"Emperor Thousand Evil !!"

Feng Wuxian shouted his name, and for a moment he wanted to rush over.

Crow Kill's face turned cold, and he didn't care much, so he grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her towards the outskirts of the mountain without saying a word!

Feng Wuxian struggled desperately: "Crow kill, I'm going to save him, I'm going to save him!!"

Crow Kill protected her under the black feather, and rushed out with her: "Innocent! calm down, look!"

Saw.

Beyond the mountains, a large contingent appeared.

Thousands of soul magicians dressed in black armor soul clothes came towards the end of the sky in unison.

The first is - Gong Qingshang!

Dressed in intricate and gorgeous costumes, Gong Qingshang led the Saint Gate to the border of the Heavenly End Mountain Range, and bowed respectfully to the ground—

The thousand soul magicians behind her also knelt on the ground one after another, and shouted in their mouths:

"The true God came into the world, forgave my sins, and rose from the dead, and lived for ever!"

Their voices were blessed by their respective soul powers, echoing through the mountains, so grand that they almost burst the eardrums of mortals.

The crow killing made Feng Wuxian see that this was the scene.

In ancient times, when Yaoxi fought with Na Soul, Na Soul did not have any helpers, and he was lonely and powerful.

But after tens of thousands of years, Na Soul has already learned to manipulate people's hearts, and he has his own followers, and he is no longer the evil god who planned alone.

The main force of the Holy Gate has arrived, and among them there are many Aragami powerhouses.

"For the sake of today, the only way to do this is to withdraw first. ”

The voice of the crow killing was cold, but with a command:

"You can stay, I can also guarantee that I will not let you die in front of me, but, is it necessary? Emperor Qianye is desperate, and he just hopes that you will escape, do you want Emperor Qianevil to die in vain?"

"Yes, Lord Fengzun......" Nie Cangyu wiped the moistness from the corners of his eyes: "You...... You don't want to live up to the Emperor Sect Master's intention of exchanging his life for another time!"

Feng Wuxian pinched his nails tightly, and his palms were already full of blood!

"Master, let's go!!"

Xiaobai used countless ice picks to build a layer of ice wall to temporarily resist the rolling of the mountain:

"Brother Birdman, quickly pull the master away, I can't hold on!!"

"Let's go!" Crow Kill dragged Feng Wuxian and fought and retreated.

Xiaobai also supported all the way.

Although Feng Wuxian was dragged by the crow and didn't speak, he kept looking back at the direction where Emperor Qianxie disappeared.

She was getting farther and farther away from him......

She dragged him down......

She couldn't save him......

He has a habit of cleanliness......

The dirty dust on his body, the bloody blood on his clothes, he would be uncomfortable......

He'll blame her......

After leaving the scope of the Heavenly End Séance Array, Feng Wuxian was still looking back.

At the end of her line of sight, an ice coffin appeared—

The ice coffin was released by Gong Qingshang.

The ice coffin hung in mid-air, and Feng Wuxian happened to see the person in the coffin.

There was a man's corpse lying there, with a picturesque face, and at first glance she felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere......

Master?

Xiao Zi!

Yes, this should be Xiao Zi's father...... That Gong Qingshang was thinking about the person who wanted to be resurrected, Xiao Moyu.

Probably some special elixir was used, after so many years, Xiao Moyu's corpse did not decay at all, his eyes were closed, not as if he was dead, but as if he was asleep.

At this point, the people of the Holy Gate had no intention of chasing Feng Wuxie.

Including Gong Qingshang, they all only bowed down with all their hearts to greet the true god in their hearts.

Feng Wuxian finally got out of the scope of the séance array, and the body of the soul was restricted by the formation, and he could not inflict divine punishment on the creatures other than the séance, and in the end, he just looked at the direction of Feng Wuxie's escape, and said with a faint regret:

"Little girl, your husband has been buried in my womb, how long can you survive if you escape?"

"He's not going to die!"

Feng Wuxie's eyes were scarlet, and after she got out of the séance array, Xiao Bai had turned into a giant dragon and carried her in mid-air, surrounded by four sword spirits with determination.

She looked at the séance array, at the Holy Gate sect, at the huge face that made the world tremble by the gathering of the evil power of the soul, word by word, like a blood oath:

"He's going to come back! He's not going to leave me alone! Never, no, he's!"

