The only way

Chapter 460 Who Doesn't Want Ling Yan?
"who are you?"

The low murmur, in a trance, came from the deepest part of my heart.

At that time, Lingchu was at the critical moment of forming alchemy, and was disturbed by this sudden question.

The originally smooth spiritual power in the body suddenly became chaotic, and on the peaceful face, the brows were slightly frowned.

Could it be the heart demon level at the time of alchemy?

This was Lingchu's first reaction, but this idea was overthrown by Lingchu almost in an instant.

No, not the Heart Demon Gate.

She had never heard that the Xinmo Pass when forming a pill could still chat with people.

Feeling vigilant, Lingchu was unwilling to respond to this inquiry that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. However, this voice kept ringing in his heart. Gradually, it seemed that there were countless people, with countless mouths, just like this in front of you. In the ear, deep in your heart, asking you over and over again.

It seems that if you don't get an answer from Lingchu, you won't give up.

Layer after layer of voices lingered in Lingchu's ears, deep in his heart.

This voice seemed to have some magical power, bit by bit, disintegrating Lingchu's vigilance.

When Ling heard his own voice for the first time, his breathing was disturbed.

She heard her own voice ringing in her heart.

"I'm Yu Lingchu."

In an instant, Lingchu only felt his hairs stand on end, and suddenly appeared in his mind, when they entered the Deep Sea Demon Eye, when they were in the Crystal Dragon Palace, they were warned countless times, the Deep Sea Demon Voice.

This is the magic sound of the deep sea!

Lingchu didn't know why, so he believed so firmly.

"No, you're not Yu Lingchu." After Lingchu answered, the voice suddenly became sharper.

"You are Yu Lingchu, who is Li Lingyan?" That voice was so sharp that it seemed to pierce people's hearts.

The piercing made Lingchu's mind flustered.

Li Lingyan.

It has been a long, long time since this name has not appeared in her world.

It's been a long time since Lingchu almost forgot that this name used to be her name.

"Li Lingyan was originally a non-existent person. In this world, there is only one person named Yu Lingchu."

For the first time, Lingchu spontaneously answered the voice deep in his heart.

This answer made the voice in the bottom of my heart burst into laughter. Sometimes the laughter was deep like a whisper, sometimes it was clear and clear like a loud voice, and sometimes it was slender like a jiao'e.

For a moment, people couldn't tell whether the owner of this voice was a man or a woman, old or young.

"Li Lingyan, what a good name. Taking such a name should be a good vision for you," the magic voice sounded softly, and Lingchu's heart was about to move, "Do you want to see, be your father, What was it like when you were given this name?"

The sound is like the poison of datura flowers, penetrating into the bone marrow and bewitching people's hearts.

There was a strong resistance in Lingchu's heart, and the expression on his face began to struggle.

However, everything cannot be controlled by her mind.

When a gleam of light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him, Lingchu saw the tall figure in front of him and the familiar brocade robe, and his heart became cold a little bit.

The tall figure in the gold silk brocade robe was facing Lingchu with his back, he couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see the delicate embroidery on the delicate brocade robe, and the black boots also embroidered with gold thread.

This tall figure seemed to be saying something, but it was so vague that people couldn't hear it clearly. As the voice gradually became clearer, the surrounding scenes became more and more obvious.

This is a shrine.

On the altar of the ancestral hall, there are rows of spiritual seats. There is a faint smoke in the incense burner, and the burning candles illuminate most of the ancestral hall, allowing people to see the rows of altars on the altar. Clearly.

All the spiritual positions start with the word Li.

This place should be the ancestral hall of the Li family.

And as the scene became clearer, Lingchu finally heard the words of that tall figure clearly.

"The ancestors of the Li family, Li Jinye, the unworthy descendant, hereby respectfully tell the ancestors that I, my wife and my wife Yu, gave birth to a Jiaojiao for my Li family this morning. After thinking for a long time, I decided to name her Ling Yan."

"Rong Huayao Chaori, who doesn't want to make Yan?"

"She was born in the early morning, when the sun is rising in the east. I hope that she can shine brightly like the rising sun."

"Lingyan. Lingyan"

The sound of Lingyan echoed in my ears, and the tall figure was gentle and full of joy.

Even if Lingchu couldn't see that person's face, he could still imagine the joy and hope on that face.

However, she only felt that her hands and feet were cold, and there seemed to be a layer of frost on her brows and eyes.

Lightly looking away, Lingchu is not like other monks, going mad or crazy, but calm as if everything in front of him has nothing to do with him.

"Have you seen enough?"

Lingchu's voice sounded coldly in this ancestral hall, "Li Lingyan, this name has never been included in their Li family's genealogy, so what if the expectations are high? It's just an obscure name."

"What's more, whether it's Li Lingyan or Yu Lingchu, I am me."

The voice is Lingling, full of calmness and firmness.

My heart is not moving, so everything is disturbed.

"My name is Yu Lingchu."

After finishing this sentence lightly, Lingchu closed his eyes, and did not give even a single look to the scene in front of him, and the tall figure.

On the stone platform of the Deep Sea Demon Eye Formation.

Lingchu's figure sitting cross-legged is still straight, and the expression of struggle between his brows and eyes remains undiminished, but his breathing and spiritual power have returned to stability again.

However, not everyone can look at their past so calmly, or the things in the deepest part of their hearts that they are least willing to mention and face.

Some people resumed their steady breathing, while some people's faces turned red, and their throats were throbbing. Then, a scarlet blood overflowed the corners of their mouths.

What's more, with a direct wow, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. His face was covered with blue veins, and his face was covered with a layer of black air. There were traces of blood oozing under his skin.

In an instant, the robe was dyed red and penetrated into the stone platform.

Plop, plop.

In less than a year, several figures fell down, their breathing was disordered, their brows were tightly frowned, and their faces were pale.

And these fallen figures, even though they are still breathing, still have their eyes closed tightly, their faces are ferocious, and their brows and eyes are full of struggle and pain, as if they have fallen into the deepest dream.

The only consolation is that at least, no dead people have appeared on the stone platform.

Even if there is only one breath left, at least there is salvation.

This is also why, this time, the monks who formed the alchemy in the deep sea magic eye, the celestial phenomenon of alchemy appeared so early, and their grades were a little low. Under the interference of the deep sea magic sound, they were able to successfully form alchemy and did not directly go crazy , already has a good heart and outstanding talent.

　Some people use their childhood to heal their whole life, and some people use their whole life to heal their childhood.The life experience of our female goose, um, which sentence do you think it will be, hehe.

　　
　
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