Chapter 284:

Xuan Chengzi brought Song Enci with his own hands, and Lin Nianci brought his reincarnated with him a hundred years later. They don't know much about them.
As soon as Lin Nianci's eyes rolled, he guessed what idea she was playing, and when she saw her holding the sword with both hands, she immediately became angry. The sensible man wanted to shout "You dare", but the crazy man was indifferent.
He knew exactly how unforgivable Lin Nianci was doing, and the sins were so high, but he was controlled by the demons and could not be stopped. He can't even save himself, how to save the world? He can't even clean himself, how can he clean the portal?
The so-called guardian of the Xuanmen is a big joke at the end. He is not as good as a six-year-old child!
Thinking of this, Xuan Chengzi's face was twisted into a very painful shape, and his heart was torn into halves.
Master Xuanmen, who was standing around, was also aware of Lin Nianci's plan, but was too far to stop.
"Dirty beast!"
"Should have cut her head with a knife!"
"Don't repent at this time!"
The crowd flew forward while screaming and cursing, but they were horrified to find that Van Gaal, who was originally standing in the circle, now quietly appeared behind Lin Nianci like a ghost, holding the sword piercing her Sharp, pumped it out fiercely.
Lin Nianci didn't have time to draw the spiritual movement and was cut into the palm of his hand by the sharp blade. The whole sword did not enter the lower abdomen, and the whole sword came out from behind, and was stabbed.
After holding the sword of the Eight Kingdoms, Fangalo wrapped it firmly with a magnetic field to prevent Lin Nianci's ingestion, and then inserted the sword into Lin Nianci's back. Xuan Chengzi can't take this hand, he can.
Seeing the tip of the sword emerging from Lin Nianci's heart, Xuan Chengzi's pupil expanded instantly, and his face became more distorted.
Lin Nianci looked down at his blood-stained chest, and then looked up at Master ’s unexplained face, and tears suddenly burst out. She put her hands on Master's shoulders and shouted sadly, "Master, save me!"
Xuan Chengzi embraced her subconsciously.
However, at this time, Fangallo drew the sword, hung his hand over the wound, and ingested all the blood in Lin Nianci's body with a rapidly rotating magnetic field.
The rapidly spurting blood column made a hissing noise, like a high-pressure water pipe with a slit in it. Lin Nianci also collapsed into Xuan Chengzi's arms and choked: "Master, under such circumstances, how can I not save you. What is the country's calculation, what is Li Min's, and life has nothing to do with me. It ’s you who raised me and you protected me from all harm. If the world is without you, what ’s the point of me alive? In any case, I want to save you. Cut the dragon, cut the national luck, and I will save you. It does n’t matter if the world is destroyed, I just want you to be with me. "
She raised her head, revealing a pair of clear but stubborn eyes.
Yes, she is so selfish, she is so stupid and shallow. She does n’t want national justice or prosperity of the country. She only needs to live in the wings of Master forever and forever, like a naive child.
After drifting abroad for more than 100 years and experiencing the world's hot and cold conditions, she finally realized that she was truly happy only by staying with Master. Everything in the world is not as precious as the one in front of him.
Xuan Chengzi looked at these paranoid crazy, but pure and clear eyes for a moment, and the tears fell. He didn't know what to do with the child.
However, when Lin Nianci lay prone in Master's arms and said warm feelings, her hands slowly lifted up, quickly absorbing the vitality of everyone around her to replenish her losing blood.
Dragon qi is not so digestible, let alone the dragon qi that is encroaching on the vengeance. In these years, Lin Nianci did n’t even dare to touch this force, because she could feel the pain of a long delay when she touched it a little. She could not endure hardships, so she put her idea on the national treasure.
But Van Gaalo and his friends had a way to drive her to desperation, once, twice, three times, four times, making her more embarrassed than once.
Van Gaal ingested her blood, and she madly plundered the vitality of others, only to see who would stop first. She can take the whole world to bury, can Van Gogh?
Facts proved that Fangalo couldn't. He saw everyone in Xuanmen kneeling on the ground one by one, giving a painful gasp, showing a decayed face. In the end, he stopped the blood-sucking movement, but slapped Lin Nianci's Heavenly Spirit cover with another palm. Stun it.
After Lin Nianci lost consciousness, all the Xuanmen talents on their knees felt like they were alive. The feeling of vitality pouring like a torrent is really terrible.
