The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

The azure blue ice flower zooms in, zooms in, and zooms in again.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka——

The next moment, with the sound of a series of ice shattering, the ice layer shattered piece by piece.

The bodies of all the warriors of the Desolate tribe split apart at this moment, and they were so dead that they couldn't die anymore.

Boom!

The spirit sword in Lin Yuan's hand fell to the ground, and with a plop, he fell to the ground.

Yun Wuyue's body was pressed under him.

Behind him, the ice blue aura that belonged exclusively to the Ice Soul Martial Soul was also completely extinguished at this moment.

It means that he has exhausted all the potential of this martial spirit.

It means that he will never be able to restore the spiritual power in the Bingpo Wuhun again.

It means that his soul will never be able to carry Bing Ling again.

It means that he can never have this kind of power again.

His soul and spirit also paid an extremely heavy price.

Now, let alone stand up, he couldn't even take a big breath.

Although his eyes are still open, his field of vision is blurred, and his eyes are also loose.

He passed the tenth wave of trials in this almost self-abuse and self-mutilation method.

Injure a thousand enemies, and injure countless self.

tragic.

Too tragic.

Seeing Lin Yuan collapsed on the melting ice field, using his shivering, trembling, trembling body, holding Yun Wuyue in his arms, for fear that she would be frozen.

Everyone fell silent.

They are all monks, monks who regard cultivation base, realm, and power as more important than life.

They could understand how Lin Yuan, who had completely lost a power at this moment, was feeling now.

If it wasn't for wanting to pass the trial quickly, if it wasn't for saving Yun Wuyue quickly, there was absolutely no need for him to do so.

His behavior is basically to gain hope for Yun Wuyue by cutting off his own path of cultivation.

In the copper coffin of the third generation, looking at the silent monks in the imperial palace, the system that had not made a sound for a long time could not help but condemn.

【Shock?silence?speechless?Seeing such touching and tear-jerking memory images, you people only have this simple reaction? 】

【Do you know Lin Yuan's pain? 】

[Do you know how much injustice he has suffered when he was misunderstood by you, framed by you, and stabbed in the back by you? 】

[You group of heartless monks don't understand at all! 】

【I don't care if I can suppress this copper coffin anymore, I want to make you feel all the pain that Lin Yuan has endured and experienced in his memory! 】

As the system's angry voice fell, streams of indifferent aura overflowed from every corner of the copper coffin.

At this moment, everyone was surprised to find that above the imperial palace, the nine black dragons that had been stagnant raised their bodies again, pulling the bronze coffin of the third generation and slowly moving towards the sky.

At the same time, a breath of soul that belonged exclusively to Emperor Qing permeated the palace.

Chapter 26 Qingdi's Pain, Do You Understand?

Many monks noticed the strangeness of the copper coffin.

"Look, Jiulong pulls the coffin! The copper coffin! The copper coffin is moving again!"

"More than that, there is another kind of breath escaping from it. What happened?"

"This inexplicably familiar breath..."

Looking at the blue spirits that filled the imperial palace like dust, Wu Pojun frowned, and shouted in shock: "This is the aura of the Qing Emperor!"

Hearing Wu Pojun's exclamation, the expressions on everyone's faces changed, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic.

"What? The breath of the Qing Emperor's soul? Could it be that he escaped from the copper coffin?"

"The last time the spiritual energy escaped from the copper coffin, it was because of the revolving lanterns. What is the reason this time, the Qing Emperor's spiritual energy escaped?"

"Everyone, don't panic, I'll find out after a little testing." Luo Chenyi was bold, and took the lead in raising his hand to touch the cyan spiritual point in midair.

moment.

A chill like hell came from his fingertips, and suddenly swept across his skin, blood, and even bones.

It was a heart-piercing cold feeling, like walking naked in a world of ice and snow, like being pierced by thousands of needles in the body.

"Ah! This is... what kind of pain is this, it hurts me to death! Wooah!!"

The bone-piercing cold severed his vitality, and as soon as he touched it, Luo Chen's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't hold back his pain and cried out.

Immediately, his body staggered back a few steps, and almost fell because he couldn't stand still.

Seeing Luo Chen's reaction, everyone showed astonishment, and moved away from the blue Lingzi floating beside them.

Luo Chen obviously suffered some unbearable pain, so he couldn't help crying out in pain.

Even with his half-step emperor's cultivation, what kind of pain can he not bear?

Touching the mysterious Lingzi with the aura of the Qing Emperor would actually make people feel painful?

"Don't touch those cyan spirits."

At this moment, the voice of the ruthless empress sounded in everyone's ears again.

