Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

"The sword is not old, teacher..."

The moment Osa shot, bloody flames finally rose from under his armor, forming a lifelike and hideous projection behind him, as if an evil god descended here, trampling the sky and the earth.

Belief System - Six Paths

Commander Shura Dao

——Looks like the sky is not the sky!

Osa's dangerous strike only had time to delay the opponent for less than a snap of a finger.

Amid the brief shock coming from behind, Lin Xuan raised his head and saw the furious girl in front of him.

She must have never been so angry... How has such a young lady suffered such humiliation?

Facing the neighing of the obsidian sword, Lin Xuan let go of his ten fingers and took a step forward.

without any resistance.

But in the flames, he held the girl's hand, and the flames erupted from the obsidian sword, burning away the curtain left by the night, trying to burn the opponent's body.

And the two are already close at hand, clinging to each other.

Lin Xuan could even see Weishaupt's dilated pupils, as well as his own reflection in them.

In this fleeting astonishment, she lowered her head and whispered softly in Weishaupt's ear: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for those words just now."

She raised her arms and hugged Weishaupt's shoulders:

"but--"

During the gap between the piercing beats, Lin Xuan supported her waist, and suddenly flipped when her steps crossed, like a dance step in a noble banquet.

Swap positions.

Block Weishaupt in front of Joseph's blade.

The sure-killing blade came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the illusory singing, the phantom of Lin Xuan's fingertips of Plague Dream flew out, followed her left hand upwards, wrapped around Weishaupt's right hand holding the sword, and bound the two of them together.

Lin Xuan said:

"—parting is always sad, isn't it?"

At that moment, the rotten dream from the remains of the Plague King was launched!

Unspeakable sadness and desolation, accompanied by the blockade of divinity and the suppression of the stigmata, emerged from Weishaupt's heart.The dream has penetrated into the body, tightly bound to the source.

Let the feathered snake, which symbolizes the sun, fall into the cage.

No matter how violent it is, how quickly it collapses—the power of the raging plague and pain is being quickly drawn out.

Anger doesn't help, and pain doesn't change the truth.

"Before we part, why don't you let me experience a Chinese dance, ma'am?"

Close to the girl's cheek, Lin Xuan smiled, pulled her arm, and guided the jerky girl to take a dance step to the left and circle.

A low rhythm echoed with the staggered footsteps.

Marching in the roar of gunfire around.

Lin Xuan counted down gently, and amidst the explosion, a white figure flew out from the torn Squad A, raised his face, showed disdain to the surrounded enemies in front of him, and raised his middle finger.

Boiling flames spewed out and intersected with each other, breaking through the blockade of San Jose.

"Is this your plan?"

Weishaupt raised his eyes, and stared at Lin Xuan indifferently with his green eyes: "You can't restrain me for long, and you can't delay Joseph... Ling, you can't escape!"

But Lin Xuan didn't answer.

Just smiling and humming softly to a low beat.

“The imprint left behind it lies in the sand of living time…”

——The imprint left behind is hidden in the sands of time...

The sound of the plague being burned continued to sound, even if it was a remnant of the gods, the plague could no longer suppress the power of the sun.

And Lin Xuan has already retreated to the edge of the outer deck, behind him is the endless sea of ​​dark clouds

The man stood in front of Joseph, looking at the incarnation of the evil god in front of him, his body suddenly swelled and expanded in the white light.

In an instant, it turned into a monster that covered the sky and the sun, spread its huge wings, and roared loudly.

Dragon breath.

The fire spreads and sweeps.

It echoed in Lin Xuan's deep humming.

“Hand out for justice, even if you close your eyes, stop here, also can not touch the future…”

- Reach out to find justice, even if you close your eyes and stop here, you will not be able to touch the future...

And where is the future in this story?

Lin Xuan sighed softly, looked down at the girl who was about to break free, and suddenly asked, "Why don't we dance together?"

Weishaupt was unmoved, but just stared at her indifferently.

But Lin Xuan let go and hugged her for the last time before she returned to freedom.

"Kidding."

She smiled: "I'm sorry, if you can't forgive me, come to me... Next time, I will compete with you in a dignified manner."

