On Hua Li Xiao's body, the blue-black qi continued to escape, no longer like electricity, but more like firelight, making the last struggle and stubbornness on Hua Li Xiao's body.

The power of the Seven Nights is finally difficult to stay, and under the will of the Brahmanic Heaven and Earth, Xiao's body is constantly withdrawn from the body and retreats into heaven and earth.

Birch is leaving Xiao to die.

The Asking Dao Sword Spirit returned to the Dao Sword again, and a magnificent burst of qi erupted, shaking away the Canglan Beast and Xingshen; the Asking Dao Sword flew up on its own, levitating above Hua Li Xiao's head, and the sword blade went down, and a trace of purple qi descended down the blade, injecting into Hua Li Xiao's head.

After all, it is only a sword spirit, even if it has the combat power beyond the realm of choice, it still can't save what Hua Li Xiao has lost, so he can only inject his own power into Hua Li Xiao's body and try to maintain his vitality.

However, it had little effect, the meridians in Hua Lixiao's body were all shattered by the forcibly raised Brahma Qi, and the Qi of the Dao Sword could not circulate.

"Bai Shao, I still haven't been optimistic about him. “

"Ahh The voice of the green dragon was dying, but it was becoming more and more illusory, but the gaze of the blue dragon phantom in the air turned to the south, and he was muttering: "That person, still hasn't come..."

Suddenly, a glimmer of light slowly rose from one of Hua Lixiao's fingers, and finally turned into an ancient scroll.

The ancient scroll has a taste of vicissitudes, as if it has been created for thousands of years from ancient times, on it, the pale yellow page is slightly shining, the ancient scroll slowly unfolds, and at the frontispiece, a mysterious mark is quietly turning.

As it turned, the aura of the scroll grew stronger, as if something was dormant in the scroll and was about to awaken.

That mark, a full turn.

When the mark returned to its original state, a beam of blue-black light rolled up from ancient times, penetrating the heavens and the earth in an instant, and that beam of light went straight to the sky, the center of the thundercloud vortex.

The moment the thundercloud was pierced, it flickered privately, and then it didn't move anymore······

Suddenly, an extremely subtle streak of light fell from the center of the thundercloud!

It falls slowly, like a leaf blown off by the wind.

Rumble!

An extremely powerful beam of thunder light fell from the thundercloud and went straight to the falling light pattern!

The thunder light hit the light pattern, and the color on the light pattern dissipated a point.

Immediately afterward, thousands of beams of thunder fell from the sky!

It's like a heavenly punishment!

A dragon roar came from the air, and the huge Qinglong Phantom emanated from the air, followed by dozens of stars coiled around the Qinglong Phantom!

The thousands of thunder rays followed by the light stripes were strong, as if they wanted to kill all the light stripes and not allow it to descend into the world.

The next moment, one after another the stars arrived, colliding with thousands of thunder lights, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed, as if the world was destroyed.

The thunder light and the stars subtract from each other, and in the end, the stars are extinguished, and the thunder light still has thousands of ways.

The green dragon phantom moved, vibrating its huge body, and suddenly rushed towards the remaining thousand thunder rays, and between the lightning and thunder, there was a desolate dragon groan.

The wind and sand covered this side of the world, and when the surroundings were confused, a subtle light pattern slowly fell and fell on Hua Lixiao's right hand.

The wind and smoke dissipated, and the phantom of the green dragon still existed, but it became more and more blurred.

Its huge dragon head droops. looked at Hua Lixiao, who was lying in a mess, and muttered: "Can you only do this?"

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Hua Lixiao's consciousness seemed to have fallen into a deep pool, sinking deeper and deeper.

Endless darkness enveloped him, and there was not the slightest light in sight.

Suddenly, his eyes quietly opened.

He, he can't see anything, because black fills this so-called world.

"Hara, it turns out that this is how people who are dying feel like this·······" Hua Li Xiao smiled miserably and stretched out his hand, he couldn't see it but felt it in his heart, the outside world, the power of the Seven Nights was leaving him.

"Qinglong, I'm sorry, in the end, I'm still ·····"

A sorrow surged into his heart, and Hua Lixiao's heart was sour, and he didn't know what to say.

I'm going to die.

Obviously, there is a chance to escape, not to fight with the minions of the palace gate proverb, and the future will be long, but why, as soon as he hears that his mother is insulted like that by others, he can no longer bear it?

What is forbearance, until now, Qinglong handed it to me, I still don't understand.

What if you are the master of the Seven Houses, what if you have the Dao Dao Sword, and what if you worship Bingxian Bai Lao as a teacher, in the end, all your hopes are just empty talk.

They were all buried in their own youthful frivolity.

"Mother, I'm sorry. ”

Well?

Hua Lixiao looked up and found that at some point, a galaxy crossed this world, on it, there were fragments of memory ups and downs, one year old and one year old, he had laughed, cried, gone crazy, and enjoyed the quiet days of snuggling in the arms of his parents.

However, there are also blood and fire, the withering of life, and the memories are not always beautiful.

"It turns out that people who are dying will remember everything in the past before they die····· So, what is this," Hua Li Xiao smiled, quietly watching the fragments cross his eyes, with tears in his eyes, a little unwilling, "Let me die without doubt?"

The sound of a flute, coming from nowhere, is tactful and desolate.

On the galaxy, the petals of memory danced, just like the tragic withering of the birch tree back then.

"The sound of this flute..." Hua Li muttered, he thought of his mother again.

After a while, he smiled self-deprecatingly, tilted his head slightly, and enjoyed the last flute alone.

