My Spiritual Power of Cultivating Immortals Is the Power Source of the Mecha

The dark spear penetrated Ma Lu's body. It was her spear. Guan Xiaodao roared helplessly. Things shouldn't be like this. He has been reborn? Why can't he protect her? She died for him in the last life. Why is it still like this in this life? Guan Xiaodao's red eyes, blood and tears fell down the corners of his eyes. The next moment, the white-armored boy's face was filled with disdain. No matter how hard we try, humans will never be able to turn around. Even if you are a reborn person, I will crush your hope again. Guan Xiaodao's jet-black mecha hit the white-armored boy like a meteor. The jet-black long sword penetrated Guan Xiaodao's chest. Is he dead now? Guan Xiaodao looked at Ma Lu's body. Fortunately, I can still accompany you! The next moment, Guan Xiaodao suddenly woke up. The loud sound of reading and Ma Lu's blooming smile were so beautiful. A voice came from Guan Xiaodao's ear: "I hope you can do it in this life!" Guan Xiaodao was horrified...