the new era, the curtain has already been opened. You are the one who opened the curtain, and I will be the one who played the show. We should take a look at the scenery behind the scenes together, so that we can live up to the experience of this world.

Long Qing’s words are a very high evaluation of Liu Yiqing, but Liu Yiqing just smiled hard and didn’t express any opinion about it. Then he looked at Liren Yokogi and said, “This scene has just begun. But my part is over, even if you are unwilling, you must learn to accept it."

Hengmu Liren's body shook slightly, suddenly raised his head, staring at him and said: "This scene is not over yet, how can Haotian's will allow mortals to change?"

His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were complex, both unwilling and tyrannical, such as the boy who went up the mountain to chop wood and saw the chilly cicadas on the dry tree, sympathetic, but more self-pity and anger.

At the place where the voice fell, a holy Haotian divine radiance spouted from his palm and landed on Liu Yiqing's chest. His face was thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, Liu Yiqing's injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The complexions of the people around me changed suddenly, especially the priests from the Xiling Temple, feeling the aura of life contained in this Haotian Divine Radiance, and they were shocked and speechless.

Long Qing's face became condensed and said, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Hengmu Liren ignored him, staring at Liu Yiqing's face, and constantly forcing the Haotian divine glory out of his body, his cheeks became thinner and thinner, but his eyes brightened.

This is the real Xiling Divine Art.

In the current practice world, no one is higher than Hengmu Liren's divine art realm, even Ye Hongyu is not as good as him, because he directly inherited Haotian's will and brilliance.

Xiling magic arts can kill and save people. The brilliance in his body possesses the aura of Haotian, which can heal all the undead in the world. Liu Yiqing will die, but he is not dead.

Hengmu Liren didn’t allow Liu Yiqing to die like this. For this, he would have to pay a great price, he would consume a lot of Haotian’s divine glory, and the obscurity of the visible face is one aspect, the invisible passing of life This is the really important part, and he will be seriously injured immediately.

After being cut blind by Ning Que that year, Liu Yiqing's eyes no longer felt anymore. But at this time, he suddenly felt that his eyes were a little hot, some itchy, and even vaguely saw a vague white light.

Is that the color of white cloth or the brilliance of holy?

Liu Yiqing is still calm, and the emotion on his face even seems a little cold. He knows very well that Liren Hengmu will not let himself live comfortably if he pays such a high price to keep himself alive.

"It doesn't make sense," he said.

A strong man who knows his fate does not want to live, so no one can make him immortal.

Hengmu Liren's face twitched slightly and looked terrifying. In the holy spirit, he looked like a badly wounded devil. His voice was like crying, very unpleasant.

"You ant-like mortals... don't even know what realm I have now! I think if you live, you must live. You can't die if you want!"

"What about being alive? Will it make you better?"

"Perhaps in the end, you refuse to fight with me, and refuse to prove that Haotian's will is irresistible with failure. But I will let you suffer endless pain to tell the whole world what it will be like to betray Haotian End.

"If I let you live, you must live, because I represent Haotian's will!"

"I want you to live. I don’t want you to watch the **** era. I want you to live in humiliation. I want you to endure the pain of thousands of swords every day. I want you to watch the Southern Jin Dynasty fall apart, Jiange The disciple keeps dying·I want you to watch your homeland become scorched earth, and the old man becomes dead! I want you to live, just to regret living!"

Hengmu Liren watched Liu Yiqing's chest wound shrinking gradually, watching the blood line on his neck getting thinner and thinner, laughed and said: "By then, will you regret the things you did tonight? If you were given another chance, would you still be disrespectful to me like you do now?"

The most talented young man in Xiling Temple, laughed most arrogantly, extremely happy, so crazy, compressed air passed over his trembling vocal cords, and the whistle was as sharp as a flock of pigeons. .

People watched this scene, listened to laughter, and their hearts were getting chilly. Many Xiling priests felt that their Dao Heart was about to collapse, and even the corners of Zhao Sishou's lips had a faint frost.

The imperial city was dead in the night, only the crazy laughter of Hengmu reverberated, the willow branches on the moat swayed timidly, and the broken willows that fell into the water settled faster to the bottom of the river, wanting She hides her body in the mud that has been deposited for thousands of years, not wanting to hear these laughter again.

Liu Yiqing felt the breath of life and returned to his body. Hearing Hengmu's words and laughter, there was no change in his expression, and he could not find any fear, just calm.

He looked at Long Qing through the white cloth and said, "This is the hope of the temple?"

Long Qing was silent.

Liu Yiqing repeatedly asked: "A poor child with a shadow of childhood?"

Long Qing still did not speak, this is the default.

Liu Yiqing said with emotion: "The temple is really inferior to one generation."

Long Qing was still silent, still tacitly acquiescing. He agreed with Liu Yiqing's opinion. After thinking about it, he raised his right hand-there was a black peach blossom between his fingers, and the smell of death was hidden in the petals.

Only this black peach blossom can interrupt the magical magic performed by Lito Hengmu.

"Don't stop me!"

Hengmu Liren shouted, his thin cheeks as white as snow.

He stared at Liu Yiqing’s face, and he didn’t understand why this Nanjin man was still so calm after life and death. After so much spiritual shock, he still didn’t understand why at this time, he still knew Feeling pity from the other person, what are these people sympathizing with?

Long Qing said: "The Dao Sect needs you to spread the glory, not go crazy."

Yokogi Tachito smiled madly, and said: "But I feel good at this time. I finally understand that only truly crazy people, like you, can be truly powerful."

The black peach blossoms between Longqing's fingers tremble with the night breeze.

"Don't stop me."

Hengmu Lito said: "Although you are a senior, I don't have any respect for you, and I don't need to have respect. Since this is something arranged by the temple, you should not interfere."

Long Qing looked at him as if he was watching a stubborn, innocent and cold child walking among the mountain roads. The dew wetted his shabby blue shirt. He held the hatchet and thought he was the sun.

A sigh sounded in Long Qing's heart, and in the end, he did nothing.

At this moment, a sigh also sounded deep in the thick night.

So the mountains, rivers and rivers of Linkang City sighed.