How many times does it take a person's heart to die completely?

Not once, but it can be a start.

"No ......"

Qingzun hurricane rolled towards Zheng Huanle, Ji Yan's hoarse shout was stuck in his throat, and he tried to stop it, but he only touched the corner of his clothes, and his chest was suddenly slapped and flew out!

Rumble!

His back slammed into the hard stone wall and sank in, sudden...... More than a dozen green vines drilled out of the stone wall beside her at the same time, intertwining into a net, trapping her body on the stone wall.

Not only does he want to break her heart, but he wants her to hate watching him kill the people she cares about.

If there is one emotion in the world that is deeper than love, it is hate.

Qingzun hung the scythe of the god of death above Zheng Huanle's head.

Zheng Huanle's eyes were empty, and in the face of the powerful crisis that struck, he only condensed a few protective arrays to resist.

He was like a marionette, and everything he did was done according to orders.

With no active awareness, no instinctive reaction, and a huge gap in strength, his protection is like a papier-mâché window, vulnerable.

"Don't ...... Don't kill him...... Qingzun!"

The more Ji Yan struggled, the more Qingteng tightened, and the rough surface cut across her hands and ankles, leaving red blood marks behind them.

However, she still can't recall the humanity of a god-killing person!

Zheng Huanle's protective array was broken by Qingzun one by one, and the counter-devouring force of the formation was superimposed on Zheng Huanle, he was suddenly impacted by his own power and flew out upside down, and after falling to the ground, he was still unconscious, standing up like a wooden man, his eyes were blank.

Qingzun's pressure had reached him, forcing his puppet-like body to fall to his knees with a bang.

Ji Yan couldn't cry, the red marks that Qingteng tightened were worn out at some point, blood beads oozed out, Qingteng tasted the taste of blood, trembled suddenly, and actually relaxed.

Qingzun stared at Zheng Huanle's pair of silver eyes that were not in focus and were empty, and even the pupil color was not pure, and suddenly poked out two fingers.

Before killing, he had to take back the pair of eyeballs.

However, no sooner had his arm been lifted than he was held tightly.

Ji Yan pulled his arms with both hands and slid down, and at the same time bent his knees, the moment his knees landed, he also broke his arms to his side, and then clenched his fingers with both hands.

Bone-chilling cold on the hands.

His temperature was colder than a thousand-year-old Xuan Bing, and her soul trembled.

"Don't kill him...... Please, don't make me resent you!"

Qingzun's cold afterglow turned to the person kneeling beside him and pleading, even if he saw the burning tears, he was not moved in the slightest.

As everyone knows, he just wants her to be resentful.

Kill the person in front of her, and the young shoots of hatred will sprout in her heart, and as hatred grows, she will slowly become invulnerable.

It's just that why can't you move if you are carrying a thousand pounds in your hands?

It turned out that he was still the ghost of the half soul.

Even though he has completely put aside his influence, his body has been dominated by that half for too long, and he has a memory, and he actually cherishes her touch?

At this moment, it was as if time had stood still.

Zheng Huanle's silver eyes reflected the two people in front of him, although his facial features were sluggish, but two lines of silver blood and tears flowed silently from the corners of his eyes.

The momentum of the space changes at this moment.

Qingzun's expression changed, and the cold killing intent poured out again, and he suddenly waved Ji Yan away with a pull.