The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 41

However, it was too late for Baililing to regret it. Even if she was the legitimate daughter of the Baili family, the Baili family would not be willing to offend Lin Yunyuan who was like a lunatic for her.

With a trembling voice, she argued palely, "I...I don't know..."

Before she could say the name, Lin Yunyuan seemed to be irritated, his ink sleeves swung suddenly, and a powerful force rushed towards Baililing with an undeniable momentum. Like tearing something, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, trembling, she lowered her head to look at her dantian, it was empty.

Do not--

A shrill voice sounded, startling the birds.

Baililing stared at Lin Yunyuan with some resentment, but she didn't know that this was just the beginning, and she would spend the rest of her life experiencing the real purgatory one by one.

After finishing Baililing, Lin Yunyuan's indifferent eyes fell on Anyi, the eyes were as real as they were, weighing as much as a thousand catties, making him breathless.

"This subordinate has failed the trust of the Patriarch, and is willing to apologize with death!" A sad voice sounded, and the sword in An Yi's hand swung across, blood spattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground slumped.

This was already his best ending, and it was a gift that the Patriarch was willing to allow him to die so resolutely.

An Yi's head twisted slightly, blood spurted out and splashed on the corner of his eye, covering his vision with a blurred red, he looked to the southwest, which was the direction where the young master left, a tear of blood flowed down the corner of his eye Slowly slid down, and finally sank into the loess just like his master.

The few remaining people couldn't help but feel the sorrow of the rabbit's death and the fox's death. They both looked at each other and committed suicide together.

Suddenly, only Lin Yunyuan was left in the ruins.

The man in black clenched his teeth, his eyes were painful, as if he was suppressing something, his nails hidden in his sleeves sank deep into his palm, and blood dripped slowly and strangely along the cracks between his fingers.

"Ah——" the man with red eyes burst out suddenly, he raised his head to the sky and yelled, his black hair was blown up without any wind, circles of spiritual power oscillated from his whole body, and everywhere he went, everything was wiped out in ashes.

Fine dust floated in the air, and the entire city was almost leveled.

Chu Mingyu who hurried back saw this scene.

The dots of light suddenly spread out, like fireflies at night, dazzling and beautiful, those starlights swirled up like a flower, exuding a clear and moving aura, just like a young man alive.

The starlight overflowed and then dissipated. Lin Yunyuan stretched out his palm, and just when his fingertips were about to touch the starlight, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded. Sometimes he cringes like a child.

Chu Mingyu felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart. For this reason, he rushed back day and night without sleep, but saw this scene in front of him.

His hands suddenly trembled a little, and he almost couldn't hold the sword steadily. An idea popped up uncontrollably in his mind, but he kept avoiding it in his mind. After speaking, it took a long time before he asked awkwardly, "Patriarch Lin, where is... Zhiyan?"

Lin Yunyuan's eyes sharpened, and the spiritual power in his body attacked Chu Mingyu indiscriminately. The word "Lin Zhiyan" seemed to have become his taboo.

Chu Mingyu didn't dodge either, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he insisted on getting an answer.

Until the starlight was about to overflow, Lin Yunyuan suddenly came back to his senses, spread his palms, and sucked in both hands, the starlight in the sky was gathered in his palm, curled up into a beautiful, shining white light ball, the white light ball There was a faint shadow of a young boy on the ground, Chu Mingyu was struck by lightning, his heart seemed to be torn apart, the wind was blowing, the cold was piercing, his whole body trembled involuntarily.

With a bang, Chu Mingyu could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

"Extend him..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yunyuan carefully put the ball of light into a delicate and transparent white jade box, and then put the small jade box in the front of his chest like a treasure. After doing all this, he He glanced at Chu Mingyu without any emotion, and in a hoarse voice, said the first sentence since the two met, "Yan'er's... It's better that it has nothing to do with you, otherwise, even Chu He can't protect you." hold you."

The words were full of warning and danger, Chu Mingyu didn't realize it, he stood there in a daze, still couldn't believe it in his heart——

The boy who had a peach blossom face when we first met him, the boy who smiled innocently like white paper, the boy who called him senior brother obediently, the boy who was so softhearted that he didn't even pay attention to an ant, just like that... gone?

With a choked heart, a mouthful of blood spewed out, Chu Mingyu covered his chest, and bent over in embarrassment, but he still couldn't stop the piercing pain.

