"The power of earth can overturn heaven and earth!"
"The power of fire, flames raging across the heavens!"
"The power of water, white waves surge to the heavens!"
"The power of wood brings spring warmth and blooming flowers!"
"The power of gold has seen the light of day once more!"
Rumble!!
Amidst the flashing swords and thunderous roars, the nine fragments shattered one after another.
Accompanied by uplifting music, dazzling light dispelled the darkness, and sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, shining down on the earth.
Shi Kong was thrown fifty meters by the impact. He bravely got up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ahem! As long as you live long enough, you can always finish eating the melon."
"This is the power of pure essence."
"Has anyone replied to me?"
"Lin Xi, you're not dead, are you?"
I called out for a minute, but no one responded.
Shi Kong suddenly had a bad feeling that the largest fragment was in Lin Xi's soul.
That sword strike was extremely powerful, equivalent to slashing one's own soul.
Is this guy dead?
As he coughed up blood, Shi Kong shouted, "I was slapped by Dracula and then thrown out like a grenade by you. I coughed up blood ten times and I still didn't die."
"Lin Xi, are you dead?"
"Make a sound if you're not dead, and make a sound if you are."
It's so noisy!
Lin Xi was too weak to curse; her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bloodless.
Even the slightest movement of a finger sends excruciating pain through every nerve.
When the fragment disappeared, many cracks appeared in her soul, densely packed like a spider web.
It hurts! It hurts!!
Having lived for twenty years, Lin Xi had never shed a tear.
At that moment, she really wanted to cry.
Ouch!
The pain made me want to travel back three thousand years and give Lingxi a good whack on the head. Saving the world doesn't have to involve sacrificing yourself; there are always other ways.
"Cough cough..."
Lin Xi coughed a few times, her vision gradually blurring.
She seemed to see Lingxi.
Clad in white, whiter than snow, with eyes like cold stars.
Lingxi smiled and reached out her hand, "Come with me."
"The pain will subside once you walk away."
"Come with me..."
In a daze, Lin Xi reached out her hand, and her fingertips touched not a cold palm, but a warm face.
It wasn't Lingxi; it was Fu Jingyao.
Her husband, the person she loves most.
"Xixi, don't be afraid, it won't hurt anymore."
Her lips were covered with a warm, moist sensation, and a thick purple aura flowed through her body, rapidly healing her soul.
He's right, it really doesn't hurt anymore.
Lin Xi opened her eyes with difficulty, and that familiar face was right in front of her.
Their lips touched, and they embraced tightly.
She saw Fu Jingyao's memories.
He searched for her frantically, overcoming countless hardships to become the Emperor of Fengdu, enduring each day and night in solitude...
From the days three thousand years ago when the soul was scattered and death was certain at the age of twenty, to the present day when the soul is shattered.
He has always protected her and rewrote her destiny.
Lin Xi's heart trembled violently. She pushed Fu Jingyao away forcefully, and a tear slid down her cheek.
It doesn't hurt anymore, stop!
Please, stop!
Fu Jingyao hugged her tightly, kissed her slightly cool eyes, and looked at her with tenderness and affection.
"One last kiss, and we're even..."
"...Xixi...I love you...I love you so much..."
"Be good...wait for me to come home."
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