Immortal Voices

If you are a friend, it is a pleasant surprise, and if you are an enemy, it is okay. They make the people in the house already dead.

If we can take this opportunity to find out which enemies are hidden in the dark, we can also block some obstacles for the juniors.

The strands of dark power in the air are intertwined with each other, blood rushes into the tip of the nose, and a coldness spreads from the soles of the feet to the limbs, making the scalp numb.

Suddenly, the ancestor looked up and looked up at his head, his face was full of wonder, his voice stuttered: "You, you, what are you?"

Even Rongxian, who was no longer a human, was suspended in the air. The skirt on her body was affected by the blood and turned into a red skirt. There were flowing runes on the skirt. This rune looked familiar.

Ling ancestors: Isn't this a special rune of blood sacrifice?

What seemed to come to mind made his ancestors widen his eyes: "Are you--"

Rong Xian nodded without hesitation, taking it for granted: "Yes, I'm here to get revenge."

"Is the rune shaped?" The ancestor made his own guess at the same time.

The two were relatively speechless, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, okay?

Fortunately, the ancestor knew that it was not a good time to be in a daze. He took the lead in returning to God and thought of what the mysterious man had just said before, his expression immediately vigilant: "I don't know what enmity the senior has with my family?"

Rong Xian blinked his eyes and said casually: "Ah, it was about 1,600 years that the family destroyed my family. One thousand years ago, I destroyed the family. Today, one thousand years later, I find that the family has returned. There was a leaking fish, so I came to the door again. "

Ling Pao :! !!

Make the rest of the family :? !!

The ancestor arrived at Rong Xian's fluttering tone. He seemed to think of something, and his eyes were filled with fear: "Are you reverent for the Lord?"

He experienced the genocide of his family a thousand years ago, and the main culprit that caused it all was to reverence the Lord.

Except for the ancestors, the rest of the family is not even qualified to hear the name of the Lord, even if they are enemies.

Rong Xian looked down at the ancestor, comfortingly, "It seems that I am impressed with you enough."

This sentence means confession.

The ancestor's face changed greatly, he could not help but take a step back.

But when he saw the blankness of his tribe, he stiffened again: "I want to come to the tribes of our tribe to destroy the tribe this time."

Rong Xian blinked, very purely: "I thought this was an obvious thing, why don't you ask again?"

The old ancestor laughed miserably, and then suddenly put away a smile, sternly: "Even if the Lord did not show up, I have never thought of my family to escape this calamity. I want to kill him, and listen to him. "

Rong Xian stroked the rune on his body, frowning slightly, as if he was totally puzzled: "You are already in my bag, shouldn't it be right for me to kill or slap me? Why bother to do so, righteousness Re-emphasis? "

The faces of everyone in the family were blue and white, and the scene was dead again.

The air was embarrassed again, and the tragic atmosphere created by the ancestor just disappeared.

He looked at Rong Xian weakly: "Does the Lord come to see our joke?"

Rong Xian seemed to think of something, and afterwards, he felt very straightforwardly, "No, I took some time to show up, of course, it's not because of your jokes."

She pointed out sharply: "Your posture does not make me physically and mentally happy, you are not miserable enough."

Seeing that the ancestor was about to explode, Rong Xian slowly added: "I appeared to tell you that you, the ancestor of Zhongqianjie, don't count on you."

When she went to Zhongqianjie, where did she get the surging order of surname Ling.

Make the ancestor sneer: "Although the Lord is calling for wind and rain in the Nether, but there is nothing in the upper world. Without reaching that level, you will never know how strong the monks in the upper world are, and the strong in the lower world are ants. "

Rong Xian sighed, "If you want to honestly admit that you are an ant, why do you want to take this seat?"

He sneered his ancestors, unceremoniously: "Because the Lord is in the upper realm, he is also a ant."

Anyway, he was going to die, and it was good to be able to anger him before he died.

Without this deadly chasing the old enemy who persevered the family, Jun Cong will surely make the family flourish.

Ling ancestors did not know at all, Ling Jun, who had been given high hopes by the whole family, had stood side by side with Rong Xian for a long time.

Well, it makes the ancestors very old and sweet.

Rong Xian didn't get angry because of his satire, she regretted falsely: "It seems that you have already begun to degrade the strength of this seat in order to make yourself feel better. Then there is no way, man Once you deceive yourself, it will be scary. "

After a pause, she continued: "As soon as I arrived, you revealed that there was still a fish that leaked the net in Zhongqianjie. It wouldn't let me let any enemy down. This is really—"

Seeing that his ancestor's face was furious again, Rong Xian moved elegantly across the runes flowing in front of him, sighing in an incongruous tone: "The sky has eyes--"

Make everyone in the family: "..."

Rong Xian glanced deeply at the ancestor, spreading the evil spirit of his body, the figure disappeared from reality and vanished.

Rong Xian looked at his ancestors with a guilty conscience: "..." What, what happened?

But the figure that had bewildered the family has disappeared strangely, leaving no trace at all.

The ancestors waited for a while, but still nothing happened.

Make the ancestor: "..." Is it true that the presence of the Lord is to say those two words?

"Old ancestors?" Jun Yi timidly called.

Returning the ancestors to God and restarting the blood sacrifice could not be achieved no matter what the intention is to honor the Lord, so that the failure of the ancestors of the family could not be known to the ants.

Rong.Yi.Xian did not disappear, but restored her previous posture, and no one could see her or hear her.

Instead of paying attention to the dying Ling family, she stared at Ling Junyi without blinking.

Ling ancestor pinned the hope of Ling family on Ling Junyi, so the power caused by the blood sacrifice must be poured into Ling Junyi's body.

If Ling Junyi got this power, she would really not live long. In the end, she could not even keep her soul, but she might see Ling Juncong while she was alive.

No matter what, the family always survives one person—Ling Jun Cong.

Rong Xian's expression was dim and unclear, and her eyes were unpredictable.

With the acceleration of energy fluctuations, a stream of blood was drawn out and poured into the hands of the ancestors. Everyone's face twisted with pain, but none flinched.

When the blood and spirit disappeared, the flesh and blood became pure power followed closely.

Jun Yi watched the clan people disappear into blood and blood, tears dripped from her eyes.