"It contains the memory of the Qing Emperor's spirit and soul, and will transmit all the five senses he is experiencing in the memory screen to you."

"The reason why your alliance leader cried out in pain just now is because he felt the pain that Emperor Qing endured."

The empress has been paying attention to everything that happened in the imperial palace, and after realizing the reason, she immediately spoke out to solve everyone's doubts.

"Is he in pain..."

Looking at Lin Yuan who was lying on the ground and cowering in the picture, Yun Wuyue knew that she would feel the pain, but she still stretched out her fingers and tried to touch the cyan spirit in front of her.

It was this touch that caused the original calm on her face to disappear instantly, and a look of extreme pain emerged instead.

A morbid paleness quickly appeared on the visible skin all over his body.

His body position also retreated a few steps one after another amidst the drastic change in expression.

cold!

It's so cold!

Yun Wuyue hugged her arms tightly in front of her body and curled up.

The terrifying low temperature made her feel as if she had fallen into a dark pool at the bottom of an abyss.

Even the consciousness of the whole person must be deprived.

But this pain only lasted for one breath in her body before returning to normal.

Yun Wuyue looked up at the copper coffin again, and the emotions in her eyes began to turmoil violently.

It turned out that he was enduring this kind of unbearable pain...

In order to save her, he did not hesitate to detonate his martial soul, to destroy his spiritual root, at any cost, and to endure all pain...

Yun Wuyue's eyes were turbulent, and thousands of thoughts were struggling in her mind.

Do not……

This is what he deserves...

This is his retribution...

This is what he deserves!

In order to become stronger, he stripped her bones, and made her suffer the same unforgettable pain.

All the pain he endured at this moment was reciprocated!

He deserved it all!

The turbulent emotions in Yun Wuyue's eyes gradually calmed down, and she looked at the picture on the copper coffin coldly, without any emotion.

The imperial palace is everywhere.

Many monks with strong curiosity saw Luo Chen and Yun Wuyue in succession, after experiencing the memory carried in Qingdi's soul, they looked like this.

They couldn't help stretching out their fingers to touch the cyan spirits swimming in mid-air around them.

In an instant, a bone-chilling chill gushed out spontaneously from the spiritual roots of Qi Hai, from the spiritual veins of the whole body, and from the depths of the soul, and immediately drowned all the feelings in their bodies.

It was too cold to breathe, too cold to move, too cold to think.

In just a moment, they felt that their lungs were about to freeze, and their chests felt like they were about to explode.

pain!It hurts so much!

They are all powerful monks, among them there are many venerables and many quasi-sages.

But such a profound realm, in the face of such engraving pain, is like a child's play.

At this moment, the pale-faced monks raised their heads again and looked at the calm Lin Yuan in the picture.

Their eyes were full of deep awe.

Bearing this kind of pain on anyone's body, it is impossible not to yell out, but he didn't even let out a single groan.

They finally knew why Lin Yuan was able to become supreme step by step, and ascended to the throne step by step.

This tenacious willpower alone has defeated countless people.

……

While everyone was still in deep shock, on the wasteland where the ice and snow had melted, flickering yellow lights sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The barren warriors towering over the wasteland, covering the sky and the sun, kicked off the first level of the trial of the wild gods, the prelude to the No. 12 battle.

Crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, like mountains and seas.

The 1000 meters in front of Lin Yuan were filled with countless, endlessly desolate warriors.

They have different shapes, with bloody eyes and ferocious eyebrows, wishing to eat the two in their eyes.

Although the rest interval of this battle was extraordinarily long, Lin Yuan still collapsed on the ground until now.

His eyes were blurred, as if he had lost consciousness.

The silver hair covered with frost was trembling slightly in the wind.

But the slightly undulating back showed that he still had a little breath.

But gushing out from the depths of his soul, an uncontrollable coldness was slowly extinguishing the fire of his life.

At this moment, thousands of Desolate warriors set out to fight.

Finally, everyone noticed that Lin Yuan's fingers trembled extremely weakly at this moment.

rustling... rustling...

The heavy sand treading sound came from a distance, awakening Lin Yuan's unconscious consciousness.

He looked up with difficulty, and in his blurred vision, he saw countless galloping cavalry and war horses.

A torrent of fighters rolled in black.

Lin Yuan propped up his body little by little, the piercing coldness in his body made his muscles twitch uncontrollably.

And the moment he regained consciousness, he frantically searched for Yun Wuyue's figure.

Yun Wuyue was lying beside him.

He reached out to touch her cheek tremblingly, and there was a slightly stiff touch from his fingertips.

Lin Yuan felt a pain in his heart.

He didn't know what happened after he fell into a coma, but the coldness that kept gushing out of his body at this moment made him understand.