Chapter 4729: Don't believe in life

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Yunxiao, she, don't believe in life?
Yunxiao left.
Ji Rumo first smashed.
After a while, he understood the meaning of Yunxiao.
More than five hundred years ago, the night was falling.
That is the number of lives.
However, Yunxiao and Beibei are not living.
They changed their lives against the sky and let Ling Yue die and resurrect.
Can you say that this time...
"Clouds, don't you know, this time, it's different."
Ji Rumo sighed.
Over time, many things and things have changed.
Lingyue can live, it is because Lingyue life should not be absolutely, there are life and death to protect the body.
But now, she is going against the sky, and she does not hesitate to stop the Black Death Star from cleaning the Three Realms.
Her soul can't hide from the robbery, her flesh is also hiding from the robbery.
Needless to say, the life and death characters in her body have already been consumed.
There is no life or death, how to get back to life.
However, this fact, Ji Rumo can not bear to tell Yunxiao.
Yunxiao loves Lingyue and loves him like life.
Ji Rumo is not the case.
Ling Yue is the child he grew up watching.
He also has hope, this time, she can change her life again.
However, this time, miracles can really happen?
There is no night north and cloud, no gods and life and death cycle, and even the emperor is not there, Lingyue she alone, can really win the sky with manpower?
Ji Rumo is not sure.
The only thing he can do is to expect a miracle to happen.
And all these miracles are concentrated on one person, the world's evil spirits, Xin Lin.
In the following decades, Yunxiao really stopped asking about the whereabouts of Lingyue.
Since the Qingyin Valley and the King Kong Buddha had a conflict, since then, Yunxiao changed the normal state, she no longer appeared in front of people, she lived in a simple way, specializing in the Dharma, as if the ninety-nine things, for her, are no longer important.
This is a very gratifying Buddha, and gradually relaxed the vigilance against Yunxiao.
Ji Rumo will observe Xin Lin from time to time.
However, he was very disappointed that although he may find Xin Lin’s whereabouts, but after Xin Lin appeared again,
Ye Lingyue
never appeared again.
It seems wrong to pin the hope of Lingyue’s death and resurrection on a little girl...
Just, is it only Xin Lin alone, worried about Ye Lingyue's life and death?
In the Qingyin Valley, in front of the steep mountain wall, at this time, there is a shadow of the body standing in the air, especially in the night.
In the sound of flowing water, the sigh of the man made the sound of running water and the wind between the valleys all silent.
The purple coat, in the smudge of the night, seems to have become ink.
The only purple cockroaches, even the night moon, are eclipsed in front of them.
The mountain wall in front of it is the wall of the Buddha's scripture.
When you speak the scriptures daily, the scriptures will appear on the mountain wall.
At night, the mountain wall is like a mirror in the moonlight, as clean as new.
Zitangsu stared at the mountain wall and was silent.
"Buddha, what you said today, you seem to owe an explanation."
Under the night, I don’t know where I came from, there is an old voice coming.
Zitang Su even did not move the eyelids.
"I don't want to talk."
Three words, cold and cold, hard and hard, no room for a little bit of swaying.
This is the typical Zitang-style answer.
The old voice was obviously stagnation, and it never sounded again.
Zitang Su is in a bad mood. At this time, it is not appropriate to talk to him.
The one who raised the big purple hall in one hand is naturally known.
It’s better to have his temper than to confuse him.
The person who influenced the Buddha in the horizontal and vertical direction has disappeared.
Disappeared between heaven and earth, the disappearance can no longer disappear.
From today onwards, the Buddha is still the Buddha of the Buddha.
The disappearance of the voice behind him, for the purple hall, is irrelevant.
He still concentrated and looked at the smooth mountain wall.
As if on the mountain wall, something attracted it.
But on the mountain wall, there is nothing.
In this way, from the night into the night until the early morning, the sound of the wind and the sound of the water in the Qingyin Valley are already tired, and they are in a silence...
The body of Zitang Su was slightly moved.
I am too imaginary... I have known all of this long ago.
But when this happened, he was still difficult to support himself.
Damn fate, why did she suffer unbearable pain again and again.
"master."
A guilty voice was uploaded from Zitang.
In the sleeves of Zitang Su, a pointed head came out.
Like a child who has done something wrong, Tsering has been shrinking for a long time before he dares to appear under the eyelids of Zitang.
"Little master..."
The tower of silence has not been finished.
Tengdi, a flame is born out of thin air.
That group of flames engulfed the tower of silence.
"Master, forgive!"
The Tower of Perseverance was shocked.
The purple fire, which has already engulfed the tower of silence.
That is the refining fire of Zitangsu. Any magic weapon, even if it is a tower of silence, will be turned into a golden water once it is swallowed.
"It is the command of the master and you, follow her."
The tower is called a grievance.
"stupid."
Purple Hall and even the eyes are lazy and look at the tower.
He left the tower of the silence to the Gobi, which was to help Ye Lingyue’s arm.
Ye Lingyue is too imaginary and cannot be changed.
But Ye Lingyue’s body is not to be lost.
Ye Lingyue went against the sky and forcibly reversed the robbery of the Black Death Star and preserved at least half of the creatures in the Three Realms.
This behavior will be robbed.
Zitangsu left the tower of silence, just to let Ye Lingyue at least in the case of scattered souls, but also to preserve the flesh, bring it to thirty-three days, but did not expect that halfway, Lingyue's body will be taken away .
"The master, the master, isn't your sentence with her, not to say that the little girl who is doing Xinlin, with her to take away the body of the little master? Where does the little tower know that she hides the body of the little master?" ""
The tower of silence was screamed by the fire.
The tower of the silence has lost the body of the little master. It is not the same as it is. It also wants to find the body of Lingyue. But the body of the little master is so gone.
The little girl named Xin Lin was also very alert. When she found her own shadow, she escaped faster than the rabbit.
The small tower could not find the body of Ye Lingyue. In a hurry, he could only take advantage of the opportunity of the new Tianyu to fly and return to the side of Zitang.
The little tower screamed.
Zitang Su did not listen to the explanation.
He still looked at the mountain wall.
For a long time, it is like a nightmare.
"She, can she still have life?"
No one answered the words of Zitang.
He can see the past and present life of Lingyue.
But in the afterlife, he could not see through.
Vitality...live...
In the Qingyin Valley, the words of Zitang Su are constantly echoed.