100 Voice of Forget

"Wo."

Tears reflect the sun and pass through the water mirror-like water swords. The tip of the sword stopped at the chest of the jacket, but was held by a pair of almost transparent white hands.

Time seems to be still. Luo Ya couldn't hear her breathing. She looked at Yan Lixi, and his eyes and breath did not change at all.

Stop...stop?

What's going on?

She was gradually clear by the blurred eyes of tears in the hand holding the sword. Looking along the arm, this face is...

"Far... far spirit?" She accidentally called out her name. The translucent body of the distant spirit was shrouded in a faint light under the magnificent light, which turned out to be a soul state. How can she... enter other people's dreams with her soul?

And hasn't her soul been completely locked by her spell?

"This...is impossible!" The jacket stepped back a few steps, and the soul of the distant spirit has a strong force that is still. Nan Gezi's voice illusion makes Luo Ya completely immersed in the memories of the past, and that sense of reality is enough to make her die in a dream.

But... Yao Ling actually broke through the two-fold boundary of the lock soul and Nan Gezi's voice illusion and crossed into the dream, preventing the falling jacket from seeking death - this unimaginable soul action for the time being, what on earth does she want to do?

"If the hunting soul can be blocked, can it still be called the hunting soul?"

Yao Ling spoke like a different person. Her hand silently left the water sword, but there was no trace on the sword.

The spell she used to stop the dream from continuing was not applied to the sword. What the hell...

"Actually, it's okay to tell you." Yao Ling turned his eyelash and said, "Actually, everything is just Mr. Nange's strategy..."

Luo Yu only remembers that Nan Gezi was not poisoned, but only remembered that he used his amazing voice illusion, but he forgot that his strange strategy was also the first in the world!

On the surface, he seemed to be helpless about the remote spirit sealing soul, but in fact, he taught the remote spirit hunting soul's exclusive magic - "light and shadow soul method" through sound illusion and dream.

The so-called light and shadow soul method is an exclusive spell for the hunting soul in the state of soul. The lethality is comparable to that of magic and advanced martial arts. The higher the soul power, the stronger the attack power, and it is not limited by the length of practice. Once learned, the user's soul can leave the body freely, and the body enters a state similar to sleep. Because of the extremely high power of the remote soul, it took her five days to integrate the primary light and shadow soul method. At this time, she broke through the blockade and rushed to the wild geese to cross the building.

The jacket took a breath of cold air. The mind is so meticulous, the layout is so exquisite, the acting is so natural, everything looks like what she thinks. The soul is sealed, and everyone else is not her opponent except for poisoning. When she entered the Wufu, it was like entering no one's land, and the six sons were like fish on the knife at her slaughter...

She was wrong. It's already late.

The red lips of the jacket bit like bleeding: "Huh... Nan Gezi's cultivation is excellent in the world. He lost to him twice in a row. I lost convincingly... But I'd like to hear, what do you mean? Why did you save me? Is it also arranged by him?"

"I'm not here to save you." Yao Ling said in a low voice, "I'm in a soul state now, and I can only let this dream stop for a while. But..."

The calm eyes suddenly became eager. She took a step forward, closer to the jacket, and grasped her hand tightly as she flinched.

"The jacket. You... are my fireworks sister, aren't you?"

The corners of the mouth of the jacket raise the evil curvature. It turned out that you came here deliberately to verify this matter...

"If I say 'yes', you will protect me to the end, regardless of everyone's opposition and suspicion, right?"

The jacket broke free from the distant hand. "Bang", the colorful walls around the two began to crack. The broken traces are winding, stitching out a new pattern.

The jacket tried to find the feeling of collapse from the distant spiritual eyes.

She just looked at her with heartache and regret, and even the tears that were about to break the dike in the past disappeared.

"Well, speaking of which... If the fireworks hadn't been for the easy approach to you, how could it be so easy to poison and cast... All this is not so easy to achieve."

I'm really curious about what will happen to the hunting soul that collapses in the dream...

Will it be easier to be subdued?

What's the difference between her appearing in front of the enemy in such a soul and entering the mouth of a tiger?

"Sister Fireworks didn't poison me." Yao Ling just stretched out his hand calmly and held it out of thin air, which was a long sword.

"Fireworks fall jacket, all in one. There is no poison in the world that can change people's hearts. Therefore, your poison only changes the appearance of bones. The personality of fireworks has existed from the beginning - even before falling off.

What is this... what are you talking about?

"Who wants to hear you say this!" The boundary popped up in the open palm of the jacket, and the silver light lit up the whole body of the distant spirit for a moment, "Lock the soul! Soul blockade!"

No reaction? How come?

"I said it was useless." The soul sword of the distant spirit turned in his hand, "bang--", and the lock soul boundary of the falling jacket only broke into beads like a colored wall.

I'm afraid that even the demon has never seen such incredible soul power. It's just a genius.

"I have always believed... Sister Fireworks is my relative, and she will never hurt me. Even if people all over the world wrong her, I will believe her.

The spirit is approaching. Fall back from the jacket. She waved her claws to the distant spirit at a loss, and the poisonous flame fluttered, and was simply opened by the distant spirit with a sword.

