Su Bian Cultivation World

...So, is there really nothing to do now?Facing Wen Xinlei's verdict, could Han Qianling just sit back and wait?

After realizing what kind of stalemate the two of them were facing, Luo Jiujiang's eyes turned blood red in an instant.Time is so precious at this time, even verbal communication is too slow and extravagant, and eye contact is enough to explain everything.

Yes.Han Qianling replied to Luo Jiujiang with his eyes: I will definitely die.

As much as he knew Luo Jiujiang, he knew himself as much.He is so clearly aware of the hatred he has accumulated in his heart towards the world for many years at this moment, even at such a critical juncture, he is still not relieved by the threat of death.

The most ironic thing is that Han Qianling's crazy idea of ​​dragging the whole world into the water is more vivid than before because of the butcher's knife hanging above his head that may fall from time to time.

Luo Jiujiang had nothing to say for a while.

What can he do now?Do you hate the way of heaven? You can learn from the lessons learned by the dragon god who destroyed the world. The way of heaven wants to test the benevolence of the only dragon, so you can't say anything wrong—because even now, this dragon can drag at least half of the cultivation world. Bury him with him.

Then blame Han Qianling?But what's wrong with Qianling?His emotions were instilled by the dragon god. His father did not regard him as a son, but only regarded him as a tool to inherit evil thoughts and last wishes; pass him

.

How hard it is for him to control his evil thoughts at all times, not to hold accountable for all the existences he sees, not to crush every ant within his "capacity", and even to those human beings who are deeply in debt with him A polite smile appeared in front of the descendants.

He has already fallen in love with Luo Jiujiang.

There are only two seasons in the Holy Land, spring and summer. There is no severe winter here, and snowflakes are so rare in this world.As long as the sky is sunny and the day is bright, the holy land is usually warm as spring, and the treasure land selected by Han Qianling is even more blooming like a brocade.

However, under the bright and bright warm sun, among the gorgeous flowers and plants like brocade, in the slightly drunk spring breeze, Luo Jiujiang felt the chill from his bones to his heart. Chilled and trembling all over.

He has a sharp blade, but he can't push up to ask the way of heaven; he has a three-inch tongue, but this can't even persuade the world's will to change its mind.

Born in this world, if you can't even save your beloved's life, what's the use of Luo Jiujiang!

His Qianling is right in front of him, and his Qianling is about to die!

However, as if afraid that Luo Jiujiang would not be stimulated enough, Han Qianling turned his eyes slightly.He seemed to have made up his mind, the choking tone in his voice had been completely smoothed out, leaving only a kind of toughness.

He said coldly and decisively: "I was the one who lied to you first, and you can kill and cut as you please, without any complaints—but if you don't want to do anything, then go away."

At this time, the thunderclouds of the Heavenly Tribulation had dispersed without a trace, but a second layer of dark clouds slowly piled up on the heads of the two of them.

Han Qianling finally couldn't maintain the calmness that he had put on so hard, he raised his hand suddenly and pushed Luo Jiujiang back, every word was forced out from between his teeth, revealing a fresh blood Qi: "I'll let you go—"

What are you still doing here?Do I have to go to the last moment and can no longer restrain my crazy and cruel desires, dragging you to death? !

You love this world, so I won't touch the three thousand worlds; I love you so much, that even when I'm dying, I don't want you to shed a drop of blood.

Luo Jiujiang should live under the light of the sky all his life, and be his upright and unrestrained romantic boy.He has to watch the sun rise and set in the east for 1000 years, and walk through the spring gardens full of flowers and brocades [-] times. Wherever there are people in the world, there are his friends and the wine he buried with his own hands.

After tens of thousands of years, Luo Jiujiang's lifelong legend finally comes to an end, and he may tell old stories with his children under the shade of trees: I once loved someone when I was young, and his name is Han Qianling.I have loved many people in my life, but the most intense and hottest love at that time has never happened again...

