Immortal Voices

Rong Xian seemed to see the deep inside of Suzuran through those misty eyes.

She was sitting upright, her eyes were looking straight ahead, and her expression of coldness was revealed in her look and breath.

The eyes that hold thousands of stars are like gods coming, and the straight back is like a sword, or she is a sword at this time.

"You're upset." Rong Xian frowned slightly, puzzled.

"Why aren't you right? Shengge you brought it, and you used it to make the trick. Just because I didn't sink like you, you're not right." Rong Xianyi said rightly: "Your Too bad mood. "

Suzuran almost spit out blood, if it wasn't for her control of her body now, she would have rushed to the end with Rong Xian.

Seems to know what Suzuran was thinking, Rong Xian thought about it, raised his hand to pull his hair in front of him, and thoughtfully said, "Don't be angry, I actually paid the price just like you."

Suddenly Suddenly, Sudden eyes cleared for a moment.

Just that moment was enough for her to see Rong Xian Shuanghua's hair dyeing, the dusk was heavy, and her breath was weak.

"Ha ha ha ha." She burst out laughing, full of joy.

Rong Xian, Rong Xian, even if I did not win, I did not lose, I did not lose.

For a moment, the head turned white, exhausted life, Rong Xian, you can not live long, I am waiting for you in hell.

A burst of blood spewed out of Lily's mouth, and she took advantage of that brief clarity to break herself.

Rong Xian was a little confused and didn't understand what Lily was happy with.

Does her pursuit change her life with her head? This wish is too arbitrary.

Rong Xian groaned for a while and still didn't tell the news that she could turn her hair back to black. After all, Lily of the Valley was dead, and she still didn't fall down.

Well, Rong Xian also has a very moral bottom line.

It's a pity that Lily of the Valley and Rong Xian's information are not equal.

In the monk's body, this momentary white head, dark twilight, and weak breath, although exhausted his heart and life, not far from death.

But Rongxian didn't mention the existence of Mu Lingzhu, it was the protection of her own dragon spirit and the resistance of the sword emperor's blood, which was enough to keep her intact.

All I can say is that in his life, Suzuran was only happy when she was dying.

And that was just an illusion.

When Rong Xian smelled the faint **** smell, his expression remained unchanged, but he beckoned towards the magical repair standing beside him: "Buried."

Moxiu responded respectfully and immediately reached out and dragged the lily's body down.

Rong Xian looked up at the Shen Shenxi oblique sunset, felt the fluctuation of magical qi, and immediately looked back, only to see a group of magical cultivators Qi climbing over.

The number of magic repairs is much less than before, it seems that Qi Pan's fight has broken many people.

"Master, Qi Pan has arrived." Mo Xiu licked his face and respectfully returned.

Although Qi Pan is in a disadvantage, he is still proud and incomparable. He asked coldly: "Who are you? You are not the unreliable magician, I have never seen you."

Rong Xian blinked, and the whole body's sword gas swelled out. The huge pressure made everyone present to be swallowed by the invisible sword gas, two tremors, and the pupils contracted in fear.

The cold sweat on Qi Pan's head ran down the forehead, neck, back and other places.

A tick, the drop of cold sweat hit the ground.

At the same time, Jian Qi stabbed into Qi Pan's body acupoint severely. When Jian Qi penetrated, his body acupuncture was sealed, the body's spiritual force was cut off inch by inch, and the veins were crushed to crush.

Immediately, the powerful momentum suddenly closed, and Qi Pan was so pained that he could only die when he heard his voice so cold: "I know that some people's cultivating magic has turned others into their own. Now, Qi Pan gave it to him. You guys. "

Qi Pan's eyes darkened and he felt dizzy, and then he never had a chance to wake up.

Rong Xian's remarks, the magicians were all happy, they all understood the meaning of this adult clearly, they rarely have the opportunity to practice with the quick method, this rare opportunity has made the magicians very Is excited.

"Go, you must not step into the tomb of Mianfeng for half a step." Rong Xian converged with all his breath, and the whole person seemed harmless.

But none of the monks dared to look down on her. After the respectful response of the monks, they left Qi Pan lightly.

There is only Rong Xian left here, and the tomb of death is glowing with a single green light, strange and terrifying.

However, Rong Xian feels that this place is the most kind, but she has stayed here for more than a thousand years, and no one is more familiar with it than the grass and the trees here.

She sat between the tombs, like a loyal guardian and a figurine without any popularity.

Haotian Xianzong, Shen Jiuliu kept his eyes beating for the past two days, only to feel that something had happened.

He didn't know what it was, but he was restless.

"Swordhead, did you find Xiaoxian's place?" Shen Jiuliu couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart.

The sword head shook his head and said, "The subordinates are incompetent and have never found news of Girl Rong."

Shen Jiu Liu waved his hand, and the sword head retreated.

Shen Jiuliu rested on his chest, listening to the heart beating again and again, only feeling irritable.

He took out the purse and wanted to see two more stone dolls. His fingertips accidentally scratched the fir tree flower on the purse, and he kept his eyes bright for a long time, and seemed to think of something.

After he put the purse close to his body, his hands quickly printed, and the obscure energy spread out from his microcenter.

A familiar flower was looming, and Shen Jiuyu saw the flower at first, suddenly tightening his body, his eyes were a little excited.

Shan Shuhua reappeared, and he could find Xiao Xian again.

Shen Jiu was attentive, and the fir tree flowers flew out quickly to guide him.

Outside the sacred mountain, Rong Yu stood panting on the coast: "Senior Ye, in which direction is the teacher's breath now?"

Ye Wenchun's fingertips moved around the golden mansions and flew west of the holy mountain.

Ye Wenchun reached out and said, "There."

Rong Yu's face sank: "That's the unintentional cliff."

The words fell, and he was gone.

Su Xuan and Ye Wenchun said nothing but chased in that direction.

Ling Jun's face was a bit pale, no matter how good his luck was, his background was always inferior to that of Rong Yu and others. His cultivation was not comparable, nor was his speed.

But looking at the back of Rong Yu and others, Jun Jun gritted his teeth and raised his aura to catch up.

Tomb Mianfeng, a fir tree flower in front of Rong Xian was blinking, but she did not open her eyes, as if her eyelids could no longer be lifted.

The faint cold wind raised her long hair, and the whiteness at the end of the hair continued to spread upward, little by little, as if she was draining her life.

The thin white dress fluttered in the wind, as if she could dance to the wind at any time, but she did not open her eyes from beginning to end.

The fourth day was almost over. There were three days left. After three more days, Shengge was resolved.

Deep in the consciousness, Rong Xian's spirit sits cross-legged as well, except that the spirit is dim and colorless.