Immortal Voices

"Magic repair? Rong Xian, you are in collusion with the magic repair!" The people in the gray robes were horrified when they saw the group of magic repairs.

Rong Xian showed him a smile that eclipsed the heavens and the earth, and said without mercy: "What gives you the illusion that you can leave alive tonight?"

She braced her head and said with interest: "Do you still want to reveal my true face?"

She laughed, "Did you forget your position? Would you like me to remind you that you are not on the path of justice?"

Then, her smile slowly converged, her eyes frosty and cold: "Kill them."

After receiving the order, Qu Lang and others immediately desperately worked with the gray robes. Even if they all died together, they had to complete the task of honoring the Lord.

In their hearts, honoring the Lord is God and faith.

They are willing to give everything for their faith, including life and even soul.

Seeing this group of people killed in desperation, the head of the gray robe was not calm.

If he goes on like this, there will be no subordinates left.

He stabbed sharply towards Rong Xian. Only when he caught Rong Xian would the magic repair cast a jerk.

His body was shaking slightly, and the next moment, people had appeared in front of Rong Xian.

The gray robe man's hand has been stretched towards Rong Xian. When Qu Lang and others saw this scene, they all did not respond, and his expression was faintly showing compassion.

Sure enough, when the gray robe man's hand wasn't touched by Rong Xian, Rong Xian's eyes quickly burst out of a sword.

This sword qi is different from the previous ones that teased the children of the family. The sword qi is full of creepy killings and blood like Shura hell.

The sword flew across, and the limbs of the gray robe man were cut directly.

Blood splattered on Rong Xian's skirt, Rong Xian glanced down, and the corners of her eyebrows said with pleasure: "This pattern is good, I like it very much."

‘Oh! ‘Gray robe man hit the ground.

He stared at Rong Xian with wide eyes, as if looking at a devil.

Rong Xian blinked and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't kill anyone."

Grey Robe Man: "... you still kill me."

Rong Xian said sadly: "Isn't it good to live? When you die, you have nothing."

The man in gray robe said hoarsely: "Pretend to be less pretentious, don't you just want to know the news of my power? Don't say it is so grandiose."

She looked down and stared down at the gray robe, expressionless: "So, do you recruit?"

The gray robe sneered: "I'm not high, and I know only a limited amount. Or, I only know that the master is from the Middle Thousand Realms, and I know nothing else, which disappoints you."

Rong Xian's expression could not see the slightest disappointment, she said quietly: "You are simply."

She turned her head slightly, only to find that Qu Lang and others had quickly eliminated the extra people.

She went to Qulang: "This person has given it to you. Can I ask what you can do?"

Qu Lang responded immediately: "Yes, my subordinates understand."

Rong Xian nodded. Suddenly, she looked calm.

She stretched out her right hand, grabbed her palm, and the figure of a brocade jade robe was hung in the air by a mysterious force around her neck.

"Rong, Rong Xian!" The monk squeezed these words out of his throat.

Rong Xian blinked, surprised, "It's you."

Song You said in horror: "Rong Xian, you, you actually belong to Moxiu."

Rong Xian smiled slightly, her hands loose, and Song You fell to the ground firmly.

She ignored Song You, and said to Qu Lang: "It's almost time, dispose of him, go."

After Qu Lang's respectful response, a dark mist was drilled into the palm of his hand, and he climbed directly to Song You's body. After twisting Song You's neck, he pulled the body away quickly.

The other magicians also quickly dealt with the corpses on the ground and followed Qulang to leave.

As soon as the magicians left, Rong Xian noticed the breath of Shen Jiuliu's return.

The elusive breath of her body was warmed and softened, and a soft smile was raised at the corner of her mouth. The gesture that had been indifferent before suddenly became weak.

Rong Xian glanced across the land inadvertently, and spotted blood stains on the ground.

Her eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, seemingly dissatisfied with the omissions of her subordinates.

She flicked her sleeves back, and a strong wind with water vapor washed away the blood on the ground in an instant.

Feeling that familiar atmosphere stopped outside the training martial arts field, Rong Xian condensed all the exposed sternness, and his body seemed to be overwhelmed.

Rong Xian didn't persist as if she broke a jar, she knelt directly in front of the stone monument.

Looking at the gently swaying flower, her voice was still soft, even though she was weak: "Patriarch, don't worry about me. I didn't die 13 years ago, I won't die 13 years later."

"Cough. Patriarch, you also saw Yu Xiu today. Is he better than you think?" Rong Xian coughed a few times, took a piece of parchment from her arms, covered her lips and vomited. Mouth bleeding.

Her complexion was paler than before, and she seemed weak to pass out at any time.

Rong Xian lowered her head and looked at the flowers that had absorbed her blood in front of the naked eye, growing more than a foot tall, strong and vigorous, and blossoming countless flowers tirelessly.

Then it smashed into shatters.

She chuckled, with a sadness that she didn't know: "Maybe one day, like this flower, I will disappear at the most beautiful moment. But the patriarch ..."

She touched the stone tablet lightly and said insincerely: "Yu Xiu is only my loved one. If I am not there anymore, what should he do. I know that he now has a gate, a master, and a brother and sister, but I He ca n’t rest assured, just like when you could n’t rest assured that I and him. ”

She wasn't worried about herself, and she was always worried about another person: "At that time, the group wanted to take away the sword emperor's blood, but unexpectedly the sword emperor's blood was attached to Kurume's body. He was tortured, and the pain of heartache every month made him suffer for thirteen years. "

She coughed twice, as if thinking of something, and her peaceful eyes were full of smiles, raising her head with a cheerful smile: "So I used the secret technique to introduce the blood of the sword emperor in his body into me, That curse can only be changed to a new owner, and I wonder if it can adapt. "

Immediately, her tone was entangled with two points: "I didn't mean to take away the sword emperor's blood, I just didn't want to leave Jiu Liu's pain."

After a pause, she said slowly: "Well, I have a big advantage."

But Shen Jiu Liu knew that this was not the case, that was not a big deal, that was a desperate pain.

Shen Jiuliu quietly leaned against the tree, holding the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes turned red.

He had already been flickered by Rong Xian, but turned around halfway before realizing that it was wrong. Xiao Xian's appearance just now clearly wanted to support him.