Chapter 106: If you are more united, do you fall in love with me?

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As Yin Yue saw the face of this person, the darkness of the surrounding world was eclipsed. Just like opening the clouds in front of your eyes, your heart suddenly clear.
It turned out to be him, and it really was him.
Even if you have never seen it, you can clearly recognize it. In addition to the true fairy, who else?
Yin Yin held the Linyuan sword and looked at the people in front of him. If you take a look at the mirror, you will see the water, and you will feel extremely close and extremely unfamiliar.
The man came to him step by step, his eyes narrow and indifferent, until he crossed his body without any obstacles and continued to move forward. The quaint ebony crown, the unadorned white robe, the cool look.
Who is true, who is the illusion? Where is the clear point.
At this moment, the body and the soul are separated, and I don’t know what the situation is. Everything can’t be done by common sense, only the instincts of instinct.
Yin Yi turned and looked at Ling Xiao, and found that they were above the snow-capped peaks.
The wind was blowing, the snow was blowing, and the two men were flying. The line of sight was blocked, and I couldn’t see the person standing opposite the singer, only looking at the robes in the ink.
Zhen Xian carries the sword, and the sword smashes the blood. Behind it is the broken palace pavilion, and a road covered with blood and corpses, shocking.
The innocent snowfield is at his feet, and the stars are on his head.
This scene is astonishingly similar to yesterday when it was killed by the snow-capped peaks.
Zhenxian speaks and the voice is dumb.
"You call me a brother, it is cause and effect with me. Buddha does not cross you, I will cross you."
His tone is very calm and there is no movement.
Yin Yin is more and more sad. Like a big stone falling from his chest, he couldn't breathe.
This sentiment does not belong to him, it is the heavy pain from Yi Ling.
How could this be? All the pains in the world are nothing but powerlessness, and the true immortality is already cultivated in the sky. Is it painful to gain evidence?
Since it is so sad, why not say it?
Yin Yin thought more and more.
He rushed forward and just wanted to take a look at the man in the robes of ink, even if there was no reason. The ear is the sound of the whistling wind, and it should be the spirit of the spirit of the soul, and it still feels a terrible pressure.
I don't know what they said, Yi Lingying threw Lin Yuanjian to the opposite person.
The blade brought a breeze, and the man caught the hilt with his backhand, and raised his hand in a neat manner, and a sword came across.
In an instant, the thunder burst from the nine days, the flying snow curtain split into a grinding, the ground veins violently cracked and cracked.
The long sword is and suffocating, and there is no power.
Yin Yue’s soul burned and gritted his teeth and went forward until he finally saw the man’s face. Can not help but stop, let the earth shake, roaring, and can not do anything.
That face is similar to the brothers in seven points.
Near the door, he reached out and walked through the man's sleeves without any accident. The sacred swords that have been infinitely stretched between the shackles and the ruined land have not yet fallen, and the overwhelming sorrow and pain have drowned him. Who is this emotion? He is still interested in Ling Xiao, and he can’t tell.
The vision is darkened and everything is crumbling. Here the space seems to be broken, and a force tears him away.
He watched as the color of his outstretched hand faded and his body shape dissipated. The ‘sister’ finally shouted out.
Exhausted, but I can't even hear a sound.
But it is very coincidental. At the same moment, the man’s thin lips are slightly open, and the low voice calls the
sister...

Overlapping with his silent shouts.
Then he raised his eyes and crossed over Yi Ling, looking in his direction.
Suddenly familiar with the eyelids, Yin Yin more shocked, almost thought that the other party saw himself!
The eyes are clear, no worries.
Like a long time of millions of years, it seems to him.
Three thousand avenues are in his eyes.
But in a blink of an eye. The world is completely dark, as if something is broken and the echo is crisp and harsh. There is a day and night between heaven and earth. He is alone and standing alone. There is no living thing and no human voice.
The vast memories of the vast sea of ​​smoke flooded, and Yin Yin was more and more shocked by unimaginable pain.
In the distant outer universe, a bright star burns an ice blue flame. Quietly radiating, as if watching him, looking indifferent and compassionate.
The severe pain that swept the whole body slowly calmed down, and the memory fragments quickly pieced together into a picture, which was even into fragments.
At this moment, the feeling of being close to you is completely clear.
