Lin Wan'er nestled in his arms. Yuan Futu looked at her faint smile, but his head was blank. His lips were trembling, "Come...someone...someone!!!"
At first the sound was like the sound of a mosquito, then it became louder and louder, mixed with endless grief, anger and sadness.
Wang Cannian rushed over and put his wrinkled fingers on Lin Wan'er's wrist, feeling the changes in her pulse. But when he noticed the pierced belly, he knew that doing anything else would be in vain.
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For practitioners, the Yuan Shen Sea hidden in the belly is the source of life, and it is more important than the heart. Lin Wan'er's life bead was originally broken and damaged. At this time, the Yuan Shen Sea was destroyed, and her whole body was full of vitality.
Time passed at an extremely fast speed, and no matter how clever the methods were, no matter how precious the elixirs were, they could not save her life.
Wang Cannian let go of his hand and let out a deep sigh.
"What's wrong...what are you waiting for? Please save Wan'er!" Yuan Futu looked at Wang Cannian's helpless and sad expression. He had obviously guessed something, but he couldn't believe it and was still roaring.
Wang Cannian lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Please forgive me, Elder."
"What sin do you forgive? If you don't save her, it's an unforgivable sin! I order you to get the best elixir immediately... She must not die... She can't die!" Yuan Futu's eyes that had been dry for so many years gradually became clear.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and then muddy, sticky tears flowed out.
Lin Wan'er was as angry as a silk thread, and it was obvious that she was already dead. She tried her best to concentrate on looking at Yuan Futu's face, and remained silent.
Yuan Futu felt only heart-breaking pain and said in a harsh voice: "Why are you so stupid? I was the one who deserved death..."
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 meet in the next life, I will remember..."
Every word she spoke was as if she was cutting Yuan Futu's heart with a tiny blade. As the saying goes, there is no greater grief than death. Yuan Futu was a man of great perseverance. His body had endured endless torment and pain before.
I have endured it, but now I feel it is difficult to support it, as if my soul is about to collapse.
"I won't let you die. I promised you that we will never be separated again after you come back, and I also promised to marry you, so you can't die and you have to live a good life for me!"
A stream of blood flowed from Lin Wan'er's lips, and she said in a trembling voice: "For so many years... I have been living for my family all the time... Only when I am with you... will I feel happy... and then I will let go of my shoulders.
The pressure on you... It's a pity that I can't be your wife... accompany you on your future journey... But I know... loving someone is not about possessing him... but about allowing him to live well...
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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 infatuatedly, trying her best to remember every feature on his face. What she feared most was that they would pass each other by each other in the next life.
I never remembered it.
But this short period of time only lasted two breaths. Lin Waner, who was too seriously injured, finally couldn't hold on anymore. Her head tilted to one side, her eyes wandered. In her blurry vision, she seemed to see someone from the Lin family calling.
I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart.
"Father, mother... Wan'er is here to see you..."
Yuan Futu felt that Lin Wan'er was no longer breathing, and her tear-stained face had stiffened. His whole body was trembling, as if he was suppressing the extreme pain deep in his heart.
Qin Rongxian came over and took Lin Wan'er's cold hand. Tears were streaming down her face, and she had already choked with tears.
Mei Ling'er turned her face away, unable to bear to look any further, but the corners of her eyes became moist.
Xiao Zhan said in a deep voice: "Remember the person from before again?"
Mei Ling'er was silent for a moment and said: "She is right. To love someone does not require possession. As long as that person can live peacefully in this world, that is enough."
The Tongtian Sword Tower was crumbling, and countless brick fragments fell down, raising a cloud of dust in the cold rain.
Jian Twelve's body sank into the sword tower, lying in a mess. He always held the Wang Sword in his hand, supporting his body and stood up. When he looked up again, he found that Qin Chuan had come quietly.
In front of him, he looked so arrogant.
"How do you want to die?!" Qin Chuan's cold tone seemed to be a bit angry because of what happened just now.
Before he could devour Yuan Futu, Jian Twelve no longer had any chips in his hand. He took two steps back and suddenly noticed the strong vitality flowing around him. He suddenly thought of something and started laughing wildly, "I won't die.
...Hahaha! This is the Tianxuan Sword Sect, where my twelve swords are, you can’t kill me! Tongtian Sword Formation!"
He is the Twelve Swordsman, so he naturally masters the secrets of the formations of the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect. For example, only the sect leader can inherit the Tongtian Sword Formation, and even Xiao Nan has difficulty in deciphering the mystery inside.
In an instant, thousands of sword spirits roared out from behind Jian Twelve, turning into extremely sharp elemental swords.
"sucker Punch!"
Qin Chuan snorted heavily, rolled up his sleeves, and a black dragon transformed into magic fire rose into the sky, instantly burning the oncoming sword spirit. The flames were so arrogant that they swallowed up half of the Sky-Bearing Sword Tower in an instant. The fire was still burning
is spreading.
Jian Twelve felt that the vitality of heaven and earth in the sword tower was rapidly dissipating. The magic circles imprinted on the surrounding areas were like withered flowers, becoming dilapidated and dim. The entire sword tower was crumbling and seemed to be destroyed soon.
At this moment, Jian Twelve was terrifyingly calm. He seemed to have a plan in mind. He pointed his sword like a sword, and the tower wall behind him was blasted away. Then he drove the king sword to the back mountain in an instant.
Qin Chuan turned around and followed closely.
"I said, Tianxuan Sword Sect is my place, you can't kill me!" Jian Twelve stopped and stood in the air above countless mountain peaks, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the rain kept soaking his clothes.
Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he noticed that the vitality of heaven and earth here seemed to be a little strange, but he couldn't explain why. He just opened the Regret God Realm, and he had nothing to fear anymore, unless the old monk of the Six Paths came in person.
Jian Twelve suddenly raised the King's Sword, and the golden light on the blood-red sword blade surged, turning into thousands of threads covering the world.
This is like a key, opening an ancient formation that has been silent for thousands of years.