"Xuan Chengzi, what were you doing just now? Why didn't you kill Song Enci!" Without waiting for a breath, someone immediately issued an angry question.
"What is your relationship with this demon girl? I think you are abnormal!"
"You are right and wrong, good and evil are unknown, what qualifications do you have to be a Xuanmen commander?"
"Not only Song Enci is the sinner of the ages, but you are also the culprit. Both your master and apprentice are the same raccoon dog! The so-called upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked, Song Enci will do those things, you taught them!"
"Xuan Chengzi, you it!"
"National Thief!"
"brute!"
A loud rebuke, a series of abuse, and finally let Xuan Chengzi free from the demon, realized how unreasonable and disappointing he was just doing. He turned his head slowly and stiffly to see the disciples of the Tianshui Sect, but they found each with shame and grief.
He turned his head to see Master Changjing again, but he saw his hands folded and lowered his eyelids, avoiding his gaze.
He went to see the person in his arms again, and the complex emotions accumulated in his eyes suddenly boiled like magma.
He seemed to have reached a desperate situation, not going to the sky, not to the ground, and there was no way back and forth. He couldn't understand how his once clear-hearted self slipped into this abyss step by step.
Before waiting for him to return to his mind, Van Gaal had slammed him in a palm and knocked him out.
"Kill them!" Someone immediately shouted at the side.
Van Goghro just took two blue fruits from his soul and fed them into their mouths.
"Cause and effect?" Master Chang Jing burst out loud.
"It's not cause and effect, it's a fruit that will lose cultivation and spiritual power after eating, and temporarily become an ordinary person." Van Galo explained briefly.
"What do you want to do? Are you going to kill them?" Master Chang Jing sighed with relief and kept asking.
"For those who do not know how to repent, being killed is the quickest way to release. I wo n’t kill them. I want them to experience karma." Van Gollo slammed his palm and the basement door opened. A group of soldiers with live ammunition came in and carried Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci away.
Van Gogh dropped the blood in his hands in a porcelain bottle and threw it to a master Xuanmen, instructing: "Taking a drop of blood to take can help you quickly make up for the lost vitality."
"Huh?" The master was full of surprise, but still used a drop, his gray face turned into a healthy blush.
Seeing his vitality, the rest of them hurried around, rushing to take Lin Nianci's blood, his face was not strange, but his heart was agitated. Sure enough, it plundered the blood of the demigods of so many national games, and only a drop is comparable to the spirit of the Ten Thousand Years! This is something that is even easier to use than Heaven and Earth!
Song Enci's blood is already so precious, but what about Fangallo's blood?
Thinking of this, some people quietly glanced at Van Gogh with greedy eyes.
Fangallo walked toward the door with his back to the crowd, and a voice like laughter came slowly: "My body is the grievance of the nine heads. If you want the devil to fix yourself backwards, you can try it. . "
Everyone's face was slightly stiff, and then they suppressed that evil thought.
This place that suppresses the dragon veins and the soul of Van Gogh is a crypt, filled with the of the entire hell, and Van Gogh can climb out of such a terrible place, and always remain sober and sensible How could it be easy to deal with?
To put it simply, he is a evil thing, whoever touches and dies.
On the contrary, Lin Nianci, a treasure all over the body, has both the dragon spirit and the national games, and the jade pendant of the living bones, and the blood of the spirit. If you can catch her ...
Thinking of this, the crowd immediately left the empty basement, and there seemed to be urgent matters to be done. Only Master Changjing stayed, chanting the suicide while striking the wooden fish.
Hearing those messy and hasty footsteps, he sighed faintly.
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As soon as Vangallo walked out of the basement, he saw the long-awaited Dr. Song.
"Wash your hands." He naturally handed over a bottle of water.
Fangallo returned the sword to Minister Yan, who was waiting anxiously, and finished washing his hands with water.
Minister Yan asked in consternation: "Why did you make the sword a disaster like this?" The once-shimmering divine sword, now covered in plasma, could not see the original appearance.
"Give us the sword, let's take a look first!" Mrs. Liang and Mrs. Lu quickly gathered around, wiped the sword clean with a fine velvet cloth and professional nursing tools, and then checked it inch by inch with a magnifying glass, lest there was any damage.
