too affectionate

Chapter 939
At the moment when the petals bloomed, the red light roared towards the surroundings like a tsunami, instantly turning the entire continent into an isolated island floating on it.

The powerful determination force field of Abi Hell was instantly overwhelmed by this force and returned to infinity.

Among the millions of onlookers, the tens of thousands standing in front of the wave were instantly submerged by the huge wave, and then completely melted into it, leaving no bones left.

There were 10,000+ people with the final talent, and it was not until they watched tens of thousands of people being razed to ashes in amazement that they finally realized that the immediate activation of the final talent brought all the determination together to form a giant barrier, trying to resist This tsunami.

However, the strength of 10,000+ people gathered together to barely block the tsunami, but it was only for a short moment.

Soon, the red waves overturned all the barriers, causing countless casualties.

On the wasteland, even though there are still people alive, except for Wanyan, there is no one who is still standing.

At this time, everyone's hearts were filled with fear.

That is the instinctive fear of the power of death as a human being.

In everyone's mind, there is only one sentence:

Sahua, wake up! !
At the same time, in the hall of death and life, Xuan Yi and others were all tied up in the hall, with anger and worry mixed on their faces.

In order to prevent relatives and friends from taking risks with her, Wanyan tied up everyone in the Hall of Death and Life.

At the beginning, Xuan Yi and the others were still cursing, and they all got really angry.

But one day passed, they only felt that their hearts were on fire, and they were extremely tormented.

Just when everyone was tightly bound, but still restless, Xuan Yi seemed to be stunned suddenly, like a stone statue, holding his breath.

"Brother Yi, what's wrong with you?" Guan Jiheng asked hastily.

Xuan Yi stared straight at one direction, as if seeing a ghost, and said slowly: "Look..."

Everyone followed Xuan Yi's gaze, and they landed on the spirit card table enshrined in the Hall of Death and Life.

On that table, from top to bottom, five spirit seats were arranged in three layers in a triangular shape.

And in the corner of the fourth row at the bottom of the spiritual case, there is a brand new spiritual card.

Regardless of its placement or brand newness, this one spirit card seemed out of place with the other five.

Previously, the spirit card had the four characters "Six Generations Honorable Position" written on it, and there were two characters empty between "Six Generations" and "Eminence Position".

But at some point, the space for those two words was actually filled.

It was filled perfectly, as if those two words had always been there.

When everyone saw those two words, they all fell silent.

That spiritual tablet was the spiritual tablet that Wanyan fell from the spiritual case without warning when she first arrived at the Hall of the Dead and prayed to her seniors when she was clueless and asked them to point out the direction for her.

Although there is no name written on it, everyone can feel that this is Wanyan's spiritual position.

It is really unlucky to set up a spiritual seat for a widow.

Everyone in the main hall disagreed with putting this spirit tablet up, but Wanyan insisted on putting it up.

She said: "This is the answer my predecessors gave me.

Shahua, only in death can there be life. "

While everyone was fascinated by the spirit card, they saw a sudden gust of wind blowing in the hall with the doors and windows tightly closed.

For a while, there were sounds of wind, sand, and burning, a tragic and desolate song.

On both sides of the spirit case, there are two long rows of nearly a hundred candles, swaying with the wind, and filling the gloomy hall with candlelight.

Especially to illuminate the brand new spirit card.

Impressively written on it:

Six generations of maharajas.

Maharaja Poisonous Venerable.

. . .

When Wanyan fell from the air to the ground, without even thinking about it, she didn't even stand firmly, she immediately staggered and ran towards Jing Shijialan.

While running, Wanyan waved her hand without looking back.

Behind her, the tsunami-like red power was withdrawn between her palms.

At this moment, the rejoicing of being alive after the catastrophe, the trance of being resurrected from the dead, and the long-awaited joy of Shahua's awakening all did not appear in Wanyan's heart.

At this moment, Wanyan only had one thought in her heart:
Great, great, great!
I am still alive, and I still have a chance to redeem my sins to you!

Wanyan's body was almost torn apart by the force field.

At this time, although the power of Shahua was awakened, only the heart that triggered the awakening was restored, and the wounds on the body did not heal.

But Wanyan dragged her body that was in pain everywhere, and ran towards Jingshijialan, looking so embarrassed that she didn't look like a poisonous venerable.

At this moment, Wanyan felt that the happiest thing in the world was that she could run towards him without hindrance.

"Jing Shijialan! Jing Shijialan!"

Wanyan rushed to Jing Shijialan's side without slowing down at all, and while calling him, felt his pulse, and then quickly transferred her own strength to him continuously.

When a steady stream of power flowed out from Wanyan's palm smoothly, it seemed as if it would never be exhausted.

Wanyan finally realized belatedly that my Shahua power had really awakened.

Although Jing Shijialan's body is already a decaying building, it is difficult for gods to help.

However, as the twin flower of Manzhu Shenhua, Shahua is not only the most dangerous poison, but also the most difficult medicine.

After Wanyan continuously pushed Shahua's power into Jing Shijialan's body, he still slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Jing Shijialan saw Wanyan.

Just one glance, just a moment, is enough to dye Jing Shijialan's eyes red.

Now is life or death, safety or danger, Jing Shijialan has no time to think about anything.

He only cared about hugging Wanyan into his arms.

Wanyan also put her hands through Jing Shijialan's waist, and hugged him tightly.

This hug is really too difficult.

Even though she was holding Jing Shi Jialan, Wanyan still felt palpitations, lightly holding Jing Shi Jialan's arm, and carefully helped him up, so that she could look at his face completely.

A face that was too haggard and desolate, with an arrogance that couldn't be concealed even by a physical disability.

He is like a poem with mourning as its form and ten thousand deaths as its core.

It's just the tear in the corner of his eye, Wanyan's heart was broken when she saw it, she couldn't help reaching out and wiping it away with her fingertips.

The moment Wanyan's fingertips landed on the corner of Jing Shijialan's eye, Wanyan's own eye corner felt a little colder.

In the hearts of two people, the most pity is always the other party.

"Little master, Heng Li..."

Wanyan murmured softly, wanting to laugh but frowning.

It has been too long since Wanyan called these two names last time.

It was so long that Jing Shijialan was startled when he heard the sound, and then said: "You remember it?"

Wanyan nodded, took Jing Shijialan's hand, lowered her head and dared not look at him again.

"I knew too late..."

(End of this chapter)