Through those misty eyes, Rong Xian seemed to see the depths of Lily of the Valley's heart.

She sat upright, her eyes staring straight ahead, whether it was her expression or her breath, she exuded a coldness.

The eyes that contain thousands of stars are as clear as a god descending into the world, and her straight back is like a sword, or she is a sword at this time.

"You're in a bad situation. Rong Xian frowned slightly, as if puzzled.

"Why are you upset? You brought Shengge, and you also used this kind of subordinate. Just because I didn't sink like you, you were unhappy. Rong Xian righteously accused: "Your mood is too bad. ”

Lily of the valley almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, if she couldn't control her body now, she would definitely pounce and die with Rong Xian.

As if knowing what Lily of the Valley 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'm actually the same as you, I have paid the price." ”

Lily of the valley was stunned, and at that moment, her confused eyes also cleared up for a moment.

Just that moment was enough for her to see Rong Xian's frosty hair dyed, the twilight was dull, and her breath was weak.

"Hahahaha. She burst out laughing, and her smile was full of wanton joy.

Rong Xian, Rong Xian, even if I didn't win, I didn't lose, I didn't lose.

In an instant, you will lose your life, Rong Xian, you won't live long, I'm waiting for you in hell.

A stream of blood spurted out of Lily of the Valley's mouth, and she took advantage of the brief clarity to cut herself off.

Rong Xian was a little puzzled, not understanding what Lily of the Valley was happy about.

Is her pursuit to exchange her life for a bald head? This wish is too arbitrary.

Rong Xian pondered for a moment, but still didn't say the news that she could turn her hair back to black, after all, Lily of the Valley was dead, and she still didn't fall into the well.

Hawkers, Rong Xian also has a very moral bottom line.

It's a pity that Lily of the Valley is not equal to the information on Rong Xian's side.

In the monk's body, this moment of whiteness, twilight, and weak breath is certainly exhausting his mental strength and life, and he is not far from death.

But Rong Xian, not to mention the existence of the Wood Spirit Bead, is the protection of her own dragon qi and the resistance of the Sword Emperor's essence and blood, which is enough to make her unharmed.

It can only be said that Lily of the Valley is only happy when she is dying in her life.

And that's just an illusion.

After Rong Xian smelled the faint smell of blood, her expression did not change at all, and she only beckoned to the demon cultivator who was standing quietly: "Bury it." ”

Demon Xiu replied respectfully, and immediately reached out and dragged Lily of the Valley's body down.

Rong Xian looked up at the sunset that was slanting to the west, felt the fluctuation of the demonic qi, and immediately looked back, only to see a group of demon cultivators walking over with Qi Pan.

The number of demon cultivators is much smaller than before, and it seems that many people have been folded in Qi Pan's fight.

"My lord, Qi Pan has already brought. Demon Xiu licked his face and replied respectfully.

Although Qi Pan was at a disadvantage, he was still arrogant, and he asked coldly, "Who are you? You are not a demon cultivator of Heartless Cliff, I have never seen you." ”

Rong Xian blinked, the sword qi around her body swung out, and the huge pressure made everyone present seem to be swallowed by the invisible sword qi, the two trembled, and the pupils contracted in fear.

The cold sweat on Qi Pan's head ran down his forehead, back of his neck, and back.

There was a tick, and the cold sweat hit the ground.

At the same time, the sword qi stabbed into Qi Pan's surrounding acupoints, and the moment the sword qi pierced through his body, the acupoints around his body were sealed, and the spiritual power in his body was cut off inch by inch, and the tendons and veins were also crushed into pieces.

Immediately, the powerful momentum was suddenly retracted, and Qi Pan was so painful that he was blurred when he came back and forth, only to hear the man's voice being cold to the bone: "I know that some people have cultivated the magic function to turn other people's cultivation for their own use, and now, Qi Pan has handed it over to you." ”

Qi Pan's eyes darkened, he fainted in pain, and then he never had a chance to wake up again.

Rong Xian's words fell, and the demon cultivators were all happy, they all heard the meaning of this adult clearly, they rarely had the opportunity to use the quick method to cultivate, and this rare opportunity made the demon cultivators very excited.

"Go, don't take half a step into the tomb if you have nothing to do. Rong Xian's aura around her body was all constricted, and the whole person seemed extremely harmless.

But none of the demon cultivators dared to underestimate her, and after the demon cultivators responded respectfully, they left lightly with Qi Pan.

Rong Xian was the only one left here, and the dead tomb glowed with a single green light, weird and terrifying.

Rong Xian felt that this place was the most intimate, she had been here for more than a thousand years, and no one was more familiar with the grass and trees here than her.

She sat among the tombs, like a loyal guardian, and like a figurine without any popularity.

Haotian Immortal Sect, Shen Jiuliu's eyelids kept beating for the past two days, and he only felt that something big had happened.

He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't sit still.

"Sword head, have you found Xiao Xian's location?" Shen Jiuliu couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart.

The sword head shook his head and said, "My subordinates are incompetent, and I have never found any news of Miss Rong." ”

Shen Jiuliu waved his hand, and the sword head retreated willingly.

Shen Jiuliu pressed it on his chest, listening to his heart beating again and again, and only felt irritable.

He took out the purse, wanted to look at the two stone dolls again, and his fingertips inadvertently swiped the cedar flowers on the purse, Shen Jiuliu's eyes lit up, as if he thought of something.

After he put the purse back on, his hands quickly sealed, and the obscure energy spread through his micro-center.

A familiar flower loomed, and when Shen Jiuliu saw this flower, he immediately tensed up, and there was a faint excitement in his eyes.

Cedar Blossom reappeared, and he could find Xiaoxian again.

Shen Jiu's mind moved, and the cedar tree flower flew out quickly, leading the way for him.

Outside the holy mountain, Rong Yu stood on the shore panting: "Senior Ye, which direction is the teacher's breath now?"

The golden mangs around Ye Wenchun's fingertips moved, and flew towards the west of the holy mountain.

Ye Wenchun stretched out his hand and pointed: "There." ”

Rong Yu's face sank: "That's the Heartless Cliff." ”

When the words fell, he had already turned into light.

Su Xuan and Ye Wenchun didn't say a word, and chased in that direction.

Ling Juncong's face turned a little pale, no matter how lucky he was, his background was always inferior to Rong Yu and the others, his cultivation was not comparable, and his speed was not comparable.

But looking at the backs of Rong Yu and the others, Ling Juncong gritted his teeth, lifted his aura and chased after him.

In the tomb of Mianfeng, a cedar flower in front of Rong Xian was flickering, but she didn't open her eyes, as if her eyelids were too heavy to be lifted anymore.

A faint cold wind lifted her long hair, and the whiteness at the ends of her hair continued to spread upwards, 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 moment, but she never opened her eyes.

The fourth day is almost over, there are still three days left, and if you hold on for three more days, the sheng song will be solved.

In the depths of consciousness, Rong Xian's soul also sat cross-legged, but the soul was dim and colorless, appearing and disappearing.