"What did you see?"

"Corpses of blood."

"Why are you here?"

"He came to kill someone."

"Jinglin." The true Buddha lowered his eyes with compassion, "It's the shore when he turned back."

Jinglin raised his head and spread his whole body. His eyes were cold, his clothes were soaked in blood, and the sword was hanging down on the ground. Around him was a sea of ​​hopeless blood, and there were countless gods and Buddhas above his head.

He said softly: "It's too late."

Jinglin stepped onto the steps, and the three thousand armors in the clouds retreated together. Every time he took a step, the three thousand armors took a step back. Everyone was silent when they faced him. He was clearly alone, but he called the gods in the world as if they were facing a great enemy. He walked so slowly, as if he was still the familiar Linsong Jun.

The lotus pond on the altar of the Brahma, rippled, and was turbid by the ticking blood beads. The general of the three thousand armored general in the clouds knelt on the lotus pond, holding a spear, and shouted hoarsely, "Jinglin, why do you have to do this? Once today is over, you will have no place to stay. What hatred and resentment do you have! Even if he makes any mistakes, he should be left to the Nine Heavens Realm to deal with it. Why don't you speak, why don't you speak? You will always be so determined that you will end up being betrayed by everyone. Jinglin—!"

Li Rong actually vomited and bleeding. His eyes were red, his whole body trembled, and he choked.

“——Don’t you live anymore?”

Jinglin had already stepped on the last stage. He seemed to have pulled his warmth away elsewhere, and the rest was the bone-crying cold. The true Buddha of the Brahma altar faced him with flowers, and the monks behind him recited scriptures in unison. The people who covered the sky and the sun were all humans, but none of them stood side by side with him. His sword tip hit the ground lightly and finally stopped.

A large golden coffin lay horizontally in front of the Buddha, without a cover. The three-fold sealed Brahma chain fell layer by layer, revealing the closed man inside, with a peaceful expression, as if he was sleeping.

"You have committed a heinous crime and you must be stubborn." Zhen Buddha looked at Jinglin with a compassionate face, "You are still unwilling to put down your butcher knife when you are in front of you. Do you want to destroy all your life's merits and will only give up until you kill your father and friend?"

Jinglin seemed to have not heard it, and the Yanquan sword swept across his hands, and a blue light suddenly shone brightly. The monks' chants stopped abruptly, and then the strong wind roared out from the green light. For a moment, everyone covered their faces and shook, but the True Buddha stood firm.

"Jinglin." The true Buddha said kindly, "Be down and obey orders, take refuge in the altar of Brahma. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Lotus flowers bloomed everywhere, Buddha light shone everywhere, and the sound of chanting scriptures rose again. Three thousand armors in the clouds shouted in unison, and the killing came. The long bells on the nine-sky platform in the distance were far away, and the goddess Shengle looked like tears. However, Jinglin did not retreat but advanced, and the green ribbon color melted into the clanging silver armor, and the red blood flowers exploded together. A layer of red clouds spread across the clouds, and the swallowing spring sword flashed like flowing mercury. Blood disturbed everyone's minds. Some of the gods covered their mouths and noses and retreated repeatedly, looking at Jinglin in shock and horror. I wonder why Lin Songjun, who had neglected to make friends in the past, suddenly became such a god of killing.

Wherever Jinglin passed by, blood flowed from the steps. He could not hear the dissuasion from others. He had the golden coffin in his eyes and heart. The true Buddha seemed to be sighing, but to him it seemed to be far away in the sky. When he passed by Li Rong, Li Rong raised his arms to block it, but only his fingertips brushed Jinglin's clothes. At the moment when the golden light and the red glow intersected, the two of them became different paths from then on.

"Jinglin--!" Li Rong suddenly surged in grief. He staggered up and reached for chasing him. But his armor was pressed down and he was seriously injured. Jinglin's back was sank into golden light. The true Buddha drooped his fingers, and the green light of the Eat Spring Sword burst out. The strong wind leaped across the world. The Eat Spring Sword had already passed through the Brahma chain to take away the head of the man's neck in the coffin. The next moment, the sea of ​​hopeless blood waves slapped the waves, and the four kings of the Nine Heavens put their seals together. The clouds seemed to be hit hard, and the Nine Heavens Realm was violently shocked.

The stars gathered together, Sanskrit spiraled, and the golden light formed a hurricane. The monks recited faster, and Jinglin was surrounded. He had fulfilled his wish, threw the head in his hand down the steps, and slowly looked back. Li Rong was already in tears at some point, and in this moment, he saw Jinglin answering him.

Don't you want to live?

Life has come to this point, there is no need to.
Chapter completed!