Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

With Lu Luo's departure, the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder gradually ceased, the rain ceased and the wind ceased, the clouds were parted by the scorching sun, and the golden light shone on the earth, illuminating the tragic battlefield where they had fought.

The surviving people saw the corpses of their comrades-in-arms and saw the devastation, and couldn't help crying.

Soon, there were cries on the battlefield, and even the sunlight was dimmed by the mourning.

Jiang Xiaozhou lay on Xiao Huanghe's body, feeling the warmth of the sun shining on his body, and the cries around him echoed in his almost unconscious mind.

A dying person knows that he is dying.

The same is true for Jiang Xiaozhou. He feels that his vitality is gradually being cut off. This feeling is like turning into a balloon and flying into the air without any involvement.

His body was unprecedentedly light.

Many thoughts also drifted away with the wind.

"Hey, he is going to die!" The Seed of the Seven Treasures in the Sea of ​​Consciousness said anxiously: "System, what should I do!"

The feeling of the seven treasures is particularly obvious. The big trees in the sea of ​​consciousness are withering, the flowers and plants are withering, and the cautious power that maintains the sea of ​​consciousness is disappearing, which shows that Jiang Xiaozhou is really going to die.

It can't do anything about it, Lingjun has left long ago, it can only turn to the system for help.

In its heart, the system is the most powerful and mysterious.

The system said flatly: "I will not interfere with the life and death of the host."

The Seed of the Seven Treasures asked incredulously: "Don't you care?!"

System: "Yes."

The Seed of the Seven Treasures was furious. It kicked the Book of the World bitterly, then flew out, buried itself in the ground, and tried to grow a small tree.

The young tree withered as soon as it sprouted buds.

"Don't be like this..." The Seed of the Seven Treasures cried and said, "Don't die...Jiang Xiaozhou...I worked so hard to make you grow up...don't die..."

Its tears fell into the soil, making the flowers and plants green, but this was only temporary, far less than the speed at which they decayed.

The system watched it quietly.

"Jiang Xiaozhou's strength has grown so fast because of you," the system said.

The seed of the Seven Treasures was sobbing, it was full of despair, and it didn't want to pay attention to the ruthless system.

As the Seed of the Seven Treasures, it will of course provide power to the host, not only for the improvement of cultivation. For example, Jiang Xiaozhou began to comprehend how to create something out of nothing, after the Seed of the Seven Treasures came in.Moreover, Jiang Xiaozhou's strength growth rate is actually far lower than the limit he should reach.

Otherwise, Jiang Xiaozhou should have ascended today, not Luluo.

Wen Ren Wu Qi will definitely not be Jiang Xiaozhou's opponent.

The system said, "Are you really doing this for Jiang Xiaozhou?"

The Seed of the Seven Treasures raised its head, it wanted to observe the expression of the system, but the system was everywhere, but it didn't exist.

In the end, the Seed of the Seven Treasures could only say to the Book of the World: "Why do you say that?"

The system did not answer.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, only the sad cries of the seeds of the seven treasures remained.

Qi Qi Ai Ai's crying echoed in Jiang Xiaozhou's ears, he waved his hand feebly, and murmured: "Stop making noise..." He could no longer distinguish what happened in the sea of ​​consciousness from reality.

However, his hand was firmly grasped.

"Jiang Xiaozhou!"

"Jiang Xiaozhou!!"

The immature voice echoed in his ears, full of hoarse fear.

"Wake up, Jiang Xiaozhou!"

Jiang Xiaozhou opened his eyes and saw a red-haired child, he was wearing a fiery red dress, like the feathers of a phoenix, even though he was very young, he could still see the amazingly beautiful and sharp facial features, and he could imagine the future What a peerless man he would be.

"Where is Baili... This child looks like you, come and have a look..."

The child squeezed his hand, and Jiang Xiaozhou felt that the other's palm was very hot and sweaty, and his heart was beating violently, he could almost hear it.

"I am Bailifeng!" said the child, injecting spiritual power into his body.

"Hahaha, you were so beautiful when you were young." Jiang Xiaozhou said with a smile.

Bailifeng looked at him with burning eyes, tears kept streaming down his face.

"You lost consciousness just now..." He said with a trembling voice, "We'll go back to Daozong right away, hold on..."

"Really?" Jiang Xiaozhou thought about it for a while, and he said, "Maybe I was too tired, so I slept for a while."

"Yeah." Bailifeng stared at him.

Jiang Xiaozhou also stared at him.

"You look really good..." Jiang Xiaozhou said softly, "I should have seen more before."

Bailifeng: "Then take your time and look at it later."

Jiang Xiaozhou smiled softly: "I always feel sorry for you..."

"No."

"Dao Daozong has so many things, I will leave it to you casually, you must be very tired."

"I would."

"You are still doing so well, without me, you will definitely be able to continue to do well..."

"No..." Bailifeng tensed his body, as if he was fighting something, but he didn't know who his enemy was: "Without you, I can't do anything."

"You are Bailifeng."

Hot tears flowed continuously from his eyes, hitting Jiang Xiaozhou's body, and smearing in the blood all over his body.

Jiang Xiaozhou was silent for a while: "I want to ask you something..."

"What's the matter, let's talk about it when we go back to Daozong, Chun Geng can save you."

Jiang Xiaozhou shook his head: "Find Xiaoyue and help him...he must be in pain now."

Bailifeng's voice trembled uncontrollably: "Let's go find Xiaoyue together."

Jiang Xiaozhou stretched out his hand, and fell powerlessly in mid-air, only to be held tightly by Bailifeng.

