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Chapter 1184 Can be revived, right?
"what happened!"

Shen Qiong was still wearing his sunflower beach shorts, which did not match the usual image of the cold emperor, but at this moment, everyone felt the coercion from Shen Qiong, which was much stronger than when wearing formal clothes. Also intimidating.

Its sound was like thunder, exploding in the ears of the gods.

Listen carefully, you can hear Shenqiong's voice trembling.

Ever since he stepped into this mortal world, he felt as if every inch of land carried a hint of commanding breath.He is one of the few people who knows that Si Ming is the tree of life. This feeling is like falling leaves returning to their roots, and all the essence of a body returning to dust, which is not good.

The audience was silent, and I don't know whether it was a lot of emotion from Si Ming Xingjun's disappearance or because he was too frightened by Shen Qiong's aura to dare to speak.

His voice was loud enough to wake up Ji Yan who was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself.

Ji Yan slowly raised his head, looked for the sound, and his eyes fell on the tall and straight Shenqiong, and then saw Bai Qiqi behind him wearing the same sunflower beach suspender dress, originally as bleak as dead gray The dull eyes regained a little brilliance.

"Goddess Qiqi... Please, resurrect my master, okay?" Twirling her dry lips, her voice was extremely hoarse as if there was blood in her throat.

Ji Yan raised his head, feeling weak, pitiful and helpless like never before.

Every word he said was like a needle, piercing his heart with pain.

Bai Qiqi's pupils tightened.

Resurrection... What does it mean?
Could it be that Si Ming died? !

Without waiting for Qi Qi to ask carefully, Shen Qiong rushed up, grabbed Ji Yan who was still a little dazed by the collar, and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with your master."

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and at some point, the whites of his eyes were covered with ferocious red blood.

In the cool breeze and sparse leaves, Ji Yan rolled his Adam's apple obscurely, and tried to use the most stable tone to explain the general process of the matter.

His language is simple and pale.However, before Shenqiong's eyes, there seemed to be a picture of Si Ming Xingjun dissipating bit by bit.

The two pairs of fists were clenched tightly, and the sharp nails dug into the flesh of the palm.

He never thought that Si Ming would have a day when his soul would fly away.His body is the tree of life. Although he is not an immortal god born from the chaos, he is the only one in the Three Realms.It is also a black and yellow body, if the fight is eight times more serious, Shen Qiong thinks that even he will have to spend a lot of energy.

Such a strong Si Ming died just like this, and died under the sneak attack very aggrieved, without even a chance to show his might.

If this were a world of novels, Shen Qiong would definitely wonder if the author of this book can't write fighting scenes, but the plot needs Si Ming to fall, so he let Si Ming Xingjun die so casually.

After explaining the situation, Ji Yan cast his hopeful eyes on Bai Qiqi again: "Goddess Qiqi, aren't you a wordless book? You have a way to revive him, right?"

As soon as the words fell, even Shen Qiong couldn't help looking at Bai Qiqi.

That's right, she is a wordless scripture, so she should be able to revive Si Ming, right?
In the Three Realms, it is not without precedent that souls scattered and then reunited.

Ao Bing, the third son of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, was beaten to death by Nezha and had his dragon tendons pulled out.

(End of this chapter)