Liang Xi was already ready to poke a shot, but when he saw two crystal clear patterns that were probably Prince Jin's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble his heart and slowly put the stars down: "Tell me, I'll just listen to it."
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An unexpected look burst out in Prince Jin's eyes, his chest fluctuated violently for a moment, and then he whispered: "My soul is almost burned, and it is not very useful to absorb it. Instead, it may cause your own soul to be burned...
... "
"What!" Liang Xi was surprised and hurriedly gathered his energy to investigate Prince Jin's whole body.
The situation is the same as what Prince Jin said. At this moment, only the last trace of the candlelight in the wind was left. It would probably be burned in ten minutes. Moreover, the strange flame that burned the soul would be swallowed by himself.
If it is, your soul may be burned bit by bit.
Thinking that he did not swallow Prince Jin's soul in an impulse, Liang Xi was immediately grateful, and at the same time made up his mind that next time he met the Ghost King of the Pure Land, he must use the sacrificial divine fire to burn him hard. The Ghost King of the Pure Land clearly knew Liang Xi
He has the ability to devour the soul, so he did this on purpose, trying to make Liang Xi jump into the trap. His vicious mind made people think that he was in a cold war behind his back.
"Liang Xi, I know you must hate me very much. I have been lying to you all the time. In fact, the situation is not what you see..." Prince Jin didn't say a few words, just a violent cough, and blood surged from his mouth.
and pour it on his burnt flesh.
Liang Xi looked at him coldly and said, "You also know that you don't have much time. You should choose the most important thing. Maybe I can send you a ride if you have time to make you suffer less."
Hearing Liang Xi's words, a hint of relief flashed in Prince Jin's eyes: "Okay! OK! OK!"
After three consecutive calls, tears burst out from his eyes.
At this moment, Liang Xi felt that he could also feel some of the other party’s thoughts.
I am afraid that this is the feeling that my wish is not fulfilled and my ambitions are not fulfilled.
Taking a deep breath, Prince Jin said, "My Nascent Soul has not been burned. You will absorb it later, and then you can change it to my appearance. There will be no difference in your voice and appearance. It's just that you have everything about me.
I can’t know, from today on, you will be Prince Jin of Chu!”
When Prince Jin finished saying this, his whole body trembled, and a red light shone three inches under his lower abdomen. With a roar, the tiger wrapped in flames roared out, but a few seconds after leaping out, the tiger
It was like drunk, shaking and falling to the ground.
"Tiger——" Liang Xi looked at Prince Jin and nodded, "Continue."
"A lot of things you need to know are in my study. You can go and take a look. The bookshelf from the seventh to the tenth, which is what you need to read. After reading it, you will remember everything in your heart. In this way, others will be with you.
No matter what you say, you won't be exposed easily."
"Yes." Liang Xi nodded.
"I have made an agreement with the Shura tribe, but I didn't expect that they would go back on their word in the end. Haha... I have been plotting against others all my life, but I didn't expect that I would be pecked at the eyes by a geese in the end." Prince Jin coughed again, and several pieces of internal organs were sprayed out of his mouth.
The minced meat and eyes gradually dissipated, and it was obvious that life was almost over.
"Huanyuan Tianding... is the magic weapon of Pojunxing... you must take it back... and... there is... the Ziwei Star Chart... Never... don't fall into the hands of other people......
Chu State... Chu State has exhausted its energy... I have seen the future long ago... but... I can't change it..."
Prince Jin burst into tears and his voice became smaller and smaller: "The moon sinks and the sea surging, all things are rotten, and the twenty-eight stars are gone..."
When he said this, Prince Jin's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and the last few words were almost indescribable.
Looking at Prince Jin's chest that was gradually calming down, Liang Xi suddenly felt a sudden heart, and he hurriedly bent down and said, "Hey! Don't die first! Xian'er! What is Lin Xian'er's identity? You must know! It was you who assigned Chen Shuci
Go and get close to her! What is Lin Xian'er's relationship with you!"
When Liang Xi mentioned Lin Xian'er, Prince Jin's eyes suddenly burst out in his ashesy eyes, and his lips trembled as if he was about to say something.
Liang Xi hurriedly put his ears up and vaguely heard the words Lin and Lin.
Prince Jin used all his strength to speak, but his life had burned to the end, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not speak the following words.
He tried his best to draw a burned finger on the ground, and finally he only wrote a twisted word "Lin".
A moment later, Prince Jin, who enjoyed the reputation of being a wise king in Chu State, and the younger brother of the current emperor, ended his life in regret and unwillingness.
Liang Xi stood up in melancholy, stood there quietly for fifteen minutes before sighing: "I can't say it out, Xian'er--"
A flame flashed in the palm of his hand, and Prince Jin's body was immediately wrapped in red light, and it was burned into a pile of black and gray after a few seconds.
"Who would have thought that Prince Jin, who was once glorious, would die here tragically?" Liang Xi shook his head, but was thinking about Prince Jin's last words in his heart, "He also knows the twenty-eight constellations of the constellations.
Things seem to be much more complicated than I think now.”
After swallowing the giant flaming tiger lying on the ground, Liang Xi quickly rushed to Kyoto City.
While flying rapidly in the night sky, Liang Xi's heart moved and felt a large number of people approaching quickly. He immediately restrained his true power and looked down at a higher direction.
Dozens of light were quickly heading towards the place where he had just come out. Liang Xi met Taoist Qingmu, Taoist Qingyun, Lin Haitian and others among these cultivators. The rest were famous figures from various sects and sects.
"Is they going to the temple ruins?" Liang Xi turned his head and looked at it, too lazy to care about these people. He had more important things to do.
At the same time, in another plane, a disaster of a tsunami storm that had just ended.
Looking around, the range of eyes is full of cold ice, and the crystal clearness makes people almost unable to open their eyes.
Wu Yinyun lay on the ground with blood all over his body, his chest kept undulating, and blood was still gushing out of the wounds on his body. The panting sounds showed that he was in great pain now.
On both sides of his side, two expressionless Shura people were looking down at him.
"How come it is like this? Where is the King of Ghosts?" The golden-haired Shura tribe among them suddenly asked.