Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Xia Ling’s eyes were faintly red. Her long hair fluttered without the wind, like thousands of long arrows shooting straight at Xuan Lin.
Whoosh.
Her long hair pierced through her flesh and blood.
Xuan Lin held the three-pointed, two-edged knife. Xuan Lin opened his third eye and quietly raised his hand.
He wiped the blood from his lips.
“Good Xia Xia, how about now? Are you happier? ”
His thin lips were Pale, and a smile that was close to nothingness appeared on them.
He just could not understand why, when she treated him so well, he would still remember her pill formula when he was filled with hatred for her. He would search everywhere for those extinct spiritual herbs for her.
Xuan Lin stared at the woman.
He looked at her confused face.
She finally showed the same expression as him, so did she not hate him so much?
“If you’re happy, can you come and hug me? ”
“Just for a moment. Cough. ”
Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out from the shattered Dantian. Death, death again.
Even if it was a former God, the destruction of his second primordial spirit would mean that he had completely disappeared from the world, right?
Xuan Lin was stubborn. He looked at Xia Ling with desire. He raised his hand and wiped away another blood mark on his lips.
“Xia Xia… you… ”
His long black hair pierced through Xuan Lin’s body.
The woman whose expression could not be seen stood there. She did not move.
She looked at Xuan Lin with a smile and watched him fall.
He wanted her to hug him, but she did not move an inch.
She looked at her long black hair, as if it had been scorched by something. Suddenly, a golden flame rose.
The golden flame spread over Xuan Lin’s body.
The golden flame followed the long hair and burned Xia Ling’s body.
Inch by inch, the demon bones were burned.
His long hair turned into nothingness, and a heart-wrenching smell came from the flames on Xuan Lin’s body.
Xia Ling lowered her body and gently caressed Xuan Lin’s face.
His body was cold, and her hand gently rested on his forehead.
A slightly cold thing was sucked into her hand from his forehead, and she held it.
In the next moment, the rumbling heavenly tribulation arrived as scheduled.
Of the two Mahayana stage cultivators, one was already dead, and one of the thunder tribulations retreated with a rumble.
Then, 991 bolts of golden lightning, as if it was the end of the world.
Xia Ling carried Xuan Lin and stood up.
The gray robe on his body was soaked in blood. His eyelids were closed, and his face was Pale. His eyelashes were long and slender, and there was a deep shadow.
Xia Ling lowered her head and kissed Xuan Lin.
His thin lips were cold, but the WISP of Yuan Ling in Xia Ling’s hand was warm.
When the first bolt of lightning fell, all things were frightened. Xia Ling lifted Xuan Lin’s body and watched as his body turned into ashes under the lightning.
Xia Ling condensed the ashes and put the Yuan Ling in.
When the ashes condensed into the shape of an eye, a scarlet red pill appeared before Xia Ling’s eyes.
Xia Ling fell silent.
The Rising Sun Pill?
Has Xuan Lin Gone Mad From the very beginning, he did not want to get rid of the inner demons, right?
He helped her refine the pill, he… … Even if he did not know the past grudges, from the bottom of his heart, he had never really hated her, right ? ?
Rumble, another bolt of lightning struck.
Xia Ling did not use anything to block it. Before the lightning, she took the rising sun pill and just consumed it.
A warm current surged out from her Dantian, and her body felt warm everywhere.
The demon bone was long gone.
Xuan Lin’s burning primordial spirit helped her remove the demon bone and protect her Dantian.
When the flame burned on her body, it was more like a man’s arms that surrounded her and hugged her.
He used his last life to protect her.
