The wind continued to blow violently, and the rocks on the mountain turned into molten lava, which gradually solidified in the wind and snow, while the trees fell and the nests overturned. Sparks were flying everywhere, and it was impossible for anyone to even get close!
After a moment, the old man's Sky-Splashing Gourd closed its spout tightly again, and the wind finally stopped. It was worthy of being a magic weapon as famous as the Huntian Compass and the Demon-Suppressing Stone. Its power was exaggerated, but I no longer wanted to see him. With this idea, I searched everywhere for traces of Xijun.
Seeing my anger and the fact that everything in front of me was burnt to ashes by his sky-throwing gourd, the old man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at all. Under the real fire, nothing should have been left, he just accelerated the fire.
I watched the flames continue to decrease because they burned Xijun to ashes, and I couldn't help but feel sad and anxious. Phoenix Nirvana, I don't know how to achieve nirvana, but now it's burned like this, how can you make me believe that Xijun is still alive? Diao demon mother plan.
"Junior, I will give you another chance. If you don't hand over these two treasures, you will lose not only this little phoenix, but probably more things." The old man's face was livid, although he was still afraid that I would Zulong can control the body, but after this test, he has completely understood my situation. Zulong really didn't just say that he would control the body.
"Xijun!! Xijun!!" I ignored him at all. Shukuchijutsu came to the land of ashes, looking for Xijun everywhere, but the old man hung the Sky-Throwing Gourd back to his waist, and then suddenly disappeared. At this moment Maybe he went to set up a formation, because he was not sure about taking me down at all. If he hadn't set up a formation, I couldn't imagine where he was going now.
"Brother...brother..." A faint call woke me up, and I followed it. On the red blood Zhoutian wood that was now burned to ashes, there was actually a tiny bit of flame as big as a fingernail left!
I quickly ran over, and when the gourd opened, the ice wind stopped, but the ground was still covered with a lot of ice crystals, but the natural breeze did not stop for a moment, and the flames were drifting in the wind and snow, almost extinguished.
I quickly knelt down on the ground and stretched out my palms to protect this pitiful little fire. Two lines of tears fell down involuntarily: "Xijun..."
"Brother..." Xijun's voice was also choked with sobs. She is talking to me now in a state of remnant soul. I don't know when she will disappear.
I blessed her with blood clothes, but for the demon, the blood clothes have no consequences.
"Brother... Xijun seems to be disappearing. His breath and consciousness seem to be unsustainable...Brother, you'd better leave..." Xijun said suddenly.
My expression changed, Xijun would never say this at ordinary times, but once he said this now, it would probably be the beginning of his soul's destruction.
"Xijun, please protect your consciousness forever. Brother will definitely try his best to help you restore your original appearance." I quickly took out the talisman and the soul urn where she once lived, and prepared to cast a spell to temporarily restore this person. A small fire was left behind.
"It's useless. I failed to survive the fire tribulation and am about to collapse. Brother, you don't need to help me. Anyway, I know that everyone hates me during this period. Even my brother is treating me..." Huo Miao shuddered. Perhaps Xijun felt that he was about to collapse and already had the intention to leave.
"It's not like that... Xijun, no one hates you. My brother still likes you as before. If you collapse, how sad will everyone be? Do you know?" I quickly asked her to calm down. As long as a trace of soul consciousness is retained, there is a possibility of recovery in the future.
I anxiously took out the formation flag, preparing to hold her soul together, but Xijun seemed determined to leave, and the flames became smaller and smaller.
He quickly called out Wang Yan, Song Wanyi, Jiang Han, and Liu Xiaomiao. As long as they didn't rest and recover in the soul jar, they could still understand what was going on outside. Now they saw that Xijun had failed to overcome the disaster and was about to collapse. , everyone looked very sad.
"Xijun... I... I am Yan'er..." Yan'er said nonchalantly, half-kneeling on the ground, and two lines of tears fell.
Song Wanyi's mood is the most complicated, and Xijun hates her the most, because she has the closest relationship with me, but during the battle, the two of them are strangely able to cooperate happily, and they are also comrades who can leave each other's back.
"Xijun, if you leave, the master will be mine, do you know?" Song Wanyi thought for a while and said.
"Hmph... Shangui, are you happy now..." Xijun hummed, but the flames dimmed again. Song Wanyi's eyes immediately turned red and she almost shed tears.
When Jiang Han heard that Song Wanyi was still saying this, he immediately became unhappy: "Ms. Song, what are you talking about? Now..."
"Okay, brother Jiang Han, Wanyi also wants to inspire Xijun's wish to live... Well, now it's better to talk to sister Xijun more..." Liu Xiaomiao and Song Wanyi are sisters, and of course they know each other's thoughts. .
