Chapter 615:

Whether Rong Xian is poisonous or not, Heiwu does not know.
When Rong Xian wiped his hands and threw the parchment on the ground, the sleeves of the same boat outside the thunder column flung, and a golden token passed through the thunder column without any obstruction and hit the black mist directly.
The black mist screamed suddenly, as if sucked by the gold medal, turned into a vortex and flew into the gold medal uncontrollably.
"King Emperor stop, how dare you?" Heiwu shouted in panic, and was collected into the gold medal the next moment.
Heiwu: "..." This rude remark was a bit impulsive.
Rong Xian pretended to say: "It seems that I still dare."
Overhead, the gold medal completed the task, and meekly flew to Rong Xian and stopped.
Rong Xian reached out to catch the gold medal, and his fingertips rubbed gently on the gold medal. After feeling the inconspicuous vibration of the gold medal machine, Rong Xian laughed softly.
She threw the gold medal out of nowhere, and the gold medal turned into a streamer and fell into the hands of Tongzhou.
The black mist was taken away, and Rong Xian looked down at Rong Yang lying on the ground, with inexplicable feelings flowing in her eyes.
She glanced around her thunder column, and suddenly reached out and patted her chest, and her subjective consciousness was directly separated.
The main soul of Rong Xian looked back at the slightest consciousness in control of his body, his eyes were as deep as a cold pond, as if he were seeing deep inside his body.
"You help me to control my body with this consciousness. If necessary, you can discard the memories in your consciousness, but you must keep the consciousness itself from dissipating." Silent words came into my mind.
Inside the consciousness covered by the giant face, on the lotus platform rolled up by the shocking waves, beneath the coagulated figure of consciousness, an invisible force spread faintly.
"Zoo, don't worry, Dad won't let you down."
After receiving the voice from Cangtian, the main soul of Rong Xian retracted his gaze.
She only took two steps forward and squatted beside Rong Yang.
Looking at this pale, silent face, Rong Xian's main soul closed his eyes heavily.
It's still too weak. If she can be stronger, she can rescue Yanger directly, and he won't have to bear the pain.
She reached out her hand, and seemed to want to touch the child's cold face, but her hand passed directly through Rong Yang's face.
She held her hand in the air, and a sorrow of sadness haunted her.
The main soul of Rong Xian: "..."
Rong Xian's main soul looked down slightly, and the long eyelashes masked the layers of waves rising from the bottom of the eye.
It was just an instant effort, and the loneliness of her whole body, Xiao Se, was swept away, as if she had never existed before.
Rong Xian, her terrible reason, will never allow her to run out of control.
She must have absolute control over herself. What is beyond her control must not be allowed to exist.
When she looked at the children on the ground again, the shallow worries of the eyebrows no longer belonged to the mother's unique worries, but the doctor's worries about the patients.
She will be able to shake her feelings, and all of them will be eliminated in an instant.
"Yanger, you'll be fine." Rong Xian's main soul smiled softly.
Her voice fell, and it turned into a beam of light bursting out of the thunder column, disappearing into the sky.
At the same time, the surrounding thunder pillars flickered and disappeared.
The next moment, Yu Guogong and others all came together.
Zong Zheng saw Rong Yang on the ground at first glance. Based on his eyes and cultivation, naturally he saw that Rong Yang had no breath at first glance.
He trembled in his heart, turned to look at Rong Xian who was quietly standing not far away, and for the first time asked without ceremonial manners, "Your Majesty, what happened to the second prince?"
Rong Xian's breath is weaker than before, and it also converges and is cleaner. It seems like an ordinary people. There is no threat at all.
She seriously answered, "Asleep."
Zong Zheng froze for a moment, but when he came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
The second prince apparently had no signs of life, and His Majesty opened his eyes and talked nonsense.
Zong Zheng heartache wants to go up and pick up the second prince, but may wish Rong Xian suddenly reached out his hand, a palm of black Xuanhuang orb exudes vitality suspended in the air.
Where he hadn't seen it, a small spirit in the orb was falling asleep.
The black power that was deeply rooted in his soul was being pulled away a little bit.
Every time she pulled away, Rong Xian's face paled, and the giant face in the sea of ​​consciousness became even more angry.
"Emperor, do you want to save your son? Delusion! Let him be buried with that part of the deity."
He opened his mouth and roared, and a mysterious power was conveyed from his mouth.
At this moment, Rong Xian clearly felt that the same breath coming from somewhere outside the sky came into the giant face, and the giant face was more than twice as powerful as before.
The chain over the consciousness was broken into pieces, turning into pure power and swallowed by the giant face.
With more memory devoured, the giant face turned into a human shape at a seemingly slow but rapid speed, and the appearance also changed from appearance to clarity, just like Rong Xian, but it looked more dangerous and powerful.
It was like Rong Xian's unconvergent and aggressive feeling when he was a demon.
With the formation of the giant face, Rong Xian's figure will gradually drift away, and occasionally he can't keep the human shape and becomes transparent.
"Emperor, you will soon become your deity." The man's tone was arrogant and proud.
Rong Xian was standing on the lotus platform, her figure appeared and disappeared, and her voice fluttered, "If you can live like a cricket, you are willing to give your body to you. After all, it would be nothing to live with you It ’s different. "
The man's face changed so much that he felt as if he had swallowed a fly.
"Emperor, don't dare to kill you directly." The man said darkly.
To be honest, using Rong Xian's face to make this expression, Rong Xian has the feeling of watching a comedy.
The corners of her mouth were cocked, and she bluntly said, "You wouldn't dare to kill you. You would rather swallow your soul in this way, and you would be one with you, and you would not dare to do it directly. You are afraid of being transported by the National Games. Killing, afraid of being discovered by the heaven and earth industry, afraid of being caught by heaven. "
After a pause, she looked at the man's distorted expression, and was very relieved: "Since you don't dare to kill me, why should you have to talk hard? Is this the legendary # 口 疑 体 直 #?"
That person: "..."
The man exploded directly, and he smiled angrily: "Rong Ya, despite the power of your tongue, it is the deity's last tolerance for your dying person."
Rong Xian pulled his sleeves to cover his face and did not speak.
The man: "... talk."
Rong Xian sighed softly, resemblingly said: "I just can't touch myself. I didn't expect that you still have a Buddha heart."
The man's face instantly turned black like the bottom of a pot, with rage: "Less than the deity, the bald donkeys of Elysium."
Rong Xian blinked and seemed very puzzled.
It seems that this man still has grudges with the monks.