Chapter 106: Dream end

Li Wei immediately stopped, he said: "The meaning of Jinglin is still unknown, don't be alarmed..."
"His intentions are clear." Yunsheng eyes smashed the clouds, "following the tiger, it will become a great disaster!"
In the nine days of speech, the situation was violently shaken, and the chasing of the soul was particularly shocking. The demon was screaming in the town tower, and the police bell rang. The gods hurriedly supported the stone pillars of the porch, and they watched the defensive retreat, and suddenly heard the vows of the Vatican.
The Buddha's light removed the haze, and the vibration of the nine heavens was designated. The true Buddha stood silently and silently, and the horror in the temple suddenly disappeared. He still smiles and looks at Jiu Tianjun.
"The monarch is poisoned by the five lords, and he has to be placed in the golden mantle. The town is decorated with Sanskrit and the Sanskrit chain. After sinking in the lotus pond, it will be destroyed in seven hundred and forty-nine years."
"Worldly life-saving!" Yunsheng owed his body to the ground, "Life is a matter of sorrow! Net Lin is in a state of turmoil, I am afraid that I have already killed the sorcerer. If I can't stop him, the Three Realms will be bloody!"
The true Buddha is on the sidelines, and the killing of the sky is deafening. He said: "The East King is born, and now it is only possible to stop him from killing."
Li Wei suddenly retreated, he shook his gun and said, "I can't do this."
"You don't kill him." Yunsheng hurriedly raised his head. "He will kill his father and kill you and me!"
"If the father is not guilty," Li Wei said, "Why is this pure Lin!"
"What is the father's sin? The father smashes the blood, opens the three realms, and seals the gods! Without evidence, it is rebellion! He wants to bear the name of this murderous father, you have to condone it?" When he got up, he said, "Why is the situation of Canglong, do you think he really forgot? Big Brother! He is coming to revenge... He came to me and waited for revenge!"
"No!" Li Wei fell into a dilemma. He said, "I have already passed him..."
"He is doing errands with you, and his father is sick. When you return to the chores, he will step by step. You will not stop him. In the future, it will be a hundred words." Yunsheng took Li Yi, an affectionate Say, "Big brother, when you break, you will be disturbed!"
His words are here, and I understand. Whether the monarch is dead or not, he must have a personal responsibility. The net Lin came just right, and the water that killed the father and the monarch was poured out, and they were all free.
Li Wei once passed through the net, not to do it easily, because the teacher is unknown. However, this disease is a rare event. It is difficult to miss the killing of nine days. If the filth of this world must be carried by an individual, then Lin Songjun is here.
He has expected this trip to be difficult, but he is still here.
The net Lin Jian smashed the ground, and he used the Pa to wipe off the blood between his fingers. He had been waiting for a long time when the gun burst. The heavy clouds are at the foot, and the heavy rain in Zhongdu makes his fingertips damp and the handle is somewhat slippery.
The wind and the waves surged, breaking the gun and throwing the facade straight. The pharynx sword "砰" sound block, and then see the armor and uniforms slammed in the clouds. The haunting clouds were gone, and the two men looked at each other across the sword and the guns. The next moment, Li Mo said, "Retreat, there is a coming day!"
Li Guangyu was provoked by the electric light stone. The heavy broken rifle had no advantage in front of the pharyngeal sword. The blast was raging, and the sudden impact of the shower was overwhelming. Li Wei was defeated. The net Lin sword was shocked and it was instantly in sight!
Li Wei crossed the gun and the back was frustrated. The whole step collapsed and collapsed. He retired his gun and slammed his chest in the chest. The net Lin closed the sword and the two men stepped on the gravel and soil. When the wind and clouds change, when the net Lin is close to the body, the sword is picked up. Li Wei does not prevent this trick. The armor is broken when the chest is smashed, and the tip of the pharynx has reached his throat. Bloody bursts, Li Wei is not able to support himself, has been turned to the ground by the net Lin.
Li Wei lived on the edge of the lotus pond and climbed around. The blood between his throat and his teeth was blood, and the blood line from the chest to the collarbone was glaring.
The long-term extension of the nine-day platform has spread over the blood. Net Lin smashed the blood on the sword front. He looked at the real Buddha, and the real Buddha looked at him.
"What did you see?"
"The corpse is bloody."
"Why are you coming?"
"Killing people."
The net Linfa has been dispersed, and he just wiped his fingers and rubbed his blood. He saw countless gods and Buddhas standing behind, and the sorrow of the true Buddha was exactly the same as when he first crossed him. Net Lin looked up slightly and Jianfeng stepped on the steps with his footsteps.
"Net Lin." The real Buddha sighed, "Returning to the shore."
Net Lin stepped on the stage, forcing a group of silver armor to retreat. The skating of his sword ridge is not the blood of others, or his own blood. He has already arrived here, and he has no choice to look back. He understands what charges he will bear from then on, but he does not care at all.
He whispered: "It’s late."
Nine hundred years ago, Li Wei said that the overall situation had been set and advised him to wait.
After 900 years, Li Wei said that the overall situation has been fixed and he is still advised to wait.
But Jinglin can't wait.
He lost all of his waiting. Morality, love, and pain disappeared together. The moment he woke up from the stone scorpion was born for murder. Desperate desires will never hurt again. It kills this person called Jinglin.
The lotus flower of the Vatican was in full bloom, and the crowds were solemnly sitting. Jiudianjun Town is in the middle of Jinmang, and the net Lin foot is on the upper level. Qingmang and Jinguang are interlaced in the nine-day high platform. The sword wind roared and opened the sky, and the dragon and the sword and the sword merged into one. He was unstoppable, and he heard the voice of the Buddha, and the four kings jumped together.
Surrounded by silver armor, it screams. The shackles of the Vatican chain echoed in unison, and the Dongjun Mountain fan screamed in the wind, but it seemed that there was a black fog hovering out between the net lining swords, and the dragon screamed into the sky!
The chanting is rushing, and it is noisy in the demon screaming. Nine days have been rendered into Yin Hong, the net Lin clothing was scratched, he slammed into the tens of thousands of blocks, but see the phoenix spring sword glare, Jiu Tianjun's neck blood splatter. That Jianfeng squatted all the way, and even broke the cracks in Jinmang.
Li Wei’s sad voice:
Net Lin!

