Through those misty eyes, Rong Xian seemed to see the depths of Ling Lan's heart.
She sat upright and looked straight ahead, with a coldness in her expression and breath.
The eyes that contain thousands of stars are as clear as the gods coming into the world, and the straight back is like a sword, or she is a sword at this time.
"You are injustice." Rong Xian frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.
"Why are you unjust? You brought Sheng Ge, and you used this sublime method. Just because I didn't sink like you, you are unjust." Rong Xian said righteously: "Your The mood is so bad."
Ling Lan almost spat out a mouthful of blood, if she hadn't been able to control her body now, she would have dashed up and died with Rong Xian.
As if she knew what Ling Lan was thinking, Rong Xian thought about it, raised her hand and pulled her hair in front of her, and said thoughtfully, "Don't be angry, I actually paid the price just like you."
Ling Lan was shocked, and at that moment, her confused eyes also became clear for a moment.
Just that moment was enough for her to see clearly that Rong Xian Shuanghua dyed her hair, the twilight was dark and her breath was weak.
"Hahahaha." She laughed, full of wanton happiness.
Rong Xian, Rong Xian, even if I didn't win, I didn't lose, I didn't lose.
Going pale for a moment, exhausting your life, Rong Xian, you won't be able to live for long, I'm waiting for you in hell.
A gust of blood spurted out of Ling Lan's mouth, and she took advantage of that brief moment of clarity to cut herself off.
Rong Xian was a little puzzled, not understanding what Ling Lan was happy about.
Is her pursuit to exchange her life for her whitehead? This wish is too arbitrary.
Rong Xian pondered for a moment, but still didn't tell the news that she could turn her hair back to black. After all, Ling Lan was dead, so she still didn't fall into the trap.
Well, Rong Xian also has a moral bottom line.
It's a pity that Ling Lan's information is not equal to Rong Xian's.
On the cultivator, this moment of white head, dark twilight and weak breath, of course, exhausted his energy and life, and he was not far from death.
But Rong Xian did not mention the existence of the Wood Spirit Orb, but the protection of her own dragon energy and the defense of the sword emperor's blood were enough to make her unharmed.
It can only be said that in her whole life, Suzuran was only happy when she was dying.
And that was just an illusion.
After Rong Xian smelled the faint bloody smell, her expression didn't change at all, she just waved to the demon cultivator standing beside her, "Bury it."
Mo Xiu responded respectfully, and immediately reached out and dragged Ling Lan's body down.
Rong Xian raised her head to look at the sunken sunset, feeling the fluctuations of the demonic energy, and immediately looked back, only to see a group of demonic cultivators walking over with Qi Pan.
The number of magic cultivators is much lower than before, and it seems that many people were lost in Qi Pan's fight.
"Sir, Qi Pan has already brought it here." Mo Xiu licked his face and replied respectfully.
Although Qi Pan was at a disadvantage, he was still arrogant and invincible. He asked coldly, "Who are you? You are not a demon cultivator from Wuxinya, I have never seen you before."
Rong Xian blinked, sword energy swept out from all over her body, the enormous pressure made everyone present seemed to be swallowed up by invisible sword energy.
The cold sweat on Qi Pan's head dripped down his forehead, neck, and back.
With a tick, the drop of cold sweat hit the ground.
At the same time, the sword qi stabbed into Qi Pan's large acupoints all over his body. The moment the sword qi penetrated his body, the large acupoints all over his body were sealed, the spiritual power in his body was cut off every inch, and his tendons were crushed into pieces.
Immediately, the powerful momentum was suddenly withdrawn, and Qi Pan was in so much pain that he could only hear the man's voice, which was cold to the bone: "I know that some people have cultivated the magic power to use others' cultivation for their own use. Now, Qi Pan will give it to him. you guys."
Qi Pan's eyes darkened, he fainted from pain, and then he never had a chance to wake up again.
When Rong Xian finished speaking, the demon cultivators were all delighted. They could all hear what the lord meant. They rarely had the opportunity to practice in a quick way. This rare opportunity made the demon cultivators very happy. is excited.
"Go, don't take half a step into the tomb Mianfeng if you have nothing to do." Rong Xian's whole body was all restrained, and the whole person seemed extremely harmless.
But none of the magic cultivators dared to underestimate her. After the magic cultivators responded respectfully, they pulled Qi Pan and left lightly.
There is only Rong Xian left here, the dead tomb glowing with a single green light, strange and terrifying.
Rong Xian felt that this place was the most friendly. She had stayed here for more than a thousand years, and no one was more familiar with the grass and trees here than her.
She sat between the tombs, like a loyal guardian, and like a figurine without any popularity.
In Haotian Xianzong, Shen Jiuliu's eyelids kept beating for the past two days, and he only felt that something major had happened.
He didn't know what was going on, but he was restless.
"Swordshead, have you found Xiaoxian's position?" Shen Jiulu couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart.
Jian Shou shook his head and said, "My subordinates are incompetent, and I have never found any news about Miss Rong."
Shen Jiulu waved his hand, and the sword head retreated knowingly.
Shen Jiuliu pressed on his chest, listening to his heart beating again and again, only to feel restless.
He took out the purse and wanted to look at the two stone dolls again. His fingertips inadvertently brushed the cedar flowers on the purse. Shen Jiuliu's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.
After he put the purse close again, his hands quickly formed a seal, and the obscure energy spread from his micro-center.
A familiar flower was looming, and when Shen Jiuliu saw this flower, he immediately tightened his body, with a faint excitement in his eyes.
Shanshuhua reappeared, and he could find Xiaoxian again.
Shen Jiu paid attention, and Shan Shuhua flew out quickly, leading the way for him.
Outside the holy mountain, Rong Yu stood panting by the coast: "Senior Ye, where is the teacher's breath now?"
The golden glow of energy around Marven Ye's fingertips moved and flew west of the holy mountain.
Marven Ye pointed out: "There."
Rong Yu's face sank: "That is Wuxin Cliff."
The voice fell, and he had already disappeared.
Su Xuan and Ye Wenchun didn't say a word and chased in that direction.
Ling Juncong's face was a little pale, no matter how lucky he was, his background was always inferior to Rong Yu and others, his cultivation base was not comparable, and his speed was not comparable.
But looking at the backs of Rong Yu and others, Ling Juncong gritted his teeth, raised his spiritual energy and chased after him.
Tomb Mianfeng, in front of Rong Xian, a cedar flower was flashing, but she did not open her eyes, as if her eyelids were too heavy to lift.
A touch of cold wind lifted her long hair, and the white tail of her hair continued to spread upward, little by little, as if it was draining her life.
The thin white dress fluttered in the wind, as if she could dance with the wind at any time, but she never opened her eyes from beginning to end.
The fourth day is almost over, there are still three days, and if you persist for three more days, Shengge will be resolved.
Deep in her consciousness, Rong Xian's spirit was also sitting cross-legged, but that spirit was dim and colorless, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
Rong Xian: Ling Lan's pursuit is so low, I feel embarrassed (⌒_⌒;)
(End of this chapter)