"Great God..."

Ling Yueyue looked at Meng Xiang's eyes, and all she saw was infinite tenderness and heartache.

Yes, Meng Xiang is heartbroken.

Ling Yueyue was already hopeless.

Because she is a battle spirit, Ling Yueyue is a simple spirit body, and she is composed of pure yuan, and the speed of erosion by the demon yuan is also faster and more thorough than that of a creature with a physical body.

The fox next to her is only less than one percent of the pollution, and Ling Yueyue's pollution is close to ninety.

With Meng Xiang's ability, if he didn't have a godhead, he could only heal a spirit that was no more than fifty percent polluted at most.

To save Ling Yueyue, you need to repel the godhead of the opposite sex, but the ghost knows where this divinity is now?

"Great God, I... It's hopeless... Is it?" Ling Yueyue looked at Meng Xiang's eyes and understood her fate.

Meng Xiang lowered his head, and his gaze never left her eyes.

At this point, it is better to answer than to answer.

"A man in black broke into Roaring Ridge, he claimed to be the incarnation of the demon, I have never seen such a thick demon element, just by touching, it can cause serious pollution, not only took away the Nine Calamities of the Floating Slaughter, but also gave the two of them..."

Qiu Wanli couldn't go on.

She slammed the table in indignation, as if to be indignant at her own powerlessness.

She was obviously the weakest of the three, but she was not in any danger.

Meng Xiang's brows moved.

Demon incarnate?

There are also demon incarnations in the Nine Continents?

No, that's not the point right now!

"I'm sorry, I hurt you, I shouldn't have given you the Nine Calamities of Futu, but I should have given you other magic weapons. ”

Meng Xiang looked at her faintly, although his expression did not change, but at this moment, his heart was already turbulent.

How can I save her?Is there a way to save Ling Yueyue without rejecting the godhead of the opposite sex?

Meng Xiang thought desperately, but his head was blank.

Although he was very annoyed by Ling Yueyue's verbosity, after all, after getting along for such a long time, Meng Xiang couldn't deny that deep down, he had regarded Ling Yueyue as a friend second only to Ugly.

"Don't say that. ”

Ling Yueyue pulled out a desolate smile: "It was I who lost the Nine Calamities of the Futu, you trust me so much, but I ...... I'm sorry. ”

Rattle.

Ling Yueyue's words made Meng Xiang even more tormented.

Damn, I'm an immeasurable immortal emperor, can I just watch all this and be powerless?

"Don't say that, I'll find a way to save you. Meng Xiang gently stroked her face.

Although he was comforting her, his hands couldn't stop shaking.

At this second, feeling Meng Xiang's heartache, Ling Yueyue seemed to accept her fate.

yes, what a bumpy fate.

left his hometown to join Zixuanmen, hoping to embark on the road of cultivation, but he was unexpectedly killed by a traitor, cut off his heart, buried in the bones, and became a ghost.

I didn't even know that my parents died of illness, and I didn't even know that my sister was working as a dung digger, so I died in vain.

Having lost her heart, she thought she would never see the light again, but she was burying her bones and met this man with super-sized strength.

On this day, she witnessed the strong man standing at the peak, and since that day, she has been looking up at this high mountain called Meng Xiang.

Maybe it's longing, it's also normal, what woman wouldn't dream of a strong man?

But Meng Xiang was too powerful, so powerful that Ling Yueyue thought that even if she had practiced for thousands of years, she would not be able to keep up with his footsteps.

Ling Yueyue, who didn't dare to show her heart, could only pester Meng Xiang by coquettishness, nagging, etc., just hoping to extend Meng Xiang's time by her side even for a second.

In the face of Meng Xiang's trust, as well as the entrusted Futu Nine Calamities, Ling Yueyue was undoubtedly happy, because Meng Xiang valued herself, but she didn't expect...

She knows her own end, as a spirit body, she is polluted like this by the demon element, what will be the end?

There is only one end!

At the moment when it is completely polluted, Ling Yueyue will transform into a demon chrysalis, and after seven hundred and forty-nine years of incubation, it will be born into a new demon incarnation, and this process is irreversible.

In fact, Zhao Tianqiao and Ren Xiaoyao, who abuse the Demon Yuan, although they can gain powerful power, they cannot avoid being corroded, and over time, the Demon Yuan in the Yuan Shen will continue to grow and erode the Yuan Shen, and they will eventually become demon incarnations.

Therefore, the moment you are contaminated, if there is no immortal Buddha to save you with their repelling godhead, it means that you have lost your future.

