The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 242 242. The Death of Pei Xihe (Addition)

Hearing her answer, the girl in golden clothes fell silent, and there was a moment of silence.

Yes, who is willing to die?

But she herself died a long time ago, and what can survive to this day is only this ray of obsession. Even though this feather carries her strength and blood, Pei Xihe also brought in the real fire of the sun, she also Cannot be reborn.

Even the ancestor Zhang Zhentian's true god realm, it is impossible to resurrect from death with just a ray of obsession.

Pei Xihe saw that she was silent, and the hope that had risen in her heart just now faded away. Who wouldn't have followed up the delusion of "You are not reconciled, then I will give you a helping hand" when she asked like that just now?

The power of flames flows among the limbs and bones. The power of golden flames, or the power of the real fire of the sun, was originally bursting and impermanent, but now it can flow so meekly in the body, barely maintaining the body that is about to collapse, and continuing the vitality. It may be the handwriting of the woman in front of me.

"Could it be that senior is from the Golden Crow clan?"

she opened her mouth.

Only the Jinwu lineage of the demon god with the purest blood can be in charge of the real fire of the sun. This fire and its companions can burn all evil spirits in the world.

The woman in golden clothes got a little closer, almost face to face with her.

"Smart, my emperor's name is Huan Xiyue, and he is the successor of the Golden Crow Emperor."

"What's your name?"

Pei Xihe was quite shocked. The demon god has lived in the upper fairy world for a long time, and if he can be crowned with the emperor's bloodline, it is the purest bloodline among the races, which is closest to the original ancestor.

"Pei Xihe, Xiyangxi, Hemiaohe."

Xihe and Xihe have the same pronunciation, so it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.

Xiyue laughed out loud.

"Look, you and I have a lot of fate. The clans of our Jinwu clan are the Great God Dijun, Xi and Sun Mother. The men of our Emperor Mai family take Emperor as their surname, and the women take Xi as their surname."

Her footsteps moved lightly, with a glowing posture, and she really had a unique, innate imperial majesty in her every move.

"This emperor was born with the purest bloodline. He is an unquestionable and challenged emperor of the Jinwu lineage. He is eighty-nine emperors, and his luck is against the sky."

She seemed to be immersed in this self-display, and Pei Xihe couldn't bear to remind her that the two people who were in this black abyss at the moment were about to die. kill her.

And this Golden Crow woman named Xiyue even admitted that she had died long ago.

Xiyue's face suddenly became extremely lonely.

"But the emperor is dead."

"Fate is not everything."

Her death was not an accident, but a game, a trade-off, and a destiny.

"Don't think about it. You have been severely damaged at the origin. This emperor's obsession is nothing more than a ray of obsession. It can't save you. At best, it can stimulate the real fire of the sun to delay your broken body. It's like a raging fire cooking oil. It's just a reflection of light."

"But I want to ask, if you don't die, what do you want to do?"

"Go out to find your enemy to avenge your hatred, or find a romantic relationship, find your little lover to reminisce about the old days, talk about love, I don't believe that your original appearance will not cause love debts."

There was a bit of ridicule in Xiyue's voice.

When Pei Xihe heard her words, the dust fell to the ground at this moment, the last hope in his heart was extinguished, and he surprisingly didn't feel the suffocation of despair.

She sat on the ground, too lazy to stand, her legs hurt.

"I was born in the absolute realm of mortals. When I was about to be sold to others by my parents, I didn't know my age at that time, where did I get the courage, but the result of my resistance was that I succeeded. I stepped into the road of cultivating immortals and got rid of Everything in the mortal world, I still remember their appearance, but now it doesn't affect my mood at all."

She suddenly didn't know what she was talking about, she just wanted to pour out all the things she was holding back.

It was just the two of them here, and there was no one else she could confide in.

"Although my spiritual roots are nine inches long, they are three spiritual roots. Everyone says that I can stop at most Golden Core cultivators, but I am not reconciled, so I ventured into the Hidden Realm of Gods, got a chance to make good fortune, and also suffered from this sun." Erosion of true fire."

"I was also tempted. He is very good, but we are not suitable after all, so I personally cut off this thread of love just after it was born. I don't know if it is right, but I don't regret it."

"I was considered to be a cauldron, and I was suppressed and calculated, so I escaped from the sect and traveled thousands of miles to Wanzhong Mountain to learn knives. I thought that after leaving this small world, I would be able to travel freely. The result is what you saw, I was beaten like this and fell into the abyss."

"Fate seems to be playing a joke on me."

"I'm not afraid of death now, but let me die like this, how can I be willing?"

"If I can really go out, why should I devote myself to revenge on him? He doesn't deserve it."

"I seem to know what I really want now. I want to see the steep and dangerous Jiuchong Mountain in the legend."

"Walking through the boundless Tongtian River."

"Swim in the endless sea that cannot be contested."

"I want to spread my wings freely in the world and pursue freedom. This seems to be what one of my seniors said, great freedom."

Xiyue is a qualified listener, she is very quiet, with a smile on her face, and every time Pei Xihe says something, she becomes softer.

"Then I will fight with you."

She is not reconciled, otherwise, how could a ray of obsession survive over trillions of years to this day?

This small world of Lieyang is nothing more than a cage that traps her, and what she hates most, Xiyue, is being bound.

………………

Ten Thousand Mountains.

Zhao Hanfeng pushed away the thatched hut, followed closely by Zhao Qingtang, the eyes of both master and apprentice were filled with monstrous anger.

"An immortal pickle."

Except for Zhao Qingtang, Zhao Hanfeng always looked down on others and refused to say much.

He hadn't felt so angry for a long time.

The little girl who had been with him for more than two years was pierced by that damned dog with a soul-breaking needle, and was driven into the black abyss, which was a taboo place that he dared not even touch.

There were a few whispers in the air, and an astonishing yin qi overflowed.

A blade fell into his hand.

The blade is quite long and curved, three inches four in length, with a silvery surface as thin as a cicada's wing, without any reflection in the sun.

Silver firefly.

The most yin knife in ancient times.

"Let's go, they have no background in bullying little girls, so let's go ask that old bastard Li Changsheng for a debt of blood!"

The two figures immediately turned into streamers 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 staggered as he flew, which showed that his mind was already extremely disordered.

Finally arrived at the Kunlun Monument.

The word Kunlun is engraved on the huge stele.

A magical halo shrouded it.

He made a formula with both hands, and used his own spiritual power to guide the search.

Finally, the word Guang appeared from the surface of the stele.

The three characters Pei Xihe are still shining faintly, she is not dead yet!

Before a wave of luck and joy could be born, it fell directly to the bottom of the valley.

These three words suddenly turned into an extremely dull gray.

The Kunlun Monument records a ray of blood essence of each introductory disciple, and can perceive the state of life and death.

He fell suddenly to the ground.

This gray clearly represents.

Pei Xihe is dead.

(End of this chapter)