The green shirt is landing, and the Sanskrit chain is connected above, and the wind is blowing. The four kings screamed, and the gods and gods of the heavens and the earth went down to the seal, and the sea of ​​clouds was quiet.
Li Wei saw that Lin Lin had returned.
Afterwards, the wind and the clouds screamed, and the entire nine days were re-entered. The clouds slammed and violently swayed, and the pharynx sword smashed, and the green shirt melted into the wind at a speed visible to the naked eye. Breaking through the air, a bead infiltrated the newly added blood and fell into the red lotus pond.
Nine heavens are in the dark.
The pouring rain covered the ground and shook the water. The floods rushed, and all the dust was torn into light spots. Numerous faces are hidden in the waves, and crying and laughing are closely related. The young man in the white robe silver crown is getting clearer in the madness of the fast retreat.
The oil paper umbrella is half-picked, and the net Lin doubles the ice and laughs. He was across the rain curtain, his cheeks stuck on the back of the sky, and he said slowly: "...not Lin Songjun."
The bell rang, and Huoran sounded.
The man changed into a pattern of screaming in the rain. He took the dragon scales, looked up at the rain, and cried: "I beg you..."
The virtual scene was broken, and the person in the middle of the body was rowing blood lines on the wall over and over again. He said madly: "Seven Star Town... Ming Jintai... Come pick me up... Brother.

All kinds of imaginary scenes are fiercely broken, and the ray of light dances in the dark. The sound of the river's inverted sound is in the ear, and the consciousness is suddenly slammed downwards, constantly sinking to the boundless darkness. The body also rushed down, and the copper bell stopped in the mirror.
"My way has collapsed."
The sky suddenly broke through the water, and he crawled hard and looked for it in the cold river.
Net Lin.
The sky is shaking and groping in the water.
Net Lin.
The Forget River is surrounded by the maze, and the yellow spring is cold and the arms are weak. He can't touch people, he has forgotten where he is. He panicked and found a deep foot in the river.
How many years have passed under a heavy rain, and the sky has been since 1400 years ago. The sky remembers his first sight when he was a fish. The net Lin sat down at the window for half a night, like a white porcelain, which was smashed and formed, but it was less important.
He never wanted to eat the net.
He is just craving for the scales he lost.
The copper bell has been ringing, and the sky seems to be trapped in the Forgotten River. He is getting heavier and heavier, his legs are dragged by the mud, and the cold is more prosperous. The sky was plunging into the water and suddenly it was planted in the water.
The Forgotten River became deeply bottomless, and the sky fell and fell, and when it reached the bottom, it was wrapped in mud, and he coughed up.
"Net Lin!"
The sky struggled and the river was muddy. He pulled the bond, but he was swallowed deeper into the mud. The sky was not breathing well. He bumped into the mud wall and heard the sound of the bells become distant.
After the shackles, open your eyes when the sky is over.
He stared at the roof and gasped. The sky was awkward, and the scene of sudden change made him unable to distinguish true and false for a moment. The teacup in the room suddenly fell down, and the sky screamed and sat up.
Jinglin is looking at the fingertips of the hot tea, and he looks at the side of the movement. Unexpectedly, the sky stood up and squatted. He didn’t wear his shoes and slammed into the tables and chairs. The teapot cup on the table smashed the ground, and he slammed the arm of Jinglin.
it is true.
The sky was red, and he didn't even know how to open his mouth at the moment. He stared at the man tightly, as if he had lost his hand and disappeared.
Jinglin was hurt by the arm, but he looked as usual and took a step and whispered, "What happened?"
He hugged the man into the arm, and his palm rushed to touch the brain and back of the net, which seemed to be nowhere to be placed, and he did not dare to force. He swayed with the net Lin, tightened his arms, and put his cheeks on the ears and hair.
"Net Lin."
The sky is hoarse.
"Net Lin."
"Well?" Net Lin buried his face and backhand on the back of the sky.
"My." The sky was swaying away from the dampness, and it was against the ear of Jinglin, calling it low and dumb, "Net Lin."
Jinglin perceives the damp heat in her ear. He seems to know what it is, so he does not move his face, just with his palm in the back of the sky.
The sky clung to the ground and tiptoe off the ground. He looked at the face of Jinglin and said sadly, "It’s my pure Lin."
It is my precious treasure, the net Lin in my heart.