The fragments of the streamer in one place are scattered and scattered, and Li Jiuyan is already fragmented.

After Li Jiujun exploded, Yun Zhongjun felt a sharp pain like annihilation, and instantly overwhelmingly poured over from all directions, and the golden red rope of marriage was like a vine, densely occupying his chest.

Tightly enveloped his heart, fiercely surrounded it, and strangled his flesh and blood.

He had never been so heartbroken as he was today.

There is a difference between hearing the death of a loved one and seeing them die in front of them.

He tried to piece together Li Jiuyan's primordial spirit, as long as he could roughly piece together his true appearance, he could transfer his body and cultivate his qi, ten years and a hundred years, even if it was a thousand years, he would definitely be able to see his master.

But he couldn't.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch any of Li Jiuyan's Yuan Shen fragments.

As incompetent as a mortal trying to catch quicksand.

Yun Zhongjun felt that he was in so much pain, his whole body was in severe pain, and his heart was the most painful, as if someone had pulled it out with an iron claw, and dragged it out of his bones and his chest with his belt. Then he used a blunt instrument to penetrate his chest and crush his wound so hard that the blood flowed and the flesh was blurred.

Is this the lust of mortals?

He had never been so unforgettable before.

Behind him, Wang Xiaotao took out a golden marriage thread, flipped his fingers, and braided a beautiful bow.

This is her gift to Yun Zhongjun.

Yun Zhongjun is willing to let these spider-like love threads spread and grow in his body, and the more vigorously these marriage threads grow, the more he feels that he feels those empty loves.

By the time Wang Xiaotao urged these golden marriage threads that bound him, he already felt that his body had become as stiff as a puppet, and the invisible marriage threads entangled his body, and the thin silk threads pierced into his limbs like the limbs and feet of some kind of insect, and the tingling pain and numbness struck, and he was frozen in place, unable to move.

And behind him, Wang Xiaotao stared at him in the intertwining of blood and shadows, his eyes were like knives, like the reflection of the lonely moon reflected in the breeze on the river, and like the sword light that fell on the snowy mountain, clear and clear, extremely thorough, as if it could shine through people's hearts.

Yun Zhongjun's heart ached severely, and the secret injury that was originally just to repair Li Jiuyan at any cost could not be suppressed at this moment, he could feel that something was wrong with his body, his soul trembled, and he vomited blood.

Some of the East XZ was like magma in the ground when he was in his heart, and he could temporarily endure the heart-eating heat when the volcano had not yet erupted.

But once it erupts, it can't be controlled anymore.

The primordial spirit is the foundation of heaven and earth, and if the primordial spirit is extinguished, the life and rest will also be extinguished.

Yun Zhongjun pinched countless soul-chasing decisions in an instant, but there was no news.

There is no master in this world anymore, and there is no little scholar, that regent, and that Li Jiujun who does not change Li Jiutong even if he has a captivating city.

Yun Zhongjun thought of the day when the regent died, the people of the city gave the regent a funeral, the corpse was carried across the street, and the miserable white spirit flags flew in the wind.

In the mourning basin on the hearse, paper money burned brightly, and ashes flew like bees.

Yun Zhongjun still didn't believe it, and muttered, "Master? ”

"Master?"

No one answered, and called again, "Master? ”

There was silence between heaven and earth, like a tomb.

Yun Zhongjun could no longer stand such torture and severe pain, looking up to the sky trombone, the mountains and forests shook, and the beasts hibernated and did not dare to move.

His day fell from the sky.

For the rest of his life, there will be only a long night of silence.

Yun Zhongjun howled angrily, "You hate me like this! Do you hate me like that? Master! ”

Yun Zhongjun gritted his teeth, "I'm not as good as you want, I want to be a rebel, even if you die, you can't hide from me!" ”

Yun Zhongjun accumulated strength between his palms, and slapped his head with one palm, he was going to re-enter reincarnation by committing suicide, looking for the line that Heavenly Dao had left for Li Jiu, and he was entangled endlessly.

He didn't know if Li Jiuyan had an afterlife, but fortunately, he didn't want this life, the sea of people was sinking, and there would always be a day when they met again.

This palm is extraordinarily powerful, and Yun Zhongjun is rushing to kill himself with a single blow.

But this resolute palm was stopped by Wang Xiaotao.

