Brother Xiuxian became a demon for me

Chapter 50 Red Brahman Sanskrit (4)

When Song Lingchen came back from saving someone, the disciples who went with him accused him of colluding with the demon world and having an affair with Sanskrit.

The most unexpected thing was that Song Lingchen didn't deny it, he just kept silent and let them slander him.

In a fit of rage, the Penglai Patriarch sent people to the Penglai Heavenly Punishment Platform, where he was punished by thunder every day.

Song Lingchen was restrained and pierced through his shoulder blades, and he was prostrate on the ground. His body was blood-stained, and he had already lost half of his life. His body was covered with whip marks. The few people who didn't like it took the opportunity to oppress and whip him.

Patriarch Penglai asked him again and again: "You know you're wrong."

Song Lingchen remained silent.

Patriarch Penglai didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn, so stubborn that he didn't even quibble, and there was nothing he could do if he wanted to let him go.

The thunder billowing above the dark clouds strikes over, this is the daily thunder punishment of the Tianxingtai.

Penglai never imposed heavy punishments on his disciples, if he made a mistake, he would be imprisoned at Siguoya and repent for a few years at most.

So far, there are only three disciples who have been on the Tianxingtai.

He raised his head and looked at Patriarch Penglai: "Master, what is an immortal and what is a demon? Sanskrit sounds are only for the clansmen..."

Patriarch Penglai was taken aback by the question, rolled up his sleeves, and said sharply, "I don't know how to repent."

"Ling Chen, when I first met you, I saw that your celestial relationship was shallow, but when I met you, I wanted to save your life. You worked harder than any child, but how can immortals and demons go against each other?" He drew the sword in one hand The light came down, and then he cut off the bones of his body and destroyed his cultivation, "You go back and be a mortal. I, Penglai, don't work with the demons."

The pain of cutting bones and destroying pills made Song Lingchen heart-rending, and he was thrown to the foot of Penglai Mountain.

Before leaving, the disciples in the sect saw how pitiful he was, and muttered, "Master, did you strike too harshly?"

"What do you know? I heard that the Xianmen of the Xiaoyao Sect was slaughtered because someone acted as an internal agent of the demon clan. This is for the disciples to see."

He naturally heard what the two of them said clearly, but he didn't bother to care about the master's intentions, his heart was ashamed, and he didn't know what to do next.

He moved his fingers and crawled on the ground.

A pair of black boots came into view, Song Lingchen looked up at the person who came, it was his senior brother who had denounced him.

"Junior brother, isn't the martial arts competition of the sect very good? Why is it like a stray dog ​​now?" As he spoke, he thrust his sword into the back of Song Lingchen's hand.

Song Lingchen gritted his teeth and stared at the visitor fiercely. When he pulled out the sword, he bit down on the visitor's leg with such force that he seemed to crush his bones.

The man yelled in pain, "Song Lingchen, you traitor, I killed you today to do justice for the heavens."

As he spoke, he was about to raise his sword.

Before the sword fell, a gust of wind hit his face, and a trail of blood was engraved on his face instantly, and then his whole body flew out.

Before he could recover, a cold light flashed, and the man died under his sword.

Song Lingchen raised his neck, slowly got up, and looked at the woman standing high.

A woman is like a woman standing on the top of the sky, making him unattainable.

He took a step forward, wanting to tell her that the fairy demon has nothing to do with her or him.

Song Lingchen tilted his body and called out, "Fan... Yin..." and then fell to the ground.

Fanyin frowned and looked at the embarrassed young man, even if she didn't want it, she would not allow others to bully her.

She never expected that he would be so stubborn that he would openly ask that old bald donkey in Penglai for an explanation.

She knelt down, looked at the unconscious man quietly, brushed his slightly rough fingers to cover his hair, and murmured: "Why do you?"

Sanskrit placed the person in the cave where he hid last time, and summoned the Xuankun mirror with one hand to isolate the surroundings from stillness, only then did he dare to look directly at the person in front of him.

"I was born as a demon, and I will die for thousands of demons." Sanskrit lightly stroked the young man's cheek, sighing, "Why are you so stubborn? Just admit your mistake!"

