Immortal Voices

At this time, the restraint was crumbling under the bombardment of Tsinghua, until Shen Jiu Liu, who was flying fast, gave the final blow, and the restraint broke apart.

The thick **** smell and evil disgusting breath penetrated into the nose, and a black mist seemed to condense the most evil breath in the world and quickly flew out of the room, floating in front of Tsinghua University.

It has no form, but it can be sensed by all the heavy malicious men.

It blocked the door of the house, preventing everyone from going.

"Get out." Shen Jiuliu's cold voice couldn't hide his anxiety.

He wasn't sure what Xiao Xian was doing now. He could only see Xiao Xian's condition through the dark fog. The blood on the ground was still slowly accumulating.

In his perception, Xiaoxian's breath has been weakening.

What Shen Jiuliu can sense is certainly no exception. Tsinghua and others are no exception. When Tsinghua moved his mind, the sword in his hand turned into a million sword to form an impenetrable sword prison, and the black mist was firmly locked inside.

"Amei," Rong Xian called softly.

Even though she knew she couldn't hear it, she didn't hold back.

"Amei, why are you doing this. Even if I stay away from the magic and no longer touch any darkness, I still can't change it." Her voice was slightly bitter, with a hint of helplessness, "Even if I do it in the future Thousands of good things are still the masters of countless killings, why should you bother to take me out of that world. "

Lou Hanxi couldn't hear her and couldn't see her, but Lou Hanxi was still stubborn in carrying out the things she had already decided.

She wants her elder sister to live cleanly in this world, loved by everyone, chased by everyone, and live with her share.

Tsinghua's attacks were sharp and merciless, and the black mist was not waiting. The huge dark air came from all directions. The bright moonlight in the sky was covered by a cloud of black clouds, and the magic was constantly raging in the black mist.

Countless black shadows emerged from it, forming a personal shadow surrounding the entire courtyard.

"Om ~" The sound of the sword sounded as if deep in the soul, the black mist swelled suddenly, and the sword prison surrounding it collapsed instantly.

Tsinghua's face changed, his hands quickly printed, leaves and flowers, flying sand and stones turned into sharp blades and attacked the black mist.

"Yangming and Sixin, you go in quickly to save people." Tsinghua and Heiwu told him busy.

Shen Yangliu flew in before Yang Ming and his thoughtful reaction.

Just stepping into the room, a thick **** smell came.

At a glance, he saw the woman lying on the ground as if asleep. The white Luo skirt had been stained with blood, and the blood dripping under him was extremely dazzling.

Shen Jiu stayed with a cricket at his feet and almost fell.

Because just at that moment, the slight vitality in perception had disappeared.

His face was as pale as paper, and his hands, which had always been very stable, were trembling.

Rong Xian's figure shook. It seemed clearer and more blurred. She could be sure that the essence of the sword emperor had completely confined the essence, and the essence could not wake up without the transformation of the essence and blood.

"The blood of the sword emperor is really overbearing. A drop of blood is still so. The sword emperor is self-evident." Rong Xian frowned and thought.

"Xiaoxian ..." Shen Jiu yelled, his voice as if squeezed from his throat.

Rong Xian stepped in front of him lightly, reaching out to pat his shoulder, but his hand passed directly through him.

Rong Xian laughed in a low voice: "I didn't expect that one day I would become like this, everyone would not see, hear, or feel it, as if it had been forgotten by the whole world. Alas, this feeling is really uncomfortable."

She looked at Shen Jiuluo, and Shen Jiuluo's pale face was not much better than her, and the expression that seemed to sink into the sky made Rong Xian sigh.

Shen Jiuliu didn't know that the beloved was standing in front of him and watching his every move. He was holding on to his suffocating chest, and couldn't believe Xiaoxian would leave him, and he didn't want to believe it.

His pace slowed down, and he seemed afraid to take another step forward, being careful not to scare the person lying asleep.

"Xiao Xian." Shen Jiuliu whispered softly.

He stepped in front of Rong Xian step by step, just a few breaths, but like a long life.

The pain in his heart seemed too heavy to support his legs, and his legs were soft and kneeled in front of Rong Xian.

Shen Jiuliu reached out and tried to touch the man's cheek, but he paused in the air. The fear deep in his eyes could no longer be hidden, he was afraid of losing Rong Xian and was afraid to die.

He thought that as long as he turned around, Rong Xian would always be waiting for him, but never thought that Rong Xian would leave his world abruptly.

Thirteen years later, they will meet again. They will protect him from the wind and the rain. He said in front of his father's tomb that he would not be relieved ...

Xiao Xian, Xiao Xian ...

"It turns out that you are so miserable." A pure voice sounded in the room, but no one could hear it.

Rong Xian stood in front of her body and looked down at Shen Jiuliu. The clear eyes were squinting, and her voice was a kind of clarity that had never been heard before: "People always know how to cherish after they are lost, ridiculous. The thing is that they are pursuing what they have lost and have been losing more. Yu Xiu, are you one of those beings? "

Shen Jiuluo could not hear or answer. He was full of Rong Xian's goodness in his mind, and the scenes were beautiful memories with Rong Xian.

The end of life will bring an end to all stories, and will slowly change the memories of people who are still alive, removing the bad ones, leaving the most memorable beauty.

At this time, Yangming and Sixin also broke in, and they saw a person lying on the floor who was stained with red blood and looked like a fine ceramic. The red blood was beautiful compared with white clothes and black hair. Without any popularity.

"She's dead?" Thought exclaimed.

Shen Jiuliu ignored her, her cold brows staring sadly at the people on the ground.

Yangming didn't have the time to bother his mind either. He hurriedly took out the renewal Dan from his arms and shoved it into Rong Xian's mouth, shouting in panic: "Little sister, little sister ..."

The elixir turned into a pure force into the woman's body, but the person still did not respond. She fell asleep quietly, her mouth slightly tilted up, like a dream.

But Sixin knew that this person could not wake up, and he could not wake up in this life.

The joy in Si Xin's eyes burst out, and he couldn't hide it.

Rong Xian is finally dead, she is finally dead.

I'm so happy that I can definitely eat an extra bowl of rice today.

Rong Xian glanced deeply at her heart, and her fluttering body landed at the door.

She didn't care about the thoughtful attitude. They didn't agree with each other. Compared with the people with jealous hearts, the frankness of thinking seemed more acceptable.

But this does not mean that she forgives Sixin, and only hopes that Sixin will not commit it to her in the future, otherwise she will calculate the general account.