"Don't go, Yun Zhongjun, the matter between you and Senior Brother is over, but we have just begun."

Wang Xiaotao gently took down the palm that Yun Zhongjun was pressing on his head.

"The elder brother is dead, but he still has a legacy in this world, don't you want to?"

"I have my brother's sword ······ here" Wang Xiaotao pulled out a bright sword, "Do you want it?" This is the favorite thing of the senior brother in the old mother's palace, this sword and the senior brother accompany each other day by day, if it is refined into a human form, I am afraid that the senior brother can also get a little charm. ”

Wang Xiaotao's pair of golden pupils slowly rotated, and the honey-like golden dense divine power slowly enveloped Yun Zhongjun into it, unusually gentle.

The golden marriage line in Yun Zhongjun's body slowly tightened, this feeling was so strange, he had never experienced such a feeling, the internal organs seemed to be not in his own hands, they were all in the hands of others, and the sourness seemed to be substantial, like a dense vine, under his skin and flesh, shuttling rapidly, spreading, and circling.

Entrenched in his veins and meridians, twisted fiercely, his heart beating violently.

Suddenly I felt so much pain in my heart, so painful.

It hurt so much that he could barely breathe and think.

The moment he raised his eyes to look at Wang Xiaotao, Yun Zhongjun's eyes were also dyed blazing gold, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and he was unreasonably thirsty out of thin air, only when he looked at those eyes and listened to her, those weird sourness would be alleviated.

Listen to her.

Yun Zhongjun thought, he was going to die anyway, such a sour feeling was too uncomfortable.

Listen to her.

Yun Zhongjun nodded, I really want it, Shizun's sword must be full of Shizun's sword intent and taste.

"If you want, cut off your leg and exchange it with me."

"I have a lot of good things here, I can give them to you and exchange them with you."

Yun Zhongjun looked down at his legs, useless legs, he couldn't catch up with Shizun anyway, it was in vain to run for so many years, such a waste could be exchanged for Shizun's sword, it was really profitable.

Yun Zhongjun cut off his leg without hesitation and threw it to Wang Xiaotao's side.

"Sword."

He stretched out his bloody hand and begged Wang Xiaotao for it.

Wang Xiaotao was the talker, and threw the snowy sword into Yun Zhongjun's hand.

Yun Zhongjun immediately hugged him in his arms as if he had obtained some treasure, for fear of being snatched away.

This is the last sword of the master in this world.

If you lose it, the master will be angry.

One leg, two legs, one hand, two hands, all the muscles and veins all over Yun Zhongjun were pulled out by Yun Zhongjun himself, and he exchanged clothes with Wang Xiaotao that Li Jiu had worn.

Even when Wang Xiaotao begged him for his heart, Yun Zhongjun's hands trembled, and he slammed into his chest, and in the piercing sound of tearing flesh and bones, he dripped his hands full of blood, and held out a still beating, steaming heart, and held it up eatingly: "Look, look...... This is my heart, I give you my heart, you step on it, poke it, chop it, do whatever you want with it, give me the sachet of the master, okay, wow, can you let the master not hate me......"

By the end of the day, Yun Zhongjun had already cut himself down to his head, holding Li Jiuyan's favorite snack in his mouth, his head was nestled next to Li Jiuyan's clothes, his eyes were still blinking, and he looked at Wang Xiaotao with a bright eye, expecting her to take out something to exchange with him.

"You said that Senior Brother, would he be a little happy to see you embarrassed like this? After all, he hates you so much. ”

"Will he have a trace of pity when he sees you?"

Will it?

Yun Zhongjun looked at Wang Xiaotao, unaware that his mind had already been controlled by Wang Xiaotao, and he thought that all the decisions he made today were his own decisions.

Wang Xiaotao smiled and nodded.

Yes.

For that little bit of mercy, that little bit of joy, Yun Zhongjun also laughed, and the remaining head also chose to explode itself and turned into a pile of flying ashes.

He chose the same way to die as Li Jiuyan.

Under the confinement of the Heavy Array, whether it is Li Jiujun or Yun Zhongjun, no one who dies in this Seven Emotions Transformation God Array will have reincarnation.

Wang Xiaotao held the life chart in his hand and forcibly terminated the entanglement between them.

In front of the Nantian Gate, the bell rang wildly, and a god fell.

Many immortals know today that gods also die.

Slightly sloppy downline