Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

On the last day of death.

Elder Xuanwu looked at Liang Lin, and raised his right hand finger with all his strength, pointing to the nine heavens.

in the blink of an eye.

Putting that finger down, Elder Xuanwu lost all vitality.

Right at that moment.

The formation behind Xuan Rui suddenly shattered.

The lifeless world like the underworld has also returned to its original place.

All the scenery is as usual.

Above the sky, the full moon is still bright.

And the entire Wu tribe was terribly silent.

Elder Xuan Wu fell to the ground, lifeless.

In mid-air, the blood-stained girl slowly descended and fell into the red coffin again.

She still had a bloodless face, and her body was covered with scars, lying quietly in the red coffin.

The loneliness like no man's land lingers in the whole yard, and there is no sound anymore...

"Elder Xuan Wu..."

After a long while, whoever was present shouted first, and the people of the Wu tribe in the yard quickly rushed towards the place where the elder Xuanwu fell.

However, the old man could no longer open his eyes.

His entire face was sunken, as if his body had been squeezed dry, and his already thin body looked even thinner.

The moment someone speaks up.

Liang Lin came back to his senses, his heart seemed to have collapsed in his faith!
"He stumbled and took a step forward, a little dazed, almost fell down.

"Ray..."
Liang Lin stood beside the profound hall, staring blankly at the girl who hadn't woken up in the coffin.

..........
Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

At this moment, the monks present were very surprised.

"Elder Xuanwu is dead?"

"Mozun, it's not at this time that he was saved..."

At this moment, the hearts of the monks present were all confused and astonished.

Now Xuan Rui is standing here alive and well, it was not the elders of the Wu clan who brought her back to life, so how did she condense her soul?!
All the monks present had this unexplained question!
at the same time.

When staring at the artifact of the ancient painting, Liang Lin stayed there for a long time without moving.

All the monks present could see the helplessness in the heart of the brave emperor at this moment.

"Brother Lin..."
Tears once again filled Xuan Rui's eyes.

She originally thought that she was saved in the Wu tribe.

But I didn't expect that it was not in the Wu Clan.

In the past few years, Liang Lin broke into countless dangerous places, made countless enemies, traveled around the Xuanyan Continent and never stopped looking for opportunities for his own resurrection.Now, nearly half of the heart has been cut out in exchange for clues to the Wu Clan. I was told that this old man of the Wu Clan can condense the soul.

But this old man actually passed away at the most critical moment.

Xuan Rui couldn't imagine how helpless Liang Lin would feel in his heart!
Inside the artifact of ancient paintings.

Among the Wu tribe, a small tomb.

Seven days have passed since Elder Xuan Wu passed away.

The people of the Wu clan followed the elder Xuanwu's words before he was alive, cremated him, and buried him with other members of the Wu clan.

The eyes of countless people were all looking at the man who was standing upright in front of the grave bag without moving.

Seven days have passed.

The man carrying the red coffin has been standing in front of the tomb. From the very beginning, he never took a step away, nor did he shed a single tear because the person he cared about could not be revived.

He even had that irrelevant expression, looking very indifferent.

Stand for a long time.

Liang Lin bent down and bowed deeply towards the small tomb.

Then, Liang Lin turned and left, wearing a black cloak, carrying the red coffin on his back, and a small kingfisher standing on his right shoulder. In this way, under the watchful eyes of the Wu tribe, he left the Wu tribe step by step.

The man who later frightened countless Jin emperors and emperors is now as if he has lost his soul.

He walked step by step, and no one knew where he was going.

"vomit!"
Just at the moment when he walked out of the Wu tribe.

The man who hadn't rested or spoken for seven days suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Liang Lin's eyes darkened, and he passed out completely.

Time passed like running water.

Liang Lin woke up and opened his eyes. He was using a pair of jade legs as a pillow, and in front of him was a beautiful face.

"woke up?"

The little kingfisher turned into a human again, letting Liang Lin lean into her arms.

She leaned against the ten-thousand-year-old tree with Liang Lin's head resting on her lap.

Liang Lin didn't open his mouth, his eyes were filled with mixed feelings and filled with sadness.

at the same time.

The monks present besides the artifacts of the ancient paintings also felt a sense of sadness when they looked at Liang Lin's eyes.

Those eyes are full of desolation.

"You slept for half a month, can you still...can you?"
The Yuangu Second Elder, who had a high status in the Wu Clan, looked a little dazed now.

No one in the world can understand Liang Lin's current mood better than her.

Back then, she witnessed her partner being killed and her partner's physical body being taken away, and she personally used human books to imprison the partner who was taken away by the witch god.

Compared with Liang Lin, she understood that the man at the moment felt more bitter.

Going through all kinds of dangers, wanting to revive a loved one, seeing success immediately, but falling short in an instant!
This feeling of giving hope, but in the end everything is ruined, is really crushing.

"No problem..."

Liang Lin just responded softly.

It's just that the hoarse voice is full of sadness.

Now he seems to have exhausted all his energy.A heavy sense of despair rose, and the line of defense that had been steadfast in my heart seemed to have collapsed all of a sudden.

He felt as if there were mountains on his body, and he couldn't breathe.

Liang Lin then fell into a coma and stopped talking.

The second elder turned around, unwilling to see this touching scene again.

.......
Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

At this time, no one from the monks present made a sound for a long time.

Looking at the emperor in the picture, the eyes of the monks present were all touched by it.

It's hard for them to describe how powerless Dijun must have been in his heart at that time.

No problem.

His short words were devoid of any emotion, but the monks present could clearly see the unwillingness and powerlessness in those eyes.

Bai Chen was the only one present, looking at Liang Lin who had a good relationship with the Second Elder in the picture, his heart panicked.

The closer the relationship between the Second Elder and Liang Lin, the more likely it is that he will leave the Emperor now.

The second elder treated Liang Lin as if he was comforting a junior.

Bai Chen looked very unsightly.

"Has the man sent to track the kingfisher come back?"
He quietly asked the nearest monk.

"Report to the White Emperor, but I haven't found it yet."

"Send more people there! Hurry up and find me!" Bai Chen's voice carried a deep sense of urgency.

Behind him, several monks retreated.

Bai Chen set his eyes on the artifact of ancient paintings, on Xuan Rui.

At this moment, the heart of this proud son of heaven is very disturbing.

He's never been like this before.