"Xiaoxiao, how about it?"

Jingya is in Hanoi of the Void and cannot see the scene in front of the dark abyss. I wonder if Jun Wuxie's condition has improved under the treatment of her life magic.

Su Xiaoxiao did not answer, and kept forming magic seals with both hands, using all the strongest life techniques. One after another, the life talisman map was penetrated into the depths of the dark continent, floating above Jun Wuxie, and performing on him.

Life infusion.

puff!

The successive use of taboo techniques caused her to suffer a violent backlash, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of her throat.

At this moment, the bridge built by Jingya and Cangtian collapsed.

Jingya vomited blood with her mouth, her body was full of holes, and was suddenly swept out by the force of the impact of the river of void.

The same is true for the sky. The battle body and magic phase was shaken out, disintegrated on the spot, and split into pieces.

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly used his life magic power to gather his body and repair it.

"Miss Su, don't waste your energy, my origin has disappeared, cough cough..." Cangtian choked out a large stream of blood from his mouth. He turned to look at the dark abyss, his lips trembled, and his weak eyes suddenly became

Very bright, shouting: "Jun Wuxie! I don't owe you anymore! But my Cang clan owes you the protection. Even if I die, I still owe you the debt! If there is a next life, we will not fight again.

When we met, I will beat you into a pig's head, hahaha..."

His face was filled with a smile, his breathing stopped, his eyes were open, and he still looked at the deepest part of the Dark Continent.

"Heaven!"

Jingya shouted, checked his vital signs, sighed, and reached out to close his eyes, but those eyes could not close, and even her neck could not turn. She just looked at the dark continent.

Place.

"There is still a trace of true soul that has not completely dissipated, but there is basically no hope of resurrection..."

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes trembled slightly, and she said as she looked in front of the dark abyss.

"How is he?"

Jingya also looked there, Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, her eyes that had not been waving were suddenly filled with tears, and she threw herself into Jingya's arms and sobbed loudly.

"Brother Wuxie...Brother Wuxie...He is dead..."

Her voice was full of sadness and fear, and her hands clutched Jingya's clothes tightly.

"You...what did you say?" Jingya held her tears-covered face and said loudly: "You are lying to me, right? How could he die? I saw that he was still moving. He was still there before

Kill the enemy and talk to the Emperor of Darkness!”

Su Xiaoxiao cried and shook her head, biting her pale lips, and tears kept rolling down.

"Impossible. I haven't accepted him as a disciple yet. I haven't seen him reach the top yet. How could he die? No!"

Jingya couldn't accept this fact, she didn't believe it!

"Brother Wuxie is really dead... His life span has been exhausted. He should have died for some days. He is fighting with his immortal obsession. Woo woo..."

Jingya's lips trembled, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she hugged Su Xiaoxiao tightly, staring at the figure in front of the abyss.

What kind of will a person must have to be able to exhaust his life and die, and still leave an immortal obsession to kill the enemy and block the attack of the dark powerful!

No one has ever impacted her heart like this.

"Xiao Xiao doesn't cry, he will create miracles. I believe he can be resurrected from the dead. How could a legend like him die? He will survive..."

Jingya murmured in Su Xiaoxiao's ear, not knowing whether she was comforting Su Xiaoxiao or herself.

"Don't talk about this to anyone in the dynasty for the time being. It cannot be mentioned before the darkness is completely defeated!"

Jingya said in a trembling voice.

"Aunt Jing." Su Xiaoxiao looked at Jingya with her tears, her eyes dull, "I thought I could not care about these things, I thought I could do the same, just like before, with only pity for the people in my eyes and heart.

But now, I can't accept it, I feel so sad, I think... I think everything in the world is meaningless to me. What do you mean by living?"

"She's crazy."

Jingya hugged her, feeling sad and distressed.

It would be great if Xiaoxiao could have said these words earlier to him, but he would never hear them again. Perhaps it would be a regret in his life for him.

...

At this time, countless army of Yinling and Yinling strong men gathered in Yinling Mountain.

"Commander, are we going to attack? Now the Zhuxian Dynasty is at its most empty time. The strong people basically support the six ancient stars of life. That boy is trapped in the dark continent, and there are only more than tens of thousands of wounded soldiers in the city!"

