Immortal Voices Chapter 117: Outside
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The man made no sound. He shook his hands in the air and shook his hands in the air. The old woman was held in her palm by a huge fist formed by spiritual power. Seeing that the old woman would bleed to death from Qi orifices, Rong Xian couldn’t bear it. Living.
She is very concerned about the forces behind this person. If this person died like this, it would be hard to find clues.
She moved, and the aura in the Water Spirit Orb quickly enveloped a layer of mist around her body. As her figure fluttered, only the vague figure behind the mist could be seen.
At the moment when the mist appeared, the man's aura within a hundred meters radius disappeared as if swallowed by a giant beast, and his attack also dissipated.
"Who!" The man asked vigilantly at the mist that suddenly appeared.
He didn't show up on his face, and he was extremely vigilant. He didn't notice the slightest when this person appeared. He was abrupt as if he was there, thinner than fog, more illusory than fog, like a person but not a person, like a ghost but not a ghost, Unpredictable.
Rong Xian stopped in front of the old woman, looked at that person after seeing that the person could hold on for a while.
Her voice is indistinguishable between men and women, and it fluctuates like the current image: "Her life is mine."
"Yours? Snatch someone in my hand, you have thought about the consequences!" As he said this, the surrounding area instantly formed a thick layer of ice.
Only this trick can be seen, the man's cultivation is unpredictable.
The mist fluttered gently, seemingly unaffected, and then the man listened to the man’s tune and said weirdly: "Oh, no one has dared to speak to me like this for a long time."
The hem of her clothes shook, and a familiar sign came into the eyes of the old woman who hadn't lost consciousness. The old woman's eyes protruded, which was the symbol of Wuxin Cliff, Moonlight Grass.
In the entire small world, only Wuxin Cliff has this kind of grass, and Wuxin Cliff’s magic repair clothes have this kind of logo, the difference is the quantity.
Generally, there are more than three moongrass embroidered on the clothes of magic repair. Venerable Hanxi, Venerable Moon Ningyue, and Young Master Rong Yu are two. Only Venerable Xixin, who is the actual ruler, only embroiders the clothes. There is one.
The old woman hobbed her throat for a while, and finally screamed out: "Relieve the heart!"
Although her voice was faint, she still caught it with the man's cultivation.
The man's face changed suddenly, not only for the identity of this mysterious person, but also for her cultivation.
Because the man only realized when he lowered his head that the ice layer covered by his spiritual power had long since disappeared, and there was no trace of it. Such unconscious methods made him frightened.
Rong Xian obviously ignored the man's meaning. She had to get the news she wanted before the old woman couldn't hold on.
But before that, she has to clear the field.
As for this guy who obviously knew her master, I believe there is always a chance to meet him.
Moreover, she doesn't think this person can have any friendship with Master.
From this person to the master, it seems that they are not the same.
Rong Xian snorted coldly, the powerful desperate pressure made the man unable to even move his eyes.
She flicked her sleeves away, and a terrifying palm hit the man in the air.
Rong Xian withdrew her hand slowly, well, she is now clearly avenging her personal revenge.
Who made this person hide away unkindly, so that she could not use her hands and feet, and was injured by the old woman.
Then, she said indifferently in the weird and weird tone: "This palm is a lesson for you, step back."
The man covered his chest and vomited blood. There was no resentment in his expression, and he did not dare to leak half of his negative emotions. If he was discovered by this demon master, who knows whether he will die here.
It is not clear how strong the Lord Xixin is, but his unmatched power has made him unable to resist any resistance.
He didn’t dare to delve into why the old woman had looked for the news that Rong Xian knew the Lord Xixin, and then Lord Xixin really appeared. He just bowed his head in awe, and said in a humble tone: "Thank you The Lord is merciful and bid farewell."
He flickered and disappeared here quickly.
I have learned the terrifying secrets today, and he believes that as long as he keeps a close eye on Rong Xian, he will know what he should know.
The man stood in the distance and looked deeply at the martial arts field, and left without looking back.
Seeing that the man didn't play any tricks, but left sincerely, Rong Xian smiled lightly, and she knew the current affairs.
She looked down at the old woman, her tone full of irony: "I heard that you are looking for this seat, do you think you can get the artifact if you find this seat? What a joke."
She still has a calm tone, but the old woman can hear the coldness and fierceness inside: "The artifact chose the Rong family one thousand and six hundred years ago, and one thousand and six hundred years later, it is still in my Rongshi today. In the hands of the descendants, you do everything possible to get the artifact, don’t you know that the artifact will recognize the Lord? "
Hearing her words, the old woman's eyes widened, as if trying to see through the people behind the mist with all her strength, but in vain.
She squirted blood, and squeezed a word from her throat: "The Lord will have a way, you are just a lowly demonic cultivator in the lower world..."
She died before she finished speaking.
The mist around Rong Xian has not cleared, and her expression is extremely solemn under the mist.
I thought that the enemy was hiding in a corner of the world, but didn't expect the enemy to be much stronger than she thought. Isn't it a person from Xiaoqianjie?
Rong Xian sneered. Since the people outside Xiao Qianjie didn't take action personally, it proved that they have scruples. No matter what the scruples are, it is convenient for her to do it.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Rong Xian's expression remained unchanged.
She is pregnant with a wooden spirit orb, and the huge vitality in it can save the old woman.
But she didn't even think about saving people. This person is her enemy. It's kind enough not to do it personally. How could she save people.
"Did you hear it?" Rong Xian's voice was no longer a weird and weird tone this time, but a creepy dark and deep.
Somewhere behind her, black mist floated out, and Qu Lang turned into a human form, lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Subordinates heard it."
Qu Lang really wished that he had never appeared at this time, why did he have to hear such secrets so quickly, whether it was an artifact or an enemy from outside the small world, he could not know.
Oops, the Lord doesn't want to kill people.
Thinking of this possibility, Qu Lang was wet with cold sweat.
Rong Xian didn’t know that her subordinates were scared to death by her own brain supply. She said with a deep expression: "Check it out and let Hanxi send all the people. You must hide the outside world in Xiaoqianjie. The forces within are uprooted."
Her voice was not loud, and her tone of voice was light and gentle, but it was so calm, Qu Lang trembled fiercely in fright.
Rong Xian glanced at him indifferently, and her phoenix eyes were clean and almost cold and said: "There will be such a mistake on my site. If the magic gate is not useful, there is no need for it."