The emperor is reluctant to give up.

How could he be willing to die in front of her in this way?

Let her have the mood of not being able to survive and dying, and when she dreams back every night, closing her eyes is the scene of his body shattered and blood all over the sky?

Even if it was to die, it should be her to die side by side with him, and he would never bear to die like this.

"Oh, mortal faith—it's pathetic and ridiculous. ”

Na Soul snorted coldly.

Xiao Bai and Crow Kill didn't pay attention to the voice of the soul at all, the only thing they wanted to do now was to take Feng Wuxian away from this ghost place!

Far away from the séance—

They were really afraid that Feng Wuxian couldn't help but rush back and fight frantically, seemingly to avenge Emperor Qianxie, but in fact, they could only be buried in vain!

Finally, they left the soul and the séance far behind.

After escaping from the end of the world, everyone's description was very embarrassing, as if they had crawled out of the mud, and their eyes were empty and dull.

They sat in a mountain clearing, their hearts palpitating.

Looking at the billowing dust and smoke in the direction of the end of the sky, everyone's face was a dead silence.

Xiaobai was the first to cry out:

"Brother Birdman, Emperor...... Emperor Qianxi, he ...... Is it really dead?"

"Xiaobai!" Crow Kill interrupted his crying and motioned for him to look in Feng Wuxie's direction.

I saw that Feng Wuxie's original immortal and transcendent white clothes were already covered with dust, and she looked at the direction of the end of the sky blankly, her face was pale, and her lips were pursed.

The sword spirits surrounded her, but none of them dared to speak at this time.

Suddenly, Feng Wuxian seemed to realize something-

She turned into a messenger, condensed into a message, and she didn't know to whom.

After the news came out, she was waiting.

Half an hour passed, and there was no response.

Feng Wuxian did not give up, and continued to spread.

But there was still no response.

Then, as if she had gone crazy, she kept sending messengers, over and over again!

Although she was just pale, didn't say anything, and didn't have too much sadness on her face, her actions seemed to be stunned!

The Chiyan Sword Spirit finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a flash of fire swept by, interrupting Feng Wuxie:

"Xiao Wuxie, calm down, who are you sending so many messengers to?"

Could it be, she's still stupidly sending a message to Emperor Qianxie, right?

Feng Wuxian took a step back, manipulated the communication talisman to avoid the firelight, and without saying a word, he continued to use his soul power to generate the communication talisman. "Master, don't do this!" It was the first time Xiao Bai saw Feng Wuxian become like this, in the past, no matter what kind of danger she encountered, she was calm, and she would not ignore their words: "Master."

？”

"Xiaobai. ”

Feng Wuxian finally turned his head and glanced at Xiao Bai, but his tone was extremely sad:

"Just now, the moment when Emperor Qianye blocked it for me, it must have hurt a lot...... He shed so much blood...... The whole body is full of ...... It must have hurt to death, didn't I? But I didn't have time to help him......

As soon as Feng Wuxian opened her mouth, everyone realized that her voice was extremely hoarse!

"Crow Kill, you have the power to manipulate death, you can sense it, he didn't die, right?" Feng Wuxian grabbed Crow Slayer's sleeve violently: "Say it quickly, his life is still there, isn't it?!"

By the end of the question, she had almost turned into a forced question.

Crow Kill closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then held Feng Wuxian's face up, and the gaze of the god of death also became sad and gentle:

"Innocent, I really want to tell you as you wish, Emperor Qianye is not dead, but the truth is - I can't feel it, his life has disappeared. ”

Feng Wuxian was stunned, his body shook for a moment, and then he coldly retreated a few steps, turning his head to look in the direction of the end of the sky-

Finally tears broke the river.

Xiaobai wanted to step forward and persuade again, but Crow Kill stopped him:

"Let her cry, you let her calm now, it is the greatest cruelty to her. ”

After hearing this, the sword spirits and Xiaobai stopped stepping forward, and simply let Feng Wuxian cry happily.

However, Feng Wuxian didn't cry for long.

Later, she sat on the rock, staring blankly in the direction of the end of the sky, looking at the patches of blood stained on her white clothes.

All this blood is the emperor's thousand evils......

No, she can't sit still!

She can't cry anymore!

Crying means giving up, only the dead and the living will cry, and crying means that the emperor is no longer there! Even if everyone doesn't believe it, she must persevere to the end!