"No hurry. Whether we want to attack the lower realm is determined by the actual situation. Otherwise, the strong and the army will be destroyed in vain, but the results will not be obtained. Although most of their strong people have gone to support, they have stayed behind.

Those two women have extremely high talent growth intensity. Although they are seriously injured at this time, they are not something that we quasi-myths can deal with. And those Xuanjia Army, even if they are wounded soldiers, are difficult to break."

"The commander makes sense. We have to wait and see how much they fight with the Dark Universe, and then make a decision!"

...

Dark continent, in front of the dark abyss.

Jun Wuxie sat on the corpse of a mountain of dark strong man. His body was very thin. An eight-foot man, whose originally strong body is probably less than 60 kilograms now, and his whole body is covered in skin and bones.

His hair was covered in white hair, and he looked down at his skinny palms, his skin was blue, and his body spots were almost growing.

"So this is what it feels like to look at your body..."

He murmured to himself, took out a jar of peach blossom wine, patted Kaifeng mud, and greedily sipped the aroma of the wine, but could not smell anything.

I sipped in a big mouthful of wine, but my taste buds didn't feel anything.

"I can't even sense the taste of Yao'er's peach blossom brew..."

He recalled the past, and every little thing appeared before his eyes.

"Brother is really going to leave you this time. I can't see you reshape your body. You must be very beautiful at that time." He said and suddenly smiled, "Of course my Yao'er is the most beautiful.

, It's the most beautiful every moment. But, I'm afraid that you will be sad and sad. You know, I'm afraid that you will cry when you see you sad. In the future, with Aunt You and Qingxue, they will be nice to you, and hopefully there will be

Then one day, you can forget your brother, and you can be happy..."

He lowered his head, his white hair covered his old face, and a drop of tears fell into the wine jar, causing waves in the wine.

He trembled and stretched out his fingers, portrayed in the air, and a scroll gradually appeared. On it was a gentle and beautiful woman with a beautiful face, full of warm smile, and those eyes that looked like peach blossom petals, smiled very much

charming.

"Yao'er, brother misses you so much, really miss you..."

He raised his head slightly, and his white hair slid to both sides, revealing his wrinkled old and thin face. The turbid eyes stared at the woman in the scroll, with crystal flashing in his eyes, gradually condensed into tears and slipping down, disappearing from his face.

In that deep wrinkle.

Brother Wuxie~

Brother Wuxie~

It seemed that he heard the intimate call again, the sound engraved in his soul.

In my ears, I seemed to hear her singing the song again: I still have no gratitude in this life...

She said that it was a song from his mother's ancestral star.

Where is the mother's ancestral star?

His memory is missing and he can't remember many things.

...

In an elegant courtyard at the bottom of the Dragon Nest Abyss forbidden area of ​​life in the East China Sea.

The Dragon Lord stood in front of the stone table, looking quietly in the distance, and the pen recorded in his hand stopped at the end of a paragraph, and he did not continue to write down for a long time.

"Lord Dragon."

Next to him, Long Yuan stood with his hands down. He was here with the Dragon Lord for a long time, watching the Dragon Lord maintain this posture for several days.

Bang!

The pen in the Dragon Lord's hand fell on the table. The hand holding the pen slowly tightened, clenched its fist, trembling slightly, and then sat on the stool dejectedly.

Long Yuan's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all. His expression was heavy and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"He is a person with no fixed fate in nature and a person valued by the Emperors of Heaven. How could he die like this? It shouldn't be like this..."

The Dragon Lord slapped the table with his palm, and the table made of divine materials instantly turned into powder.

"He is an amazing young man. Although his realm is only at the top of the semi-saint, I admire him very much, admire his courage, admire his tenacity, and admire his tenacious will..."

Long Yuan sighed, very moved.

The young man he and the Dragon Lord admired eventually died, and now only his immortal will and beliefs are left, forcibly supporting them.

Once the Dark Emperor crosses the border, after a battle, he will fall down and be buried in the dark continent regardless of the victory or defeat.

How terrible it is to face a powerful mythical man in almost the entire dark universe. How desperate it is for a practitioner in the semi-saint-level realm, but he killed all myths!

In the history of cultivation in the heavens and all realms, no one can achieve this level in this realm! No one can kill thousands of powerful enemies with the immortal obsession while his body is completely dead. No one can kill thousands of powerful enemies with his immortal obsession.
To be continued...