Immortal Voices Chapter 615:

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Hei Mist doesn't know if Rong Xian is poisonous.

When Rong Xian wiped his hand and threw the kerchief on the ground, the sleeve robe of the same boat outside the thunder pillar was shaken, and a golden token passed through the thunder pillar without any obstruction, and hit Hei Mist directly. .

Hei Mist suddenly screamed, as if being sucked by the gold medal, it turned into a whirlpool and flew into the gold medal uncontrollably.

"Xu Di, stop, you dare?!" Hei Wu shouted out in a panic, and was taken into the gold medal in the next moment.

Hei Mist: "..." This ruthless remark is a little bit imposing.

Rong Xian pretended to say: "It seems that I still dare."

Over the head, the gold medal completed the task, and flew meekly in front of Rong Xian and stopped.

Rong Xian stretched out his hand to catch the gold medal, rubbing his fingertips on the gold medal lightly, feeling the undetectable vibration of the gold medal machine, Rong Xian laughed lightly.

She threw out the gold medal casually, and the gold medal turned into a stream of light and fell into the hands of the same boat.

The black mist was taken away, Rong Xian lowered her head to look at Rong Yang who was lying on the ground, with inexplicable emotions flowing in her eyes.

She glanced at the thunder pillar surrounding her, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pat her chest, and her main consciousness was directly separated.

The main soul of Rong Xian looked back at the trace of consciousness controlling his body, his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, as if he saw the depths of his body.

"You help me control my body with this thread of consciousness. If necessary, I can discard the memory in my consciousness, but I must keep the consciousness itself from dissipating." The silent voice spread into the depths of my mind.

In the sea of ​​consciousness covered by a huge face, on the lotus platform rolled up by the turbulent waves, under the shadow of the condensed consciousness, an invisible force faintly spread.

"Zizai, don't worry, Dad won't let you down."

After receiving the voice from the sky, the main soul of Rong Xian retracted his gaze.

She only took two steps forward and squatted beside Rong Yang.

Looking at this pale, silent face, Lord Rong Xian closed his eyes heavily.

It's still too weak. If she can be stronger, she can rescue Yang'er directly, and he won't have to endure this kind of pain.

She stretched out her hand, seeming to want to touch the child's cold face, but the hand directly passed through the calm face.

Her hands were in the air, and a slight sadness lingered around her.

The main soul of Rong Xian: "..."

The main soul of Rong Xian lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes concealing the waves that had surfaced under her eyes.

It was just a momentary effort, and the loneliness and depression all over her was wiped out, as if she had never existed before.

Rong Xian, her reason is terrible, and she will never allow uncontrolled feelings to appear in her.

She must have absolute control over herself, and things beyond her control must never exist.

When she looked at the child on the ground again, the shallow worries between her eyebrows no longer belonged to the mother's unique worries, but the doctor's worries for the patient.

She eliminated all the emotions that could shake her mind in an instant.

"Yang'er, you'll be fine." Rong Xian's main soul smiled and said softly.

Her voice fell, turned into a beam of light, escaped from a pillar of thunder, and disappeared into the sky.

At the same time, the surrounding thunder pillars flickered and disappeared.

The next moment, Yu Guogong and others all rushed over.

Zong Zheng saw Rong Yang on the ground at the first sight. With his eyes and cultivation skills, he naturally saw Rong Yang's aura at first sight.

He trembled in his heart and turned to look at Rong Xian, who was standing quietly not far away. For the first time, he asked without the courtesy of monarchs and ministers: "Your Majesty, what happened to the second prince?"

Rong Xian's breath is weaker than before, and it is also more clean. He seems to be an ordinary citizen, standing there without the slightest threat.

She replied earnestly: "Fell asleep."

Zong Zheng choked, but he didn't know what to say when he came to his lips.

The second prince clearly showed no signs of life, so his majesty opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Zong Zheng wanted to go up and pick up the second prince with heartache, but Rong Xian suddenly stretched out his hand, and a mysterious yellow orb exuding a heavy vitality in his palm was suspended in the air.

In a place he didn't see, a little soul in the orb was falling asleep.

The black power rooted in the depths of his soul is being pulled away little by little.

Every time she pulls away, Rong Xian's face becomes paler, and the huge face in the sea of ​​consciousness becomes more furious.

"The Emperor Xu, do you want to save your son? Delusion! Let him bury the part of the deity's soul." The giant face became more and more savage.

It opened its mouth and roared, and a mysterious power was transmitted from its mouth.

At this moment, Rong Xian clearly perceives that the same aura as the giant face from somewhere outside the sky rushes into the giant face, and the giant face is more than twice as powerful as before.

The chains above consciousness were broken into pieces, turned into pure power and swallowed by a huge face.

As the memory swallowed more, the giant face turned into a human form at a seemingly slow but rapid speed, and its appearance changed from appearance to clarity, just like Rong Xian, but looked more dangerous and powerful.

Just like when Rong Xian was a Demon Venerable, he had a very aggressive feeling that was not restrained.

As the huge face takes shape, Rong Xian's figure will always drift away gradually, occasionally she can't keep her figure and becomes transparent.

"Emperor Xu, soon the deity will become you." The man's tone was blatant and complacent.

Standing on the lotus platform, Rong Xian's figure appears from time to time, and her voice fluctuates and said: "If your Excellency can live my appearance, I am willing to give your body to your Excellency. After all, this way, follow me. Being alive is no different."

The man's face changed drastically, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Emperor Xu, don't think that the deity dare not kill you directly." The man said gloomily.

To be honest, using Rong Xian's face to make such an expression makes Rong Xian feel like watching a comedy.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she bluntly said: "You didn't dare to kill me. You would rather use this method to slowly devour my soul body and become one with me than you dare to do it directly. You I'm afraid of being killed by the national movement, afraid of being discovered by the heaven and earth industry, afraid of being targeted by the heavens."

After a pause, she looked at the man’s distorted expression, and said very comfortably: “Since you dare not kill me, why bother to speak hard? Is this the legendary #口疑体直#? ?"

The person: "..."

The person was directly furious, and it was extremely angry and smiled: "Rong Ya, don't hesitate to show your tongue, it is the deity's last tolerance for you, a dying person."

Rong Xian pulled her sleeve to cover her face, and said nothing.

The person: "...speak."

Rong Xian sighed lightly, and said, "I just couldn't be moved by myself. I didn't expect your Excellency to have a Buddha's heart."

The man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot for an instant, and he said with anger: "Don't be mentioned by the deity to the bald donkeys in Elysium."

Rong Xian blinked, seemingly puzzled.

It seems that this person still has grievances with those monks.