As if there was a future for her, such a solemn farewell.

She took a step back.

Humming a vague tune, just like that, falling straight toward hell.

“I am looking for freedom…”

Seek freedom!

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Chapter 540 Four Remnants of the Past

The hurricane roared up from behind, and freedom and death came at the same time, marking the end of this restless show.

During the fall, Lin Xuan finally let out a sigh of relief.

Rescue my sister?

Stealing the treasury?

Mixed points?

And the most important point - low-key?

For this theatrical performance, she should give herself eight points!

It's been a long time since I've had such a sense of substitution, the sword is not old!

In the distant sky, the truck finally turned back again.

Propelled by the tail flame like a rocket, it galloped towards Lin Xuan, penetrated the gunfire of the airship, desperately trying to catch her.

But then, it shook violently.

Flame spread.

The side of the body suddenly slumped and was hit, and the flight trajectory suddenly shifted.

Osa's truck flew past Lin Xuan's body, and did not have time to catch him.

Cross over!

Only Ling'er, who had already put the body into the piano case, flew safely to the co-pilot, and Lin Xuan could even hear Osa's angry roar.

The thrown piano box was pushed away, and a figure jumped out desperately, grabbed the safety rope, rushed towards Lin Xuan, and bumped into her body.

Lin Xuan rolled in the air and fell into the abyss.

Fall, stop abruptly.

"Lin Xuan—"

In the hurricane, someone shouted and grabbed her wrist.

Lin Xuan raised his head and saw the familiar pair of fox ears and six big fluffy tails.

It's Linger!

Lin Xuan heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

Finally...safe.

But then, through that familiar smiling face, Huai Shi saw the girl's eyes.

It was pitch black, looking at him.

Quietly.

"Sorry, I was chatting with someone before and didn't pay attention..."

She asked softly: "You just said, what happened to the child in that woman's belly?

Lin Xuan froze in mid-air.

Inexplicably felt an inexplicable coldness that was about to engulf him.

……

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding... That's great."

Ten minutes later, in the emergency room in the back compartment of the armored truck, Su Ling checked Lin Xuan with a smile: "Lin Xuan, you don't need to say anything, I understand everything, Lin Xuan, you are so straight... so straight, how could you be here? Why do you do such shameless things outside?"

Lin Xuan lay on the stage, staring dumbfounded at Su Ling wielding the knife in front of his chest, hesitant to speak, and then hesitant to speak.

Sister, my liver is actually fine, so there is no need to cut it...

Forget it, Ling'er is so cute, it's just a liver cut, not a kidney, so let her practice her hands.

Seeing Lin Xuan's innocent appearance, Su Ling was laughing and angry at the same time, because she mistook the formal scholar's trial point as the teleportation TP point, and her brother caused such a big trouble again .

Sure enough, as my cousin said, this guy has a natural ability to attract all kinds of troubles, not only in all kinds of corrupt relationships between men and women...

She is already thinking about how to go out and explain to her mother that "Scholar Su is actually Lily".

However, Su Ling couldn't help crying after experiencing the super high spirituality and divine gift bonus obtained after being a formal scholar.

Not moved.

But it's so painful...

It was as if he was kicked into the gas chamber after getting used to the fresh air, making it hard to breathe.

Originally, Su Yimai was too sensitive to the resentment of remnant souls, not to mention that Su Ling still had the identity of a red thread fairy, and the history left in hell would almost instinctively entangle his soul.

This severe vertigo was even stronger than before.

At the moment of recovery, Su Ling staggered, and darkness appeared in front of his eyes.

Falling into a nightmare-like hallucination again.

"Only the last step."

A figure leaning over with a pipe in his mouth, his blurred face seemed to be smiling: "Soon, hell will become heaven... The real power will be born in your hands and will never die."

He stretched out his hand to redeem Su Ling who was in the quagmire.

But when Su Ling clenched that hand, what she felt was not happiness and peace, but indescribable... despair.

At that moment, he fell into a deeper abyss.

Countless twisted limbs were entangled in her body, pulling her down to a darker place.

"Please help me..."