Chapter 205 Remember

King An Tian glanced at the broken Ying Tian Magic Sword and asked, "Did you kill Ni Tiangao? Why?"

Lin Yinxue said indifferently, "King An Tian, how did you know that Ni Tiangao and I would meet in Orion Village, Daya Mountain seven years ago?"

King An Tian was stunned and said, "Didn't Ni Tiangao tell you before he died?"

Lin Yinxue did not answer. King An Tian looked up at the red sun transformed from the plate of fate and replied, "If you want to avenge the leaker, you don't have to - Shicai Ni Tiangao has killed him with his own hands, and all the grudges have been completely over!"

"Are you an unfounded person?!" Lin Yinxue said, "He is dead, but it's not over!"

An Tianwang's eyes burst into light and said proudly, "Does Master Lin still want my life?"

Chu Tian looked at Luo Jia in surprise and saw that she looked cold and nodded slightly to herself, but said nothing.

The inside story of the blood case of Daya Mountain was finally revealed layer by layer today, but it was found that love and hate were intertwined, and ambition and desire were colliding. Everyone was laying out, and everyone involuntarily became a pawn in the game.

Youaoshan, Youqiren and Eshanyue, Ni Tiangao and Lin Yinxue, former lovers and brothers, are all martyrs in the bureau. When family affection and love were not there and they paid a painful price, they actually found that all the previous pursuits were just mirrors.

"I think you must regret why you let Youao Mountain join the interception operation at the beginning, so that the plan to grab the secret map of the treasure was ruined."

Lin Yinxue said, "So you simply pretended to retreat, from light to dark and place the chess piece of Youqiren beside Ni Tiangao. He hid in the Youyuan Hall, hoping to find the Beiming treasure through Ni Tiangao. Now you have got what you want - the Northern Treasure is close at hand. But can you get it?!

King An Tian looked at Lin Yinxue for a moment and said in a low voice, "The divine palace has guarded the Northern Minghai for three thousand years. Now the treasure will not allow outsiders to touch it? Everyone listens to my order: Whoever can kill Lin Yinxue, I will pass on his "Northern Ming Festival"!"

An Yujing did not hesitate to take a few steps to stand behind the King of Heaven and said loudly, "I hope to obey the order of the King!"

However, it is quite embarrassing that except for him, Leng Yuechan, Hai Xiaoshu, Ge Shu Xiaomian, Ji Shangxuan and others all looked different, but they all stood still.

On the other side, Chu Tian, Qinger and Luo Jia also smiled coldly and silently.

"Sure enough," King An Tiansheng did not move and hummed in a low voice, "No one can be moved by the Beiming Treasure!"

Chu Tian said, "I just think you are disgusting!"

King An Tian looked at Chu Tian and shook his head and said, "For the sake of your achievements in suppressing the rebellion, I just want you to become a family of the three princes. Now it seems that my idea is a little wishful thinking..."

Before the words fell, the glory in his body was in full bloom, and his body and swords were boundlessly murderous to cover Lin Yinxue, who was sitting high on the underworld chariot.

"Hum--" Qing'er scolded coldly, trembled the magic gun and rose up, intercepting the king of An in the air.

I never thought that the light and fog on the head of King Antian was steaming, and a yuan god suddenly came out of his mind and used the thousand-year-old magic sword to kill Qing'er!

At the same time, two bunches of fine light flashed out of his chest, which instantly condensed into two ghost saints whose cultivation was comparable to the realm of the sky, attacking Qinger from the left and right.

"Qing'er!" Lin Yinxue stood up from the chariot, and his face was full of blood. Only then did he realize that the real goal of King An was not himself, but Qinger, who mastered the magic gun!

Not only her, but also Chu Tian, Leng Yue Chan, and the four Dharma kings... Everyone did not expect that King An Tian would attack Qinger from east to west, let alone that there were two ghost saints hidden in him!

"Qing'er--" Chu Tian was about to crack and rushed to the regiment desperately.

However, it was too late. The thousand-year-old magic sword collided head-on with the demarcation magic gun. The figures of the two ghost saints were like smoke and took advantage of the virtual, and their palms and claws were all beheading Qing'er.

Lin Yinxue couldn't help closing her eyes and couldn't accept the tragic death of her beloved daughter.

Among the four guardian kings of the magic religion, the Jinyang Dharma King and the Red Moon Dharma King are in full shape, and the sun and moon magic wheel is like electricity;

"Uh--" The figure of the sky machine in the cave in the void flashed out of the sky of Xumi Cave, and the wind of the ancient sword of the Qing Dynasty came with clouds and electricity;

Chu Tian roared like a dragon, and tried his best to move the Cangyun Yuanchen sword like a snow-white lightning to attack desperately...

But Qinger knew that everyone's efforts could not change her fate. Her eyes crossed the void and looked at Chu Tian, reluctantly calling softly from the bottom of her heart: "Brother..."

"Boom--" A gorgeous glow suddenly bloomed on her side, and it was at the critical moment that Luo Jia displayed the magic power of "Heaven and Man" flashed away.

She seemed to have the magic power of an uncertain prophet. Before everyone realized that King An was going to take action against Qinger, she easily went and flashed over first.

"Bum!" She hit Qing'er's delicate body with her shoulders, and her left hand's slender finger shot out two hairpins, flying at the palm of the dancing ghost saint Zhang Hong on the left side.

Zhang Hong sang and hummed in a low voice. His palms condensed the white light and five fingers to snap the hairpin, and the crisp sound everywhere, twisting the two hairpins.

