At this time, the ban was crumbling under the bombardment of the three people from Tsinghua University, until the fast flying Shen Jiulu gave the final blow, and the ban shattered.
The thick bloody smell and the evil disgusting breath penetrated into the nose, and a mass of black mist that seemed to condense the most evil aura in the world flew out of the room and floated in front of Tsinghua.
It has no form, but everyone can feel the heavy malice.
It blocked the door of the house, blocking everyone's way.
"Get out of the way." Shen Jiuliu's cold voice couldn't hide his anxiety.
He was not sure what Xiaoxian's current condition was. Through the black mist, he could only see that Xiaoxian's condition was not very good, and the pool of blood on the ground was still slowly accumulating.
In his perception, Xiaoxian's breath has been weakening.
Tsinghua and others were no exception to what Shen Jiulu could sense. Tsinghua's mind moved, and the long sword in his hand turned into a thousand swords, forming an impenetrable sword prison, and locked the black mist inside.
"A sister." Rong Xian called softly.
Even though she knew she couldn't hear her, she couldn't hold back.
"Amei, why are you doing this? Even if I stay away from the magic cultivator and no longer touch any darkness, I'm still me, and I can't change it." Her voice was slightly bitter, with a touch of helplessness, "Even if I do Thousands of good deeds are still the devil who killed countless people, why do you have to go to great lengths to remove me from that world."
Lou Hanxi could not hear or see her, but Lou Hanxi still stubbornly carried out what he had decided.
She wants her elder sister to live cleanly in this world, to be loved by everyone, to be chased by everyone, and to live with her share.
Tsinghua's attack was sharp and merciless, and the black fog did not sit still. The huge dark aura rushed in from all directions, the bright moonlight in the sky was covered by a black cloud, and the black fog was constantly raging with demonic energy.
Countless shadows emerged from it, forming a single figure that surrounded the entire yard.
"Om~" The sound of the sword sound seemed to sound in the depths of the soul, the black mist swelled suddenly, and the sword prison surrounding it collapsed instantly.
Tsinghua's face changed, his hands quickly formed seals, leaves, flowers, flying sand and rocks turned into sharp blades and attacked the black mist.
"Yangming, Sixin, hurry in and save people." Tsinghua and Heiwu hurriedly ordered.
Before Yangming and Sixin could react, Shen Jiulu had already flown in.
As soon as I stepped into the room, the strong smell of blood came out of my nostrils.
At a glance, he saw the woman lying on the ground as if she was asleep, the white Luo skirt had been dyed red with blood, and the trickle of blood under her body was extremely dazzling.
Shen Jiuliu stumbled under his feet and almost fell.
Because at that moment, the slight vitality in the perception has disappeared.
His face was as pale as paper, and the hand that had always held the sword firmly was trembling at this moment.
Rong Xian's figure swayed, it seemed to be clearer, and it seemed to be more blurred. She could be sure that the sword emperor's blood essence had completely imprisoned the body, and the body could not wake up until the blood essence was transformed.
"Emperor Sword is really domineering, and even a drop of blood is so self-evident." Rong Xian frowned and pondered.
"Xiaoxian..." Shen Jiuliu cried out with trembling lips, 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 her hand went directly through him.
Rong Xian smiled 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 the whole world has forgotten it. Tsk, this kind of feeling is really uncomfortable."
She looked at Shen Jiulu, Shen Jiulu's pale face was not much better than hers, that look as if the sky was sinking made Rong Xian sigh.
Shen Jiulu didn't know that the person he loved was standing in front of him watching his every move, and he held on to his suffocating chest, unable to believe that Xiaoxian would leave him, and he was unwilling to believe it.
His footsteps slowed down, as if he did not dare to take a step forward, cautiously lest he would scare the sleeping person.
"Xiaoxian." Shen Jiuliu called softly.
He walked in front of Rong Xian step by step, and in just a few breaths, it seemed like he had passed 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 down in front of Rong Xian.
Shen Jiulu stretched out his hand to touch the man's cheek, but stopped in mid-air. The fear deep in his eyes could no longer be hidden. He was afraid of losing Rong Xian, and was afraid to die.
He thought that as long as he turned around, Rong Xian would always be waiting for him, but he never thought that Rong Xian would leave his world abruptly.
They will meet again after thirteen years, obviously protect him from the wind and rain, and clearly say in front of his father's tomb that he is worried about leaving him...
Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian...
"It turns out that you are in such pain." Chun Che's voice sounded in the room, but no one could hear it.
Rong Xian stood in front of her body and looked down at Shen Jiulu, her clear phoenix eyes narrowed, her voice was a kind of clearness she had never heard before: "People always know how to cherish after they are lost, it's ridiculous. The reason is that they pursue what they have lost and keep losing more. Yu Xiu, are you one of those people?"
Shen Jiuliu couldn't hear or answer, he was full of Rong Xian's goodness in his mind, and every scene was a beautiful memory with Rong Xian.
The end of life will bring an end to all stories, and it will slowly change the memories of those who are still alive beyond recognition, eliminating the bad and leaving the most unforgettable beauty.
At this time, Yangming and Sixin also broke in. At a glance, they saw the person lying down, stained red with blood, like exquisite ceramics. Compared with the white clothes and black hair, the red blood was so beautiful that their hearts palpitated. without any popularity.
"She's dead?" Si Xin exclaimed.
Shen Jiulu ignored her, and looked at the people on the ground with mournful brows.
Yang Ming didn't have the time to pay attention to his thoughts. He hurriedly took out the life-sustaining pill from his arms and stuffed it into Rong Xian's mouth.
The medicinal pill turned into a pure force and entered the woman's body, but there was still no response from the person. She fell asleep quietly, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she was having a sweet dream.
But Si Xin knew that this person would never wake up, and would never wake up in this life.
The joy in Si Xin's eyes burst out, and he couldn't hide it.
Rong Xian finally died, she finally died.
I feel very happy, I think I can eat an extra bowl of rice today.
Rong Xian took a deep look at Si Xin, and her light body fell on the door.
She didn't care about Si Xin's attitude. They were not compatible at all. Compared with people who were ignorant, Si Xin's frankness seemed to be more acceptable to people.
But that doesn't mean she forgives Sixin, she just hopes that Sixin won't fall into her hands in the future, otherwise she will settle the account.
Rong Xian: Where are the black books of this seat, this seat is going to keep accounts︿(￣︶￣)︿
(End of this chapter)