Without the power of the host, the barrier that stood in front of everyone shattered, revealing the dreamy amethyst-like temple within.

The fairy light is ethereal, as if time can't bring any traces to it, but it has been nearly 10,000 years, which is too bleak.

As it is now, it is eerily quiet, not at all lifeless.

As if something ominous, it fermented and grew in it.

Anyone could have imagined that something must have happened between Su Meng and Xianjun, but how did it end?

That's what makes everyone fearful.

Qianqian tightened the long sword like a work of art in her hand, her heart was inexplicable, she gritted her teeth, and walked quickly towards the hall.

A strange and inexplicable choice, but she had to face, came to her mind.

The more she escaped, the more restless she became.

She is looking forward to it, who will survive?

Of course, it's the little fox, that's his own master!

She told herself.

How can you forget the bits and pieces of getting along for more than ten years?

But what about the old man? Who would expect him to survive?

Hairong's kind smile was like a spell that lingered in her mind.

The strong guilt and uneasiness forced her to have no way out!

Tears fell, the girl numbly moved her legs, and the short corridor was so long.

Go for it, go for it, accept the reality.

In a shadow outside the temple, there was a faint color of blood.

......

What is the purpose of pursuing power?

As long as he moved, the jade under his feet, which could withstand the fluctuations of the immortal king-level battle, turned into a pile of powder, but the demon fox did not indulge in it, but slowly closed his eyes.

There were still people waiting for him outside.

As he thought, the corners of his lips couldn't help but lift slightly, and the white divine light appeared on his body again.

Endless exhaustion, as if he wanted to sink himself into the abyss, but one was enough for him to insist on turning back into a human body.

He didn't want her to see himself like that.

The boy staggered slightly, revealing his fragile and scarred body.

......

"Heh, hehe......" Hai Rong smiled hard, "I lost." ”

This is nonsense.

Su Meng didn't look at him, even if it was a creature like a demon who should never appear in the world, he couldn't escape under the evil power.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't kill you. He said so, and his old face was full of sincerity.

"It is a great honor to be able to destroy this world together. ”

The amethyst-like hall is filled with immortal energy, if it hadn't been for this catastrophe ten thousand years ago, it would still be hanging high above the sky at this moment.

"Let's talk about the past. The little fox sat down beside him and changed the subject stiffly, "I'm interested in your death." ”

The Hai Rong in front of him is not dead, but Hai Rong is dead.

As Su Meng said, he is just a demon.

But he still used the word "you".

The old man was a little stunned, but he still smiled so harshly.

"Enough laughing?" Su Meng was a little impatient, his time was running out.

"Because of Biluo. The old man was lying on the ground, his eyes were a little fluttering, and he really looked like the Immortal Monarch who had been in power for a while.

"Biluo?" Su Ming's pale cheeks twitched slightly, and he flushed a little, and he couldn't help coughing lightly.

The old knife once said that he saw God.

It turns out that someone can really invoke Biluo's power?

"Who the hell are they?"

"You think I'll tell you?" Hai Rong's bloodless lips lifted slightly, and his face was full of sarcasm.

Also, Su Meng rolled his eyes and was speechless for a while.

According to him, sooner or later he will lose control, so the person who carries the power of Biluo will definitely take on the mission of killing himself, how can he allow himself to do whatever he wants?

"As a generation of demons, you actually care about the lives of others?" the little fox was quite curious about this, and couldn't help but laugh.

In the previous battle, he still stubbornly believed that he was the Palm Xing Immortal Monarch, and he was really a magical creature.

Unfortunately, this time there was no response.

"Huh?" Su Meng turned his head to look at the old man beside him, the eyes that had once carried greed and compassion could no longer be opened.

"Are you still dead?" he sighed, and fell silent again.

......

When the crowd arrived, there were two figures sitting and lying in front of them.

A large hole was cut in the chest of the old man in purple and he lay on the ground, while the familiar silver-eyed young man sat quietly with a pale face.

This battle ended with Su Ming's victory!

Lao Dao and Murong were pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly went up to help him, Wan'er was also happy, pressed her hands on her chest, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Qianqian, looking at the old man's broken body, tears couldn't help but fall.

Su Meng grinned and struggled to stand up.

He is in a bad state now, as if he will fall into a deep sleep in the next moment, and he must explain it as soon as possible.

However, he was about to say something, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the red eyes of the disciple.

She cried.

But not for him.

The corners of the little fox's mouth showed a hint of bitterness, and he only felt that this thing was very meaningless.

"Qianqian!" was as careful as Wan'er, and finally realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly spoke up.

But so what?

Many times, the joys and sorrows of people are not connected, or even incompatible.

The girl's tears fell and she sighed softly, "Why?"

Zhige, the green fingers became more and more pale.

Why?

This has many meanings.

Why are you here? Why are you fighting? Why are you killing him?

Even...... Why is he the one who died?

Stunned, confused, and angry like a roller, they pressed Su Ming's heart in turn, but it also made him forget how to speak for a while, but he stepped forward a little dazedly, stretched out his hand, and landed in the air.

Why?

Why is there a reason here?

He was also eager to ask why.

......

During his time in Yunshan, he had enjoyed the avalanche scene many times.

The roar shook the sky, the silver was full, and the depression accumulated over the years was all cathartic at that moment, and it was hearty to see it.

But I never thought that one day in the future, I would face such a situation.

A lot of things are like avalanches.

It will take years to accumulate it, and when it is time to disperse, it will easily fall into a thousand miles.

Su Meng didn't use his true qi to protect his injured body, and he didn't know how long he had been flying, but he realized the friction and pain brought by high-speed flight, and endured it alone.

After the long journey, the wound cracked, and a large pool of blood floated out, and he flew regardless of it, and finally at a certain moment, he fell with a bang and smashed a deep pit.

He has never become an immortal, he has always been a mortal.