If there is no way to save her, then Meng Xiang has only one choice...

Annihilate Ling Yueyue with your own hands!

The soul is scattered, never reincarnated!

Ling Yueyue knew this, and Meng Xiang also knew it.

Nine minutes to go.

"Great God, don't think about it, kill me, I can die in your hands, and Yueyue can be regarded as dying without regrets... Hehe, although I'm already dead. ”

Ling Yueyue said a chilling joke, but this joke was not funny at all in Meng Xiang's ears, but very harsh.

"Don't say that, I'll find a way to save you. Meng Xiang tried hard to restrain his emotions.

Nine minutes, not nine days or nine years, just nine minutes, what can you do?

After getting the demon incarnation of the Nine Calamities of the Floating Slaughter, Meng Xiang really didn't have the ability to kill him in nine minutes.

Besides, the demon incarnation is not here, where can I find him?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the demon incarnation is here, it is useless to kill him.

This is not a movie, a lot of monsters, kill the main body, the mobs will die, the infected humans will be cured, and the world will be peaceful.

How can it be so convenient?

Pollution is pollution, and killing the demon incarnation will not restore the person who has been polluted.

Damn, what should I do?

"Great God, I still have one last wish, although I lost the Nine Calamities of the Futu and I was not qualified to mention it to you, but... Can you satisfy me for the sake of our acquaintance?"

"Don't say that, when have I not fulfilled my friend's wishes?" Meng Xiang's tone was a little hurried.

When Ling Yueyue heard this, she showed a reassuring smile.

She said weakly, "I... I want to die in your arms. ”

Boom...... Boom!

The heartbeat missed two beats in an instant.

Meng Xiang realized something in an instant.

"What are you talking about? I said I'll save you, don't say that, I..."

"Please, okay?"

didn't give Meng Xiang a chance to finish speaking, Ling Yueyue's simple five words made Meng Xiang feel...

My chest hurts, how does it feel, I...

Looking at Ling Yueyue's sincere eyes, Meng Xiang could no longer refuse.

Gently helping Ling Yueyue, who was already unable to move, Meng Xiang was a little clumsy and let her lean on his chest, and gently wrapped his arms around her.

Looking at this scene, Qiu Wanli also realized what would happen next, lowered his head, and limped out of the house.

Feeling Meng Xiang's warm chest, Ling Yueyue showed a satisfied smile.

At this moment, where does she still have her usual pompous appearance, she looks like an ordinary girl.

Looking at Ling Yueyue's happy smile in his arms, Meng Xiang's lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Great God... I... Actually, I've always had a crush on you, although it's a little numb, but I don't want to go with this regret. ”

"Don't say it, anyone who is not blind can see this kind of thing. Meng Xiang suddenly felt that his nose seemed to be a little sour.

"Really, it's a great god, I really can't hide anything from you, sure enough... Am I not worthy of you?"

"I..."

Meng Xiang couldn't answer this question.

I don't like pompous women, how could such a thing be said at such a time.

"God, after I leave, I hope you can help me take care of my sister, she is a hard-working child, I have not fulfilled my responsibility as a sister to her, I don't ask you to take care of her for the rest of her life, but I hope you can let her not be bullied. ”

Ling Yueyue's voice was very weak, so weak that she couldn't hear it clearly without touching her mouth.

Her eyes were turning black little by little.

Meng Xiang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, nodded, and tried to restrain his emotions.

Seeing Meng Xiang nodding, Ling Yueyue stretched her facial features as if she was comfortable.

She was out of sight.

"By the way, God, I hope... You can... Take this. ”

She struggled to lift her only untainted finger and tapped open her storage.

In the storage space, a red handkerchief suddenly fell.

Leisurely, as if consciously, this hand fell into Meng Xiang's hand.

"This is..."

Meng Xiang looked at the handkerchief suspiciously.

It's unremarkable, just an ordinary mortal thing, the red background color looks a little vulgar, and there is a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered around the neck.

This picture is ordinary, but it is affectionate.

In the lower right corner of the handkerchief, the names of Meng Xiang and Ling Yueyue are embroidered, with a peach heart in the middle.

"It's... I embroidered it myself, it wasn't very good, and I was still seventeen stitches away, and I knew it wasn't a treasure, but... Can you take her?"

Ling Yueyue trembled, tears pouring down like a broken embankment.

The simple confession became the last words of her death in this second, and she could no longer restrain her longing for Meng Xiang.

Why, why didn't I confess sooner?

