Immortal Voices Chapter 50: Hate
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Standing in front of Cuizhu, Rong Xian gazed slowly, the token that exuded a touch of coercion deep in her consciousness did not move half a point.
Rong Xian's expression turned gloomy. She didn't expect that she was injured to such an extent by the devilish energy, and the responsibilities imposed by heaven on her still exist.
She didn't repair demons after she was reborn, but the **** still exists.
Forget it, I expected it, didn't it?
After being brought back to the holy mountain by the previous demon lord, she killed too many and was entangled in karma. In order to survive, she made a deal with the heavens. She suppressed the Jumei Demon Prison at the cost of freedom, and let the Jumei Demon Prison suppress her for her. The power of karma is the condition.
This is equivalent exchange, no one owes anyone, it is her...
Rong Xian sighed heavily. After she was reborn, she wanted to unilaterally end the transaction.
As if realizing his own innocence, Rong Xian's gloomy expression instantly calmed down.
She wandered for a moment, then coughed lightly, pressing the flashing guilty conscience into the bottom of her heart.
She pretended that she had been in a daze, and after a light cough, she closed her eyes and pretended to practice the sword.
Rong Xian's realm is high and profound, even if she pretends, she is better than others.
Although she is practicing swords, she doesn't have any swords in her hands. The huge divine consciousness captures the traces of nature. Each trace is Tao, and that Tao is her sword.
When Rong Xian came to Xuanhua Mountain, he often watched his elder brother Yang Ming teach Sixin. Although it was a basic sword technique, she realized something based on her aptitude.
Three Thousand Avenues, different routes lead to the same goal.
The magic way is the way, and the immortal way is the way.
The law is the Tao, and the sword is the Tao.
Even if you don't touch the sword, you have a sword if you have a word in your heart. If you control the sword with your heart, everything can be a sword.
In an instant, Rong Xian's mood broke through.
Her eyelashes quivered slightly, and the green bamboo leaves were dyed with a faint sword qi, which was hardly detectable, harmless and concealed.
But when the bamboo leaves moved with the wind, the bamboo joints collapsed and they were directly cut off.
Rong Xian opened her eyes, and a warm and soft smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She couldn't see that the sharp sword energy had come from her at all. Of course, no one believed that such a gentle and kind doctor could have such a decisive sword energy.
If Anyang sees him at this time, I am afraid that he will never dare to say to Rong Xian that he likes to propose marriages. In front of Jian Xiu, he has always been very aggressive, most afraid that Jian Xiu will not agree with him. Draw the sword.
Looking at the bamboo joints on the ground, Rong Xian rubbed the stone on her wrist, her expression gloomy.
"Wearing the mask for a long time almost became a habit. Seeing you little things in front of me for so long, I really thought I was the benevolent, pure and good doctor." Rong Xian said softly.
Behind her, the shadow on the ground was slightly twisted and shattered by a sword air.
A Qi paused in the quiet part of the main courtyard. The puppet he had just left disappeared? Could it be that there are still masters in this mansion, he pondered for a while, and he was puzzled.
If you don't think of it, let it go first, and do business first. His hands quickly pinched a restraint, and then he took out a mirror.
The mirror is half-moon-shaped, and the whole body is cumbersome and simple carvings. You can't see what it is, but it gives people a mysterious feeling.
It is suspended in mid-air, and the figure of Condensing Moon is reflected in it.
"Aqi, what's going on?" Condensed Moon's expression was flat, and there was no coldness in front of other people at all.
As soon as Ah Qi wanted to speak, but his eyes fell on the big snake lying on the pillar behind Condensed Moon, the corners of his mouth twitched and asked: "Why is Ah Jin here?"
Jingyue said irritably: "Don't worry about that beast, let's talk, what's the matter?"
A Qi said with a solemn expression: "Venerable, I discovered the breath of the Lord Xixin during this period of time when I came to Fanchen. She is not dead."
Jingyue's face changed, and she believed it without any doubt. Her savage face was unbelievable, her eyes were crazy and fierce: "Xixin is not dead?! Qingbo is a trash, this can't be done well. I am. Planning for hundreds of years, but in the end it fell short."
Hearing the name of the Great Demon King, the big snake on the pillar happily flicked its tail and shattered the ground paved with bluestone.
Ning Yue turned her head and looked at the snake coldly and said: "Don't be silly, no matter how happy you are, she won't come back. I will definitely kill her."
The big snake spit out the core in disdain, thinking secretly, this year the owner is not good, no matter how unreliable it looks. Can you kill the Great Demon of Xixin? Stop making trouble.
It shook its big head and kept turning its eyes. It seemed that it had to find the owner again, and it always felt that the current owner would take pills sooner or later.
On the other side, Qi's conversation continued.
"Sir, what shall we do now? Lord Xixin will definitely not let us go." A Qi said with some trepidation, with unconcealed worries on his face.
Jingyue: "What's afraid of, I can count her once, and I can make her die a second time."
With grief in her eyes, she clenched her fists tightly, dripping blood fell on the ground without realizing it, she pulled the corner of her mouth, and she was a little bit sad.
"Sixin destroyed my teacher's door and annihilated my family a thousand years ago. There were tens of thousands of people, and none of them survived. At that time, the blood was flowing into a river, and the blood was raining for three days and three nights. Crawling out of the river of blood, giving up reincarnation, giving up transcendence and becoming immortal, I have carried countless lives on my back. Even if it turns into ashes, I will have no place to bury my heart."
How could she forget that Xixin used her own power to destroy her kinsmen and ancestors, leaving her from being the proud girl of heaven to nothing.
The man stood indifferently in the clouds, watching her relatives struggling and wailing without a trace of emotion. That man was a heartless devil.
Jing Yue looked at Ah Qi, and said every word: "She lives once, and I will kill her once, even if I lose myself."
As for the firmness and determination, Ah Qi heard clearly.
His eyes suddenly became sour: "Ningyue..."
"Aqi, I am sorry for you. If you are tired, you will accompany me to use this unacceptable method to regenerate and become a baby, and there will be no future life." Ning Yue said hoarsely.
Back then, when she and Aqi were just newly married, they went all the way to go home, who knew that the sect was destroyed halfway through the road. Before she woke up from the shock, the family was slaughtered.
She stood in a rain of blood, her body wet with blood but there was no escape. It was the blood of her relatives, the blood of the people she cared about and those who cared about her, but those people no longer exist.
When she finally saw the enemy, she found that the enemy was taken away by the demon lord at the time, and she was really fateful.
She violated the rules of her ancestors and suffered the pain of cutting bones and flesh. At the cost of not entering the cycle of reincarnation, she eventually became a life-reversal technique. After tens of thousands of layouts with Ah Qi, she finally sent herself to Xixin.
Later she found out that the reason for Xixin's move was because her sect destroyed Xixin's home, but she didn't believe a word, she wanted to pay for it.
Unexpectedly, but a few hundred years later, she actually saw Ah Qi, and her newlywed husband also practiced the technique of rebellion.
He is here to accompany her!