The Villain of Fast Transmigration Youxi

Hearing this voice, Song Yi suddenly raised his head to look at the source of the sound, with disbelief flashing in his eyes, he hadn't heard this voice for so many years, he thought he would never hear it again, but he didn't want to see it today Hearing this here, Song Yi was a little lost for this reason.

Standing not far away was a man with a long body, with ancient patterns embroidered on the moon white robe, wearing a cool and cool look on his body, he looked very good, Yu Zhilan tree, just stood there motionless They all looked eclipsed, not to mention the smile on that person's lips.

Huai Yi.

Huai Yi.

Song Yi only felt sore in his chest, he really wanted to cry, but he knew that his Huai Yi didn't like the way he cried, so he held back, and he approached step by step, don't worry too much about that cautious gesture up.

He stretched out his hand to touch, the man had a smile on his lips and gentle eyes, Song Yi, who should be very happy, cried like a child.

Song Yi cried for a long time before he met the man's gaze. There was resentment and hatred in his gaze, and he murmured to himself: "How good would it be if you were still alive?"

But what is in front of me is fake after all.

A sword suddenly appeared in Song Yi's hand. He closed his eyes, waved the sword in his hand, and swung it towards the figure in front of him. The man disappeared like a cloud of smoke under the touch of the sword. Song Yi The man's voice still rang in his ears: "Ayi..."

The illusion in front of him suddenly disappeared, Song Yi opened his eyes and looked at the graves, and couldn't help but smile coldly. He had been pretending for a long time, and all the monsters thought he was easy to bully.

Song Yi glanced at Ling Jiuyou's figure, but he didn't see it. Presumably, he also entered the illusion, and he didn't know what he would see. When he was thinking this way, Song Yi saw Ling Jiuyou not far from him. , Ling Jiuyou's figure gradually appeared.

Before Song Yi's face could relax, he saw Ling Jiuyou's body fall forward, almost subconsciously, Song Yi flashed up to Ling Jiuyou, and pulled him into his arms.

At this time, Song Yi saw Ling Jiuyou's face turned pale, with blood stains on his lips. To be honest, Song Yi never thought of such a scene of embarrassment. He didn't think this illusion could hurt a person, but he forgot Yes, some people with this kind of obsession are not like him.

Ling Jiuyou was just a cold and heartless person who had no desires at all, but this illusion made him fall into it, and almost fell into it.

Only because a person like Song Yi came out of that illusion, but this person in Ling Jiuyou's illusion only had a silhouette, and he couldn't see what he looked like at all, but he couldn't hear the affectionate calls. What the hell was that man talking about? Just hearing that voice made him feel possessed, as if it was the most important person in his life calling him to the past.

Ling Jiuyou never thought that such a person appeared in his life, but he was born in an illusion. He couldn't even see what that person looked like, but he just wanted to get closer, step by step, and sink forward.

Even though his sanity is still there, even though he knows that this is an illusion, even if he moves forward, he will fall into the trap, but Ling Jiuyou's heart is agitated. He wants to see who this person is, why does it make his soul tremble?

But it was an extravagant hope. Just when he was about to get close to the person, the person's voice became shrill and mournful, and the illusion changed in this one. He seemed to hear the person crying, as if saying "Why are you willing to give up?" Leave me" was that kind of voice, which made Ling Jiuyou's heart ache, as if it was being torn apart.

The shattering of the illusion was not caused by Ling Jiuyou, but it was counterattacked. He was only in the late stage of the remaining period, and his cultivation base in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage could not bear the counterattack. The blood in his body surged, even if Ling Jiuyou desperately Suppress it, but the blood flowed out of his mouth like a naughty child disobedient.

Song Yi looked at Ling Jiuyou in his arms, and then at the Holy Soul Tomb, which looked like a mass burial mound. He didn't know what was flashing in his eyes, but Song Yi's expression was very scary, which made people see someone Fear.

Since this place will harm people, it would be fine to destroy it.

Song Yi's eyes were smudged with black, as if a demon king came to the world in person, his whole body was full of hostility, the Holy Soul Tomb began to be uneasy, and those remnant souls left here were gradually absorbed by Song Yi, the black and white blended , forming an unspeakable scene.

[Host, what are you doing?stop now! 】There was a hint of fear in Zhou Yi's voice. It thought that the person he bound was just an ordinary person, but it didn't expect that this is an ordinary person?This is simply a big boss hidden among ordinary people!

How could Song Yi care about Monday at this time?

The tomb of the holy soul was only in turmoil for about a quarter of an hour, and it seemed that the shackles were broken. At this moment, the awe-inspiring tomb of the holy soul seemed to be like a mirror shattered, and the stars were broken. If you listen carefully , seemed to be able to hear those remnant souls roaring unwillingly, but in the end it turned into calm, as if it had never appeared before.

The disciples of Fengya Academy tore up the tomb and sent it back to Fengya Academy when the Tomb of the Holy Soul was in turmoil. They had no idea that the Tomb of the Holy Soul was shattered shortly after they left, and there is no more Tomb of the Holy Soul in this world. There is only one daunting mass grave, which is already full of bones.

Song Yi hugged Ling Jiuyou, but he had already come to a place surrounded by green shade. This place is full of vitality, which is in stark contrast to the place that looks like a mass grave.

Looking at Ling Jiuyou on the ground, Song Yi narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Ling Jiuyou's face. The dark and charming eyes had regained their calmness. After looking at them for a long time, he raised his hand and said goodbye. One hand turned into a dagger and slashed fiercely at the palm of the raised hand, blood suddenly sprang out desperately and dripped on Ling Jiuyou's body.

Song Yi frowned, and finally drew a complex pattern on Ling Jiuyou's body.

"Using my blood, my soul as a guide, and the spirit of heaven and earth as a medium, I will continue your life for you, and the contract will be completed."

Following Song Yi's words, those complicated lines formed a formation, and the formation fell with the word Qicheng, and all the surrounding aura poured into Ling Jiuyou's body, and Song Yi followed His face was pale, and the three thousand strands of hair turned into snow-white inch by inch.

And Zhou Yi in the system space was stunned with shock. It was in the shape of a cute white mink, but at the moment it was scratching its head and ears, and kept muttering: "It's over, it's over, it's dead, how did it become like this? , how should I report to the master?"

Zhou Yi went crazy for a while, its eyes lit up, the owner is sleeping now, and the host has not experienced the two periods of time, it can completely erase the host's memory, and put the host back into the next world, in this case, As long as he erases the record, the master will not find out that it made a mistake.