"So, although I didn't see or feel it, I think the person who poisoned me must be you - not the fireworks sister."

She looked at the jacket so determinedly. This look is not asking, just waiting for her to admit it.

"I will indeed protect the people I trust forever, not just the fireworks sister. And Fengchuan, big brother, brother Chun, sister Qingyu, everyone... I protect all of them, not them, protect me."

The soul sword of the distant spirit was finally mounted on the neck of the jacket.

"Bum--"

The sky is blooming like fireworks, the broken glass of various colors drags away the colorful light, and the sound fantasy is collapsing!

"Fat-in jacket, from the beginning, you, and the devil, you are all wrong. It's not the six princes protecting the hunting soul, but the hunting soul protecting everyone. Although there are only three hunting souls left now, it is undoubtedly the most powerful left by the sand!"

The most powerful...

She actually has such a great confidence in the power of her soul, which is completely different from the impetuous bravery when she held a sword at the enemy.

Because this time, it is not to prove her strength with victory or defeat, but to use the strength given to her by fate to protect everyone! No, this strength comes from her heart, from everyone who accompanies her!

The so-called power of the soul is supported by a strong heart!

"Light and Shadow Soul Method * Gorgeous Ruins!"

The colorful light sword flew into a wheel of fate while jumping in the middle of the sky in the distance. The sharp sword bursts like rain at the foot of the jacket, and the excitement turned into a wave. The sound fantasy peeled off like a mottled mural. When the smoke and clouds dissipated, the face of the wild geese crossing the building finally reappeared.

I can't tell what is true and what is illusion.

The most powerful soul...? She is strong because of the person she loves, but she doesn't know that there is love in her heart, which is the biggest weakness!

"You can't kill me." The jacket is covered with traces of being scratched by gorgeous magic, and the trick is to avoid the key point. For the current Yaoling, it can only be said to be deliberately done.

"Real?"

Yao Ling approached with a long sword, and the skirt like water floated in the cool breeze of the geese passing through the building, and his body was like water, moving but not scattered.

"You have been refining poison all your life and turning everything in the world into your poison. But you don't know that you are the most poisoned person.

The distant spirit collects the sword.

"Eh?"

"It's not just your Yan Lixi who can't extricate himself. What's more, it's your self-blame.

Self-reproach... Did self-reproach kill Xinyi and kill his favorite woman?

Yes. There is no day without blaming yourself, and there is no day without regretting! Because of this meaningless revenge, she didn't get any happiness, but suffered a hundred times!

Who would like to watch the beloved man hurt his heart!

Although I hate that he didn't choose himself... I love him so much that I would rather die than watch him feel sad!

Why do you do that? Why!

He knelt down with his head in his arms and lost his voice in pain. For the first time, I watched tears without any impurities falling like rain and falling into the endless dark abyss, desperate that there was nothing I could do.

Xinyi is dead. There is no way to save the past!

In addition to death, what else can atone for sins?

"Do you think death can atone for your sins?" The palm of his hand lit up, "I don't allow you to die now!"

"I don't need you to pity me... I don't want to live so meaninglessly!"

"Look at yourself, who is she?"

The distant spirit raised her palm, and the purple soul light in her hand was really familiar...

It shouldn't be...

In the past few days when he was in a coma, Yao Ling was not doing nothing. Even she herself didn't expect that the hunting soul, as the supreme soul, would have such a strange ability.

The purple light slowly floated down from the palm of the distant spirit like a light smoke, lingering in front of the eager eyes of the jacket, and finally condensed into a gentle and soft human figure.

Xinyi flowers bloom, and the fragrance is thousands of miles away, as if everything has returned to the spring of purple flowers. Shaohua has never changed.

I didn't expect to see her again in this life.

The jacket covered his mouth, and his fingers were tightly closed to prevent the crying from leaking out.

"Falling jacket - Fireworks." She called her name, stretched out her slender arm and held her face.

"Don't torture yourself anymore." She groped her face, but she couldn't wipe her tears anymore. Her words were close to her ears, but the warmth in her memory could only be imagined.

How can... How can Xinyi's soul appear? Five years later, she hasn't been reincarnated?

"I've been waiting for you." Xinyi smiled sadly, wrapped his arms around and held the jacket in his arms. "There are some things that I must tell you in person so that you can wake up from this nightmare."

Nightmare...what?

"Xinyi, I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The jacket fell into the arms of this person who could no longer hold tightly and sobbed. If she dies now and can bring her back to life, she must not hesitate!

She should have made this choice long ago.

"Fool. I came to see you this time to tell you about it. Xinyi raised the shoulder of the jacket like coaxing a child. "Because of the relationship between the two spirits, and often taking poison to change your appearance. Maybe because of long-term exposure to poisons, you are very poisoned deeply... Memory is also often confused."

Yao Ling looked at the two of them, one purple and one red, the gentle flowers and the poison of demons, one is a blessing, and the other is a curse...

She looked at it quietly.

"So, many of your memories are not really happening." Xin Yi said seriously, "You didn't kill me. I... died of dystocia."