Ling Yueyue regretted it.

Smack.

A crystal teardrop, dripping on the handkerchief.

When he came back to his senses, the scene in front of him began to distort, as if a layer of mist had risen, and he couldn't see clearly.

Meng Xiang shed a tear.

His hands were spasming uncontrollably, and his chest felt as if he had been pressed with a heavy object.

This feeling was the first time Meng Xiang had.

It's uncomfortable!

It's really uncomfortable.

It's unbearable, even the Immeasurable Immortal Emperor can't bear it!

Clutching the handkerchief tightly, Meng Xiangqiang resisted the urge to cry and nodded. "Thank you, I will cherish it. ”

"Too... All right. Ling Yueyue said, unable to maintain consciousness any longer.

The Demon Yuan had begun to erode her senses, and her head tilted slightly, falling into a final coma before she died.

Looking at Ling Yueyue leaning against her chest, her expression was so peaceful, as if she had fulfilled a lifelong wish, as if she had just fallen asleep.

Meng Xiang couldn't hold back his trembling any longer, and tears rolled down.

Think back to the month.

Although Ling Yueyue was verbose and impetuous, there was one thing that Meng Xiang could no longer deny at the moment.

It was a real pleasure to be with her!

"Oh~ Do you know how desolate it is for me to be a weak woman, buried in the eternal burial ground?"

Her nagging.

"Great god, I want a magic weapon, can you give me one too?"

Her coquettishness.

"Great God, look at this jade rabbit, it's so cheap, it's only two spirit stones!"

Her smile.

"Wow, Great God, do you really want to lend me the Nine Calamities of the Floating Slaughter?"

Her joy.

...

"Uhh!!!!!!!!h

Meng Xiang couldn't stop his tears anymore and roared wildly at the sky.

The entire heavenly dome instantly cracked like glass.

A roar of pain that almost shattered the continent.

Why, why haven't I noticed?!

Why?!

Recalling that when he was in the immortal realm, he had just obtained the godhead, and Meng Xiang hurriedly sensed his attributes.

All the natural abilities are full, but only the women's fate is an imaginary number.

"Hahaha, Meng Xiang, do you know what the imaginary number of women represents? This is not the meaning that women will not fall in love with you, but it means that this kind of thing will never happen to you, once this happens, you and the woman who loves you will definitely die, this is a loophole in your luck, and it can never be repaired. Meng Xiang, you are miserable!"

At the beginning, when he mentioned this incident when he was drinking with the prison cow, the prison cow said so, but Meng Xiang didn't take it to heart at that time.

But now, Meng Xiang understood.

My heart hurts!

My heart hurts!

It's hard to feel the pain of wanting to gouge out your heart.

Demon ~ incarnation ~ body ~

I'm going to shred you to pieces!!

Grief and rage, the double spiral of the two emotions intertwined, like a drill, pierced Meng Xiang through!

The blue tendons on his forehead burst open the skin, blood flowed all over his face, the teeth in his mouth shattered, and sharp fangs grew! The bloodshot eyeballs were broken, and his eyes became redder than the crane's crown!

The explosive anger, if it was a little stronger, Meng Xiang would inevitably be angry, fall into the demonic path, and become an asura!

At this moment, Meng Xiang finally recognized his true heart.

Six minutes to go!

I'm going to save her, how can I save her?!

I can't even save a woman, what kind of bullshit immeasurable immortal emperor am I?!

There must be!

There must be some way, there must be a way to save Ling Yueyue without rejecting the godhead of the opposite sex, calm down, I will definitely be able to think of it!

Meng Xiang was almost crazy.

It was the first time to become a god, and it was the first time Meng Xiang had lost his temper like this.

Anger and sadness have such a strong power.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Ling Yueyue's body had been completely dyed black by the Demon Yuan.

Meng Xiang couldn't restrain himself anymore, hugging Ling Yueyue tightly, how he hoped that none of this had happened.

Oh my God, what am I going to do to save her?

Meng Xiang prayed for the first time in his life.

And at this second, a miracle happened!

Meng Xiang's storage space suddenly opened out of thin air, and from inside, a nine-curved spear flew out.

The tip of the spear pointed to the ground and slammed into the ground.

Meng Xiang looked at it fixedly, and then he understood the reason for coming.

This spear, like a spider silk in the dark, brought Meng Xiang the last glimmer of hope to save Ling Yueyue.

That's right, this spear was made of the golden body of the Meng Xiang brothers...

Prisoner Niuhu Yue!

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