Taking a deep breath, half of Han Qianling's thoughts were still immersed in the future he had drawn for Luo Jiujiang. He gritted his teeth and thought: If this is true, he must be smiling even if he is under Jiuquan. up.

——But if Han Qianling really accepted everything, suppressed all the resentment in his heart, how could blood seep from between his fingers in his tightly clenched fists?

He is unwilling, but it is useless to be unwilling; he is not convinced, but it is useless to be unconvinced, even if he is full of unconvinced feelings, he finally swallows them all in one gulp, turning into a strong "I lied to you, Kill at will."

It was never Luo Jiujiang who owed Han Qianling, only Han Qianling who owed Luo Jiujiang.

Even if Luo Jiujiang pulled out his knife and killed him now, it was only because Han Qianling was sorry for him.

Han Qianling's usually cold voice is now completely broken and hoarse, his vocal cords are cracked, and every word is crying blood: "Luo Jiujiang, I tell you to go away—"

There was sadness in Luo Jiujiang's eyes, and that sadness dyed every inch of his eye sockets red; there was anger in Luo Jiujiang's eyes, and the rage burned to the sky, he suddenly pulled out Chengxue from his waist, and shouted angrily: "Han Qianling!"

In the past 18 years, Luo Jiujiang has never called Han Qianling's name so rudely, and thousands of years later, he has never said Han Qianling's full name so rudely.

In his whole life, Luo Jiujiang only called Han Qianling that way once.

At that moment, Han Qianling's whole heart felt as if it had been scalded once in boiling hot water. At first it hurt violently, and then it became numb from the pain, and he no longer felt a little bit.He whispered bitterly and stiffly: "Put the knife away, and ask Xinlei if it can be used to chop..."

He only said half of this sentence, and the second half was stabbed back in the throat by Luo Jiujiang's knife.

Luo Jiujiang's behavior was so swift, the movement of drawing the knife and swinging it was done in one go, and in the blink of an eye, the knife had been nailed diagonally down into Han Qianling's left rib.His hands and feet were so fast that Han Qianling didn't even realize the pain. He only felt unbelievable and a chill between his flesh and blood at the first moment.

Han Qianling subconsciously took a step in the direction of Luo Jiujiang, and his lips were not closed when he spoke in a low voice.As if he wanted to match Luo Jiujiang's behavior, he helped Luo Jiujiang and stabbed himself through.

Luo Jiujiang's lips trembled slightly, but the movement of drawing the knife was still neat.Chengxue's blade was covered with Han Qianling's blood, and there were even bits of internal organs hanging on it. Luo Jiujiang wiped all the blood and meat on the front of his clothes, and kicked Han Qianling fiercely. Ridge wound.

He really couldn't lift his kick, but even if he didn't move his spirit, Han Qianling was still as dazed and fragile as a mortal, and fell to the ground after a shake.

He still couldn't believe that Luo Jiujiang drew his sword against him.

With a movement of Luo Jiujiang's fingers, he held the silver-white body of the Five Elements Essence in his palm. At this moment, even his eyes were trembling, his fingers were as cold as death, but his movements were still accurate and fast.

The essence of the five elements, which can change shape at will, was turned into a big net by him, and Han Qianling was firmly wrapped in it from head to toe.The wound that pierced Han Qianling's left rib was the object of his special care. The metal pressed against Han Qianling's body to seal his wound, preventing even a drop of blood from flowing out.

Han Qianling woke up suddenly, he suddenly understood what Luo Jiujiang was going to do, but before he could break free from the sky net woven by the essence of the five elements, Luo Jiujiang's second foot had already stamped on his wound.

He put the knife back into the sheath, put the Chengxue knife together with the scabbard, through a purposely left mesh with a suitable size, nailed the net and the knife into the Qingyan hard until the handle was gone.

Luo Jiujiang took one last look at Han Qianling with great nostalgia and reluctance, and turned his head to meet the Wen Xinlei who was about to fall face to face without hesitation.

