Immortal Voices Chapter 254: Buried

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Rong Xian seemed to see the depths of Lily of the valley through those misty eyes.

She sits upright, looking straight ahead, no matter her look or breath, she has a chill.

The eyes that contain thousands of stars are as clear as a **** descending into the world, and the straight back is like a sword, or at this time she is a sword.

"You are not flat." Rong Xian frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"Why are you unfair? Shengge, you brought it, and you used this kind of trick. Just because I didn't sink like you, you're unfair." Rong Xian accuses righteously: "Your mood is too bad."

Lily of the valley almost squirted out a mouthful of blood. If she could not control her body now, she would definitely rush forward and die with Rong Xian.

It seems that I know what Lily of the valley is thinking, Rong Xian thought for a while, raised his hand and pulled her hair in front of her, and said thoughtfully: "Don't be angry, I actually paid the price just like you."

Lily of the valley was astonished. At that moment, her confused eyes became clear for a moment.

Only that moment was enough for her to see clearly that Rong Xian Shuanghua dyed her hair, the dusk was heavy, and her breath was weak.

"Hahahaha." She laughed loudly, full of wanton joy.

Rong Xian, Rong Xian, even if I didn't win, I didn't lose, I didn't lose.

For a moment, your head turns white and your life is exhausted. You won't be able to live long, Rong Xian, I am waiting for you in hell.

A stream of blood spurted from Lily of the valley's mouth, and she actually broke herself during the short period of clarity.

Rong Xian is a little puzzled, don't understand what Lily of the valley is happy about.

Is her pursuit to exchange her life for her white head? This wish is too arbitrary.

Rong Xian pondered for a moment, but 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 into the trap.

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

It's a pity that Lily of the valley, and Rong Xian's information is not equal.

In the monk's body, the white head, the dusky darkness and the weakened breath at this moment, of course, exhausted his heart and life, and he was not far from death.

Ke Rongxian didn't mention the existence of the Wood Spirit Orb, but the blessing of her own Dragon Qi and the resistance of the sword emperor's essence and blood were enough to keep her intact.

It can only be said that in her life, Lily of the valley will only be happy when she is dying.

And that is just an illusion.

After smelling the faint smell of blood, Rong Xian's expression did not change at all, but he beckoned to the magic repair who stood still: "Buy it."

Moxiu replied respectfully, and immediately reached out and dragged Lily of the valley's body down.

Rong Xian looked up at the sunset of Shen Shenxi's slope, felt the fluctuation of the devilish energy, and immediately looked back, only to see a group of demon cultivators escorting Qi Pan over.

The number of magic repairs is much less than before. It seems that Qi Pan has lost a lot of people in the fight.

"My lord, Qi Pan has already been brought." Mo Xiu replied respectfully, licking his face.

Although Qi Pan is at a disadvantage, he is still arrogant and invincible. He asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? You are not the magic repair of Wuxinya. I have never seen you."

Rong Xian blinked, and the sword energy swelled out all over her body. The huge pressure made everyone present as if swallowed by the invisible sword energy, two tremors, and her pupils contracted in horror.

The cold sweat on Qi Pan's head ran down his forehead, nape of neck, and back.

With a click, the drop of cold sweat hit the ground.

Sword Qi slammed into Qi Pan's large holes at the same time. The moment the sword Qi penetrated his body, his large holes were sealed, the spiritual power in his body was cut off every inch, and his veins were crushed to pieces.

Immediately, the powerful aura suddenly received, Qi Pan was so distressed that he was vaguely dying, only to hear that person’s voice was utterly cold: "I know that the magical power of some people's cultivation can turn others' cultivation for their own use. Now, Qi I will leave it to you."

Qi Pan's eyes went dark, pain fainted, and then he never had a chance to wake up.

Rong Xian's words fell, and the demons all looked happy. They all heard what this adult meant. They rarely had the opportunity to practice with quick methods. This rare opportunity gave demons The repairs were very excited.

"Go, you can't step into the tomb Mianfeng for half a step if you have nothing to do." Rong Xian's aura all around her body converged, and the whole person looked harmless.

But none of the magic cultivators dared to look down upon her. After the magic cultivators responded respectfully, they pulled Qi Pan and left gently.

Only Rong Xian is left here, and the silent tomb is shining with a single green light, weird and terrifying.

Yong Xian feels that this place is the most cordial, but she has stayed here for more than a thousand years, and no one is more familiar with the plants and trees here.

She sits among the tombs, like a loyal guardian, and like a figurine without any popularity.

The Haotian Immortal Sect, Shen Jiuliu's eyelids were beating constantly for the past two days, only to feel that something major had happened.

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

"Sword Head, did you find Xiaoxian's position?" Shen Jiuliu couldn't conceal the anxiety in his heart.

The sword head shook his head and said: "The subordinates are incompetent. I have never found news of Miss Rong."

Shen Jiuliu waved his hand, the sword head retreated knowingly.

Shen Jiuliu pressed his chest, listening to his heart beating again and again, only feeling irritable.

He took out the purse, and wanted to look at the two stone dolls again. His fingertips inadvertently drew the cedar blossoms on the purse, leaving his eyes bright for a long time, as if thinking of something.

After he put his purse back next to his body, his hands quickly formed a seal, and the obscure energy spread through his micro-center.

A familiar flower is looming, Shen Jiu stayed to see this flower, and he immediately tightened his body, his eyes faintly excited.

The cedar flower reappeared, and he can find Xiaoxian again.

Shen Jiu paid attention, and the cedar flower flew away quickly to lead him.

Outside the holy mountain, Rong Yu stood on the shore panting: "Senior Ye, where is the teacher's breath now?"

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

Ye Wenchun stretched out his hand and pointed: "There."

Rong Yu's face sank: "That's Wuxin Cliff."

The voice fell, and he was gone.

Su Xuan and Ye Wenchun didn't say a word, they chased in that direction.

Ling Juncong's face turned pale, no matter how lucky he is, his background is always inferior to that of Rong Yu and others, his cultivation base can't match, nor can his speed match.

But looking at the backs of Rong Yu and others, Ling Jun gritted his teeth, raised his spiritual energy and chased him up.

Tomb Mianfeng, a cedar tree flower in front of Rong Xian was flashing, but she did not open her eyes, as if her eyelids were already heavy and she could no longer lift them up.

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

The thin white dress fluttered in the wind, as if she could dance with the wind at any time, but she never opened her eyes from start to finish.

The fourth day is about to pass, and there are three more days left. After three more days, Shengge will be solved.

In the depths of consciousness, Rong Xian's soul is also sitting cross-legged, but the soul is dim and colorless, and it appears from time to time.