Chapter 159 Broken Sound Soul

The flame red light became more and more dazzling and hot as the star Subaron drove the true qi, but the hand holding the dark mark trembled gently. Looking at the nine tones that fought desperately with the fog ghost, Xing Subaru couldn't bear to kill him.

But if he doesn't kill, he will be occupied by the fog ghost's body and soul. Such nine tones are also equivalent to death. What's more, Jiuyin will not tolerate himself becoming like this, his body becoming someone else's, and his heart will be influenced by others. It's better to die than to avoid harming others.

The heart of the fog ghost has gradually entered Jiuyin's body, and Jiuyin's whole body is shaking at this moment. Every time the body is about to fall, it will suddenly bounce up. His face is pale and his eyes are blue. There is a black fog on his forehead, especially his eyes, which are full of struggle, pain, and greed.

"I didn't expect this little Xiaojing to have such perseverance, and even his heart is so pure. It's really a rare encounter in a thousand years!" The heart of the fog ghost laughed, and the black fog around Jiuyin's head hovered like a snake. In order to prevent the star Subaru to really attack him, the fog ghost said again, "Star Subaru Palace Lord, you are lying beside the fairy of the moon mirror. You have to think clearly. Once you miss this opportunity, your hatred thousands of years ago will never have a chance. It will. After so many years of deliberation, can you really tolerate the torture of hatred? Can you really watch the heavenly world freely? You are a demon, a demon, haha..."

That laughter is very harsh.

Jiuyin couldn't speak at all because his body was basically controlled by a fog ghost, but his eyes stared at Xing Fang, staring at him like that, with unwillingness and disappointment, and even the last trace of begging became extravagant.

Star Subaru looked at that clearly. Those eyes were just like those in Da'ashan. Those people in the demon world were unwilling, they hated, and they also complained.

Thinking of all kinds of things at the beginning, his heart can no longer be quiet. As the fog ghost said, he has been thinking about it for so many years to avenge, and there is no reason to give up at all. Besides, isn't that Jiuyin's wish? Since that was his wish, it fulfilled him.

The fog ghost laughs more and more crazily, and its whole body has basically been completely integrated into the nine tones. Xingbo looked at the sword in his hand, glanced at Canglan, and turned his head guiltily. The fog ghost thought that Xingbo was reluctant to give up Canglan, so he smiled even more sarcastically.

But how did Xing Subaru suddenly turn into a red light, with a strong murderous spirit, and stabbed straight to Jiuyin's body. He doesn't want to delay any more, because the movement when the cold sword collided with the ghost before will inevitably disturb the people in the heavenly world. If he stops again, Jiuyin will inevitably be occupied by the fog ghost, and the heaven will also come. Therefore, it can only end in the way Jiuyin thinks, which can also be regarded as letting Jiuyin die.

When the fog ghost saw this, he was shocked. He shouted angrily and wanted to drag Jiuyin away. But what could he do? He had just occupied Jiuyin's body and could not use it normally at all. Moreover, he could not walk, let alone use his hands and feet. Seeing the sword of Xing Subaru, the fog ghost could only immediately leave Jiuyin's body. Body.

Star Subarut stabbed a sword, but stabbed Jiuyin's chest. Although the fog ghost had tried his best to escape, he was still injured by the powerful spiritual power of theming hen. The whole body was almost embarrassed out of Jiuyin, and it took a long time to take shape in mid-air.

This sword stabbed Jiuyin's body like this, and blood flowed down the sword, dripping on the ground, dyeing the soil red.

The fog ghost suddenly pulled away, but left the last trace of reason behind Jiuyin. At least, he still remembered that he was Jiuyin and what he was going to do.

But the hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling. Xing Fang looked at Jiuyin's empty eyes and met them. Only then did he find that the person in front of him had already been tortured and painful.

"Thank you...thank you." Jiuyin's voice is like a fly, but he is trying to say something. His previous handsome and simple face and clear eyes will no longer be seen again. At this moment, Jiuyin is really difficult to describe his appearance.

"Star Subaru Palace, please...don't hurt...master." Jiuyin said intermittently, and every word was a mouthful of blood, "Please...don't..."

The last word fell, and the nine-tone man has fallen behind him, like a big tree, falling to the ground, and the fall of life is heavier than anything else. But in the last eyes of this life, there is a lot of reluctance.

He didn't have time to say goodbye to his master, let alone explain something to Xingbo, so he fell down unwillingly.

The sword star is still in his hand, and the blood dripping on it. Watching Jiuyin fall, he had an impulse to help him up, but he just thought about it. After all, he was still so. His indifference to everything was more ruthless than anything else.

The fog ghost keeps spinning in the virtual fog, and the fog where it passes will recede. With a ferocious expression and painful mourning, it is not difficult to see the severe pain he is suffering at this moment.

Star Subaru looked at Jiuyin quietly until the last breath of Jiuyin fell and closed his eyes. His whole body had shrank in an instant. The light of Bai Lian surrounded it, but the original human body returned to his original appearance.

A jade flute.

Even if the whole body is transparent and green, there is no longer a living atmosphere.

