"Abba!" Ji Qinxin let out a scream and sat down on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The old slender man could no longer raise his head, and at this moment, he became very old.

The eighteen horsemen of Fuyao all lowered their heads, they all had a bad premonition, but they never thought it would be like this.

A light and shadow fell from the sky and shone on Yang Xuan's body.

Yang Xuan suddenly felt that the mountain that was pressing on his body suddenly disappeared, and he saw a light swimming in his wounds, his weak spirit, and his weakened body suddenly filled.

The dead qi on his body disappeared in a moment, and Yang Xuan opened his eyes with some surprise, he didn't expect that in this mortal world, there would be such a clever healing method. The so-called gods should be considered good.

Fire was the first to notice Yang Xuan's changes, it roared, there was joy and sadness in the roar, it suddenly knelt on its legs, kneeling on the ground and couldn't get up again, it was too tired and tired.

It has been at the forefront all the way, and it is the most physically demanding.

It saw that Yang Xuan's breathing was gradually normal, and it suddenly couldn't support it anymore and collapsed.

The anger in the heart of the crow prison could no longer be suppressed, and he jumped to his feet, and the knife in his hand slashed out a cold light, slashing into the sky.

He struck with a wrath, like a celestial.

The light thrown at Yang Xuan had not yet dissipated, and his knife actually shattered this sword light, along with this light, there was also a white cloud in the sky, and there was a chasm in the sky.

Even though it was noon, there were ghosts crying and gods howling.

In the sky, there is a drop of divine blood.

This knife is amazing and abnormal, it is close to the Tao, the gods and ghosts avoid it, and the sky has a vision.

The wind was fierce, the lightning was thundering, and a thunderstorm came without warning, and the rain carried a faint smell of blood.

"Bullshit gods!" the crow prison roared arrogantly at the sky, showing off his might.

A bolt of lightning slashed at the mighty Crow Prison, and the Crow Prison swung his knife to meet the lightning without giving in.

It's a pity that this is a mantis arm as a car, and the crow prison was struck away by this lightning, and his body was full of lightning, and his hair fell to the tree, and he let out an unwilling roar, and fell into the hut, still screaming.

The lightning surrounded the hut, circled a few times, and then dissipated.

The crow prison was scorched black, only the teeth and eyes were white, and it was very difficult to crawl out of the hut, still holding a knife to the sky.

This knife is indeed amazing, and there has never been such a knife in the wilderness.

But he didn't pay attention to this vision, and he was still scolding, and he didn't feel the power and experience of this knife at all.

"Uncle Ji!"

Zhu Liyang shouted heartbreakingly, for eighteen years, he had never called Ji Yun like this, he always called Ji Yun a khan.

He hissed like a wounded wolf, he could understand Ji Yun very well now, but Ji Yun was gone.

For the sake of a child who had only met once, he gave his life to the gods and made a deal with them.

The gods are afraid of cause and effect, presumably those high gods, although they really want to see Ji Yun die, but because of cause and effect, they dare not do it themselves.

Zhu Liyang really wanted to kill the Divine City, and pulled out the gods to ask why he did this, but he didn't have the ability.

He still remembers that when he was young, Ji Yun often came to his home, and Ji Yun liked children very much, and always told them stories of his adventures, stories of the Great Wilderness, and stories in legends.

His father was taciturn, but Ji Yun was very active, and he always hoped that Ji Yun would come to his house as a guest.

He never imagined that this amiable uncle would actually break through the Lanma Department with an iron horse, and he never thought that this amiable uncle would actually cut off his father's head.

He had tried to cut off the man's head with a knife many times, and he originally thought that the reason why this man chose that way was because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, afraid of the gods, and only did what the gods wanted.

But this man actually cut off his own head for a child he had just met, and gambled his life with the gods.

The husband knelt on one knee on the ground, holding a dead branch that he didn't know when he picked up from the ground, and couldn't even speak.

The rain ran down his face and into his mouth as the rain ran down his hair and his tears, but he remained motionless like a sculpture.

"Husband. ”

I don't know how long it took, a dignified middle-aged woman suddenly appeared in front of the old slender man, and behind her, there was also a little demon wolf, and the demon wolf has grown up a little now.

Behind the little demon wolf, there was a faint light and shadow, which was the blessing of the gods on him.

Obviously, Grandma Yan had already taken him to the Divine City, and when he saw Yang Xuan, he let out a cheer.

Stretched out her right hand to the old slender man, the slender hand was as white and crystal as a flawless jade, and her voice was very soft and beautiful.

Her left hand held Yang Xuan in her arms, she tried to use her body to shelter Yang Xuan in her arms from the wind and rain, the rainstorm wet her clothes, showing that she was still as graceful as a girl's figure, her face was very calm, she couldn't see sadness, and she couldn't see happiness.

Cold - her whole person feels cold to everyone, she is as cold as a thousand years of ice and snow on an iceberg.

"Terran, if you want to survive in the great wilderness, someone has to sacrifice, Ji Yun died to save this child, and Ji Feng died because of his younger brother, they all died voluntarily and deservedly. “

Her demeanor is calm, and her words are very indifferent, as if she has a dull view of life, old age, sickness and death in the world, and everything will not make her panic, nor will she make waves in her heart again.

Yang Xuan felt that his tears were already rolling in his eyes, although he kept comforting himself in his heart, everything had nothing to do with him, but he still couldn't help but want to cry.

"Terran men have to protect their people, their own women, their own children, their friends, and the Terrans are still very weak, and they have no time or right to be sad. Grandma Yan said lightly and stretched out her hand to Master Xiang.

Her hands were small and delicate, and she pulled the old slender man up with her own hands.

Her hands were soft and cold. The old slender man grabbed her hand blankly.

She smiled softly, she tried to make her smile warmer, but the coldness in it could not be hidden. The old slender man was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, and looked helpless, he was like a child who was just starting to fall in love and holding the hand of his beloved girl at his father's group funeral, but there was a trace of excitement and expectation hidden in the sadness, and there was sweetness in it, although all this was incompatible with the atmosphere of being sad.

However, he was not a child, he was old, and he only lost his mind for a brief moment.

She calmly withdrew her hand, flicked the forehead of Yang Xuan in her arms with her slender fingers, looked at Yang Xuan's face, and then shook her head and said:

"The human race can't become a royal family in the great wilderness, and the human race can't produce a king, the human race has paid too much for a vain rumor, but human beings shouldn't give up a clan and bring up this child. “

No one spoke, all were silent.

Only the little demon wolf let out a cheer, he was very excited to see Yang Xuan, he jumped up, stretched out his fluffy paws, and gently touched Yang Xuan's face.

"Get out!"

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, the crow prison on the side couldn't look at it, he was angry with this little demon wolf, and he kicked the little demon wolf.

As if he had known that he was going to make a move, the little demon wolf bounced out with a bow on his back, kicked one of the crows in the air, and fell into the mud.

just made such a domineering knife, and now there is such a foreign appearance. But no one pays attention to this contrast.

The little demon wolf looked at the crow prison contemptuously, his face was full of ridicule, the old face of the crow prison was flushed, and he was glad that no one paid attention to him.

"You're very vegetable!" the little demon wolf stretched out his fluffy paws and quietly teased the crow.