Chapter 993 Showdown

Someone once said,

There is some kind of connection between people.

The two people who have never met each other, in the vast crowd, at the corner of the street, at the head of the bridge, or in front of the hotel, may be deeply impressed by the inadvertent glance at each other, and even develop an indescribable story.

Some people call this mysterious and mysterious thing "fate", "sixth sense", "destiny" and so on.

But Yi Lin understood now.

This kind of thing has a scientific basis.

"reason".

Everything has a "reason" in it. .

Among the connections that Yi Lin has had in this world, perhaps the longest time she has spent with her junior sister, the connection between him and Xia Xiaoman, the "reason" between the two of them is deeper than anyone else.

As a result, Yi Lin followed the beam of "reason" and found Xia Xiaoman at a glance.

Looking at each other for a split second, Yi Lin sighed inwardly.

I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and my junior sister is much older.

A head of white hair, so dazzling.

But her appearance is the same as before, and she has never aged.

Yi Lin knew that this was due to the effect of a certain epic item.

"A distant ideal land."

...

【Remote ideal land】

【Grade】Companion type

[Special] Cannot be traded, only when the host dies, the item must drop.

[Restriction] Only those blessed by the "Spirit of the Lake" can exert its true power.

[Effect] Continuous healing, stop aging, eternal goblin shelter (unusable)

[Description] The "scabbard" used to carry the holy sword passed down from generation to generation by the Pendragon family. In ancient times, the ancestors of Pendragon strayed into the goblin town. . I don't know why, but at the same time as the blessing, the scabbard seems to be accompanied by a curse. It is either lost or on the way to be lost.

...

hundred years ago.

Xia Xiaoman "personally" killed Yi Lin, and transferred the [Distant Utopia] that was bound to drop to her body.

Among them, the effect of "continuous healing and stop aging" makes Xia Xiaoman stay youthful and youthful.

Yi Lin glanced across.

Sure enough, just as he felt.

In Tianjianmen, almost all the elders from the past have come.

etc.

Standing next to Junior Sister, who is that sloppy alcoholic?

Across half the sky, Yi Lin could smell the strong smell of alcohol from the other party.

Yi Lin stretched out her hand suspiciously, and grabbed a bunch of average-sized ones that were neither thick nor thin.

"It's actually Senior Brother Jian? Why are you so downcast?"

Yi Lin couldn't laugh or cry.

In a hundred years, things have changed and people have changed.

Jian Nanchun, who was handsome and handsome back then, is now facing a mid-life crisis, and he is only short of bald.

...

While Yi Lin was looking at Xia Xiaoman and Jian Nanchun, as well as the elders who used to be in Tianjianmen.

Xia Ruxue also stared blankly at the figure that suddenly appeared in the sky.

for a moment,

In Xia Ruxue's heart, there seemed to be a voice shouting.

Xia Ruxue didn't have time to figure out what to call.

She vaguely felt that that voice, crying and screaming, was very similar to the lonely and helpless Xia Xiaoman when she was young, kneeling in the Xia Clan Tomb, in front of the tombstone of her father, queen and queen.

Some people may not feel this way.

Once upon a time, it was agreed that no matter how many years or how many years have passed, I must, absolutely, and have no suspense to remember the face of the past.

I can remember your smile, your beauty, your facial features, your outline, your voice.

But,

Actually not.

Maybe a month, a year, two years, or ten years, people can still remember the face of the person who passed away.

But what if a hundred years have passed?

It is undeniable that the faces that Japan thought could be clearly remembered in the past will gradually fade from memory as the cruel time passes. Even if you think you can still remember clearly, but unfortunately, you often only remember a vague outline, like a scar, remaining in the bottom of your heart, which will never disappear forever.

In other words, it is a "symbol".

A symbol named "Lin Yi".

Imprinted in the hearts of Jian Nanchun and Xia Ruxue.

...

in front of everyone,

The glow of the Qibao Liuli tree is flying all over the sky.