The petals of memory scattered and gathered, coiling around Hua Lixiao's side, gradually enveloping him, as if to send him to death.

Quietly, the sound of the flute changed again, and between the succession and turn, there was some taste of flute sound.

A tear slipped silently from the corner of Hua Lixiao's eyes.

How could he not remember this familiar tune? In the early autumn of that year, his mother used to blow this song, and when she returned at dusk, when the wild goose character looked back, it blew off all over the place.

"Heh, why, why did you send me away with this song?"

The figure that walked away from the song will never come back·······

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"The power of the Seven Nights, in the end, left him, I really don't know, this time is a blessing or a curse..."

"It doesn't matter, the power of the Seven Nights is only in the world, but it is mysterious and weird, and this time it is separated from him, perhaps, it is a chance. ”

"But, his right hand..."

This is an ice-blue cave sky, with a cold breath, surrounded by glass-like flowers and plants, and from time to time there is a silver light sprinkled from above.

Bead curtain cave sky.

This is the hermitage of Bing Xian, and it is also the place where Hua Li Xiao is in Bing Xian and worships her as a teacher.

Here, Hua Lixiao got the Snow Maiden Fruit, broke through the bottleneck, entered the realm of sense, duel against the Yuzhao White Lion, and also fought against the Seven Houses Qinglong.

It's where he grew up, and now he's back here.

It's just that life and death are unknown.

At that time, the power of the Seven Nights accompanied the will of the Qinglong, and finally broke away from Hua Lixiao's body, the host was about to die, and the power of the Xuan Ling would be withdrawn by the will of heaven and earth, which was irretrievable.

When Bai Lao hurriedly felt it, in the sky, the huge green dragon phantom gradually dissipated, and the thundercloud above the sky also faded out of sight and fell into nothingness.

In the midst of the devastation, Hua Lixiao lay in a pool of blood.

Bai Lao tried his best to protect his heart, but the eight veins of the Qi Sutra on his body were all broken, and it seemed that the life qi was irretrievable.

But for some reason, Hua Lixiao still had a trace of breath, as if he had entered a state similar to suspended animation.

Even so, after Bai Lao did his best to save Hua Lixiao's life, he took him to the Snow Girl Peak, the Heavenly Ice String of the Bead Curtain Cave, to discuss countermeasures.

"It's unbelievable that he was so traumatized that he didn't die. Bingxian said.

"When I arrived, his body was almost cold, but he was still breathing, and he seemed to have an obsession and refused to leave. “

Bingxian's fingers lightly touched the center of Hua Lixiao's eyebrows, then closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was a little more sad.

The situation is not optimistic, he said that it will not be long, and in a short time, his "transformation" will be out of the protection of the body, completely exposed to the Brahman, detected by the will of the Brahma, and then obliterated. “

"Is there any other way?"

"Yes, and there's only one way······"

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A round of light wheels appeared on Hua Lixiao's body, slowly rotating; on the light wheel, pregnant with wisps of brilliance, the mysterious light patterns on it constantly changed, the faint light curtain shrouded Hua Li Xiao, there is a breath of life covering Hua Li Xiao's whole body.

"Three, robbery!" the ice string kept changing the Dharma seal in his hand, and there were words in the air.

The speed of the light wheel began to speed up, and the patterns on it were no longer clear, but they were intertwined, exuding a huge power, and a powerful reversal force burst out from the light wheel.

"Third World, decide!" Bai Lao also sealed his hands, and the purple qi on his body was like a river, pouring into the light wheel.

Suddenly, on the light wheel, a little bit of light spots were sublimating, converging, and three flower buds were formed.

The three buds sit in three different corners above the light wheel, quietly floating and sinking.

If you look closely, you will find that among these three buds, there is both life and death.

"It's the only way I can think of to save him. Bing Xian sighed, "The third life recipe has magical powers, and people who are dying can use it to reverse the third life in the illusion and finally wake up. ”

"But it's also extremely dangerous, isn't it? Bai Lao looked at the sleeping Hua Lixiao and said.

Bing Xian did not deny it: "The meridians around him were broken, and he should have died, but he retained a trace of qi, which is a miracle," At this point, Bing Xian also sighed slightly, "However, how can it be so simple to come back to life, these three worlds are to communicate with heaven and earth, and argue with Providence about his life and death, if he can insist on himself in the illusion, immortalize his mind, and get through the three lives full of ups and downs, Providence will let him go, and pass through the vitality that belongs to him." However, this is not easy to say, the will of heaven is ruthless, this is against the sky, the chance given to him by the will of heaven must be very slim, if he can not survive the red dust of the third life, the vitality retained in the flower of the third world will be completely dissipated, the wheel of the third world carries the dead air and falls, completely extinguishing all his vitality, at that time, the gods and ghosts are difficult to save. ”

"For thousands of years, there have been countless people who have wanted to be resurrected through the three lifetimes, but only a few have succeeded. ”

Bai Lao looked at Hua Li Xiao lying on the cold jade bed, his body was covered by the huge light wheel, once Hua Li Xiao failed, the communication between the third world and the will of heaven would be forcibly interrupted, and the light wheel would be pressed down without hesitation under the control of the will of heaven.

It's been so long, Bai Lao, he has long regarded it as his descendant.

There was a trace of cloudiness in Bai Lao's eyes, and he vaguely remembered that when he left, he was not by his side to see him off, but stood in the distance and watched him go away, his expression was full of kindness;

Child, Grandpa Bai will not give up.

But—

"It's up to you. ”

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