The essence of the five elements can cover up the breath, and Luo Jiujiang has been covered with dragon breath from top to bottom these days, even when he breathes, his lungs are filled.

There are still fresh dragon's blood and internal organs hanging on the front of his clothes.

"Han Qianling, the son of the dragon, is here!" Luo Jiujiang shouted, "Where is Xinlei? Come, try my heart!"

Han Qianling was tightly bound by Luo Jiujiang's net, and his mouth was tightly gagged.But at this moment, looking at Luo Jiujiang's resolutely going back, he still squeezed out a mournful cry from his throat with bare eyes. The voice was completely out of the tone that a human being should have, and it was purely just a mournful cry of a wounded beast. cry.

If someone who knew the situation was present at this moment, they would know how similar the situation was to three years ago.

Three years ago, Han Qianling slammed Luo Jiujiang's soft ribs with an elbow, pinned him firmly under him, and used his back to block a handful of overflowing powder for him.

Three years later, Luo Jiujiang severely injured Qianling with a single blow, and with his warm blood sprinkled on his front, he replaced him with his body, and met a majestic thunderbolt with his chest.

It seems to be the reincarnation of fate, it seems to be a repeat of yesterday, there is only heart-piercing grief in the air, and it is as vivid and familiar as the past.

Under the clear sky, Luo Jiujiang dared to do this act of stealing the sky and changing the sun. Under Han Qianling's horrified and distorted eyes, Luo Jiujiang actually had the heart to make this desperate fight.

Luo Jiujiang panted violently, and tore open his clothes with his hands, exposing his bare chest. His eyes were extremely sad, angry, and mournful. It seemed that he wanted to scratch the thin layer of flesh on his chest directly with his claws, revealing A beating heart comes.

Luo Jiujiang let out a long cry, the voice full of injustice: "Heaven! Why don't you try my heart—"

Test my open heart, test my open heart, test my universal love for all living beings, test my benevolence and love for this world.

Try my Luo Jiujiang's unshakable love for Han Qianling, try my unabashed selfishness in loving him!

Try my protective heart of being unwilling, unconvinced, and unjust for Qianling!

Wen Xinlei's shining thunder light was facing Luo Jiujiang's undulating heart. Under the dazzling white light, Luo Jiujiang's fierce expression was illuminated with a hideous look.

The whole thunder calamity ended in less than half a cup of tea, but when it fell on Han Qianling's eyes, it seemed as if it had been dragged on for a lifetime.When the thunder light finally dimmed, and the robbery cloud over his head finally dissipated slowly, it was Luo Jiujiang who passed this test for Han Qianling with a falsehood.

However, Wen Xinlei will not only die if he fails, but if he passes, he will also be sent to the nether world.

For tens of thousands of years, in the world of comprehension, it seems to be only regarded as a legendary ghost.

Han Qianling watched helplessly as Luo Jiujiang's figure disappeared inch by inch, starting from his hands and feet, leaving only a clean black section in the air, as if he was being silently swallowed by something.

In Han Qianling's perception, Luo Jiujiang's aura is getting weaker and weaker, as if the distance from Han Qianling is getting farther and farther, until he is completely wiped out of thin air, leaving no trace in the holy land. A nightmare that made Han Qianling unable to sleep at night for the rest of his life.

But Luo Jiujiang could clearly feel the severe pain coming from his limbs.Maybe he doesn't "look" like being swallowed by something, but is being swallowed by something.

Am I going to die?Maybe I didn't pass the test of Wenxinlei, but this time the gods no longer use lightning strikes to kill people.He thought vaguely: But I can't just die like this.

"Qianling." At the last moment when he disappeared inch by inch and was devoured inch by inch, Luo Jiujiang endured all the pain and groans, and smiled at his lover with a relaxed smile, using his remaining vocal cords Left a last word.

"I'm going to Nether, don't worry about it too much, take care of yourself, and wait for me to bring you back some souvenirs."

"wait for me."