"Xijun! Wuwuwu... I am Jiang Han..." Jiang Han burst into tears and reached out to lift Xijun out of the wind, but was blocked by Liu Xiaomiao: "Your hands are so cold, don't touch her."
Jiang Han cried loudly again: "Master, please set up the formation faster, Xijun wants to..."
I was also anxious in my heart, and I put up all the flag arrays of the Four Immortals, but I didn't stop Xijun from disappearing. Seeing Jiang Han's urging, I put up the last flag and hurried to Xijun's side.
"Xijun, you can't die now...your mother is still in Yingfeng's coffin. Are you willing to die like this?" I immediately moved out my thoughts of her.
"Brother... I don't want to die, but... there's nothing I can do..." Xijun seemed to know that he was about to become disillusioned.
"Do you still remember the first time we met in Xiaoyitun...you saved me countless times, and even fell into danger countless times, and our happy life together..." I quickly reminded her of these things. In order to strengthen the vitality of the soul body, I placed the soul urn under the flames and prepared to put it away.
"Xijun... I remember... Xijun likes my brother... But, Xijun..."
I recited a few spells silently, but to my surprise, the spell had no effect at all. As soon as the flames entered the soul urn, the soul urn immediately shattered with a snap. This was the jade soul urn where my wife once lived. How could it be so easy? It shattered.
Cold sweat started to flow down in an instant. The mood that I thought I could keep Xijun in fell to the bottom in an instant. The ghosts around me all looked pale, with endless sadness in their eyes.
The cruelest thing is to watch your partner just disappear, but you can't do anything to help.
Everyone sat in front of the fire in a daze, and various methods flashed through my mind, but at this time, none of them worked.
Xijun was handed over to me from my grandma and has gone through countless hardships. I have also watched her grow from being petite and cute, with a round face that was only as high as her waist, until now she has grown to my chest. Her eyes and smiles are all... As she grew up, she gradually became more and more beautiful. In addition, I also experienced her transformation from an ignorant and ignorant little devil, to a well-behaved and sweet little Xijun, and now, to a half-year-old child who is as rebellious as an ordinary little girl.
No matter what period of time, I always like her, because she is like my sister and everyone's sister.
Two lines of tears fell again. Memories flooded back to me bit by bit. I slept with Yan'er holding my arms. Because the clothes didn't fit, I made a fuss about changing clothes. Later, the girl's thoughts and all kinds of feelings, When I miss you, I feel sad.
"Xi Jun... Yan'er doesn't want you to leave... Yan'er is so envious every time... I'm so envious that you can grow up... Yan'er also wants to grow up." Wang Yan cried the most pitifully. After all, she was old. She is the youngest. The other ghosts in the family love her as if they are little sisters. Only Xijun is the same age as her. Although Xijun finally became a little girl, it did not last long. Her former voice and appearance are still there, but she still cherishes Xijun. Jun becomes his best friend.
"Xian'er... I..." Xijun seemed to want to say something to comfort Yan'er, but as the flames almost disappeared, she immediately said: "Brother... I like you... I really like you... I don't know Why, I don’t know since when...I can’t live without you..."
"Xijun... my brother also likes you very much, and everyone also likes you very much." I knew that I didn't have much time, so I tried various spells, but with no success.
"I've caused a lot of trouble...Brother must be worried about me...It's a pity that Jun will leave soon. Brother, please don't hate Xijun in the future...and Yan'er...and brother Jiang Han... Sister Xiaomiao... don't hate Xijun, okay..." Xijun said at the end, choked up in his words, and finally said: "Mountain ghost... Xijun doesn't want to die yet... Wuwuwu..."
As soon as he said these words, the already dying Xingdian was annihilated in the cry of annoyance...
"Xijun! Don't die! The most I can do is return the master to you!" Song Wanyi suddenly shed two lines of tears, and the tears fell into the ashes, condensing the dust...
I pushed aside the dust, trying to find Xijun's soul, but to my disappointment, she had already disappeared and sat slumped on the ground. I didn't know what to say.
"Master... let's wait. Since it's Nirvana..." Song Wanyi cried while helping me collect Xijun's ashes. In the end, everyone started working together, but they all burst into tears.
I was silent until I put the ashes, which I didn't know whether there were any traces of Xijun, into the branches of Yinfeng Wutong. I didn’t know how long I sat there with my ghost, until the ground shook with rumbles. Even my wife pulled the corner of my clothes, but the phoenix nirvana I imagined still didn’t appear from beginning to end...