"Isn't it..."

"Xiaozhou, Xiaozhou." Bailifeng's eyes were full of tears, and she could only vaguely see Jiang Xiaozhou's face: "Can you live for me too? I like you, no, I love you, from very early on Started before..."

He couldn't continue talking because although Jiang Xiaozhou was still looking at him, his pupils were out of focus.

"Sorry, I was so selfish..."

"Thank you for always being by my side..."

It turns out that before dying, there are really only sorry and thank you to say.

Jiang Xiaozhou felt his body getting lighter and lighter. He seemed to be flying. In the distance was a light blue flower field. He landed on the clouds and gradually fell asleep.

"Small boat—"

"Small boat!"

"Little boat..."

Bailifeng crazily poured spiritual power into his body, Jiang Xiaozhou's body had no line of defense anymore, Bailifeng rushed to every corner of his body with spiritual power, and the spiritual power dissipated as if it had entered a funnel up in the air.

The more Bai Lifeng checked his body, the more painful it became.

In the case of serious injuries, Jiang Xiaozhou also protected everyone with sword energy, fought against Wenren for no time, protected Luluo, and insisted on surviving.

He has been persevering, and for the sake of those around him, he finally exhausted everything in himself.

He had exhausted his own life abruptly.

Bai Lifeng held his hand and continued to pour spiritual power into it.

impossible.

How could Jiang Xiaozhou die.

He has traveled a lot, encountered so many dangers, and survived them all.

How could he die.

Just because I haven't done enough...

Little Huang He turned his head and said in a crying voice, "Don't do this, you won't be able to bear it if you continue like this."

It carefully lowered its body and put Jiang Xiaozhou on its back.

Bailifeng stopped it: "What are you going to do?"

"Take him back to Taoism." Little Huang He cried and said, "He definitely, definitely wants to go back there...I want to take him back..."

"No, he's still alive." Bailifeng held it down: "Xiao Zhou..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the double-headed phoenix ran over quickly and bumped into his head hard.

Bai Lifeng's eyes went dark, and he leaned back. He fell to the ground, and the sun shone directly into his eyes.

What am I doing.

There's so much to do here, why can I just cry like a fool and lie to myself.

"Let's go back." Bai Lifeng said.

The double-headed phoenix dragged the poorly broken corpse and Zhou Qi's body. When dragging, the soul seed fell to the ground. It picked it up with its mouth, and the soul seed fell from the gap again.

The double-headed phoenix stared blankly at the pale soul-seed, and burst into tears.

Bai Lifeng came over, picked up the soul seed, and put it in his arms.

He patted the double-headed phoenix on the head and said, "It's all right, let's go."

When tragedy strikes, the calmest people often bear the greatest pain.

Bailifeng sat on little Huanghe, followed by little Huanghe and Shuangtoufeng were survivors in the battlefield, a huge and dull team, slowly marching towards Taoist sect.

This is not only a triumphant return team.

It is also a funeral procession thousands of miles away.

After they returned to Daoist Sect, what they saw was a group of black-armored monks attacking Daoist Sect. There were not many black-armored monks, but their strength was extremely strong. Fortunately, Yu Chaoyan and the others were also there, barely blocking the attack.

Just when Bailifeng ordered support, the black-armored monk suddenly stopped.

They didn't resist, they were captured without a fight, and the fighting quickly subsided.

One of them knelt down and said: "The main building ordered to stop all attacks on Dao Daozong." They knelt down neatly like irrational puppets.

This is naturally an order from Li Xiaoke, but the black-armored monks only obey the landlord, and they don't care who the landlord is.

So the army returned safely to Wendao Sect.

Wendao Zong's situation is not much better, after all, it has been swept away by the battle.Chun Geng came up to him with a tired face, and asked Bai Lifeng, "... Where is Master?"

Bailifeng got out of the way, and little Huanghe entered the conference hall, with Jiang Xiaozhou on his back like a sleeping boat.

Chun Geng's mind was buzzing, he couldn't hear anything, he walked to Jiang Xiaozhou's side, his legs went limp, and he sat down slumped.

No one understands the existence and death of life better than him.

"How could this happen..." He looked at Bailifeng, more confused than painful: "When he left, he was fine, and he said he was going to save the poor and broken branches..."

He turned his head and saw the corpse of Qiongzhezhi and Zhou Qi on the double-headed phoenix.

"Where's Jiang Jinyue?"

"He escaped." Bai Lifeng whispered.

Chun Geng was stunned for a while before realizing what had happened.

"Before, they were all fine." Chun Geng thought blankly. It was not long ago that they went to visit the lanterns together.

He stood up, took two staggering steps, then suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Wendaozong held a secret funeral for Jiang Xiaozhou.

Not many people participated, Li Hanxing, Suyan, Yu Chaoyan, Ebony Taoist, Li Xiaoke also came... Except for these people, there were only a few people from Daoist sect.

They took turns to bid farewell to Jiang Xiaozhou, and finally buried him in the place where flowers bloomed in the Spirit Valley of the back mountain.

Time doesn't care about anyone's grief and keeps passing.

Under Li Xiaoke's control, the Baiyu Twelfth Floor formed an alliance with Wendaozong. From then on, there was no force in Qianyuan Continent that could compete with Wendaozong.

Because of the death of Demon King Xi, the Demon Race never sent large-scale troops to the Qianyuan Continent.The Qianyuan Continent was able to cultivate health and well-being.

As a result, the Qianyuan Continent entered a period of peace for a long time.

It is known as "Qianyuan prosperous age" in history.

【End of this volume】

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