He insisted on speaking for her on the execution platform, and she saw that scene in her eyes.

The relationship between them was just a joke caused by her meeting once. She wanted to draw a line with him, but in the end she relented.

"Song Lingchen, what are you thinking in your heart?" Sanskrit suddenly asked solemnly, but the words seemed to be asking himself again.

After Fanyin said this, he felt ridiculous.

She is the witch Sanskrit, bloodthirsty and murderous, immortals and demons are afraid of her, how could she ask such stupid words.

She spies on him to see how her little pet is surviving.

She took the Heart-biting Gu, and wanted to use him to experience the pain of love in the world.

She also wanted to know how this boy would end up because of her.

But... In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, she couldn't bear it!

Her cold face was finally a little moved, and finally she bent down and kissed the boy's cool lips.

It took a long time before she got up, she was decisive and her expression returned to normal.

Sanskrit used half of his cultivation to connect the fairy bones for him and condense the golden core.

"Is this the taste of love? Song Lingchen, this is paying you back. If one day remember to come and kill me."

Then he sealed Song Lingchen and her memory in the Xuankun mirror, and then said to the Xuangui who was huddled together: "Qiqi, guard him from now on."

Xuan Gui nodded silently.

Jiang Ye knew that Fanyin's battle at Hongchahai turned into a handful of blood in the end.

She wanted to know why she died, and what happened to Song Lingchen!
But the whole space began to collapse. She tried her best to find the direction, but when she turned her head, a sword from the sky pierced through her chest.

Pain, suffocation, and chills hit her instantly, and she couldn't tell whether it was the Sanskrit sound or her own feelings.

The young man who rushed towards her was the face of Song Lingchen and Mu He. She was in a daze, but the tears from the corners of her eyes trickled down, and she touched the young man's cheek unconsciously with her hand. Her smile was as bright as the sun: "I finally waited until you came to kill me."

Perhaps the Xuankun mirror automatically stored the last scene of Sanskrit before his death.
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"Senior Sister, wake up." Mu He patted Jiang Ye's cheek lightly, and held him in his arms.

He also experienced the memory blocked by the Sanskrit sound in the Xuankun mirror, but what he saw was Song Lingchen's side.

He seemed to feel the emotions accumulated in the young man's heart, from the ignorance at first sight in childhood, the fantasy in the book, to the entanglement and joy of actually seeing the Sanskrit.

Perhaps Song Lingchen didn't care whether Sanskrit was from the Demon Realm. His love for Sanskrit was sincere and cautious. There was a barrier between the two worlds. He fell in love with Sanskrit, but he didn't dare to say it. He just hid it in his own way. in the bottom of my heart.

But all the love of the young man was trapped to death in that cave, and was also strangled in the cradle by the Sanskrit sound.

When Fanyin was about to take Song Lingchen's memory away, Mu He wanted to stop it, but he was still powerless.

He regained his senses and looked around, only to realize that his body had healed the injured part due to the remaining power of the Xuankun Mirror.

At this time, they were in the illusory space created by Xuankun Mirror, while Jiang Ye seemed to be still trapped in Sanskrit's memory.

The entire Xuankun mirror may be collapsing due to the memory of the Sanskrit, but Jiang Ye has been dragged by the memory of the Sanskrit and it is difficult to get out.

Jiang Ye struggled, opened his eyes in horror, and touched his chest, which was the place where he was stabbed, but for some reason the feeling on his chest was so real.

When the Sanskrit sound was destroyed, the Xuankun Realm was also torn apart and quietly turned into ashes, and this fragment was sealed by the Sanskrit sound, so it sank in the Hongsha Sea and was guarded by the Xuangui beast year after year.

　Thanks to the crimson orange sunset for the recommendation ticket, and thanks to book friends 20221003002603027 and book friends 20221128085859938 who have been recommending tickets to me. I remember you two. If you change your name, remember to tell me, I’m afraid I can’t find you two~
　　A few days ago, I found a little cutie helping me catch bugs, thank you hahaha~
　　Then Sanskrit’s story is finally over, I thought I’d only write 2 chapters, it’s a slap in the face hahaha~
　　


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