After hearing her answer, the woman in golden clothes calmed down, and there was some silence for a moment.
Yes, who is willing to die?
But she herself died long ago, and what remains today is just this ray of obsession. Even though this feather carries her power and blood, Pei Xihe also brought in the true fire of the sun, and she also Cannot be reborn.
Even in the true god realm of the ancestor Zhang Zhentian, it is impossible to come back from the dead with just a wisp of obsession.
When Pei Xihe saw that she was speechless, the hope that had just risen in his heart also faded away. Who wouldn't have the next thought in her mind when she asked like that, "If you are unwilling, then I will give you a helping hand"?
The power of fire flows through the limbs and bones. The power of the golden flame, or the power of the true fire of the sun, was originally explosive and unpredictable, but now it can flow so docilely in the body, barely maintaining the body that is about to collapse, and continuing life. It might be the handiwork of the woman in front of me.
"Could it be that the senior belongs to the Golden Crow clan?"
she spoke.
The only ones who can control the true fire of the sun are the Jinwu lineage of the demon god with the purest blood. This fire and its companions can burn the demons in the world.
The woman in golden clothes got a little closer, almost face to face with her.
"Smart, my name is Xiyue, and I am the successor of the Golden Crow Imperial Lineage."
"May I have your name?"
Pei Xihe was quite shocked. The demon god had lived in the immortal world for a long time, and to be crowned with the imperial lineage was because he had the purest blood among the race and was closest to the original ancestor.
"Pei is planting crops in the evening, the sun is setting and the crops are growing in crops."
Xihe and Xihe have the same pronunciation, so it is inevitable that they will be mistaken.
Xiyue laughed.
"You see, the fate between you and me is really deep. The clans of our Jinwu clan are the Great God Dijun and Xihe Rimu. The men in our Imperial lineage take the surname Di, and the women take the surname Xi."
Her steps were light and her posture was radiant. She really had a unique, innate imperial majesty in her every move.
"This emperor was born with the purest blood. He is the unquestionable and challengeable emperor of the Golden Crow lineage. He is also the eighth or ninth emperor, and his luck is against the heavens."
She seemed to be immersed in this self-display, and Pei Xihe couldn't bear to remind her that the two people in the black abyss at the moment were about to die. The true fire of the sun was not the fire of nirvana. It had vitality and could not be hung. Live her life.
And this Golden Crow woman named Xi Yue even admitted with her own lips that she had died a long time ago.
Xi Yue's face suddenly became extremely lonely.
"But this emperor is dead."
“Fate doesn’t mean everything.”
Her death was not an accident, it was a game, a trade-off, and a fate.
"Don't be delusional. Your origin has been severely damaged. This emperor's obsession is nothing more than a ray of obsession. It can't save you. The most it can do is activate the true fire of the sun to temporarily delay your shattered body. It's just like a burning fire cooking oil, it just returns the light and shines again."
"But I want to ask if you don't die, what do you want to do?"
"Go out to avenge your enemies or have a romantic relationship. Find your sweetheart to reminisce about the past and talk about love. I don't believe that you won't incur peach blossom debts in your original appearance."
There was a hint of ridicule in Xiyue's voice.
Pei Xihe heard her words, but at this moment, the dust fell to the ground. The last hope in his heart was extinguished, and surprisingly he did not feel the suffocation of despair.
She sat on the ground, too lazy to stand, her legs hurt.
"I was born in the realm of mortals. When I was about to be sold to others by my parents, I didn't know how old I was at that time. Where did I get the courage? But the result of my resistance was that I succeeded. I entered the path of cultivating immortals and got rid of Everything in the mortal world, I still remember their faces, but now it can’t affect my thoughts at all.”
She suddenly didn't know what she was talking about and just wanted to pour out all the things she was holding in her heart.
It was just the two of them here, and there was no one else for her to talk to.
"Although my spiritual root is nine inches, it is three spiritual roots. Everyone said that I can only stop at the golden elixir monk, but I am not willing to accept it, so I broke into the hidden realm of gods, got the opportunity of the skill, and also endured this sun. The erosion of true fire.”
"I have also been tempted. He is very good, but we are not suitable after all, so I cut off this love with my own hands as soon as it was born. I don't know if it is right, but I don't regret it."
"I was thought of as a cauldron and was suppressed and plotted, so I escaped from the sect and traveled thousands of miles to Wan Zhong Mountain to learn swordsmanship. I thought that after leaving the small world here, I would be able to travel freely in the sky and the sea. The result is what you see, I was beaten like this and fell into the dark abyss."
"It seems like fate is playing a trick on me."
"I'm not afraid of death now, but how can I be willing to die like this?"
"If I can really go out, why should I devote myself to seeking revenge on him? He doesn't deserve it."
"I seem to know now what I really want. I want to see the legendary steep and dangerous Jiuzhong Mountain."
"Crossing the boundless Tongtian River."
"Swimming the endless sea that cannot be crossed."
"I want to spread my wings freely in the world and pursue freedom and ease. This seems to be what one of my seniors said, great freedom."
Xi Yue is a good listener. She is very quiet and has a smile on her face. She becomes softer every time Pei Xihe says something.
"Then you and I will work together and give it a try."
She was unwilling to give in, otherwise how could a ray of obsession survive trillions of years to this day?
This little world of Lieyang was just a cage that trapped her, and what Xiyue hated the most was being restrained.
………………
Ten Thousand Mountains.
Zhao Hanfeng pushed away the thatched cottage, followed closely by Zhao Qingtang. The eyes of both master and disciple were filled with monstrous anger at this moment.
"You old damn thing."
Except for Zhao Qingtang, Zhao Hanfeng always looked down upon him and refused to say anything.
It had been a long time since he had been so angry.
The little girl who had been with him for more than two years was pierced by that damn bitch with a soul-breaking needle and driven into the black abyss. The black abyss was a taboo place that he did not dare to touch.
There were several soft chirps in the air, and an astonishing amount of Yin Qi overflowed.
A blade fell into his hand.
The blade of the sword is quite long and curved, about three inches long. The silver blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and does not reflect any light in the sunlight.
Yinying.
The most ancient Yin sword.
"Let's go, they have no background in bullying the little girl, then let's go and collect a blood debt from that old immortal Li Changsheng!"
The two figures suddenly turned into streams of light and flew towards the distance.
………………
As soon as he left the small world, Lu Changfeng walked with his sword and galloped towards the Kunlun Monument. He stumbled as he flew, which showed that his mind was extremely confused.
Finally we arrived at the Kunlun Monument.
The word "Kunlun" is engraved on the huge monument.
A mysterious halo shrouded it.
He made a secret with his hands and used his own spiritual power to trigger the search.
Finally, the words of light emerged from the surface of the monument.
The word Pei Xihe still shines with a faint light, she is not dead yet!
Before a wave of luck and joy could arise, he fell directly to the bottom.
These three words suddenly turned into an extremely dark gray.
The Kunlun Monument records a ray of essence and blood of each entry-level disciple, and his status of life and death can be sensed.
He suddenly fell to the ground.
This gray clearly represents.
Pei Xihe is dead.
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