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Lin Wan'er nestled in his arms, Yuan Futu looked at her shallow smile, but his head was blank, his lips were trembling, "Come... come... come here!!!"

At first, the sound was like a mosquito, but then it became louder and louder, mixed with endless grief, indignation and sadness.

Wang Cannian rushed over and placed his wrinkled fingers on Lin Wan'er's wrist, feeling her pulse changes, but when he noticed the pierced belly, he knew that it would be futile to do anything else .

For practitioners, the Yuanshenhai hidden in the belly is the source of life, and its importance is more important than the heart. Lin Wan'er's natal pearl was originally broken and damaged. The time passed by so fast that no matter how clever the means, no matter how precious the elixir was, it could not save her life.

Wang Cannian let go of his hand and let out a deep sigh.

"What's the matter... What are you waiting for, save Wan'er!" Yuan Futu looked at Wang Cannian's helpless and sad expression, and obviously guessed something, but he couldn't believe it, and his mouth was still roaring.

Wang Cannian lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Please forgive me, Elder."

"Forgive me for what crime? If you don't save her, your crime is unforgivable! I order you to get the best elixir immediately...she must not die...not die!" Yuan Futu's eyes that had been dry for so many years, gradually There were tears, and then turbid and viscous tears flowed out.

Lin Wan'er was so angry that she was obviously dying, she was trying her best to concentrate on looking at Yuan Futu's face, and remained silent.

Yuan Futu only felt the heart-piercing pain, and said in a shy voice: "Why are you so stupid, I should be the one who deserves to die..."

Lin Wan'er's lips gradually turned purple, and she said weakly: "I heard... that after death, people will enter the Underworld, cross the Naihe Bridge... drink Meng Po soup, and then forget everything... I want to take a good look at you, In this way, if we can meet again in the next life, I will remember..."

Every time she said a word, it was as if she was cutting Yuan Futu's heart with a small blade. The so-called sorrow is greater than death in the heart. I endured it, but now I feel that it is difficult to support, as if my soul is about to collapse.

"I won't let you die. I promised you that since you come back, you won't be separated, and I also promised to marry you, so you can't die, you have to live well for me!"

A streak of blood flowed from Lin Wan'er's lips, and she said in a trembling voice: "For so many years... I have lived for the family all the time... only when I am with you... will I feel happy... will I let go of my shoulders... The pressure from life...It's a pity that I can't be your wife...Accompany you on the road ahead...But I know...Loving someone is not about getting possession...It's about making him live well... ..."

Yuan Futu shook his head desperately, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

Lin Wan'er's breath was getting weaker and weaker. She looked at Yuan Futu obsessively, and tried her best to memorize every feature on his face. What she feared the most was that in the afterlife, they would pass by each other. I don't remember when.

But this short time lasted only two breaths. Lin Wan'er, who was too injured, finally couldn't hold on any longer. She tilted her head to one side, and her eyes wandered. In her blurred vision, she seemed to see someone from the Lin family calling I can't help but feel a warmth in my heart.

"Father, mother... Wan'er has come to see you..."

Yuan Futu felt that Lin Wan'er was no longer breathing, and his tear-stained face had become stiff. He was trembling all over, as if he was forcibly suppressing the extreme pain in his heart.

Qin Rongxian came over and took Lin Wan'er's cold hand, tears were running down her face, she was already sobbing.

Mei Ling'er turned her face sideways, she couldn't bear to look again, but the corners of her eyes had already become moist.

Xiao Zhan said in a deep voice, "Do you think of that person from before again?"

Mei Ling'er was silent for a moment, then said: "She's right, you don't need to be possessed to love someone, as long as that person can live in this world safely, that's enough."

The Tongtian Sword Tower was crumbling, and countless fragments of bricks fell down, creating a cloud of dust in the cold rain.

Jian Twelve's body fell into the sword tower, lying in a mess, holding Wang Jian in his hand all the time, supporting his body to stand up, when he looked up again, he found that Qin Chuan had come quietly In front of him, it seemed so majestic.

"How do you want to die?!" Qin Chuan's cold tone seemed to be a little angry because of the matter just now.

Before he had time to devour Yuan Futu, Jian Twelve had no more chips in his hand, he took two steps back, suddenly noticed the tyrannical vitality circulating around, suddenly thought of something, and began to laugh wildly, "I won't die ...Hahaha! This is the Profound Sky Sword Sect, where my Sword Twelve is, you can't kill me! Heavenly Sword Formation!"

He is Sword Twelve, so he naturally masters the mysteries of the formations of the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect. For example, only the suzerain can inherit the Heavenly Sword Formation, and even Xiaonan can hardly understand the mystery inside.

In an instant, thousands of sword spirits whizzed out from behind Jian Twelve, turning into incomparably sharp elemental swords.

"sucker Punch!"

Qin Chuan snorted heavily, rolled up his sleeve robe, and a black dragon transformed into magic fire shot up into the sky, burning the sword spirit that was attacking him instantly. in the spread.

Jian Twelve only felt that the vitality of heaven and earth in the sword tower was rapidly disintegrating, and the magic circle imprinted on the surroundings was like withered flowers, becoming dilapidated and dim. The whole sword tower was crumbling, and it seemed that it was about to be destroyed.

At this moment, Jian Twelve was calm and terrifying. He seemed to have made a plan in his heart, and pointed like a sword. The tower wall behind him was blasted away, and then he drove Wang Jian to the back mountain in an instant.

Qin Chuan turned his foot and followed closely behind.

"I said, Tianxuan Sword Sect is my place, you can't kill me!" Jian Twelve stopped and stood suspended above countless peaks, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the rain kept soaking his clothes.

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he sensed that the vitality of heaven and earth here seemed to be a little strange, but he couldn't tell why. He just opened the God Regret Realm, and he would no longer be afraid unless the old monk of the Six Paths came in person.

Jian Twelve suddenly raised the king sword, and the golden light on the blood-red blade exploded, turning into thousands of strands of silk covering the sky and the earth.

This is like a key, opening an ancient formation that has been silent for thousands of years.