The spiritual power in his body quickly drained away with the wound caused by the dagger, and he was stunned for a while.

Taixia's hand clutched the dagger tightly, the red light in his eyes was full, the black eyes had no light brown pupils, and they became dark and dull, without a trace of light, and the white part of his eyes turned blood red, exuding an ominous aura.

His body was empty, and the spiritual power of the dual cultivation transformation was drained.

"Taixia." His voice was weak, and his life was dying away.

She didn't hear it, the dagger was completely stabbed in, the blade had completely entered his body, and the handle was left tightly against his skin, burning hot.

Tang Taixia did not have the slightest softness, his eyes blinked twice quickly, the dagger in his hand turned, blood rushed out, and the black clothes were stained with a large trace, dripping on the stones at the bottom of the Hanging Valley, blooming blood-colored flowers.

"You should have died a long time ago, Sikong Yang." Her voice was low, cold and devoid of any emotion in it.

Sikong Yang laughed self-deprecatingly twice.

"yes, I should have died a long time ago." He stood where he was, revoked all the useless work, and let his cultivation fall again and again.

Tang Taixia pulled out the dagger, and the wound on Sikong Yang's back was bloody on the surface, but it was a black hole inside, and he couldn't see the situation in his body clearly.

"You're not actually out of its grip, are you?" Sikong Yang's voice gradually became smaller, and finally turned into a low murmur.

There was no expression on her beautiful face, but she had the appearance of the ice and snow goddess she longed for before.

"What control is not controlled." He shook the blood stains from his dagger, and they fell on the stone, and the surface of the stone emitted a burst of white gas, which was corroded into one small hole after another.

"We are one." She held her head high, and the dagger in her hand condensed by spiritual power grew longer.

She teleported to Sikong Yang's face.

His face was a tattered blue due to the loss of a large amount of blood.

It's almost near-dead.

Tang Taixia didn't intend to let him go, her hand was as fast as lightning and quickly stabbed into Sikong Yang's dantian, and after the blade entered the Spirit Mansion, it exploded into a ball of spiritual energy and exploded in his Spirit Mansion.

The aura turned into small particles that flew one by one and spread to every corner of Sikong Yang's body, and a large part of the Dan Mansion was retained.

The wound on his back had begun to heal under the body's strong self-healing ability, and a very unbearable itching sensation came, because his realm had fallen, and his tolerance had also decreased.

"Shhhh

This step also consumed a lot of spiritual power in Taixia, she was originally a physique that could not absorb spiritual power on her own, and she would use a little less.

The aura had been distributed into his body, and Taixia's hand was close to his skin, and his fingers were slightly cool, as soft as a lover's touch.

"Are you ready?" Her hand against his hot skin became warm, but it couldn't resist the coldness in her voice.

Sikong Yang closed his eyes: "The other people in the palace are innocent, can they be spared?" ”

Yutai Xia sneered, his fingers moved slightly, and the aura in his body began to explode one by one.

It's like a brilliant firework.

"I'm not you, and I won't kill innocents."

Sikong Yang sighed, his body hurt to the extreme, but he didn't feel anything anymore.

"You never believed me, did you?"

"Those who died can't speak, so how do you make me trust you."

His eyes were still like the deep night, but at the moment they were starry, and he didn't care too much about the condition in his body.

Since the first time she was poisoned, this body has gradually weakened, so he is not surprised that Taixia crossed two realms to kill him.

"I shouldn't be soft-hearted." He thought of something, and suddenly said such a sentence through gritted teeth.

Taixia had already withdrawn her hand, Sikong Yang's death was only a matter of time, and she was not worried about anything.

"Why did you choose to do it today?" The thick black and shiny hair turned dull gray-white little by little, and Sikong Yang knew that this was the trace of the end of his life.

She didn't speak, and heard a voice from the castle in the distance, and answered the question: "Luohua's life is in danger now." ”

Sikong Yang's calm appearance was broken, and despite the blood that kept flowing from his body, he began to run towards the palace.

Tantai Xia looked at his back as he was hurrying forward, the place where he had just stood was reddish-brown, and there was a lingering smell of rust in the air, faintly mixed with a few wisps of flowers.

In the middle of the palace, the old man stood in the empty hall, his eyes half covered by his sagging eyelids staring straight at the huge jade on the wall.

The rest of the disciples dressed in white sect clothes wandered through the huge palace, harvesting the remaining lives, and did not let any of them go.

In the guest room, the tip of Lin Xiangchen's sword was against the back of Luo Hua's heart, and the corners of his mouth had a compassionate arc.

"Why did you come back when you're gone?" He repeated.

"Because," she paused, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "because I'm a fool." ”

It was too stupid not to delve into why Lin Xiangchen, a person with good health and excellent spiritual bones, would come to Hanging Sky Valley to be Sikong Yang's guard.