"Bang!" Luo Jia pulled out the magic flute with his right hand and shook the claws of the right Kuiyin ghost Sheng Yudi, splashing out a dazzling stream of flowers.

"Puff!" Suddenly, the thousand-year-old magic sword turned into a cold front that penetrated the ups and downs of the light, deeply penetrated into Luojia's chest, and the red blood was like a sad rain flower in the shining void.

There was a low and shallow moan in Luojia's cherry lips, and her delicate body trembled and was hit by Zhang Hong's singing and Yudi's palm claws!

In an all-seen, the world seems to be completely still.

Heaven and earth have lost their color, and there is silence all around, and you can't even hear people's nervous breathing...

A lotus-colored figure withered in the blood rain like peach blossoms, slowly falling into the boundless dark abyss--

"No!"

"Rojia!!"

"Don't die, Luojia!!!"

In an instant, there were countless voices shouting and roaring from the bottom of Chu Tian's heart. There was a panic call in his chest, but his throat was tightly blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

His mind was blank, like a huge building collapsing, turning into ruins into embumen.

He opened his arms and caught Luojia's delicate body. A heartbreaking pain in his tentacles trembled all over his body like an electric current, staring at her pale and paper-like beauty. Chu Tianxia consciously stretched out his hand to prevent the blood from gushing out of her chest, but he let the warm and precious blood stained himself and her whole. There is nothing I can do.

At this time, the two big kings of Dharma, Dong Tianji, Jinyang and Hongyue, had been connected with the An Tianwang, Zhang Hongchang and Yudi Yang's short soldiers, and a group of powerful wind burst, killing the sky and the earth.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Chu Tian and Luo Jia.

He hugged her tightly, took care of her in his arms, and desperately poured Yunlu aura into her weak body, but his heart kept sinking into the abyss.

An Tianwang's sword cut Luo Jia's heart and destroyed all her vitality. Coupled with the joint blow of the two ghost saints, even the body of scattered immortals can't bear it!

Why, why is it like this?

"Chu Tian..." Luo Jia's dim eyes stared at Chu Tian gently, as if she wanted to remember every inch of his face, so as to take him to another world.

"I... was originally a wisp of soul after Qinger's death. After 3,000 years of practice, I restarted the plate of fate and returned to this life. In order to block the deadly sword for her at this moment and rewrite the doomed fate..."

Chu Tian's heart was shocked, and all the doubts about Luojia were solved, but his heart was more painful and his feelings were more hurtful.

No wonder Luojia's reaction after learning that she was going to Youyuan Hall was so abnormal. No wonder she tried to prevent Qinger from coming. No wonder she fell in love with him without regrets!

Three thousand years of reincarnation, she came quietly, just because of love, but also to die for love. This sea-like affection hidden alone has carried many unspeakable pains.

"Fate cannot be deblasphemed... Any actions and words that try to change fate will be devoured by God. I can't do more. I can only sacrifice myself to replace Qinger at the last minute, so that she and I can accompany you for a while - just like the moon accompanying the mountains and the mountains with the rivers..."

Luo Jia stared at Chu Tian's eyes with gentle, sad and inseparable affection. Her delicate body trembled in pain, and the life in her body passed quickly, and her hands were getting colder and colder and colder.

"Don't die, don't die, I won't allow you to die!" I don't allow you to leave me like this." Chu Tianwu was burning, close to Luojia's cheeks and said with tears, "Ni Luojia, do you want to play games with me again? Well, I admit defeat. You won again this time - can you come back to life?" At the end of the words, it is difficult to make a sentence.

A wisp of love and pity appeared on Luojia's face, and she smiled with the last beautiful smile and said, "The happiest thing in my life is the day I found you. Why don't you kiss me again?"

Chu Tian's heart was like a knife when he heard the words. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed Luojia's cold cherry lips.

Luo Jia closed her eyes, burned the last bit of heat in her life, and kissed Chu Tian affectionately.

"The delicate clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels secretly. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless things in the world. The tenderness is like water, and the good period is like a dream. I endure the way back to the magpie bridge. If the two love last for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening..."

Who sings softly in the pool, who dances under the lamp, and who plays the sword under the moon by the pool?

Originally, I thought that I could hold my hand and grow old with my son; I thought that I could lean side by side on the beach and watch the sunrise and sunset; I thought that there was no end to the years; I thought that there would be a reunion in my life--

A scene of soul-broken and sad picture appeared from Chu Tian's mind. He felt that Luojia's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and he seemed to listen to her call: "Idiot, you have to remember..."

Suddenly, everything stopped abruptly.

Her cherry lips became stiff, and there was a gentle smile on the corners of her lips, but there were two crystal tears in her closed eyes, like pearls flashing.

"What do you remember? Go on, I'm listening!" Chu Tian shook Luojia gently.

I don't know how long it took, a wisp of terrible thoughts slowly occupied my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to drive it away, it didn't help.

He slowly raised his head and stared at her smiling and sleeping face. Finally, he realized that something terrible had never thought of had happened.

So no one will scold him "stupid" in his ear, and no one will walk through the long and quiet rain alley with an oilcloth umbrella. No one will bite his earlobe narrowly, let alone gritted his teeth and say in his ear, "Thief, you hurt There are a lot of people--

At that time, Chu Tian was like a wooden chicken, and a cold tear slipped silently across his cheek and fell on Luo Jia's chest, gradually turning into the blood on his shirt, like a red and blooming flower.

The beauty comes without a trace, and the beauty goes without a trace.

From now on, we will leave and never meet again.