Whether Rong Xian is poisonous or not, the black fog doesn't know.

When Rong Xian finished wiping her hands and threw the handkerchief on the ground, the Tongzhou sleeve robe outside the thunder pillar flicked off, and a golden token passed through the thunder pillar without any obstruction, and smashed directly on the body of the black mist.

The black mist suddenly let out a miserable scream, as if it was sucked by the gold medal, and turned into a whirlpool and flew into the gold medal uncontrollably.

"Emperor Xu, stop, you dare?!" Black Mist shouted in panic, and the next moment it was included in the gold medal.

Black Mist: "......" is a bit unimposing.

Rong Xian pretended to say, "It seems that I still dare." ”

In the sky above his head, the gold medal completed the task and meekly flew to the front of Rong Xian and stopped.

Rong Xian stretched out her hand to catch the gold medal, her fingertips gently rubbed on the gold medal, and she felt the imperceptible vibration of the gold medal machine, Rong Xian chuckled.

She casually threw the gold medal out, and the gold medal directly turned into a streamer and fell into the hands of the same boat.

The black mist was taken away, and Rong Xian looked down at Rong Yang who was lying on the ground, her eyes flowing with inexplicable feelings.

She glanced at the thunder pillar surrounding her, and suddenly reached out and patted her chest, and her main consciousness was directly separated.

Rong Xian's main soul looked back at the trace of consciousness that controlled his body, and his gaze was as deep as a cold pool, as if he had seen the depths of his body.

"You help me to control my body with this consciousness, and if necessary, I can discard the memories in my consciousness, but I must ensure that the consciousness itself does not dissipate. The silent voice came to the back of his mind.

In the sea of consciousness covered by a giant face, on the lotus platform rolled up by the storm, under the figure of the condensed consciousness, an invisible force faintly spread.

"Rest assured, Abba won't let you down. ”

After receiving the voice from the sky, Rong Xian's main soul withdrew his gaze.

She only took two steps forward and squatted beside Rong Yang.

Looking at this pale and silent little face, Rong Xian's soul closed his eyes heavily.

It's still too weak, if she can be stronger, she can directly rescue Yang'er, and she doesn't have to let him suffer this pain.

She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch the child's cold face, but her hand passed directly through Rong Yang's face.

Her hands paused in midair, a shallow sadness lingering around her.

Rong Xian's main soul: "......"

Rong Xian's main soul lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes covered the layers of waves under her eyes.

In just an instant, the loneliness around her was swept away, as if it had never existed.

Rong Xian her, her reason is terrible, and she will never be allowed to have uncontrollable feelings in her.

She has absolute control over herself, and what is beyond her control will never be allowed to exist.

When she looked at the child on the ground again, the shallow worry between her eyebrows was no longer the mother's concern, but the doctor's concern for the patient.

She removed all the feelings that could shake her mind in an instant.

"Yang'er, you'll be fine. Rong Xian's main soul smiled at the corner of her mouth, and said softly.

Her voice fell, and she turned into a ray of light that escaped from the pillar of thunder and disappeared into the sky.

At the same time, the surrounding thunder pillars flickered and disappeared directly.

The next moment, Yu Guogong and the others all rushed over.

Zong Zheng saw Rong Yang on the ground at first sight, and with his eyes and cultivation, he naturally saw that Rong Yang's breath was completely absent at first glance.

His heart trembled, he turned his head to look at Rong Xian, who was standing quietly not far away, and asked for the first time without the etiquette of a monarch and a minister: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with the second prince?"

Rong Xian's aura was weaker than before, and it was cleaner, as if she was really an ordinary person, standing there without the slightest threat.

She replied earnestly, "I'm asleep." ”

Zong Zheng choked for a moment, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

The second prince obviously has no signs of life, and His Majesty just opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Zong Zheng wanted to go up and pick up the second prince in pain, but he might as well Rong Xian suddenly stretched out his hand, and a Xuanhuang orb exuding heavy vitality in his palm was suspended in mid-air.

Where he didn't see it, a small spirit inside the orb was falling into a deep sleep.

The black power rooted in the depths of his soul was being withdrawn little by little.

With every trace of detachment, Rong Xian's face turned pale, and the giant face in the sea of consciousness became even more angry.

"Emperor Xu, do you want to save your son? The giant face became more and more hideous.

It opened its mouth and roared, and an esoteric power emanated from its mouth.

At this moment, Rong Xian clearly sensed that the same aura as the giant face came from somewhere outside the sky and rushed into the giant face, and the giant face was more than twice as powerful as before.

The chains in the sky above the consciousness broke in pieces, turning into pure power and being swallowed up by the giant face.

As the more memories were devoured, the giant face turned into a human form at a speed that seemed slow but was actually rapid, and its appearance also changed from appearance to clarity, just like Rong Xian, but it looked more dangerous and powerful.

Just like when Rong Xian was the Demon Venerable, she had an unrestrained feeling of strong aggression.

With the formation of the giant face, Rong Xian's figure will always gradually drift away, and occasionally she can't keep her human form and becomes transparent.

"Emperor Xu, soon the deity will become you. The man's tone was flamboyant and smug.

Rong Xian stood on the lotus platform, her figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, and her voice was fluttering: "If Your Excellency can live like me, I am willing to give up my body to Your Excellency, after all, it is no different from my life." ”

The man's face changed dramatically, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Emperor Xu, don't think that the deity won't dare to kill you directly. The man said gloomily.

To be honest, using Rong Xian's face to make this kind of expression, Rong Xian feels like she is watching a comedy.

The corners of her mouth curled, and she said bluntly: "You didn't dare to kill me, you would rather slowly devour my soul body in this way and merge with me than do it directly." You are afraid of being killed by the national fortune, afraid of the discovery of the karma of heaven and earth, and afraid of being targeted by the way of heaven. ”

After a pause, she looked at the man's distorted expression, and said very comfortably: "Since you don't dare to kill me, why do you have to say cruel words, isn't this the legendary #Straight Mouth#?"

Man: "......"

The man was directly angry, and it laughed angrily: "Rong Ya, although you can use the power of your tongue, it can be regarded as the last tolerance of the deity for your dying person." ”

Rong Xian pulled her sleeve to cover her face and did not speak.

The man: "...... Speak. ”

Rong Xian sighed lightly and said in a similar way: "I just couldn't be moved, but I didn't expect Your Excellency to have a Buddha's heart." ”

The man's face instantly turned black as the bottom of a pot, and he said with rage: "Don't be mentioned by the deity to the bald donkeys in the Elysium. ”

Rong Xian blinked, seemingly puzzled.

It seems that this man still has a grudge with those monks.