Xingbo stepped forward and looked at the jade flute on the ground. His eyebrows, which had been frowned, couldn't help but converge deeper. The complex emotions in his eyes were all in the fog.

"Jiuyin, I don't want to kill you, but if this can make you escape from pain, I would also be willing to be hated by you for a few lifetimes. If you tell me as soon as possible, how can you be like this today?" Xing Fang muttered in his heart that he only learned the mystery of Canglan's life. If Jiuyin had told him earlier, maybe he would not have let Canglan go to the city of fantasy to find Tianyuan disk, and there would be nothing today.

But the jade flute on the ground, the person who was real or past, has now become a dead flute. Such nine tones completely returned to his original self, and a faint figure floated out of the jade flute. This is the last idea of Jiuyin. Being tortured like a fog ghost, his three souls and seven souls have been squeezed out of his body, and with the sword of the stars, his body will definitely be broken into pieces. Just like the original snake demon Qinglian, there is no chance to be reborn.

But Jiuyin still has an idea, which is also a miracle. Thinking about what he will never forget and can't let go until he dies, it must be more important than his life.

A virtual shadow is ethereal in the fog, and it can't tell whether it exists. When the wind blows by, it seems to blow him away, fragile. The indifferent person standing in the fog looked back at Canlan and looked at the jade flute on the ground. He remembered the appearance when the three people were together for the first time when they saw Jiuyin. Xuanyue Valley Jiuyin's desperate protection echoed in his mind, and every scene was so sincere and warm.

Or from the beginning, Jiuyin didn't like Xingma in his heart, which was already like this in the Heaven of Li Hen, but the reunion between mortals and everything later have already changed Xing Fang's view in his heart. He respects Xingbo. Although he sometimes doubts Xingbo's character, he is still willing to trust him sincerely.

Even if he just learned the true identity of Xingfang, he was just surprised.

But Jiuyin didn't want to believe that Xing Fang was going to kill Canglan.

These stars can feel and understand why Jiuyin is willing to sacrifice himself. He may have long been sure that since he has learned the identity of Xingfang, Xingfang will never let him go, so he would rather die by himself. Xing Subaru not only completed him, but also for himself.

The fog ghost is still in self-healing, and Xingbo has never been worried. The shadow left by Jiuyin was also gradually moving away. Xingbo was silent for a moment and finally made the last decision.

Picking up the jade flute on the ground and seeing that the phantom had split and drifted away. At the last moment, Xingbo used the magic formula to gather the only remaining thoughts of Jiuyin. Although this would waste most of his time and energy at this moment, he still chose to do so. Even if the fog ghost really came to attack him at this time, he I also recognized it.

He hesitated more than anything else to kill Jiuyin. Although he did not regret it, he was still willing to try his best to save him.

He is still doing paradoxical things.

There is no movement in the fog ghost. On the contrary, it seems to be healing. The whole body is wandering in the fog, and the fog will disappear a little where it passes by.

Star Suba is not sure that it can save Jiuyin's life in this way. He just wants to have a try. He didn't want to see Canglan hate himself after waking up, let alone think that Canglan would regard himself as the murderer of Jiuyin. What's more, because Jiuyin has nothing to do with these things, why should it be involved?

Even if you can't let him live, you should keep his last chance.

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The dark ghost house, howling and sadly hitting the ears. The fiery iceberg, the bloody knife and sharp blade, a horrible-like ghost is busy in it.

Those who did too much evil in their previous lives suffered the most cruel torture in the world, and some were directly pushed into Wangchuan to bathe the pain of burning insects and ants. Every sad scream is creepy.

On Huangquan Road, there were too many nostalgia. Those who still care about them turned around in three steps and watched the relatives who stayed in the world cry for themselves, and their eyes were full of reluctance and regret. On the wheel circuit, Manzhu Shahua is as bright as fire, enchanting and ghosts, like the blood that has just flowed out, stimulating the perspective.

It's gloomy and horrible. She has stayed in this place for 300 years. Although she had seen these pictures thousands of times, she was still indescribably afraid to see and feel them again.

The flame in the Wangchuan River dyed half of the sky red, and there were white bones floating in it. Now that she saw it, she was still afraid of being far away from there. She was really afraid of that kind of pain.

However, the bridge is still the same. Meng Po kindly holds soup for everyone. Some people swallow it and are willing to put down the dust and then ferry back. Some people are hesitant and struggle between forgetting. Some people are reluctant to die, and finally they are still forcibly drunk.

This is still the case, Canglan thinks so in his heart. It turns out that no matter who dies, he will go to hell. Dead, Canglan thought he was dead, otherwise he would not have come here.

But why is there still a little reluctance in her heart? Her eyes stayed on Manzhushahua blooming by the Wangchuan River. Such bright red stabbed her eyes, but slowly knocked on her heart.

No one cares about her or let her go anywhere, so she has to walk aimlessly and doesn't matter where she goes. She was afraid of the Wangchuan River, but was deeply attracted by the bright Manzhu Shahua.

Slowly walked to the shore. There were too many souls shouting for help from her in the Wangchuan River. She also wanted to reach out to save her, but when she first touched the edge, the hot flame had already flew towards her, burning her fingers, making her subconsciously backwards and dared not go over it.