Why did Master say that Lin Yuanjian chose me? Where did the trust of Mr. Zhang Yuan come from? There is also an attitude of innocence, such as innocence.
In the past, all doubts were concatenated into a line, and the confusion was solved. The big dream was awakened.
Yin Yin thinks more, because I am Yi Ling.
The true immortal of the sacred era of millions of years ago, he is now in the stars. It was originally a person.
Even if it is more than a million years, if he remembers coming, remember who he is, then this has never changed.
The most remarkable legend is him, and the most secular ordinary is him.
Before the good name of 'Italian Ling', he was an hour-old tester, and he loved to watch the upgraded and screaming hot novels. After growing up, head to nine to five, tea rice oil and salt sauce vinegar tea.
In that world, most people are like this, not a silk, not a male god, just an ordinary person who works hard.
Even the crossing is the most unintentional way - the car accident wears. Then life became a story, and he became an Italian.
As an ordinary person who goes online with an IQ, he does not feel that he can cross the protagonist, and he will carefully adapt to the new world, learn new rules, and grow up step by step. Beginning to practice, the roots are barely good, but often have some inexplicable good luck.
Because of good luck, I also self-expanded to add a halo. However, there are many times of dangers between life and death. If it is not his brother-in-law who is saved, his life is gone. If he dares to think about the protagonist, he will calm down and seek help.
The long time of a hundred years has passed, and life is no different from the monks who have been asked by this world. He is really afraid that he will forget the past.
Therefore, the only bad taste is to use the blind eye method to write the sword score into the handwriting. Referring to the past generation of the hot Mary Su Xiuxian novel, the name is "Xie charm fairy long cold and pretty", in which the tone of the tone is trivial.
The one who wrote the most was his younger brother named Mo Changyuan.
Originally because the younger brother was handsomer than him, it was the most handsome in the practice world; the cultivation was higher than him, and it was the highest among the younger generation. No matter where you stand, you will break through the sky.
Later, it was because the younger brother had no principle for him.
In the midst of a disaster, the younger brothers cleaned up the mess. In the dangerous situation, the younger brother tried to save. The genius of the younger brother had the first thought of him.
Yi Lingqi thinks again when he first meets the teacher, he is brave enough to talk. "I will be your brother in the future, and I will enjoy it with blessings. I will cover you with something!" It is really shameless.
It is clear that all the way is to lean on the thigh of the younger brother. The younger brother is omnipotent.
After breaking through the Mahayana, Yi Ling received an invitation from the recognized first beauty in the practice circle and asked him to attend the birthday party of the saints. The words are long and the meaning is that the two factions have been handed over for a long time, and I hope that they will not be alienated in the future. At the end of the letter, implicitly expressed the willingness to share the book.
Yi Ling was used to it, and he did not understand the orphans. He took the teacher and asked him. Mo Changyuan glanced at the last few lines and calmed. "There is nothing wrong with it. Please represent the teacher to participate in the birthday party. I will go with you."
Yi Ling’s heart was put down, and he was led by the younger brother, and he took the song on the road.
Halfway through the thieves smashing the mountains, they were intercepted, but they were ordinary killers and hunters, and they have seen them 100 times in the past. Mo Changyuan was killing and flaming, his temperament changed, and he killed a corpse all over the place. The passers-by were smashed and pond fish. It seems to have a sign of enchantment.
Yi Ling blocked a sword to wake him up.
The birthday banquet was delayed, and it was far away from the gate. Yi Lingying directly took the younger brother to divert Xingshan Temple. I heard that there are the best medical repairs there, and I hope that the younger brother can learn Buddhism and go to the devil.
At that time, he thought that if Xingshan Temple was not cured, then he would think of another way. In short, he could not give up treatment.
I didn't expect the first lecture of Xingshan Temple to see them and said the words 'the authorities are fans'.
He pointed to the two stars in the sky and said to him, "You are the one who goes all the way to the top of the air." And he is the catastrophe of the world, not only with you, but also with evil spirits, and sinful."
When I finished speaking, I vomited blood and stopped talking.
Yi Ling thought, I really cross the protagonist, my brother is a villain?
What nonsense, I don’t believe it.
Mo Changyuan sat quietly in the dark Zen room, and Yi Lingqi pushed the door in.
"Do you really want to stay here? I... I will accompany you."
"You go back."
"I am afraid that you will be uncomfortable to stay here."
"I am more uncomfortable to see you."
