Chapter 1109 Xianxia Is a Bit Salty (23)

The bottom of Xia Ling's eyes was faintly red, and her long hair was blown automatically, like thousands of long arrows rushing towards Xuanlin.

stab poof.

The long hair plunged into the flesh and passed straight through.

Xuan Lin held the three-pointed double-edged knife, Xuan Lin opened his third eye, and quietly raised his hand.

He wiped the blood from his lips.

"Good Xiaxia, now, are you happier?"

Thin lips were pale, and an almost nihilistic smile emerged.

He just couldn't figure out why, when she was full of resentment towards her for treating him like this, he would miss her prescription and look for those extinct elixir everywhere for her.

Xuan Lin stared at the woman.

He looked at her confused face.

She finally showed the same look as him, so, does she not hate him that much?

"If you're happy, can you give me a hug?"

"It's all right. Cough."

A mouthful of blood poured out from the broken dantian, and died, and died again.

Even if it was a former god, the second time the primordial spirit is shattered, it is equivalent to completely dissipating in the world, right?

Xuan Lin was stubborn and looked at Xia Ling longingly. He raised his hand and wiped off the blood on his lips again.

"Xia Xia...you..."

The long black hair pierced Xuan Lin's body.

The woman who couldn't see clearly stood there, she didn't move.

She watched Xuan Lin smile and watched Xuan Lin fall down.

He wanted her to hug him, but she didn't move an inch.

She looked at the long black hair, as if it was being scorched by something, a golden flame suddenly rose.

Golden flames spread across Xuan Lin's body.

A golden flame burned down Xia Ling's body along the long hair.

Inch by inch, burn all the demon bones.

That long hair turned into nothing, and an intoxicating smell came from the flames on Xuan Lin's body.

Xia Ling lowered his body and gently stroked Xuanlin's cheek.

His body was cold, and her hand rested lightly on his forehead.

A touch of coolness came from his forehead, and she sucked it into her hand and held it.

In the next moment, the thunderous catastrophe between heaven and earth arrived as scheduled.

Of the two monks at the Mahayana stage, one of them was already dead, and Thunder Tribulation retreated with a bang.

Then, nine hundred and eleven golden thunders struck, like the end of the world.

Xia Ling hugged Xuan Lin and got up.

The gray robe on his body was soaked with blood, his closed eyelids were pale, and his lashes were slender with a deep shadow.

Xia Ling lowered her head and kissed Xuan Lin.

His thin lips were cold, but the touch of Yuan Ling in Xia Ling's hand was hot.

When the first thunder fell, everything was terrified, Xia Ling supported Xuan Lin's body, and watched his body turn into flying ash under the thunder.

Xia Ling condensed the fly ash and put Yuan Ling'an in it.

When the fly ash condensed into eyes, a crimson elixir appeared in front of Xia Ling's eyes.

Xia Ling fell silent.

Su Sheng Dan?

Is Xuan Lin crazy? Didn't he just want to kill the demons from the beginning?

He helped her refine the elixir, he... even if he didn't know the past grievances, from the bottom of his heart, he never really hated her, did he?

Bang, another thunder fell.

Xia Ling didn't use anything to block it. Before Tianlei, she took the Susheng Pill and just took it.

A hot current gushed out from the dantian, and the whole body was warm.

The demon bone is long gone.

Xuanlin's Yuan Ling burned, helping her shed her demon bones and protecting her dantian.

When the flame was burning on his body, it was more like the arms of a man, surrounding her and embracing her.

He used his last life to protect her.