Immortal Voices Chapter 883: Goodbye
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A thick death spirit enveloped the Middle Thousand Realms, and the number of people who died was also rapidly increasing.
The monk, who should have been determined, began to waver in this weird and temptation environment.
Despair enveloped the world, and a sense of powerlessness appeared in the hearts of many power leaders.
If you want to solve those deceptive ghost repairs, you must first solve Pluto.
But Pluto is protected by ghost repairs. If the ghost repairs are resolved first, not to mention that they will not be able to do it, or their subjects will not obey orders.
After all, there are too many familiar old people in those ghost repairs.
The matter has reached a deadlock, and the lords of their power rarely feel helpless.
I can't do anything, I can't do anything, they can't just spend it like that.
Seeing that the monks suffered heavy casualties, they were bleeding distressedly.
"Pluto, make your request." Zhou Tianzi's whole body was astonishing, and his expression was extremely cold.
Rong Xian sat back on the throne, rubbing the armrest of the throne for a while, she smiled slightly, bright as Xiahua: "It would be good if you were so acquainted."
She said slowly: "The materials and manpower needed to establish the Pluto Dynasty, please donate generously."
Xia Huang said solemnly: "Yes."
"The monks are prohibited from arresting my ministers in private."
Stop flicking the rosary: "Yes."
"Allow ghost repairs to live with monks."
Everyone spent a lot of time thinking this time, Xuan Xuzi closed his eyes and said, "Yes."
He knows the meaning of this condition. Once life and death are no longer clear, it is no longer the difference between yin and yang, and it is no longer never seen again. The impact on the world is absolutely great.
But Pluto won't care, she is only responsible for making the conditions, and they need them to clean up the mess.
"Northern Xinjiang Tribe belongs to my private fief."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the leaders of the major forces in the Northern Territory changed suddenly, especially the Emperor Xia, Emperor Zhao, **, Xuan Xuzi and others.
Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more tense, Rong Xian broke the silence at this time with a chuckle, she slowly sorted out the folds that did not exist on the dragon robe, and said lightly: "I think, you have the right to refuse. ."
"Compared with the entire Middle Thousand Realm, Beijiang Buzhou is only a quarter of it. Smart people know how to choose, right?" Rong Xian said lightly.
She said very relaxed, but it made everyone's faces look ugly.
They are really threatened. If Pluto doesn't care about letting the monks extinct themselves, there will be not much power left.
How could the few remaining people fight against the growing number of ghost repairers.
In order to appease Hades, they must back down.
Sword marks flashed between Yun Jiu's eyebrows and every word in his mouth was as sharp as a sword: "Yes. But this is the last condition. If you are not greedy, I don't mind if you die. "
Rong Xian's eyes glowed with a faint light, and the aura of control rose in her body, and an invisible power spread.
Yun Jiu's handsome face is like a cold pool on the Tianshan Mountains, with the slightest fluctuation. After the two looked at each other for a long time, Rong Xian lowered his eyes.
She opened her eyes, the phantom of heaven flashed by, and sword auras spread across the world.
In the forces of the northern border region, Qing* is dressed in a white robe, like a snowy color, giving people a cold but beautiful feeling.
He is very graceful, his temperament is light and extraordinary, like an unattainable cloud above a mountain.
Feeling this sword aura, Qing* raised his head abruptly.
His eyes fell on Rong Xian, his expression as silent as snow, but his eyes were clear and scorching.
Found it.
Qing* put away the dagger engraved with "Huang" in his sleeve without a trace, and only the Pluto sitting high above the Yin Qi was in his eyes.
The sword qi in Pluto is very familiar, and it seems to have the same origin with him, and the child who is connected with his blood has a close relationship with Pluto.
After watching for a while, he **waited for Pluto's attention, but he could sense the earth-shattering sword aura on Pluto's body.
His hand holding the sword tightened, and his fighting spirit rose.
He hasn't seen the ghost movies behind him, even if these shadows are the people he has been most familiar with.
But his face was not shaken at all, as if his feelings for those people disappeared with them as they died.
Even if these dead souls are the remnants of the people he cared about, he was indifferent.
After obtaining the title of Daotai Fighting Emperor, his only goal in this life is the sword.
Qing* seems to have thought of something, his eyebrows are slightly softened.
No, not just swords.
There are also those people in the northern border continents who are kind to him, have always trusted him, and are sheltered by him.
They treated him with tenderness, and he sheltered them safely.
The biggest obstacle now is Pluto.
It seems to be aware of Qing*'s gaze, and Rong Xian seems to turn her head inadvertently, raising her eyes to meet the person in a snow-white robe.
Rong Xian's expression was still, but she was a little surprised.
This is...Sword Emperor?
Immediately, her boring emotions became enthusiastic. She didn't expect that although the sword emperor one *5,000* ago was a little green, she was still outstanding, and her temperament was rare.
No wonder the gods are jealous.
Rong Xian can recognize the sword emperor, but the sword emperor does not recognize Rong Xian, or the bloodline on Rong Xian's body is consistent with him.
Rong Xian is only in a state of mind and soul now, and his body is slowly repairing in the future after one *five thousand*.
But this does not hinder Rong Xian's joy.
The sword emperor has fallen so many*, every time she looks at Rong Hao's face that resembles that of the sword emperor**, she feels a pity in her heart.
The child is long and disabled, and the sword emperor has inherited the splendor of this era.
Rong Xian is satisfied to see the Sword Emperor again.
In a way, this is her father and her teacher.
She waved her hand, the sword emperor was supported by a ray of yin, and everyone's eyes fell in front of Rong Xian.
Rong Xian stood up from the throne, her expression was gentle and polite, graceful and calm, she slowly called: "Sword Emperor."
The sword emperor looked at Rong Xian with a deep gaze, and his voice was as cold as a ring in the cold pool on the Tianshan Mountains being hit by the currents, sweet but cold into his heart: "Pluto."
After the two looked at each other for a while, they agreed: "Come to fight."
The voice fell, and two similar but different sword auras rose into the sky.
The sword energy is cold and sharp, and murderous, rendering the entire space into a world of swords.
The swords of the two are entangled and confronted, and they will never look back, either life or death.
Jian Xiu** stepped back and said, only #生死懷說，不讚時行#.
With the battle between the two, the suicide tendency of the monks below is gradually decreasing, and the expressions of the lord of many forces are slowly getting a little bit of joy.
The sword marks between Yun Jiu's eyebrows standing next to Xuan Xuzi became more and more shocking, and the swirling speed of the sword air vortex between the eyes was also faster, making people immersed in it when they meet inadvertently, and their souls are lost.
Although he was tempted to go up and play together, but he also restrained it. Now is not the right time.
However, his good friend Xuan Xuzi didn't trust him. Xuan Xuzi noticed the sword aura that was boiling around Yun Jiu's body, and his eyes were shocked and complicated, and his eyes revealed, "When are you still messing up and want to give food to Pluto" The **** trough.
So in a rage, Xuan Xuzi temporarily trapped Yun Jiu with a formation.
And ** Impulsive Yunjiu: "..."