For his best younger brother, I don't want to see him. Yi Ling’s disappointment went out.
When I went out, I saw the pro-disciple of the first lecturer. I looked at the compassionate face. It was said to be a natural Huigen, but I couldn’t feel comfortable.
He lived in Xingshan Temple for a month, and Mo Changyuan only had to observe the Dharma. When he saw him, he was extremely cold.
Yi Ling finally confirmed that the younger brother had made new friends, but he was still unwilling.
"You are not going to go back with me?"
Mo Changyuan's whole body is rising, and he is overwhelmed by pressure. "I have entered the sainthood and are able to follow the rules of the door. You should not be commensurate with my brothers."
Yi Ling was shocked and unbelievably murmured. "Teacher, you and I have a hundred years of love, you..."
"I have had enough of you."
Yi Ling was struck by lightning and his heart was gone.
After seeing the screen from the cover, I showed my body shape. "Are you soft? You are with him. You don't leave him in a day. He can't make it a day."
Mo Changyuan cold channel, "nonsense."
The two most talented geniuses in the world, after a month of exchange, began to explore a way to connect Buddhism and Taoism, break the barriers of spirituality and martial arts, and pursue the supreme power of turning the tide.
I hope that I will not die, not into reincarnation, and Mo Changyuan wants to change the air transport. Both are mad.
Yi Ling returned to the mountain to retreat, never encountered any embarrassment, the breakthrough was extremely smooth.
When I heard the news of Mo Changyuan at the time of customs clearance, the subconscious would deny that "I have a nonsense, and my younger brother can practice Buddhism in Xingshan Temple. How can it be enchanted?"
He is now highly educated and his status is high. No one can refute to speak.
But it was soon hit by reality.
Because Mo Changyuan not only entered the devil, but also established the magic palace in Donglu Xueyuan, Chuanfa Lipai, and the next twelve guards, each palm of a temple.
Yi Ling was alone in the snowfield and broke into the Changyuan Temple. But I found that the younger brother looked at him like a stranger.
"The road is different, I have never owed you in the past, and you will not find me in the future."
"Going up to the mountain to worship, enlightenment, and one hundred and forty years, together with the practice of traveling together, you are now taking a sentence, "Is it different?"
Yi Ling’s sad thoughts, not to mention, you used to be so good to me, have you forgotten it... I have been working hard, and now I am a saint, I will not drag you anymore, you will come back. ?
Unfortunately, he said that he could not export.
Again, the other party said, "What do you want? I feel sick when I see you."
Mo Changyuan looked at his back, the pupil suddenly changed color, and blood spilled down the corner of his mouth.
The practice of Tianluo’s nine turns is not smooth, and the emotions are often out of control, especially in the bottom of my heart. He did not know how terrible the method he had created.
Yi Lingqi went back this time and said nothing about life and death. After ten years, after the customs clearance, there were 12 heavy thunderstorms. He took the sword from the outside world and recast the sword in his hand. The golden light was long and cloudy, and he was exhausted for three days and three nights. The world has become a 'true fairy'.
Later, he rarely wrote again in his notes. It seems that the trivial things of life in the past have become uninteresting.
The more truths about the world of contact, the lesser the subtle feelings deep in the hearts of the people than the three thousand avenues and the vast outer universe.
He finally became a monk who was not moved by foreign objects and whose heart was like water.
Another hundred years have passed, the magic road has grown, and the borders of several continents have been turbulent from time to time.
As for Yi Ling and Mo Changyuan, the world only knows that they are true immortals and demon statues, and no one remembers that they were brothers.
After more than a hundred years, Yi Ling went to Donglu. On the edge of the Lijiang River, the wind swelled and the waves floated.
Blowing his sleeves to hunt and fly, as if to go home by the wind,
"I have no concern now, and I don't have a bad cause and effect. It is a good time to prove the void."
These years of life and death, not recruited, and familiar people and things have been taken away by time, he recalled a little, only to find his connection with the world, only the person in front of him.
Mo Changyuan’s eyebrows have long since disappeared, and it’s the color of madness.
Where are you going?

Yi Ling faintly said, "Going there. There is no difference in where I am."
"You are still in this world, I have ruined the world, seeing how you are careless, and witnessing the void?"
Yi Ling is somewhat angry. "I know that you hate me, but how can personal grievances affect the innocence? How do you become this look! You have studied Dharma."
