Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 957 The Real Infernal God

At the same time as the war at the border.

Dragon Temple.

Clang!Clang!Clang!
When Hou Fengling was invited to come, the first thing she heard was such a voice, clear and crisp, as if someone was sharpening a sword.

The subtle light fragrance came from the hall, which smelled very nice.

The soldiers stood outside the hall, just like before, but she could clearly see that they were trembling, but not so much.

This situation is completely different from what she saw last time.

The person in the palace is definitely not Di Longyin.

Only a clear voice came, "Since you are a distinguished guest, why don't you come in and see it?"

The moment he heard the voice, the trembling frequency of those soldiers seemed to increase, causing Hou Fengling to frown slightly.

"Hmph, just go in!"

Today, she wanted to see what kind of characters were inside.

Step forward, climb the steps and step into the Dragon Temple.

The first thing that came into view was a young figure, with a heroic posture, sitting there upright.

The crystal red hair hangs down naturally, and a pair of golden double pupils are bottomless. In the environment like Yan Luo Ghost Prison, there is an indescribable detachment. The whole person is perfect to the extreme, sacred and flawless, and it is unforgettable.

After just meeting each other, Hou Fengling's attention was attracted.

beauty!

Whether it's face or temperament, they are impeccable.

Clang!
The sound of sharpening the sword echoed in the hall, clear and crisp.

The figure held a long sword in his right hand, the blade was clear and clear, and a silver rock in his left hand, sharpening the edge again and again.

After being awakened, Feng Ling asked: "The sword in your hand is already sharp enough, why do you continue to sharpen it?"

"This sword is a gift from my friend. It is impeccable in terms of casting material, craftsmanship, style, and strength. The name of the sword is Nirvana. It is pleasing to watch and kill enemies."

The figure sitting there didn't stop moving, and the words that came out were not hurried or slow:
"Sharpening the sword, of course it's time to use it."

The journey from the misery to the ghost prison was not long, and Lin Chongyang knew the situation clearly just by meeting him, so the present scene happened.

Hou Fengling praised: "It is indeed a very beautiful sword."

"Unfortunately, the one who can talk to me is not you."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the clear sword light flickering in the hall, ignoring the space and sinking into Hou Fengling's eyebrows, breaking through the fog, and seeing the true self.

immediately.

"You have come this far."

Although his appearance has not changed, his tone of voice and temperament are completely different from before.

At this moment, she was no longer Hou Fengling.

It's - Wujian Yanshen, the real Wujianyanshen.

When Lin Chongyang liquidated the ghost prison in the past, it was impossible for her in Yan Temple not to sense that aura, which was extreme and powerful.

Lin Chongyang looked at her: "Surprised?"

It is very easy for Master Lin to awaken Wujianyan's true self through spiritual consciousness, and it is also convenient to talk in such a posture, so that there will be no disagreement and fight.

Looking at Nirvana, Hou Fengling said firmly: "You have killed a god."

"I've killed more than one." Lin Chongyang said to her calmly after hearing the words: "This nirvana has also been full of blood."

The clear sword light rises and dances in the hall, reflecting the scene of the past.

The martial arts of gods, the calamity of immortals, the evolution of visions, and the turning of pages in ancient history.

The golden robbery light flew out, causing all things to wither, there was the lament of gods and demons weeping for death, and there was also a kind of scalp-numbing coldness, as if it was specially created for killing immortals and gods.

I saw a pool of blood splattered in Hou Fengling's eyes.

"Who?"

"The sun shines on the gods."

As one of the oldest beings in the world, God Wujian Yan has heard of Taixi Shenzhao, and he can also hear the other party's warning.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I should be the one to ask you this sentence."

The sword light deflected for a moment, and the scene of the frontier was reflected in the palace. Dilong Yin, who was standing as the head of the prison dragon with a gun, was confronting Wujianyan, who was standing as the head of the sawing crocodile. The Santu River dyed the Guiji River red.

"Is this really irreversible?"

At this moment, if she doesn't understand the meaning of Lin Chongyang's words, all these years of her life will be in vain.

Leng Ji's disabled siblings are of great use to her.

"Why bother? At your level, there are still things you can't ignore. Is it worth it to be an enemy of me for a pawn?"

Master Lin's learning ability, looking at the difficult situation, I'm afraid he can't find a second one. In another time and space in the past, he didn't like the attitude shown by the god of death, but it didn't mean he couldn't use it.

"There are only a few of the most powerful gods in the world. People like you and me are the same kind of people. I believe you know the changes today. The battle of gods can be avoided if it can be avoided."

Tie Muyan sharpened the sword edge of Nirvana over and over again, but Lin Chongyang's words revealed a lot of information:

"As long as he dies, the root cause of the dispute will be eliminated. After all, you have never reached out to a difficult situation, nor have you ever thought of destroying the world. The ghost prison and Yan Shen's realm can still coexist harmoniously in the future."

Hou Fengling stared at him, fell silent, and began to think.

God, naturally has the dignity of God.

After half a quarter of an hour, she slowly opened her mouth: "Although he has descended into the ghost prison, he has not stepped into the misery yet."

"All Souls Festival, I don't believe you don't know."

It took time for Hou Fengling to understand what emotion is, but Lin Chongyang is willing to talk to her at this moment, but he just doesn't want to expand the matter:
"Based on your experience, you should know that everything can be let go, and you are doing the same, personal honor and disgrace, the dignity of the gods, you indulged the small private actions of the two stepson, allowing them to have what they are today.

Return to the divine body and slap him to death, and everything will be over. If you can't bear to do it because of friendship, I can do it for you. Left and right are just a matter of a sword. "

"You have a very close relationship with Di Longyin." Hou Fengling said clearly.

The master that Yutianlongshen said should be the person she is facing now, and the turmoil in Yanluo Ghost Prison in the past has had a lot of influence.

Lin Chongyang replied: "How can the strong give in to the weak?"

"Why do you insist on going your own way? Or, do you think this posture is very interesting? If you return to the main body and take charge of Yan Temple, I will spare his life."

If Wujian Yanshen still chooses to entrust his power and Wujian law to Yanshen's stepson, he will be an ordinary person...

"Even if you give up your power, your essence has not changed. Before you recover, the restraint on him will be minimized. It is impossible for me to gamble his conscience with the safety of the people in a difficult situation."

Speaking of this step, Lin Chongyang's attitude has already been made clear, no matter what, he is just worried about Yan Shen's stepson.

At this time, Hou Fengling suddenly said: "What if you let him receive your sword? Just like those ghosts."

"As long as you agree." Lin Chongyang's tone was flat.

This might be a way, but killing people is much easier than brainwashing, and there will be no future troubles.

Of course, it also depends on who makes the move.

"If this action reassures you, I am willing to give in."

After weighing many parties, Hou Fengling still made a choice.

(End of this chapter)