Although Chixiu was facing an unprecedented predicament, the Tower of Five Prisons was still very quiet, without any sound at all. None of the tumultuous movements from the outside world and the earth-shattering fighting techniques could reach the five prison towers. The pagoda was quiet, Xuan Huan leaned on his seat and read a book, Ji Yao sang in red silk trousers with sapphire blue pockets, lying on his lap like a lazy little beast, looked at him from bottom to top, and didn't disturb him.
She didn't want to know what happened outside, and she didn't want to pay attention to it, but she was willing to just maintain the false appearance of the peaceful years in her heart.
The lamp beads on the wall were brightly lit, the sun and the moon disappeared, and I don't know how long it had passed, Xuan Huan coughed twice, and the bright red blood overflowed again. He was about to wipe it off, but she had already wiped it off with her raised hand. He smiled at her, but his face became paler and his eyes lost their spirit. The vitality of a dying person is being consumed bit by bit, and when the remaining vitality is completely exhausted, he will never die open your eyes.
Ji Yaoge stared at him in a daze. The man was clearly extremely weak. He no longer had the charm of the past, but it seemed that he couldn't get enough of it. With some emotion in her heart, she suddenly turned over and wrapped her arms around his waist. Xuan Huan put down the book, patted her head, and said, "Help me up."
With sparkling eyes, she sat up straight. He smiled again: "There is a way, let's try it, you have to help me."
"What is the method?" She jumped off the throne and bowed to help him down.
"It's an expedient measure." His footsteps were vain, half of his body strength rested in Ji's hands, and he walked slowly to the jade table in front of his seat.
"A stopgap measure?" She was puzzled.
Xuan Huan slowly took out the talisman paper and adjusted the spirit ink. Although the movements were slow but calm, Ji Yaoge helped him and heard him say: "Nine-star soul lamp, locking the soul, is the first step in refining the corpse."
Ji Yaoge's movements slowly stopped, and he laughed at himself: "I never imagined that I, Xuanhuan, who has practiced for nearly ten thousand years, would one day use this forbidden technique to prolong my life and delay time."
?It is difficult to fight against the sky to save a person who is about to die and must die. He can't think of a way, so he can only postpone it for a while.
Just for her one word - born for her.
"What will happen if you use it?" She pressed his hand briefly.
"The nine-star soul lamp was transformed by my three souls and seven souls. It can lock my soul in the corpse. If the soul lamp is not extinguished, my soul will not disperse. This is the first step in refining corpse puppets. I will fight for a while, and I will try to save myself." He said while removing her hand.
"Then if the soul lamp is returned?" she asked him.
"When the soul lamp goes out, it proves that this formation cannot keep me. Of course, you can also make me into your corpse puppet, so that I can stay with you for a long time." Jane put it in her hands, "I'll do whatever you choose."
The so-called corpse puppet, using the soul as a guide, refines him into a puppet magic soldier, loses his mind forever, and can never be reincarnated.
Ji Yaoge couldn't imagine that Xuanhuan turned into a corpse puppet. For a person like him, that would be more painful than death. She held the jade slip without moving, but he pulled her into his arms and sat on his lap.
"Don't think so much, maybe I've already figured out a way to save myself before the soul lamp goes out." He stuffed the pen into her hand, held her hand to guide her to dip the pen into the ink, and draw on the talisman paper in front of the case, "Now Concentrate on it, gather your spirit in the pen. I have no cultivation base, so I can only use your spiritual power."
She could only focus on it, asked him to hold it, and stroke by stroke, under his guidance, he released nine soul lamp evil charms. There was blood dripping from his lips on the table again, and it fell on the Wen Runyu table, blurring like vermilion ink.
I don't know how long it took, after drawing the nine soul lamp talismans, he was already so angry that he fell his head on her shoulder. Ji Yaoge put down his pen, got up and half hugged him to the stone seat, put away all his thoughts, and sacrificed the nine talismans one by one, each talisman turned into a bloody lotus lamp and lit on his side.
Nine blood-colored lotus lanterns surrounded him in the middle, nine pillars of red light soared into the sky, and finally converged into a huge lotus flower and fell.
Xuan Huan's complexion was as pale as a draft in an instant, and he sat upright in the middle of the lotus with his legs crossed and his back shaking. He smiled at her, his pupils suddenly dilated, and they closed slowly. Ji Yaoge felt a stabbing pain in her heart, as if someone had gouged out her huge mouth on the apex of her heart¡ªshe knew that Xuan Huan was gone.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a dead man.
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A sharp and long howl resounded from the outskirts of Chixiu Island, a corner of the silver-white taihe octopolar mask had been shattered, and countless low-level beast monsters lay down on the gap and crazily tore at it. From a distance, it looks like a group of wild bees with their teeth and claws gathered. All around the island, there was the sound of clashing swords, and the light of Taihe Baji flashed and flickered, and it became extremely unstable. All the disciples that Chixiu could mobilize had been dispatched to support each formation, but they still couldn't withstand the attack of the beast army and the Wanhua cultivators.
?Sanxing Guaiyue Pavilion has issued an order to gather all monks to attack Chixiu. As long as Chixiu can be captured, not only Samsung Guaiyue Pavilion will havesp;
Who cast the forbidden spell in the five prison towers?
Just at the moment of uncertainty, the vision on the island reappeared¡ªthe red light turned into a huge red lotus and fell back into the tower. The red light soaring into the sky disappeared and returned to calm.
It's just that the calm didn't last long, only two bangs were heard, and the five prison towers rose from the ground, soaring into the sky, and coming towards Chixiu Peak.
The black seven-storied tower exudes a cold and evil spirit, and the fiery red figure of the beast leans on the eaves of the tower, like a spirit beast in the tower. The door opened, and Ji Yaoge walked out slowly with Xuan Huan on his arm.
"Sorry, I'm tired of both of you. We're back." Ji Yaoge smiled lightly, jaw curling up his lips.
Xuan Huan said nothing, just let her tuck in the purple cloud sable cloak he was wearing - his face was pale, bloodless, his pupils were dim, and there was no trace of life on his body, like a dead man, being held tightly by Ji Yaoge Holding tightly, seeing the two of them, they just smiled.
"Uncle Shi" Hua Mian couldn't help being surprised.
"Bai Fei, how is the battle going?" Ji Yaoge didn't explain, but walked up Chixiu Peak with Xuan Huan to see the whole situation from a distance.
Bai Fei then described the situation of the battle one by one - the enemy is outnumbered, the disparity in strength is too great, and he can only withdraw but not fight.
Ji Yaoge heard the words but said: "Who said there is a disparity in strength?" She spoke softly, looked at Xuan Huan and smiled, but said to Hua Mian, "Amian, open the gate of ghosts and welcome the king of ghosts."
Hua Mian's eyes suddenly opened.
The connection between the ghost gate and the ghost domain was a deal between her and the ghost king, and the newly born ghost king was her old senior brother.
Gu Xingzhi.
Because of Ji Yaoge's words, this battle is no longer a battle between Wanhua's immortal family.
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