Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the stone ring, the purple flame is suspended, warm and bright like the rising sun.

Ling Xian bathed in purple fire, and his soul gradually recovered. At most three months, he could recover to the heyday.

One is the mystery of Requiem, and the other is his tenacity, one step away from the immortal soul.

"After three months, I can travel around Xinghe and look for the flesh."

"When the soul and the flesh are united, they can strike the Immortal Road."

Ling Xian smiled slightly. He was blessed by misfortune. Although the spirit and flesh were separated and almost fell, he found the requiem and solved the secret of the second mysterious pattern.

More importantly, he broke the shackles of Divine Realm and the future is extremely bright.

"Wait quietly."

With a chuckle, Ling Xian was calm and patient.

Half a month later, the mystery was closed, and Rakshasa returned to Dingguo Mansion with hope.

Hope for revenge.

So far, Luocha has realized how extraordinary Lingxian is. She believes that the day of revenge is not far off.

But just before Lingxian was about to leave the customs, an accident happened.

The Prime Minister of the Wei Dynasty and his son visited Dingguo, and his son was fascinated by color. When he played and watched, he saw the ice-cold Raksha.

She has exquisite facial features, shameless flowers and closed moon. Although she has not lost her childishness, she has become a nation-wide admiration.

Therefore, at the first sight, the prime minister's son moved into evil thoughts.

He was lured first, and was rejected by Rakshasa severely. He became so angry that he dragged Rakshasa to nowhere, forcibly.

Luo Cha was naturally disobedient, and in the battle, accidentally killed the prime minister's son.

At the moment when this person died, he had some sense with the Prime Minister of Dingguo's narrative, and appeared in front of Luocha for the first time.

Dingguo followed closely behind.

At this moment, things were getting worse. Everyone in the Dingguo government heard the wind and came, regardless of why Razak killed the prime minister's son, as long as she paid her life.

Dingguo has no objection.

Luo Cha is just one of his many children. No one cares about her life and death, but only whether Prime Minister Wei can breathe out.

"Brother Wen, I have no control over her. Brother Wen can take her life at any time."

Such an indifferent gesture made Roxa's hatred deeper and more murderous.

She responded to everyone's instructions with silence, ridiculed and refuted.

That was meaningless. Everyone, including Dingguo, believed that the hair of the prime minister's son was more important than her life.

"Kill her, can my child be born again?"

Prime Minister Dawei held the man's body without tears of sorrow and hysteria, but there was madness hidden in peace.

This made Ding Guogong look ugly, knowing that it was difficult to be good.

At the moment, he flung his sleeves up, Rakshasa lifted up into the air, breathing hard, and his body trembling.

However, she did not have the slightest intention to be subdued, nor did she have any remorse.

"I knew that today, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted."

"Ahem, from the moment you killed my mother, you are my enemy, endless." Luocha looked cold, no longer hiding his hatred.

She killed the prime minister's son, not to mention Ding Guogong, even if the manpower was insured, she could not escape.

"You want to kill me?"

Ding Guogong's expression grew more gloomy, and he said, "Okay, good, you are really impatient."

"The moment my mother died, I was dead, alive, just to get revenge."

Luo Cha's eyes were fierce, and when she thought of her mother's tragic death, she couldn't wait to unload Dingguo.

It's just that she doesn't have this ability.

"you wanna die!"

The Dingguo was furious, and everyone began to speak, angering Rakshasa.

My uncle is a rebellious thing, even if he wants it, he is cast aside. "Shut up for me!"

"What qualifications do you have for reprimanding me? I want to kill him as a treason. Is it reasonable and reasonable that he killed my mother?"

Luo Cha's eyebrows were cold. Even if Qian Fu pointed out, she was not afraid, and her original heart would not change.

"You are so courageous at a young age.

Prime Minister Dawei stood up and looked at Luo Cha coldly, saying: "You don't care about the grudges with Dingguo, I don't care, I don't ask why you killed my son, I only care about the result."

"As a result, I killed him. I don't want to justify it, and I don't want to say more. If you want to kill, kill." Luo Cha looked cold, unwilling, but fearlessly regretted.

As early as the moment her mother died, she was ready for death, and only hated that she could not kill Ding Guogong herself and avenge her mother.

"It kills you with one shot, it's too cheap for you."

Da Wei Zai looked stunned and said, "My son has three scars on his body, and I want you to pay them back a hundred times."

After hearing that, everyone took a sigh of coolness, but the Prime Minister Wei Wei was so fierce.

One hundred times the three scars is three hundred. What is the difference between this and Ling Chi?

To deal with a 14-year-old girl in such a fierce way is too cruel.

However, no one dared to say anything.

One is the unscrupulous niece, and the other is the Prime Minister Wei Wei, who is today's confidant, and the idiot knows which side to stand on.

"It's nothing more than death, come on."

Luo Cha looked calm and said, "Dingguo, remember, I won't let you go as a ghost."

After hearing that, Dingguo smiled, and smiled very cold.

After Raksha revealed his hatred, his killing intention was no less than that of Prime Minister Dawei. Even if Prime Minister Dawei let Luoza out, he would show him mercilessly.

"I will let you know what it means to die."

The Prime Minister of Wei Wei smiled and broke his energy, like a sword blade, leaving a scar on Luo Sha.

The blood was dripping, his face was pale, and Luo Sha's painful cold sweat flowed, but he was silent.

She can die, but her bones can't be broken, let alone three hundred knives, and three thousand knives she is not afraid.

"Okay, good. I want to see how long you can hold on."

Seeing that Rakshasa would not bend, the Prime Minister of Wei Wei became more and more angry, and his energy was as strong as a sword. In the blink of an eye, dozens of scars were left on Raksha.

The flesh was blurred, his clothes were stained red, Luo Sha was painful, but he still clenched his teeth and refused to give in. Seeing this, most people can't bear to look any further.

The killing was not a point, it was too cruel to treat a 14-year-old girl in such a cruel way.

The rest were more or less compassionate.

Only the Dingguo public did not change his face, there was no secretiveness.

He has where he is today, not by strength but by fierceness.

Everyone who has a murderous intention against him will cut off the roots, even his own daughter.

brush!

Vigorous as a sword, extremely sharp, Luo Sha was anxious, but she never said a word.

This made Prime Minister Wei Wei even more angry.

The reason he tortures Rakshasa is to listen to her screams and let her yield. The stronger she is, the more angry he becomes.

"I'd like to see if it's your bones or my sword." Prime Minister Wei Wei was fierce and ruthless. Even though Luo Cha's wounds had exceeded 300, he did not mean to stop.

At this moment, Rakshasa was dying.

Just as she was about to run out of breath, a cold word came from Shijie, killing intentions that swept across nine days, and Emperor Wei shook the world.

"Dare to touch my disciples, you are looking for death."