"Senior brother!" The few people who followed him were anxious. They were originally sent by Taixu Xianzong to do tasks. It was useless, so I had to follow back. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen?

Chu Mingyu waved his hands and said tiredly, "You guys go back first."

"Brother!"

"go back!"

The disciples left worriedly, while Tuliu Chu Mingyu was still standing there in a daze.

After a long time, the brocade boots slowly stepped over the dust of the ruins, making a creaking sound, and the desolate cold wind blew, as if the cold had penetrated into his bones, and Chu Mingyu, who was never afraid of the cold, trembled.

He walked all over this city whose original shape could not be seen by himself, from dawn to dusk, he was in a trance.

A crisp and sweet voice rang in my ears, with a little boyish unaware arrogance, "Brother, why are you here alone?"

Chu Mingyu turned his head suddenly, and what he saw was the empty wilderness, only the cold wind howling past.

The pain in his heart was even worse. The tall man bent over in pain, and his steps were chaotic. He always thought that his love for his junior was only superficial, just a possessive desire for beautiful things. To put it bluntly, he was arrogant and startled Chu Mingyu, who is extremely talented, has always refused to admit that he fell in love with a fool.

But the reality slapped him harshly. He never thought that the loss of the young man seemed to hollow out his heart.

※※※

The bamboo forest is swaying, still green and verdant, Taixu Xianzong is the same as usual, one more person, one less heat, has no effect on this huge sect, the little boy in front of the steps struggles to hold a big broom, and sweeps carefully. The fallen leaves that fell on the steps the night before went, the sound of dead leaves rustling, the cold wind blowing, the little boy couldn't help shivering, and murmured, "This autumn will come soon."

The day after day of sweeping made him very familiar with the land in front of the temple gate. He had just finished sweeping a corner, and when he was about to sweep in another direction, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw something unbelievable. Stuttering, "Chu... Brother Chu..."

From the plane of the mountain, a figure slowly appeared. The person was dressed in dark patterned purple clothes. The luxurious and charming sleeves almost fell to the ground. The clothes seemed to be filled with streamers. The sculpted face was as frosty as ever, and Ling Lingran seemed to be able to freeze people into ice cubes. The little boy never dared to look directly at the face of this chief disciple, but now he stared at him without blinking as if he had seen a ghost. look at the man--

The three thousand hairs are like snow, fluttering slightly with the biting cold wind, which can almost burn people's eyes. The man didn't realize it, let the snow-like hair brush his cheeks, closed his eyes, and walked slowly up the mountain .

His hair turned white overnight.

The little boy was trembling, he found that the cold air on Senior Brother Chu's body seemed to be getting heavier, and he couldn't help but feel fear from the distance.

The other party simply didn't notice him, and almost instantly, the purple figure disappeared.

Ask Tiandian.

Chu Mingyu walked into the hall expressionlessly, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and the waves were calm. When Chu He saw the young man with white hair, his pupils shrank, "What's going on with you?"

Chu Mingyu raised his head, but his eyes were bloodshot. His voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear, "Yanyan is dead." After saying this, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength. The tall young man looked tired and slumped. show.

Chu He was startled, and couldn't help but become cautious. He still liked that pure child, but compared to outsiders, Chu Mingyu was obviously more important. He said calmly, "Patriarch Lin has never Xuanyang, how did you know?"

Even though he said so, Chu He knew in his heart that this matter was probably true. A few days ago, it was said that the Lin family had cleaned up a group of people in a mighty manner, almost bleeding into rivers, making the outside world confused. That's why.Chu He looked at his son who was more and more like him, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He originally thought that this son was heartless and ruthless, and he thought he was an excellent seedling for cultivation. , I didn't expect that he would have been moved a long time ago?

Seeing the young man with white hair, who was clearly at a vigorous age, but as dead as a dying person, Chu He said in a stern voice, "Go to retreat first, and see how you make yourself. "

Unexpectedly, Chu Mingyu looked straight at him, his tone full of longing and hope, he heard the son who had never called him say, "Father, I heard that Fu Xuqin can turn back time, right?" ?”

Chu He stood up from his seat in shock, his sleeves suddenly swept off the teacup, and splashed it on the feet of the young man who was standing below him. His tone was furious, "Nizi!"

Chu Mingyu still stood stubbornly at His Highness, his expression was firm, and he said with certainty, "Fu Xuqin is in your hands, right?"