Against the Gods

This response is undoubtedly a fairy tone from outside the sky for Xia Fengyue. She turned up violently and worshipped deeply: “Senior Shenxi, the younger generation knows that it is an unforgivable sin to disturb your cleansing, but... the husband and his‘ Sanskrit soul seeks the seal of death 'in the Holy Kingdom of the Sanskrit. The younger generation has no choice but to come and implore the seniors to raise their noble hands. ”

“Now that you know me, you should know that I am not a dust man, and you will never interfere in the world of dust. Read the sincerity of your heart to save your husband, I forgive you for your annoying sins, go away, do not disturb again. ”

Her voice is incredibly pure and gentle, quenches the most extreme of irritability, and makes a sinful person cry and repent. But for Xia Feng Moon, it was incredibly cruel... and refused to give her even a hint of hope.

“Senior Shenxi,” Xia Fengyue said softly, “can you find a way to understand Sanskrit's death mark on him? ”

A long silence in a hazy world slowly came as if it were a fairy voice from a dream: “His sanskrit seeks the mark of death. I am the only one in the world who can comprehend it, except the one who plants the spell. But I'm only saying this because I don't want to cheat, not to give you hope. There is no such thing as an extraordinary place to enter. You should leave.”

Xia Feng Moon's heart was struck by a meteor, shining a strong glimmer of hope. Previously, she came here with Yunchua, but only with a certain amount of hope... because when the Moon God Emperor mentioned “Divine Xi” in that year, she said that she possessed a very special power that would relieve all the filthy curses in the world.

But after all, it was only a hope... and the fairy sound that had just been passed into her ear was that she personally admitted that she could solve the Sanskrit's death seal!

However, this bright light was accompanied by a rejection of her flattening thousands of miles away. She begged again: "He is not a ‘mortal spirit'. Perhaps he did not know that his predecessors lived here. He led to the birth of the Nine Thunder Robbery six months ago, and the heavenly realm prophesied him as the ‘Son of Heaven'. The Dragon King also appreciated him all the time, and offered to take him as his son of honor...”

Xia Qingyue raised the dragon god seal high as she spoke: “This is the dragon god seal given by the Dragon Emperor... The words of the younger generations are true. If the Dragon King were here, he would surely want his predecessor to save him. ”

Her voice had just fallen, and the fairy voice had arrived: "I have never been involved in dust, not in my indifference, but for special reasons and hard feelings, until then, I would never make an exception for anyone. ”

“The Sanskrit seal of life and death on his body is unusual and can only come from the Sanskrit Emperor or the Sanskrit Goddess. To dispel it, with my strength, will not only damage my energy, but it will also take 50 years, and I will surely be involved in your resentment with the Holy Kingdom of the Vatican. I have no reason to do so. Take him away… Even if the Dragon King is here, he will only let you leave. ”

Xia Fengyue thought that even if she didn't let her attitude change, she would definitely touch each other. I didn't expect the words in my ear to be gentle and decisive without any movement.

Xia poured the moon's chest choking, closing her eyes: “Senior Shenxi, you will never be saved for nothing. Although the youngest is an ordinary woman, she is dressed as' Jiu Xuanling '. If seniors are willing to save each other, seniors are willing to hand over' Nine Xuan Linglong 'to seniors... begging seniors for grace and help. ”

Faced with the character at this level of Shenxi, “Jiu Xuanling", is the only chip she can come up with.

“Alas...” came a long sigh. She can feel the despair in Xia Fengyue's words, and these feelings of despair undoubtedly stem from her unmistakable answer: “Jiu Xuanling is a god, don't fail... Linger, send them away. ”

A very light footstep sounded, slowly walking out of a girl in green in a cloudy world in front of Xia Qingyue.

The girl is slim, wears a light green dress, even her long hair is bright green, the whole person is like a hidden bath in a light green shadow.

She looks just ten years old, looks beautiful, and carries what appears to be an innate fright. Under the green coat, her skin is like a flower petal, whiter than snow, brighter than jade. It's incredible how delicate it is. It's amazing, and she can't even touch it.

As she approached, a fresh and pleasant floral scent softened. The girl stopped before the junction and said to Xia Qingyue: “Sister, no one has ever been allowed in here. Please go back. ”

Her eyes were beautiful and flashing turquoise. Green hair room with long, shiny ears, very different from humans.

Wood Spirit... The name of this race flashed in the mind of the summer moon.

In the mouth of the dragon god guardian, the maid that Shenxi has brought back in recent years is actually a wooden spirit girl.

The Forbidden Place of Return is a non-perishable place. Indeed, it is only with the power of nature that pure and pure wooden spirits are eligible to enter it and accompany the side of the divine ceiling.

The only hope lies ahead. Will Xia Fengyue leave this way? She could not kneel down and worshipped deeply again: “Please be gracious, Senior Shenxi. If you do not save him, he will surely die. Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want me to do... I promise. ”

She has never begged so much.