Mo Changyuan looked up and laughed, his eyes were red, and three thousand inks danced wildly. "I was born to be a demon. Which Buddha can cross me?"
This laugh is a hundred years of chaos in the world.
The Magic Palace and the Right Way are in full swing. The era of sacred times was over, and the era of the end of the law came.
People continue to join the battle, and people are dying. The blood infiltrates the land into a black-red color, and the rolling river is also dyed red.
Every time the true fairy meets the demon statue, the wind and cloud change, and the sea is flowing.
Yi Lingqi knows that he can't kill Mo Changyuan, whether it is repairing or selfish. Seeing the scorched earth in the four seas, it is full of devastation, and it feels that the balance of life and death between the heavens and the earth is broken, and there will be a great disaster.
Mo Changyuan seems to understand his intentions this time, deliberately avoiding.
When the Changyuan Temple did not find anyone, he killed the snow-capped peaks by one person and one sword, and finally saw Mo Changyuan.
Yi Ling Ling stood in the snow and looked at the people in front of him. His tone was dull. "You have been controlled by the practice method and have lost your heart."
The demon statue is rare to be sober today. "Brother, I can't get back."
He has very little time to remember now, leaving is to let the brothers get the way, practicing the heavens and the nine turns is to find ways to change the qi.
Why is this step going today?
"You called me a brother, it is a cause and effect with me." Yi Ling sighed, "Buddha does not cross you, I will cross you."
He threw the Linyuan sword and dismissed the body. "What is your obsession? Kill me? If I die, would you feel relieved? I can die, as long as you no longer kill."
Mo Changyuan took the sword and stabbed him to his chest. This sword stirred the air and the air, the clouds covered the sun, and the wind and snow made a big deal.
Suddenly his eyes fell on an open space, and I didn’t know what I saw, but I smiled slightly.
When Guanghua was not there, he stood in front of Yi Ling.
Lin Yuanjian went straight into the heart. Blood rushes.
"I feel uncomfortable when I see you, not wanting to kill you."
After becoming the real immortal, Yi Ling’s first time was flustered. He wanted to transport the real yuan to repair his heart for the younger brother. The practice method was in harmony with the magical power, and he could only be in a hurry to hold the person in his arms. what did you say?"
"If you can start from scratch..."
There is a big comprehension between life and death. Mo Changyuan’s heart is dead, and Yu’s moment is a glimpse of the mystery of time. At that glance, I saw a turn.
The vitality passed quickly, but Tianluo nine turned himself to exercise, and the soul was divided and left in the sword.
I don't know how long it took, the body of the pregnant woman was cut off and the body was weathered into a fly ash, and the blood was covered again by the snow, leaving only one person.
"I am asking for ruthlessness. Now I am benevolent and benevolent. I am really stunned, but I don’t know how to get it."
"If there is a next life, I will change your life with you."
I am struggling with bitterness, and sin and sin is exchanged for me. I am happy to give it to you.
If there is any story, I hope you are the protagonist, I will be the villain.
The saints speak the spirit, and the words that are spoken are also inspired by the heavens and the earth.
He confessed to the void, but did not know where to go, stepping into the turmoil of time and space, forgetting the past. Only when the subconscious of the villain chooses a fate for him.
The spirit of the soul is invested in three thousand worlds, seeking from the beginning, and enlightening the heart.
At the beginning, Mo Changyuan squandered all over the world and exchanged for an opportunity to meet again.
Therefore, Yi Lingyu experienced life and death in the world, and returned to here again, back to where everything started.
The rotation of the star track, the son of the air transport and the life of the disaster star entangled, the established number of lives was completely disrupted.
Yan Yashan, Yecheng, Xingshan Temple, Donglu, the reunion of Luomingchuan and Yinyue Yue, have made countless choices when they did not know, and each choice has decided today's ending.
Nanke’s dream, Yin Yin’s waking up from a long time, the real time is from morning to faint. The night wind whistling, the cold starlight fell on the snowfield, as if a piece of silver glittered.
He held the Linyuan sword and stood up. He bowed to the void and thanked Mr. Cheng for his help.
Then walk to the star.
Since the tradition of our two is the brother of the teacher, I am a younger brother in this life, and I am covering you.
The destiny of the orbit is on the top, and the three thousand worlds are the evidence. I will bring you back and join the family.