That person, as if stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, landed on Yan Fuzhou.

At that moment, in front of Xia Ruxue, time seemed to stand still.

The figures of the two gradually overlapped.

...

"Believe me, I will not die. One day, I will appear in front of you on the colorful clouds."

"real?"

"When did senior brother lie to you?"

"Hook!"

"Then it's settled, when you are invincible with your sword, it will be the time when you and I meet again."

A hundred years ago, that dream, bits and pieces in the dream, welled up in Xia Ruxue's heart.

In the dream, senior brother poked her chest.

She remembers it all.

For many years, she told herself many times that this was just a dream.

A ridiculous void dream.

But for this dream, she worked hard to practice swordsmanship and Taoism, just for the words of her senior brother in the dream.

Just so that one day, when she can do what her senior brother said, when she is invincible with a sword soaring to the sky, the senior brother will appear in front of her like a hero, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

...

In a daze, Jian Nanchun came back to his senses.

He felt that the monster in front of him was a little bit like Junior Brother Lin back then, but he knew it was an illusion, an illusion. Impossible, how is it possible, Junior Brother Lin died in Qingdu a hundred years ago, in that rebellion battle, he used his blood and life to light up Xia Xiaoman's life For the rest of his life, he was dead, how could he still be alive, not to mention, this guy in front of him was a demon.

His aura, mixed with a group of demon clans, seemed even more demonic.

Then, Jian Nanchun, who came back to his senses, shook the paper umbrella behind his back, the Qianji Sword was unsheathed, and a circle of light bloomed around him with him as the center.

Although he didn't understand the cause and effect of a group of monsters appearing in Yan Fuzhou, monsters, they are monsters, although not every monster is bad, but as the saying goes, there is no balance between human and monster. Not long ago, the Qibao Liuli tree was still falling. Leaf, turning around, a group of monster races emerged from the tree, and Jian Nanchun had already guessed one or two of the cause and effect after a little deliberation.

Not only Jian Nanchun felt familiar.

Shi Huayan, Black and White Eryang, Ren Qingshan, Hua Wuyu, Ye Liangchen and others also feel familiar.

But their relationship with Lin Yi was not as deep as that of Jiannanchun and Xia Ruxue. After a moment of trance, they waited intently, each sacrificed their magic weapons, and prepared to fight.

When things go wrong, there must be demons,

The awe-inspiring monster must be the enemy.

"Junior Sister! Be careful, it's the demon clan!"

Jian Nanchun's words of reminder not only failed to wake Xia Ruxue up.

Xia Ruxue was even more dazed.

Because, she saw the man holding a white cat in his arms.

"Everyone, Yan Fuzhou is facing the invasion of the monster race. This is a time of life and death. I hope you can lend a helping hand. Yan Fuzhou is very grateful!"

The Buddha's light was awe-inspiring on the face of Little Supreme Buddha, and he had a decision in his heart shortly after the demons appeared on the stage.

Now it is no longer a question of whether to go to Beiju Luzhou.

If this matter cannot be resolved today, no one will be able to go to Beiju Luzhou!

at the end,

The Little Supreme Buddha rushed up to the demons, avoiding Yi Lin who was the leader on purpose, and added loudly: "Only the little monks know how to mend the sky!"

"Shoot!"

After a moment of hesitation, the rest of the monks also made up their minds.

Now they all assume that it is true that there is a hole in the sky, and that the truth of spiritual energy exhaustion is also true, and the method of mending the sky that the Little Supreme Buddha said is also true.

Well, here comes the conclusion.

The Little Supreme Buddha must not die!

On him, the future of the monk is related!

What's more, there are more than a hundred monsters in front of you, and there are thousands of monks present!

The monks here are all the elites among the elites in the Taoist world!

Every monk moves a little, in the world, he is a master who can shake!

There are more than a hundred monsters in the area, so why be afraid of them!

Mo Luo Temple did not move.

The casual cultivators and the cultivators of Burning Sky Valley all moved.

