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At the cost of running out of energy for Angel Wings, and at the same time he had swallowed no less than ten blue bottles himself, he was exhausted mentally and physically by the time he finally saw the lights of Kyoto City from the horizon.

"Miss Fu!"

The location of Kyoto was mentioned by the old man in the white robe that it was in the south of Shu Mountain, so Mo Xie did not get lost, but the location of the stone forest made Mo Ye look for a long time before finding it.

The previous battle had changed the terrain here, and it was really difficult for Mo Xie to distinguish how much of the original stone forest occupied, he extended his perception, and he couldn't find Fu Qingfeng's shadow under the rubble.

He began to shout, and in a thunderous voice, he was very sure that even a thick layer of rubble could not stop him.

His cries echoed through the wilderness, but no amount of his shouts went unanswered.

"What is this?"

While searching a certain area, Mo Ye sensed a foreign object placed under the stone moth, like a package.

"Smack!"

Swinging his fist and lifting the rocks, Mo Ye took out the foreign object, but when he looked closely, he found that it was a package made of clothes.

The clothes were women's coats, white, and Mo Ye remembered that Fu Qingfeng was wearing such a coat at that time.

There was a hard object wrapped in his clothes, and under the penetration of Mo Ye's spiritual power, he knew what was in the bag before he could unpack it.

This is a jade slip.

"What the hell. ”

The first time he saw Yu Jian, Mo Ye had suspicions in his heart, and he felt that he might have been put in a position, and he had put it in a complete way.

Open the baggage, take out the jade slip, and after taking a deep breath, Mo Ye probed a wisp of spiritual power into it.

"Lao Dao has accepted this woman as a closed disciple, don't read it. ”

Mo Xie heard the voice of the white-robed old man, an old man who was originally full of fairy wind bones, but at this moment, Mo Xie hated it.

The rush along the way is meaningless, if Mo Ye wants to see Fu Qingfeng at this moment, he should go back to Shushan.

"Smack. ”

The right hand clenched into a fist, and the jade slip in his hand naturally turned into crumbs.

Mo Xie stood in the darkness and was speechless for a long time.

"That's ...... It's good. ”

In the end, he left the messy battlefield, leaving only an unknown word.

Only this time he didn't fly, he walked.

One step at a time.

He walked through the wilderness, and around him the wolves greeted him with faint eyes, and watched him go.

He walked through the desolate grave, and the indescribable presence in the darkness wept and laughed, turning into a cold wind around his neck.

He walked through the woods, the soft sound of the trees like a serpent swimming on the branches, and a malicious gaze licked his cheeks.

He didn't react, he didn't react to all of this.

He didn't draw his sword or make a fist, he didn't even look back, and even his perception seemed to be forgotten by him.

Is it because there is something you can't think of?

Or do you want to preview this loneliness in advance because you know that there are no friends around you?

There was no need to clench his fists, there was no existence lying in his palm now, willing to be clenched by him.

There was no need to draw the sword, and now he couldn't think of any of the swordsmanship that had been formed.

Empty hands and empty minds.

So the jackal's claws gradually came up, and its sharp teeth tore through the air, turning into an ominous whisper in the night wind.

So the black tentacles gradually wrapped themselves up, and low, sinister laughter and howls swallowed up all of his hearing.

Therefore, a heavy object fell from the treetops and turned into Mount Tai to the top.

"Snort. ”

He didn't raise his hand, didn't look back, and even his gaze only stayed slightly sluggishly in a certain direction in front of him, but Mo Ye's body made a strange noise.

The silvery-white and sharp qi cut off the wolf's head, shattered the ghost's claws, and pierced the snake's body.

It's sword energy.

"Sword Nineteen. ”

In the dense forest, Mo Ye's whole body was wrapped in sword qi, and he suddenly stopped and spit out three words in a voice without any emotion.

"Snort!"

Sword qi gushed out from dozens of acupuncture points around him, and the sword qi that erupted from it armed him into a hedgehog, as if the sound of ten thousand arrows swallowed wolf howls, ghost cries, snake hisses, and wind groans.

Every sword qi was so ruthless, as if it wanted to smash and smash everything in the world.

Everywhere the sword qi passed, whether it was a jackal, a snake or a ghost, it turned into unbearable minced meat and wreckage, and even the surrounding trees were ruthlessly destroyed.

The towering wood was cut in half, turned into worthless and beautiful crumbs.

The sword of affection has finally metamorphosed into a sword of ruthlessness, a sword of no mercy, a sword that regards life as a mustard.

Mo Ye's eyes were unwavering, as if he was indulging in a certain realm and was unaware of everything around him, and as if he really regarded everything around him as nothing.

Until the true qi accumulated in his body is exhausted.

"Poof. ”

He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed head-on.

The moonlight shone on him across the hill, and his shadow gradually spread into the distance, and soon bordered a higher being.

The walls of the capital were less than five hundred meters away from him.

Five hundred meters, one meter is no more, one meter is not less, and it is so accurate that it seems to have been measured.

But he fell and did not get up again.

Maybe it was the injuries and fatigue that had accumulated in the past few dozen hours that overwhelmed him, or maybe it was the extravagant squandering that had hollowed him out after suddenly breaking through Sword Nineteen, or maybe he just deliberately wanted to sleep, here, it was not too close to the prosperity, and it was only one step away from living in the group.

Mo Ye closed his eyes, and no one knew if he was asleep or awake.

I'm afraid no one will miss him at this time......

It was so quiet in the four fields that the whole world seemed to be deliberately silent, and the creatures and dead spirits who usually made noise at night stopped working en masse after the man fell.

Like the guards on the castle tower.

There was no one on the tower tonight.

Where did they go?

……

In the city, the Royal Palace.

The new emperor sat on top of the hall in armor, stroking the hilt of his sword and the armrest of the throne, and the bright light illuminated everything as far as he could see.

Light is a good thing, it dispels fear.

The main hall is lined with armor, spears and swords, shields and bows and arrows, all of which are grasped by those who can fight well.

However, there was a faint trace of sorrow and fear on the faces of everyone who wielded a weapon.

This expression can be summed up as 'like a great enemy'.

"Hoo ......"

A gust of wind broke into the main hall, bringing up countless drapes, and the candlelight flickered, and the lights went out at a few o'clock.

"It's coming. ”

The new emperor drew his sword and stood up, and the blade of the sword pointed to the direction of the wind.

Who's coming?

What kind of existence are they waiting for?

The wind is strong, and the lanterns fall to the ground.