Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

"call…."

Liang Lin slowly opened his eyes. He looked in the direction of Ling, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

It was a feeling of helplessness.

The strength of Ling is hard to describe, he is Tao, just like the highest state pursued by monk Xuanyan.

It's not at the same level as his realm.

All kinds of past events flashed across Liang Lin's mind, one by one, one by one, very clearly.

People you've met before, things you've done.

The villages I have lived in, the places I have visited, and the battles I have experienced.

The pictures of his life seem to be slowly emerging in his mind at this moment.

According to rumors, this is a phenomenon that will only appear when the soul is about to perish.

It was only now that Liang Lin knew that this was not just nonsense from his predecessors, this rumor was true, and when he was dying, all kinds of past events would appear in his mind one by one.

Those events that are still fresh in memory, the faces that will never be forgotten.

At this moment, the first thing that appeared in Liang Lin's eyes was a look of relief.

But it was just a flash.

He squeezed out a bitter smile, and there was too much helplessness in his eyes.

Facing the edge, just like in his life, there are too many unavoidable things.

His life was full of ups and downs, and he had made up his mind to walk an invincible road, man would conquer the sky, and not succumbed to the law of heaven, but in the end, he still died on the road of fighting against the law of heaven.

Looking back at the past, there are all people who have left, and there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood under their feet. It seems that nothing is left except for regrets.

Between heaven and earth in life, if a white horse crosses the gap, it is just suddenly.

People are like Qiuhong who has faith, and things are like spring dreams without a trace.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew, and dust flew in the air. Liang Lin glanced across the battlefield, everything withered, and everything in the world lost its vitality.

Everywhere you look is desolate and unbearable, the starry sky has turned into a dark night, without any light, it is gray and extremely cold.

"Crack."

Liang Lin's body was covered with cuts and bruises, blood was overflowing, and his divinity was greatly reduced.

He has no way to persevere anymore. Facing this catastrophe of annihilation, it is difficult for him to move forward alone. He is about to leave and completely disappear in this world, as if he had never been here before.

Looking back at Xuanyan Continent, Liang Lin's eyes were filled with sadness.

"I can't die, let alone die here..."

He lost his voice and said, but there was no way to make another sound.

The injury was so severe that there was no cure.

He seemed to see in the dim starry sky, an army from outside the territory broke into the Xuanyan Continent with great force.

The gossip formation has been breached, and everyone in Xuanyan has fallen.

The faces, the scenery everywhere, are all at the mercy of others, leaving only footprints that step on the painstaking efforts of every generation of emperors.

He stretched out his hand to the sky vigorously, but he was almost unable to lift his hand.

Liang Lin's eyes slowly closed, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and finally he lost all strength.

No matter how much he persisted, no matter how strong his will was, he still couldn't resist Leng's attack.

"Whoa..."

Vaguely, Liang Lin heard the sound of raindrops.

Very peaceful, very peaceful.

His eyes were covered by a burst of light, which was an extremely dazzling golden light.

In a trance, it seems that there is an extremely ancient chant, and it does not know where it came from, and it feels very mysterious.

"Use my lifespan to repair his bones, use my origin to replenish his blood!"
"Thousands of scars, add to my body, sacrifice my soul, sacrifice his soul!"
"Liang Lin."

"wake!!!"
That ancient voice was very hoarse, like a ghost walking in the world, with a sad and shrill voice.

"Liang Lin... wake up quickly..."

The vicissitudes of life sound far and near, high and low.

Gradually passed into Liang Lin's ears, and gradually became clearer.

"Thousands of scars, add to my body, sacrifice my soul, sacrifice his soul!"
The sound came one after another.

It seems that the power connected to the avenue belongs only to the trajectory of the avenue, poured into Liang Lin's physical body.

This vicissitudes of life awakened Liang Lin's will, but he still couldn't make any movements, couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't control his body at all.

It was as if he had been forcibly brought back from hell by the voice.

"Quickly kill her!"

"Keep her away from the caretakers!!"
Loud shouts came from outside.

But there was no picture on the artifact of the ancient painting, which meant that Liang Lin's consciousness basically fell into a coma, and this incident did not remain in his memory.

But this made the monks outside the ancient painting artifact extremely depressed.

They really have no way to imagine what kind of scene it is in the picture they have never seen.

The old monster from outside the territory who is like an iron wall, plus the three ascending to the sky, the person who wants to save the emperor, how fierce the risk will be.

"senior……"

In the ruins of Jiuchongtian Palace, at this moment, Ye Luoyang's eyes were inexplicably red.

She said something softly.

Turning around, there were actually two lines of teardrops rolling down her face.

At this moment, she no longer looked indifferent, nor did she look like she had nothing to do with herself.

She finally had expression on her face.

Like a child who has lost a loved one, his eyes are full of sadness and helplessness.

....
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The chanting came over and over again, and Liang Lin's consciousness became more and more clear.

He was currently in a cold, dark confinement space, his physical body was completely out of his control, and he was falling continuously, with no end in sight.

"Liang Lin..."

The extremely hoarse singing came one after another.

Liang Lin finally opened his eyes, a bright light appeared in the confined space, he was finally able to control his consciousness, and he could see clearly what was happening outside.

The fire was raging, and there were large bloodstains everywhere.

In a dim starry sky, killing cries resounded throughout the sky, one after another peerless old monsters flew into the distance, bringing out phantoms in the nine heavens.

"Shua!"
In that dense group of old monsters.

A plain figure, carrying the Dao of Heaven and Earth, passed countless powerful enemies, and flew towards Liang Lin in a hurry.

It was an old woman with wrinkles all over her face. She hunched over her body with thin silver hair and flew over quickly with a cane.

She was so depressed that she couldn't see her original appearance at all.

But she was wearing a very flowing light-colored long dress, which looked particularly out of date for her age.

The most shocking thing is that there is a blood hole the size of a fist in her chest, and the blood is constantly flowing out, which is basically equivalent to being pierced through, and it looks extremely tragic.