Ling Xuanluo was surprised by the changes in Zhu Xing's body, he really couldn't believe it, his calmness in the face of death was all because he had taken that sandalwood pill. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether he is afraid of death or not, when the day he leaves really comes, how can he be as calm as he is? Is Uncle Shi really hopeless? He stood there, looking vigorous, and what could he tell that he was dying?

Ling Xuanluo held on to the last glimmer of hope and cried to Zhuxing: "Uncle Shi, I beg you, don't leave me!" The master is dead, my aunt is gone, you are my last relative in Jiluo Mountain, how can you bear to abandon me like this? I think back then, Ling'er became an immortal with all her heart, so that she could always be by your side, but now...... Ling'er can't accept the reality of this broken family, and can't accept ......"

He said that his heart was broken, and he couldn't stop crying, and looked at Zhuxing pleadingly with a pair of teary eyes. In fact, he wanted to hug his uncle to prevent him from disappearing without a word, but he was afraid of Jiang Nanjun's explanation of the sandalwood worm, and he didn't even dare to touch him with his fingers.

When it comes to Aunt Ximu, Zhu Xing's heart is like a knife, in order to persuade Ling Xuanluo, he can only force himself not to cry.

He looked at the few cold stars hanging in the sky, which were disappearing behind the whitening sky, and said obsessively: "Aunt Ximu, my teacher, I will never see her again." If one day, you rescue her from the Fragmented Mountain, please tell her that Zhuxing is not worthy of being her apprentice, please ask her to remove my name from the list of immortals in Jiluo Mountain, and you will never mention ......me again."

pleaded, but in exchange for Zhuxing's self-abandonment, how could Ling Xuanluo be willing for him to die with such thoughts? So he wiped away his tears and resolutely denied: "Impossible! Uncle Shi, Aunt Shizu would rather die than do this! Do you know how much she misses you? Do you know how many nights she sat in the dark temple of solitude, looking up at the night sky and missing you? How can you be so cruel and say that you can just leave, and not even see her for the last time? ”

When it comes to this, no matter how strong Zhuxing is disguised, he can't pretend anymore. He raised his hands to cover his face in case they saw him cry - the purpose of holding back his tears was to keep the smile in people's last memories.

As soon as he raised his hand, there was a miserable scream, and the sleeves on both sides instantly penetrated blood red, and before his hands reached his waist, his two arms had fallen off, turning into two pools of blood in the blink of an eye, and submerged into the white clouds.

"Stand back, don't touch me! Don't let sandalworms burrow into your bodies! It was obvious that the final attack of the sandalwood worm had begun, and he yelled at Jiang Nanjun and Ling Xuanluo in horror, for fear that they would be poisoned by his own blood.

Jiang Nanjun also realized that his time had come, in order to stop Ling Xuanluo from rushing up desperately, he couldn't care about his own sorrow, dragged him back quickly, and hugged him to death while retreating, so as to prevent him from breaking free from the restraints and rushing back.

"Farewell, Jiluoshan, farewell, the people I love, if there is an afterlife, I hope I can still keep the memories of this life and meet you again!" Zhu Xing endured the severe pain, and his handsome face squeezed out the last smile.

He did it, and when he finally died, he smiled and calmly left the world in the world.

He was unwilling to succumb to the sandalwood insects, and let them eat themselves, so he quickly exercised his internal force, burning the dantian qi into a fire, and the flames quickly spread to the whole body, burning him into a fireball, and the sandalwood insects had not had time to turn him into pus and blood, and he was incinerated by the fire.

"Uncle Star--"

Ling Xuanluo was dead at this time, if Jiang Nanjun was not by his side, he would have rushed forward with instinct and tried his best to prevent his uncle from immolating himself.

But now, in the face of the loss of life, he found that he was so weak and incompetent, even if he had reached the realm of ten thousand universes? He can block thousands of troops on the battlefield, but he can't stop the invasion of a mere god of death, he can only watch his beloved relatives being taken away by the black hand of the underworld.

At this moment, he seems to have degenerated, and the mortal Shui Ling'er, who once didn't know any martial arts, was held by Jiang Nanjun with blurred tears, and the two of them witnessed the Xingzhu Immortal of Jiluo Mountain, and disappeared in the firelight little by little.

The dawn came, the sun rose, but it failed to add warmth to the world. The cry of sorrow echoed among the clouds, chilling and heartbreaking.

(To be continued.) )