Clouds of fire filled the sky, and countless flying swords rushed towards more than a hundred demons who hadn't had time to organize their formation.

...

On a lotus platform where the Mo Luo Temple is located.

The sick man's eyes flashed, and he inadvertently glanced in the direction of Tianjianmen, and then whispered: "My lord saint, what should we do?"

Yan Qianxiu took Wang Xiaohu's arm, squeezed it up, and shook it vigorously a few times: "Of course...don't care about him."

The sick man was taken aback.

"These have nothing to do with us. Master Mo Luo is still closing his eyes to understand the treasure. If he meddles in Yan Fuzhou's internal affairs for no reason, it will easily cause complications. What's more..." Yan Qianxiu narrowed his glasses slightly, and when he was about to say something, She noticed something was wrong with Wang Xiaohu's reaction: "Brother Xiaohu, what's wrong with you?"

In the past when she was intimate with Wang Xiaohu, Wang Xiaohu was shy and would hide away.

But now, facing her intimacy, Wang Xiaohu is actually unmoved, let alone shy away from it. Could it be that the wood is blooming in spring?

I saw Wang Xiaohu staring blankly at the figure in the sky, as if possessed by a demon, muttering to himself: "Lin...Brother Lin?"

...

"Junior Sister... hiccup~?"

After Jian Nanchun sacrificed the magic weapon, he belched off a lot of alcohol, but when he looked back and was about to greet his junior sister to go up with him, he suddenly found that his junior sister was like a ray of light, and Yu Jian flew into the air with a temperament that made them Think of Lin Yi's evildoer.

"No, Junior Sister is about to kill you!"

Anyone in the door who doesn't know, must not advance the name "Lin Yi" in front of Xia Ruxue.

This evildoer actually vaguely looks like Junior Brother Lin Yi, are you looking for your own death?

Jian Nanchun murmured inwardly.

Xia Ruxue stood in front of Tai Yi.

Following the actions of the monks, all the monsters resisted tenaciously and howled continuously.

But, in the small space of Xia Ruxue and Tai Yi, a human and a demon, time seemed to stand still.

"Sister Chuchu?"

Xia Ruxue looked at Bai Chuchu in Yi Lin's arms foolishly.

"Young Madam..."

Bai Chuchu was so angry that she raised her paw.

When she was in the palace, she liked to call Xia Xiaoman "Young Madam" secretly.

But in front of Xia Xiaoman, she didn't dare to shout directly.

Not because he was afraid that Xia Xiaoman would be shy, but because shouting like that would touch Xia Xiaoman's sore spot.

But now, in Bai Chuchu's perception, the young master has come back to life, and she has become unrestrained.

Xia Ruxue raised her eyes, the sword in her hand was shaking, and her five fingers were also shaking.

Is it you...Brother?

A simple sentence lingered on Xia Ruxue's lips thousands of times in an instant, but she couldn't ask it once.

She knew that the fact that a person cannot be resurrected after death is the law of heaven, fate, and the law of nature.

it's out of the question.

But the obsession in her heart made Xia Ruxue stand in front of this man.

She clenched her sword tightly. At this moment, Xia Ruxue just wanted to hear this abominable monster who looked like a senior brother say "Girl, you misunderstood the person", Xia Ruxue was able to set her heart down and slash out with her sword.

She even prepared a killer move, which would make this monster die a miserable, miserable, very miserable death.

Erin scratched her head.

He knows that in many novels, he likes to engage in bloody plots to lengthen the space.

All kinds of misunderstandings, a lot of helplessness, life and death, extra entanglement and so on.

Yi Lin didn't want to make it so complicated, why bother.

then,

It's a showdown, stop pretending.

Yi Lin tidied up her clothes and smiled coolly: "Junior Sister, I haven't seen you in a hundred years, how are you?"

Xia Ruxue was taken aback.

next second,

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

She howled, and the turbulent chill condensed the surrounding air into ice fog.

With a sword with boundless killing intent, he slashed towards Tai Yi.