Fangalo also dried his hands with a fine velvet cloth, and said with a smile: "You can rest assured that these blood is the best maintenance products, can restore this sword to a good condition."
"No, is this sword really true or false?" I don't know what I saw, Liang Lao asked in consternation.
Lao Lu pointed at a certain part of the blade and was amazed: "I remember that when this sword was exhibited in the New Kingdom, a researcher from their country secretly stole a bit of metal on the blade for testing, so a small one was missing. Mouth. Why is this little mouth missing now? "
The shameless behavior of the new country made Lu Lao remember his memories, so he certainly would n’t ignore this little thing.
"The gap has healed by itself." Van Gaal strode toward a military vehicle.
"Can the metal gap grow again?" Liang Lao and Lu Lao could hardly believe this statement, but they had to believe it.
The metal composition of this sword has not yet been cracked by high technology, and its casting skills have also been lost. It is very simple to imitate its shape, it is too difficult to imitate its sharpness and ice cracks. Experts only need to take a few glances at the magnifying glass to immediately confirm its authenticity.
"How? Is this sword okay?" Minister Yan carefully asked.
"It was a problem when I lent it to Mr. Fan, but now there is no problem at all. You see, the blade is sharper than before." Liang Lao pinched his hair and leaned on the blade, just lightly With a light touch, the hair was cut in two pieces, and its sharpness was simply incredible.
Minister Yan laughed twice, and was completely relieved.
"I'll say it. Teacher Vatican has always been very reliable." He then strode toward the military vehicle.
Fangaro climbed into the body of the military truck with Song Rui's pull. He first checked the unconscious Xuanchengzi and Lin Nianci, and then looked somewhere, and asked, "How did you become like this?"
Song Rui was stunned for a while before realizing that this sentence was not about himself, but something behind him.
"Who?" He glanced back, his expression not flustered.
"White curtain." Fangallo shook his head: "He is dead."
Although Song Rui was surprised, she didn't ask much at all.
Van Gaal stared at the soul of the white curtain for a long while, and finally shook his head and sighed.
The man died so violently that he gave up another nine chances of reincarnation and turned into a resentful spirit, wandering near the old house, and accidentally bumped into Lin Nianci.
His soul is a black mist that is more evil than evil karma. If ordinary people get a little bit of it, they will die from death, which is a big evil. He couldn't speak, so he bent down, bowed, silently apologized, and pointed to Lin Nianci on the ground.
Seeing that he had no intention of attacking himself, Fangalo just wanted to follow Lin Nianci, and he didn't care about him anymore.
"Where are you going to send them?" Song Rui asked in a low voice.
"Send where all sin begins."
Song Rui asked again: "What did you say to those Xuanmen masters in the basement? I saw that they seemed to be very hostile to the Tianshui School, and almost started to fight outside the gate. The people of the Tianshui School kept retreating and did not dare to fight back, even The arrogant masters of know-how are hiding in the crowd. This is not the style of the Tianshui school. "
"I just told the truth."
"I also want to know what you experienced in those years." Song Rui took Van Galo's hand.
"After I came back, I asked you to look directly at my memory." Van Gogh nodded his brow and opened his heart to this man without reservation.
Song Rui's tense face was relaxed and nodded with a smile.
Minister Yan and Meng Zhong climbed into the chariot and said happily: "Is the Tianshui faction about to fall? I saw several other martial arts people scolding them. Before the Chief Zhifei caught me, he urged me to help them rebuild Tianshui Palace, I turned my head to hide when I met this time. "
"How long can the Tianshui Sect last? It all depends on what choice my master will make." Van Gogh looked down at the unconscious Xuan Chengzi and shook his head. Pushing the teacher to this step was not what he wanted.
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After a day and a night, the military vehicle stopped at a bumpy mountain road, and a broken bus drove over to pick up the unconscious Xuan Chengzi and Lin Nianci.
Half an hour later, Xuan Chengzi woke up and found that Lin Nianci was in his arms, and both of them put on clean clothes as if traveling.
After plundering so many national games and auras, Lin Nianci's new body is almost immortal. In just a few hours, the wound on her body had disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this scene, Xuan Chengzi's heart began to pull violently again. Reason and emotion stand on both ends of the break and forgiveness, beckoning to him, but his heart is already chaotic, and he has no idea how to choose.