Immortal Voices

Outside the door, when Rong Xian's last vitality dissipated, both the black mist and Tsinghua's attacks stagnated.

Tsinghua did not care about the dark mist, and turned into a fierce wind and quickly entered the room.

He strode forward to Rong Xian, his hands resting on Rong Xian's heart, and powerful energy poured from his body into Rong Xian's body, but it was obviously useless, and that power disappeared after entering Rong Xian's body.

He cannot save a dead person.

The old saying, 'I cannot die again', is cruel and hard to accept at this time.

Tsinghua's hand clenched tightly, and the remorse under his eyes drowned him.

When he found that something was wrong, he should come here for the first time. Why didn't he pay much attention at that time? If he came directly at that time, maybe the apprentice would not die.

"I'll wake up, so you don't have to be sad." The fluttering, weightless body came to Tsinghua, and her pure voice became two minutes warmer.

Outside the door, Ling Juncong, Lu Yuan, Anyang and others watched the black mist with vigilance. They all heard the sound inside the house, but they didn't dare to move at all. They were not sure what else the black mist could do.

But the black mist fluttered into a human shape suddenly, and there was no expression on the delicate face of the man.

The corners of her eyes still seemed to have wet tears, but the momentum of her whole body rose instantly like a tsunami, tumbling to Ling Juncong and others.

Under this coercion, Xiao Wan, Qu Qianqian, Yan Fei, and Bai Changyue vomited blood directly to the ground, making Juncong and Anyang and Lu Yuan seem to be a small boat on the rough sea. Facing this order There is nowhere for the power of despair, nowhere to run.

The house behind it seemed to have been blown down by a hurricane. Within the ruins, only Tsinghua and Yangming worked hard to support the enchantment to block all external injuries, and also protected Rong Xian's body from being fragmented by the impact.

This magic repair is too strong, her strength is like the disaster of the top, so that all of them are like ants without any resistance.

Looking at this group of people embarrassed, Lou Hanxi's mouth slightly raised, apparently a gesture of joy, but somehow made people feel empty and want to cry.

"Kill them." Her tone of indifference seemed to pull away all feelings, mechanical and weird.

The dark shadows rushed around, fighting with Ling Juncong and others.

"Amei ..." Rong Xian stopped subconsciously, but when she spoke out, she smiled helplessly. She was just a ray of consciousness, a ray of consciousness pinned on the yin, who could not see or hear.

She sighed heavily and stopped talking silently.

Qu Qianqian was surrounded by a few black mists. She looked a little anxious. When she opened a black mist with one palm, she was slapped on the forehead.

Who dares to hit her head and don't want to live? !!

She turned her head fiercely, and the next moment she twitched. This man was her father.

Qu Qianqian was suddenly stunned, and she turned and ran towards Lingjun to disperse the dark mist from behind him.

Ling Jun stepped back from seeing Qu Qianqian coming.

Qu Qianqian's footsteps stopped suddenly, tears swirled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let it fall.

"Jun Cong ..." Qu Qianqian called in a trembling voice.

Ling Jun guarded from the dark mist attacked from the surroundings, and said with deep eyes: "Qian Qian, you are the sage of the magic gate. These people are all magicians. You swear that you don't know these people in front of you."

Qu Qianqian was dumb, how could she swear that not only her subordinates, but also her father, how could she be ignorant.

She already knew that Ling Juncon was very keen, but she did not expect to be guarded at this critical moment.

Qu Qianqian hasn't spoken for a long time, the magic around him seems to not see her, and never attacks her.

Ling Jun looked stunned from his face, clenched his fists in his hands, and punched a cloud of black mist. When the black mist condensed again, it fell to the ground and was silent.

"Let's go and never show up in front of me again." Ling Jun's actions from his hands became more severe.

He couldn't hold back Qianqian's behavior, nor could he hurt her, so he could only let her leave her sight and stop appearing again.

The tears in Qu Qianqian's eyes finally fell down. She always knew that she liked Ling Juncong very much. When Ling Jun was driven out of his world, she knew that this love had been engraved and could not be removed.

Qu Qianqian was sad, so Jun never felt much better.

He likes Qu Qianqian, who is charming and charming, can make people smile with a smile, but blushes with a green kiss.

But their positions are different, why bother pretending to deceive others and make each other sad.

Qu Lang could not see it anymore, he hummed quietly, and his palm would make Jun fly away from the fight.

"Dad," Qu Qianqian stopped.

Qu Lang was in a stature for a while, and he changed his object in a huff and hit again.

They fought impassively, but Lou Hanxi flickered into the room and entered the room with dark mist.

When the crowd didn't return to God, the enchantment that Tsinghua and Yangming worked hard to support disappeared, and the black mist rolled Rong Xian's body toward the distance.

"Xiao Xian." Seeing Rong Xian in front of him, Shen Jiu Liu only recovered.

He couldn't care anything, picked up his sword and chased toward the black mist, but was stopped by Qu Lang and others.

Although Qu Lang and his subordinates did not kill anyone in Shen Jiuliu, they also had no time to chase Hanxi.

Until it was determined that they could no longer find the trace of Lou Hanxi, Qu Lang took out a red elixir and hit the ground.

If a fragrant fragrance emerges, Jun is shocked: "This is‘ not surprised ’.”

He was too familiar with this medicine. When he and Lu Yuan followed Rong Xian, Rong Xian used this medicine to deal with the enemy.

Ling Jun fell from his voice. Except for Lu Yuan, the others who were not prepared fell directly to the ground with traditional Chinese medicine.

Qu Lang smiled, took his unlucky girlfriend and a group of subordinates away, leaving Lingjun and Lu Yuan hurriedly looking for the antiseptic solution in the sieve from the ruins outside the courtyard.

Ling Jun couldn't even care about Qu Qianqian at this time. Qu Qianqian's status in the magical cultivation was not low. No matter what happened.

After Lou Hanxi and the body left, Rong Xian's fluttering figure didn't change much. She glanced at the people on the ground, her heart moved, and she flew towards the distance along a causal traction.

Outside Shiqiaoyu, the whole continent set off a **** storm.

Countless families and denominations left because most of the main forces in the door sought the sword emperor's blood, resulting in their own strength being reduced and broken by countless demons.

One corpse was fragmented, and the courtyards became scorched earth. The sorrow of pain and despair became the main theme, and cursing for mercy became the setting.

On that night, the fire was set in motion, and blood and blood from all directions finally converged into a small river and entered Nanzhou.

In the hometown of Nanzhou, surrounded by sea water, the flowers and trees with bright red flowers swaying gently all the year round are like joy and welcome.