Even when she reached the divine realm, she went straight into the Moon God realm. She was regarded by the Moon God as a parent and daughter. Later, she carried the name "Divine Queen” on her back and never had to live under anyone.

Today, she knelt on her knees and let go of all her arrogance and dignity… all she had received was gentle penance.

“Sister," said the Wood Spirit Girl, "Master, she has her own hardships and will not make any exceptions for anyone. Even if you kneel here for ten hundred years, the master will not allow it. Perhaps it will also anger His Highness the Dragon Emperor... so you should leave early to find another way. ”

The other way? That's the Sanskrit's quest for the seal of death, and there's no other way.

“Senior Shenxi...” Xia Fengyue was just about to beg again. Suddenly, she held the cloud crystal in front of her all over her flash of gold. He trembled for a moment, his eyes instantly widened, and his mouth made a painful scream.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ”

After a brief coma, he woke up again in the abyss of nightmares, howling like a ghost.

In a world as pure as dreams, his howling was particularly harsh and disturbed countless flying bird butterflies flew away.

“Yunche!” Xia Fengyue hurried to hold him again, especially carefully close his hands so as not to scratch herself again. She raised her head and shouted in front of her awesome voice: “Senior Shenxi, please save his life anyway. Xia Fengyue will remember your grace forever, eternal life in return for life... Even though she cannot repay you in this life, the next life must also form a straw ring...”

“Ahhhhhhhhh ”

“Eeeeaaaaaaaahhhh...”

Apparently, she had never heard such a tragic and painful cry. The young wooden spirit girl had a pale white color on her face like a fresh peel of fruit, and her eyes turned away in fright. She dared not look at the clouds struggling to scream. Plus, the summer moon in her ears almost begged with tears and blood. She was intolerant in her eyes and followed the request: “Master, he looks so painful, really... can't you save him? ”

A faint voice came: “There are countless sorrows in the world, and no one can save them all. This is their number of lives. As a man outside the dust, I should not interfere. The spell on him is also unusual, and if I save him, not only will I let him contaminate the place, but I will also be forced into dust and resentment, and will destroy my ‘heart and soul' for at least 20,000 years. ”

These words widened the eyes of a wooden girl, who apparently did not expect it to be so serious. She could only forcibly put away all her compassion and apologized to Xia Yue: “I'm sorry sister, although he is pathetic... but the master really can't save him, please take him away early. ”

“Ask Senior... to save him.” Xia Qingyue's figure did not move, she closed her eyes and her voice was terribly powerless. In the great divine realm, leaving the shelter of the Moon Divine realm, there was only one cloud left around her, and no one could help her. The only chips she could bring out were the world and her own life… Apart from that, she didn't know what else she could do.

But when she left here, there was really no hope... the only thing she could do at the end was kill Yun Che herself.

This sense of powerlessness of pain is like the despair of the Ice Cloud Immortal Palace...

Looking at Xia Qingyue, especially her eyes, the wooden spirit girl bit her lip, and then it looked like she thought of something, suddenly her eyes were red, tears dropped...

She quickly wiped the tear beads and turned around to try to leave, but only took two steps, but then stopped, then turned back and leaned back to Xia Moon: “Sister, take him away, the master really can't save him. I have a few of the master's refined potions here, although they won't save him... but they may alleviate his suffering. ”

As she spoke, the Woody Girl had held several emerald green pills in her hand, and she took a few steps forward, then stepped straight out of the junction, ready to send them to Summer Moon's hands.

And just as the Wood Spirit Girl stepped out of the junction, she and Yun Cher's heart were at the same time shining a strange green glow.

At this moment, if the girl was struck by lightning, the whole person stayed there at once, and the pills rolled off her hands.

“Lin... Son...” She whispered a dreamy low thought. Suddenly, she jumped to the clouds and held her hands tight on him, tearing her cheeks: “Lin... Lin... it's Lin... why... why do you have the smell of Lin... who are you... why do you have the smell of Lin...”

Xia Qingyue looked up at the wooden spirit girl. She was delicate and timid, but suddenly she was like crazy, a few short sentences, but she was incapacitated, tears gushed.

As she approached, the luminous green glow of the cloudy chest became more intense, as if something had been sensed. In this glorious green light, the cloudy consciousness appeared a few points awakened, in a blurred gaze, he saw the weeping pear blossom raining wooden spirit girl, a strange feeling spread on his body...

He spoke hard, trembling and shouting: “You... are... hehe... rhombus...”

Grabbing her hands against the clouds, she nodded forcefully, her cheeks completely wet with uncontrolled tears: "It's me! I'm Heling! Lin Er He... What's wrong with him... What's wrong with him... Tell me, please tell me! ”

Cloudy, dry lips buzz, even if the soul falls into the abyss, still trembling in excitement at this moment.

Heling...

She is Heling...

When he was born, he missed his heart and cried for his sister to be found before he disappeared... and was the last descendant of the Muling royal family.

He finally found her, but at a time like this...