The wind continued to blow violently, and the rocks on the mountain turned into molten lava, which gradually solidified in the wind and snow. Trees fell, nests overturned, sparks flew everywhere, and it was impossible for people 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, and I no longer had time to see him.
With this idea, I searched everywhere for traces of Xijun.
Looking at my anger and the fact that everything in front of me was burned 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, there should have been nothing left, but he was just speeding up.
It's just 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?
"Junior, I'll give you another chance. If you don't hand over these two treasures, you won't just lose this little phoenix, I'm afraid you will lose more things." The old man's face was livid, although he was still scared that I would
Zulong can control the body, but after this test, he has completely understood my situation. Zulong really didn't just say to 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. I followed the sound and found that on the red blood Zhoutian wood that had been burned to ashes, there was still a little flame as big as a fingernail!
I hurriedly 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 poor little fire. Two lines of tears fell down involuntarily: "Xijun..."
"Brother..." Xijun's voice was also choked with sobs. She is now talking to me 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 death.
"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
A small kindling 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 treats me..." Huo Miao trembled,
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 stabilize her mind.
As long as a trace of soul consciousness is retained, there is a possibility of recovery in the future.
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 worries and all kinds of feelings,
When I think about it, 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, and the other ghosts love her as a little sister. 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, and she still cherishes Xijun.
You become your 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 so does everyone." I knew that I didn't have much time, so I tried various spells, but with no success.
"I've caused a lot of troubles...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! I...at most I can 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 speechless until I put the ashes with no traces of Xijun into the branches of the sycamore tree. I sat there with the ghost for an unknown amount of time, until the ground shook with a rumble, and even my wife pulled the
The phoenix nirvana in my imagination still did not appear from beginning to end...
