Immortal Voices

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A thick aura of death enveloped the Zhongqian Realm, and the number of dead was still increasing rapidly.

The monk who was supposed to be determined began to waver in this strange and tempting environment.

Despair enveloped the world, and the leaders of many forces also felt powerless in their hearts.

If you want to deal with those ghost cultivators who confuse people's hearts, you must first deal with Pluto.

But Pluto is protected by ghost cultivators. If they deal with the ghost cultivators first, they will not be able to do it at all, and even their subordinates will not obey orders.

After all, there are too many familiar old friends among those ghost cultivators.

Things have reached a deadlock, and the leaders of their forces rarely feel helpless.

They were helpless and they couldn't just waste it.

Seeing the monks suffering heavy casualties, they were so heartbroken that they bled.

"Pluto, make your request." Emperor Zhou had an astonishing aura around him and his expression was extremely cold.

Rong Xian sat back on the throne, rubbing the armrests of the throne from time to time. She smiled slightly, as bright as a summer flower: "Wouldn't it be great if you were so sensible earlier."

She said slowly: "The materials and manpower needed to establish the Hades Dynasty can be generously donated by everyone."

Emperor Xia said solemnly: "Yes."

"It is forbidden for monks to arrest my subordinates privately."

Jie Ang flipped the rosary: ​​"Yes."

"Ghost cultivators and monks are allowed to live together."

This time everyone thought for a lot longer. Xuan Xuzi closed his eyes and said, "Yes."

He knew the meaning of this condition. Once life and death were no longer clear, no longer separated by yin and yang, no longer never seen again, the impact on the human world would definitely be great.

But Pluto won't care, she is only responsible for making conditions, and they will be needed to clean up the mess.

"The northern Xinjiang continent belongs to my private fiefdom."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the leaders of the major forces in the northern Xinjiang continent suddenly changed, especially those of Emperor Xia, Emperor Zhao, Xi Jinping, Xuan Xuzi and others.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, Rong Xian broke the dead silence with a chuckle. She slowly adjusted the non-existent wrinkles on the dragon robe and said lightly: "I think you have the right to refuse."

"Compared to the entire Zhongqian Realm, the Northern Xinjiang Continent is only a quarter of it. Smart people know how to make a choice, right?" Rong Xian said lightly.

She said it very easily, but it made everyone look ugly.

They were truly threatened. If Hades really ignored him and allowed the monks to exterminate themselves, they would not have much power left.

How could the few remaining people be able to fight against the increasingly large army of ghost cultivators?

To appease Hades, they had to back down.

The sword mark flashed between Yun Jiu's brows, and every word that came out of his mouth was as sharp as a sword: "Yes. But this is the last condition. If you are not greedy enough, we will not mind the death of the fish and the net."

Rong Xian's eyes glowed with a faint light, the aura of controlling everything rose up in her body, and an invisible power spread.

Yun Jiu's handsome face was as smooth as the cold pool on Tianshan Mountain. After the two looked at each other for a long time, Rong Xian lowered her eyes.

As she opened and closed her eyes, the phantom of heaven flashed past, and sword energy spread across the sky and the earth.

In the northern Xinjiang continental forces, young men wear white robes, which are as white as snow, giving people a cold but good-looking feeling.

He is extraordinary in elegance, and his demeanor is as pure and extraordinary as the unattainable clouds above the mountains.

Feeling the sword energy, Qing* suddenly raised his head.

His gaze fell on Rong Xian, her expression as silent as snow, but her eyes were clear and burning.

found it.

Qing* put away the dagger with 'Desolation' engraved on his sleeve without any trace, and his eyes only saw Pluto sitting high above the Yin Qi.

The sword energy on Pluto's body is very familiar, as if it comes from the same source as him, and the child who is connected by his blood has a close relationship with Pluto.

After watching for a while, he waited for Pluto's attention, but he could sense the shocking sword energy on Pluto's body.

His hand holding the sword tightened, fighting spirit rising in his heart.

He turned a blind eye to the ghostly shadows behind him, even if these shadows were the people he was most familiar with.

But there was no wavering on his face, as if his feelings for those people disappeared with their death.

Even if these dead souls were the remnants of people he once cared about, he was indifferent.

After obtaining the title of Daotai Emperor, his only goal in life was the sword.

Qing* seemed to have thought of something, and her eyebrows softened slightly.

No, not just swords.

There are also those people in the northern Xinjiang continent who are friendly to him, always trust him, and are protected by him.

They treated him with kindness, and he kept them safe.

The biggest obstacle now is Pluto.

As if aware of Qing*'s gaze, Rong Xian turned her head inadvertently, raised her eyes and looked at the man in a snow-white robe.

Rong Xian looked motionless and felt a little surprised.

This is...Sword Emperor?

Immediately, her bored mood turned into excitement. Unexpectedly, although the Sword Emperor five thousand years ago was a little greener, he was still extremely handsome and had a rare temperament.

No wonder Zao Tian is jealous.

Rong Xian can recognize the Sword Emperor, but the Sword Emperor does not recognize Rong Xian, or in other words, he recognizes that Rong Xian's bloodline is consistent with his.

Now Rong Xian is only in a spiritual state, and her body is still slowly repairing in the future one * five thousand *.

But this does not hinder Rong Xian's joy.

The Sword Emperor had fallen so many times, and every time she looked at Rong Hao's face that looked anything like the Sword Emperor's, she felt pity in her heart.

The child was disabled, and the Sword Emperor had not inherited any of his unparalleled splendor.

Rong Xian was satisfied to see the Sword Emperor again.

To a certain extent, this is her father and her teacher.

She waved her hand, and the Sword Emperor was held up by a ray of Yin energy and landed in front of Rong Xian in full view of everyone.

Rong Xian stood up from the throne, her expression gentle, courteous, and calm. She slowly called: "Sword Emperor."

The Sword Emperor looked at Rong Xian with a deep look, and his voice was as cold as the ring that was struck by the water in the cold pool on Tianshan Mountain. It was sweet but cold to the heart: "Pluto."

After the two looked at each other for a moment, they said in unison: "Let's fight."

After the words fell, two similar but different sword energies soared into the sky.

The sword energy was cold, sharp, and murderous, rendering the entire space into a world of swords.

The sword energy of the two people is intertwined and confronting each other, and they will never look back if they move forward, either life or death.

The sword cultivator stepped back and said, "Just take a dim view of life and death, and do it if you don't accept it".

As the two of them fought, the suicidal tendency of the monks below was gradually decreasing, and the expressions of the leaders of many forces gradually became a little joyful.

The sword mark between Yun Jiu's brows standing next to Xuan Xuzi became more and more shocking, and the sword energy vortex between his eyes rotated faster, making people immersed in it inadvertently and lost their senses.

Although he was tempted to go up and fight together, he restrained himself. Now was not the right time.

However, his good friend Xuan Xuzi didn't trust him. Xuan Xuzi noticed the boiling sword energy around Yun Jiu. He looked shocked and had a complex look on his face. His eyes revealed a look of "Why do you want to make trouble and want to deliver food to Pluto?" .

So in a rage, Xuan Xuzi used a formation to temporarily trap Yun Jiu.

And the impulsive cloud nine: "..."