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He couldn't even help thinking later, if only that was the case. If Chu nightning is really pretending, then maybe things will not go to that last step.

that would be nice.

Nine songs destroyed the forbidden technique of burning ink, and the monks who were killed in each other suddenly woke up, and even shattered the magic spell icicles that imprisoned Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue.

The ink burned to the cloud, the clothes were hunting, and the anger and joy in the eyes were born. He wanted to see how many terrifying moves Chu nightning had not used.

He stepped on the top of the enchantment, approached, and stood in front of Chu nightning.

He saw that the pale and slender hands slowed down, stroked the strings of Jiuge, and the sound of the piano stopped.

Chu nightning raised his head, his face was as white as ice and snow under the sunlight.

He said: "The ink burns. Come here."

A ghost sent him, and he walked towards him.

Chu nightning's fingertips moved slightly, and a few wisps of blue-colored Huaguang flew towards the ink burning and rushed to his heart. The ink burning was suddenly surprised, thinking that Chu nightning was going to kill himself.

But the brilliance was neither painful nor itchy, lingering on his chest, slowly infiltrating the skin texture, it was actually indescribably warm.

"The sword that Xue Meng hurt you, I healed you." Chu nightning sighed softly, "Let him go, Mo Ran, if he is no longer there, you want to find someone to talk about the past, Who else can I find..."

The ink burned before he could react to what he meant by this sentence, and the fierce enchantment on the soles of the feet disappeared suddenly, and the nine-song guqin summoned by Chu nightning was also missing.

He immediately raised his hand and called Mo Dao to return, and then he stood in the cloud, but Chu nightning fell like a fallen leaf, as if the song just now had exhausted the last remaining strength of his life.

"Night!"

His face changed suddenly, Yu Jian swept down, and grabbed him in his arms before the man was about to fall into the icy Tianchi.

"Chu nightning! You - you..."

Chu nightning closed his eyes, mouth, nose, eyes, and blood kept flowing out of his ears.

Dignity is extremely important to him. Even if he is imprisoned in Wushan Temple, his spine is still not bent, and he rarely makes himself look embarrassed, but now he is bleeding from seven orifices. So sloppy.

Chu nightning swallowed a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely: "You said... death and life are not up to me... but you see, the ink burns... After all, you still underestimate your master, if I am determined to leave, you will stop... ...it can't be stopped..."

"...Master...Master..." Mo Ran looked at him, and only felt a chill in his heart, his scalp was numb, and he shouted so helplessly.

Chu nightning laughed, and his expression seemed to be a little happy: "I have been living all the time, but I have a trace of unwillingness, always thinking, thinking about staying with you for a few more years, so that I can teach you... Don't commit more sins... ...but now...now..."

The ink burned and trembled, holding the person in his arms, he suddenly felt very scared.

Fear.

This kind of emotion didn't belong to him for more than ten years, and now it came suddenly, destroying the dead, and almost digging his heart.

"Now I know that only if I die can I change you... no longer evil..."

When he said this, it seemed to be extremely painful. Qiáng Xing summoned nine songs, so that his body could not bear the load at all, where did the viscera shatter, the blood poured out from the mouth, and the ink burned him and fell to the side of the Tianchi, looking crazy and painful, and kept going to his chest Send spiritual power.

But the mighty force came to Chu nightning, but it was like a mud cow into the sea, and it never came back.

Mo Ran is really panicking. Stepping Xianjun hugged the person in his arms, hugged him tightly, failed again and again, but tried again and again to distribute the spiritual flow to him.

"It's useless... the ink burns, I finally summoned Jiuge with my life, life and death have been decided, if you... there is still a trace of clarity in your heart... then please... let go..."

Let go of who?

Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue?

Kunlun stepping on the Snow Palace, or the entire cultivation world?

OK, OK... He can let them go! As long as Chu nightning lives, as long as this person hates people, don't die like this.

Chu nightning raised his hand tremblingly, and the cold fingertips seemed to be pity and intimacy, and he gently nodded in front of the burning forehead.

He said, "Just please... let go... let yourself go..."

The embarrassment on the face of the ink burned, and it froze in this moment.

let go of who...

Who did he remember before he died?

let go...you...

Did he say so?

Treading Xianjun hugged him, seemed a little dazed, but also a little relieved, seemed to be in severe pain, and seemed to be satisfied.

"Let go of myself? Your last wish is to let me let go of myself?"

The ink burned and murmured, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he suddenly laughed. The laughter was like a fierce fire, penetrating the sky and burning all reason and consciousness.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-"

The entire Kunlun Mountains turned back to him with a hoarse and mocking smile, twisted, unrecognizable, and shuddering.

Chu nightning swallowed the blood in the crazy laughter of the ink. If he still has strength, his expression should be extremely painful, but he no longer has the strength to frown, only a pair of phoenix eyes... that pair Once either sharp, or decisive, or severe

, or gentle phoenix eyes, carrying a pool of sadness.

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