Immortal Voices Chapter 137: Dead
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At this time, the restraint was faltering under the bombardment of the three people from Tsinghua University, until the fast-flying Shen Jiuliu gave the final blow, and the restraint broke apart.
The thick smell of blood and the evil and disgusting breath pierced into the nose, and a cloud of black mist that seemed to condense the most evil breath in the world quickly flew out of the room and floated in front of Tsinghua University.
It has no body, but the strong malice can be sensed by everyone.
It blocked the door of the room, preventing everyone from going.
"Get out." Shen Jiuliu's cold voice couldn't hide his anxiety.
He wasn't sure what Xiao Xian's current condition was. Through the black mist, he could only see that Xiao Xian's condition was not very good, and the pool of blood on the ground was still slowly accumulating.
In his perception, Xiao Xian's breath has been weakening.
Things Shen Jiuliu can sense, Tsinghua and others are of course no exception. Tsinghua’s mind moved, and the long sword in his hand turned into ten thousand swords to form an impenetrable sword prison, and the black mist was firmly locked in it. .
"Mei." Rong Xian called softly.
Even if she knew she couldn't hear, she still couldn't hold it back.
"Sister, why are you doing this. Even if I stay away from the magic repair and no longer touch any darkness, I will still be me and I can't change it." Her voice was slightly bitter, with a touch of helplessness, "Even if I will do thousands of good deeds in the future, and I will still be the demon master who kills countless people. Why do you bother to take me out of that world."
Lou Hanxi can't hear her or see her, but Lou Hanxi is still stubbornly carrying out what she has decided long ago.
She wants her sister to live cleanly in this world, be loved by everyone, chased by everyone, and even live with her share.
Tsinghua’s attack was sharp and merciless, and the black mist did not wait to die. A huge dark aura poured in from all directions, the bright moonlight in the sky was covered by a cloud of black clouds, and the black mist continued to be raging in evil spirits.
Countless black shadows emerged from it, forming a personal shadow surrounding the entire yard.
"Om~" The sound of the sword sounded in the depths of the soul, the black mist suddenly expanded, and the sword prison that surrounded it instantly collapsed.
Tsinghua's face changed, his hands quickly formed marks, leaves, flowers, flying sand and rocks all turned into sharp blades and struck towards the black mist.
"Yangming, Sixin, go in and save people." Tsinghua and Heiwu hurriedly ordered.
Without waiting for Yangming and Sixin to react, Shen Jiuliu has already flown in.
Just stepping into the room, a strong smell of blood puffed my nose.
At a glance, he saw the woman lying on the ground as if she was asleep. The white skirt was dyed red with blood, and the blood was dripping from underneath her eyes.
Shen Jiu left a staggering foot and almost fell.
Because at that moment, the slight vitality in the perception has disappeared.
His face was as pale as paper, and his hands, which had always held a steady sword, were shaking a little at this time.
Rong Xian's figure shook, it seemed clearer, and it seemed more vague. She was certain that the essence of the sword emperor had completely confined the body, and the essence and blood had not been transformed, and the body could not wake up.
"The essence of the sword emperor is really domineering, even a drop of blood, the sword emperor is self-evident." Rong Xian frowned in thought.
"Xiaoxian..." Shen Jiuliu's lips trembled, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
Rong Xian walked in front of him lightly, reaching out to pat his shoulder, but passing through him directly.
Rong Xian chuckled in a low voice: "I didn’t expect that one day I would become like this. Everyone can’t see, hear, or feel, as if forgotten by the whole world. Tsk, this feeling is really uncomfortable. ."
She looked at Shen Jiuliu, Shen Jiuliu's pale face was not much better than hers, and Rong Xian sighed with the look that seemed like the sky was falling.
Shen Jiuliu didn’t know that the beloved was standing in front of him watching his every move, he was holding on to his suffocating chest, couldn’t believe Xiaoxian would leave him, and he didn’t want to go. Believe.
His steps slowed down, as if he didn't dare to take a step forward, cautiously lest he scared those who were lying peacefully asleep.
"Xiao Xian." Shen Jiuliu whispered.
He walked in front of Rong Xian step by step, just a few breaths, but he seemed to have gone through a long life.
The pain in his heart seemed to be too heavy for his legs to support his body. His legs softened and he knelt in front of Rong Xian.
Shen Jiuliu stretched out his hand to touch this man's cheek, but stopped in mid-air again. The fear deep in his eyes could no longer be hidden. He was afraid of losing Rong Xian and was afraid of death.
He thought that as long as he turned around, Rong Xian would have been waiting for him, but he never thought that Rong Xian would leave his world abruptly.
Obviously they will meet again after thirteen years, and they will protect him from the wind and rain and secretly protect him, and they clearly said in front of his father’s grave that they are not worried about leaving him...
Xiao Xian, Xiao Xian...
"It turns out that you are so painful." Chunche's voice sounded in the room, but no one could hear it.
Rong Xian stood in front of her body, looking condescendingly at Shen Jiuliu, her clear phoenix eyes squinted, and her voice is a clear voice that has never been heard before: "People always understand after losing Cherish, it is ridiculous that they have been pursuing lost things and have been losing more things. Yu Xiu, are you one of the many beings?"
Shen Jiuliu couldn't hear and didn't answer. His mind was full of Rong Xian's goodness, scenes and scenes were all beautiful memories of being with Rong Xian.
The end of life will put an end to all the stories, and will slowly change the memories of those who are still alive, and remove the bad ones, leaving the most memorable beauty.
At this time, Yangming and Sixin also broke in, and they saw at a glance the person lying there who was dyed red with blood and looked like exquisite ceramics. The contrast between the red blood and the white clothes and black hair was beautiful. Heart palpitations, but without any popularity.
"She's dead?" Si Xin exclaimed.
Shen Jiuliu ignored her, his cold brows were full of sadness, looking at the people on the ground.
Yangming didn't have the time to pay attention to his mind, he hurriedly took out the Xu Ming Dan from his arms and stuffed it into Rong Xian's mouth, and shouted in panic: "Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister..."
The pill turned into a pure power and entered the woman's body, but the person still did not respond. She fell asleep quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she was having a sweet dream.
But Sixin knows that this person can't wake up, he won't be able to wake up for the rest of his life.
The joy in Si Xin's eyes burst out, and even Zang couldn't hide it.
Rong Xian finally died, she finally died.
Sixin is very happy, and I feel that I will definitely be able to eat one more bowl of rice today.
Rong Xian glanced deeply at her thoughts, and her light and fluttering body landed at the door.
She didn't care about Sixin's attitude. They didn't fit together. Compared with the Buddha's mouth, Sixin's frankness seemed to be more acceptable.
But this does not mean that she forgave Sixin, and only hopes that Sixin will not be in her hands in the future, otherwise she will settle the ledger.