He clearly has a brighter future.

"No, you're not stupid." Lin Xiangchen remembered the day the two of them met.

The little girl was knocked to the ground by him holding a handful of things, and her tears of pain were about to come out, but her eyes refused to take them away, and the amazement in her eyes was unobstructed.

"That day I sprinkled something on my body that could deceive people's minds."

Everything makes sense, why she suddenly likes someone fanatically, so many unreasonable places, she knows everything.

"So that's the case, I thought-" Two tears fell from the corners of her eyes, acquiescing to Lin Xiangchen's statement.

What qualifications does she have to criticize Taixia, it's just half a catty and eight levels, and it's all the consequence of being too well protected.

"Kill me." She closed her eyes.

It all started because of her, and it should end with her.

Lin Xiangchen withdrew the sword, and Luo Hua opened her eyes in surprise when she heard the sound of the long sword entering the sheath.

"Why?" She asked.

Lin Xiangchen turned around and left directly: "Because I want to kill Sikong Yang." ”

"Murder will affect ascension."

Luo Hua was amused by this sentence, but tears couldn't stop flowing, it turned out that in his heart, she was nothing.

In this case, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, her already sharp nails quietly lengthened and sharpened, and her fingers completed like cat's claws.

The tiger teeth in his mouth also popped out, flashing dangerously.

The body bounced up suddenly, and the body hung lightly on Lin Xiangchen's back, and the five fingers were tightly clasped around his neck, and with a little effort, he could see the sharp nails inserted into the fragile flesh.

Lin Xiangchen didn't care at all, his hand pressed on the long sword.

"Why bother." He sighed softly.

Luo Hua's pale pink lips were close to his ears, and just looking at the heads of the two people, he thought it was the ears and temples of a young couple who were in love.

"Did you know that to spare the enemy is to declare your own death?"

Her nails poked tentatively in, and a little blood soon appeared on his skin.

Lin Xiangchen's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and finally let go.

"There's still a chance to let it go."

Luo Hua smiled bitterly twice: "I have never had a chance." ”

Lin Xiangchen secretly urged the gray golden pill, making it rotate wildly, and the spiritual power rushed in the meridians in his body, and he strengthened the body's defenses.

"Senior brother! Be careful! An anxious voice rang out, and a white figure appeared at the door.

When she came, she noticed the mysterious disappearance of Senior Brother Lin Xiangchen, so she paid special attention to finding him during the next patrol.

The closer she got here, the more inexplicable she felt intuition, and after capturing Lin Xiangchen's spiritual power fluctuations in the air, she quickly came to this room.

As soon as she came over, she saw a scene that made her heart tremble, without too much hesitation, she threw a hidden weapon in one hand, and quickly pulled out the long sword in her hand with the other hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the top of Luo Hua's head.

When Sikong Yang rushed over with Luo Hua's breath, the tip of the woman in white's sword almost poked into Luo Hua's head.

He used the remaining spiritual power to condense into a small stone and hit the woman's elbow, her arm numb, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Who?" A hint of annoyance flashed across her beautiful face, and she hurriedly turned back.

Sikong Yang was covered in blood, holding on to the door frame, his cyan hand covering his chest, panting rapidly.

The damage caused to him by Tantai Xia was certainly fatal, but in the end, he was still an immortal in the Mahayana period, and there were still some old people who could save his life.

He rushed all the way into the palace, and there were no less than a hundred immortals patrolling everywhere inside, and there were even elders from the distraction period, and no one found him.

The woman in white looked back.

Lin Xiangchen felt it, he didn't make any big moves, Luo Hua's expression behind him stiffened on his face, and the whole person fell straight from his body to the ground.

Sikong Yang snorted twice, he really didn't have much spiritual power to protect her.

"You're finally here, Sikong Yang." He gently drew his sword, the blade brushing against its scabbard with a slight resonance.

The look of surprise on the face of the woman in white turned into horror, and she urged her spiritual power to pick up the sword on the ground and look at the surrounding situation vigilantly.

"Senior brother, don't be afraid, I'll go find Elder Bai to come over." She left these words, hurriedly walked out of the room, and staggered away.

"Huh." Lin Xiangchen watched her run away in embarrassment and laughed lowly.

"It turns out that this is a disciple of a famous sect." Although Sikong Yang's body was almost empty, he still had the strength to mock.

Lin Xiangchen was not easily provoked, he held the long sword in both hands and made an offensive posture with a serious expression on his face.

"It is useless to talk too much, and today you will surely die." After he said this, he didn't pay attention to any gentlemanly demeanor, and went straight in the direction of Sikong Yang.

Luo Hua's hands and feet trembled.