Yun Mo and the Demon King fell into the gates of hell together.

Murong Lingfeng chased after him and ran over, "No, no!

Remnant Sheng wanted to stop her, but he was still a step too late. At this time, Murong Lingxue and Yun Han also arrived. They watched their younger siblings fall into hell and could do nothing about it.

Yun Mo looked up at the little boy who jumped into the gate of hell with him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a bitter smile, "Fool." ”

Yun Mo used the last of his spiritual power to erect a wall of ice above the Gate of Hell. Murong Lingfeng fell on the ice wall, watching the entrance to hell close little by little, she hit the thick ice layer under her like crazy, "No, Yun Mo, no!" This is not the ending she wants, this is not!

She got up and tried to run to the edge of the ice wall, however, Yun Mo was more determined than her, and the ice spread much faster than hers, and there was no end in sight.

She fell down again, crying helplessly, "Yun Mo, you come back, you come back! I am willing to marry you, I am willing to do anything! I beg you to come back!"

However, the gates of hell were still mercilessly closed.

The darkness slowly receded, and the long-lost sun shone on the earth, and peace and light descended on the earth. But not a single one of them had a look of joy on his face.

When the sun came out, they could see clearly that the gates of hell were hidden between two cliffs, bottomless.

Murong Lingxue anxiously lay on the edge of the cliff and looked down. If Yun Han hadn't dragged her desperately, I'm afraid she would have jumped down to find her sister's traces

Why didn't Yun Han worry? His brother fell off the cliff, his life and death were uncertain, and he was more anxious than anyone else. However, he still has a shred of reason that holds him and can't collapse - if he lets go, then he will lose even Cher.

Yun Han comforted Murong Lingxue, and at the same time commanded the nine cavalry troops who came casually to set up the rope, "Xue'er, calm down, Feng'er and Brother Mo are not idle people." Ji people have their own natural appearance, and they will definitely be able to save the day. It's too dangerous for you to go on like this, and we'll be able to get them up when we get the ropes up." ”

Murong Lingxue looked back at Yun Han in despair, "So high, how could she be okay with Feng'er?" They all knew that falling from here would only end up in pieces, and there was no chance of surviving at all, not to mention that the gates of hell were still open at that time.

However, as soon as Murong Lingxue's words fell, she saw a huge white tiger, waving its white wings that should not have belonged to it, and flew up steadily from the bottom of the cliff. There was also a red-clothed and red-haired man sitting on the back of the white tiger, and the little boy was lying in the man's arms with his eyes closed.

"There are tigers in the West, white and black letters, taller than mountains, shining pearls, born with wings, and able to read human language. The holy mountain spirit tiger, known as Xuanyi. Emperor Lan looked at the winged white tiger in amazement and unconsciously grew its mouth, "This is the Spirit Tiger Xuanyi!"

Without waiting for Xuanyi to stand firm, Murong Lingxue rushed over, nervously held his sister's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Feng'er! Feng'er! What's wrong with you? Open your eyes and look at me!"

Lisheng handed the little boy into Murong Lingxue's arms and said softly, "The little guy is fine, but she is a little emotional, I gave her a calming spell to let her sleep peacefully for a while." ”

Yun Han looked down at the bottom of the cliff, and then looked at Li Sheng uneasily, with a nervous look on his face, "Your Excellency, have you seen my brother?" Ling Feng was rescued, but why didn't he see Yun Mo's figure?

Li Sheng sighed and said unbearably, "Yun Mo...... It's already sinking into hell. ”

Yun Han stumbled under his feet, almost didn't fall, he couldn't believe that his young and frivolous younger brother was just gone?

Lan Jun hurriedly ran over to help the person up, pinched the person and slapped his face, and finally woke the person up. He stared at Yun Han and said solemnly, "Now is not the time for you to fall. The situation is chaotic enough, you look at the two girls, one is not as good as the other, we old guys have not asked about the world for a long time, and we can't help much. So many people and so many things are counting on you, even if you grit your teeth, you have to hold on to me!"

Yun Han took a deep breath and got up. Even if Li Sheng had already determined that Yun Mo had fallen into hell, he couldn't give up the slightest hope.

Yun Han instructed the Flying Cavalry to continue to build ropes, no matter how deep the bottom of the cliff was, they had to go down and take a look, and they would see people alive and corpses!

With the help of the Lan family, Yun Han brought Ling Xue and Ling Feng back. When they arrived at the inn, the Nine Princes and An Shuli were already waiting for them. The Nine Princes brought the news, and the world was already safe. Beiyang knew that he was weak, so he bowed down to Southern Chu and became a vassal of Southern Chu. In the catastrophe, the Dongluo country, which tended to Lan Guo's help, also became the target of the domestic mourning, and the voice of external crusade was endless, fortunately, Helian Rong turned the tide, with an unprecedented toughness, to appease the people internally, rectify the dynasty, remove excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and devote himself to post-disaster reconstruction. Beiyang surrendered to Southern Chu, but Dongluo fell in love with Xihua. Although Helian Rong did not explicitly say that he meant to return to obedience, he openly and secretly reached a series of consensus with Xihua and became an ally. In January, the world was no longer the era of confrontation between the four countries, but had become the rule of Southern Chu and Xihua, each with half of the country.

However, none of this is what they care about.

An Shuli sat on the edge of the bed holding her little daughter's hand, watching Yan Shu wrap the bamboo board around her broken arm, tears falling down her eyes, and she couldn't stop it.

Nangong Qingye stood aside and accompanied her, comforting, "Xiaoli, didn't the divine doctor say, Feng'er's arm is fine, don't worry if you can grow soon." ”

"The injury on her arm is good, how can that place in her heart be so good?" An Shuli's fingertips gently swept her daughter's eyebrows, both pity and helplessness, "What kind of existence is Yun Mo to Feng'er, can't we still see it clearly enough?" To say something against my will, I would rather she go with Yun Mo today, and now like this, she is the only one left, how can she live?" An Shuli's face was full of sadness, and she imagined what the little boy would be like when he woke up, which was what worried her the most. The most bitter is the suffering of lovesickness, and if there is, it is the longing for a dead person who can never appear again.

Nangong Qingye was not sad when he heard Yun Mo's news? That was when he watched him grow up, he was nominally an apprentice, but in fact, in the hearts of the Nine Princes, he had long regarded him as a son. The deceased is gone, but the living are still alive, "As long as there is hope for life, with us accompanying her, Feng'er will definitely get better." ”

"What about Sister Fei Fei?" An Shuli raised her head and looked at Nangong Qingye helplessly, "Who is going to tell her that her most beloved little son is just gone?"

Actually, it can't be said that there is none. Lisheng walked in the opposite door, with a helpless face, followed by Murong Lingxue with a gloomy face. Li Sheng touched his nose and said with some embarrassment, "Actually, Yun Mo fell into hell, and he didn't die." ”