Pope Peter and the Holy Lord were at the center of the self-explosion, their bodies falling to the ground like fallen leaves, and at the same time a long line of blood spurted out of their mouths. The self-explosion of the same level powerhouse Tianji Daozun caused the two of them to be seriously injured and dying, even if they don't die now to retreat and recuperate, it will be difficult to fight again in ten years, it can be said that Tianji Daozun has bought Dongfang another ten years.

Zhang Xiaoyao, who was bombarded into the underground pit, was finally awakened by the self-explosion of Tianji Daozun, and the moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Xiaoyao moved his body, his whole body was in pain, and his back was torn as if he had been pierced by some hard object.

Finally, Zhang Xiaoyao turned his head and saw a pure girl with closed eyebrows holding herself tightly in her arms. Blood continued to flow from her mouth and nose, and a satisfied smile on her face, and a scepter of light behind her back had penetrated directly through her heart.

"Ah......h It turned out to be Qing'er, and it was Qing'er who saved herself by desperately blocking the mortal blow of Pope Peter for herself.

And the one who unabashedly cried and laughed in front of him, the empathetic, gentle and quiet Qing'er, the black-faced and cold Qing'er who was tired of being tired of being in his arms, the Qing'er who was poisonous but still worried about herself, the Qing'er who gave up life and death to save herself, died and left this world forever.

Zhang Xiaoyao remembered the previous scenes, remembered every word Li Qing said to himself, and felt bitter in his heart. It turns out that she cares about herself so much, loves herself so much, and she has never had her in her heart, she should have known it all along! Until now, how did she come here? I'm sorry, Qing'er! I'm sorry!

Zhang Xiaoyao couldn't care about his injuries anymore, he encouraged the little true qi left in his body, caressed the wounds on Qing'er's body, and kept inputting them, grabbed a handful of pills and put them in his mouth, kissed Qing'er's cold lips, and put the pills into Qing'er's mouth, and then covered all the resources left by Master Yiyuan on Qing'er's wounds.

Just seeing Qing'er's wound healing rapidly, but Qing'er still didn't have a trace of reaction and breathing, Zhang Xiaoyao stroked the blood of Qing'er flowing on his body, fell into madness again, and directly put Qing'er's body and the scepter of light into the yin and yang bead space.

But where is Qing'er's true spirit? Has it dissipated in this earthly world? Life can't give you a happy ending, so let you stay in my body forever. Zhang Xiaoyao let out a low roar, his whole body was shining, Zhang Xiaoyao's hair began to dry and turn white little by little, at this moment the yin and yang beads were sealed by Zhang Xiaoyao himself, and he fell into silence again with Qing'er.

"Hahahaha, hey, hey, hey, hahahaha, what avenue is boundless? What is the ascension to immortality? The reincarnation of cause and effect! Creation makes people!" Zhang Xiaoyao was like a madman, crawled out of the big pit on the ground, ran away from the battlefield of Kunlun Mountain all the way, and disappeared into the depths of the jungle in a blink of an eye.

Due to the terrifying energy wave impact formed by the self-detonation of the Heavenly Machine Dao Venerable, the cultivators of the East and the West had to all gather together to prop up two huge True Qi shields to resist the aftermath, and after the aftermath dissipated, all of them had to hear Zhang Xiaoyao's crazy words like a lost soul, and saw a lonely figure in the distance.

The seriously injured Pope Peter's golden robe was ragged, the golden crown had disappeared, and his hair was scattered, but he laughed heartily and loudly: "Hahahaha, Tianji, after all, the old man is left, now you can't die anymore! The Western cultivators obeyed this Pope's order, and destroyed the Eastern cultivators for me, surrender and not kill! No one of the rebels will be left!"

"Hmph, Peter, don't you exist as an old man? I see who dares to make another move, and everyone in the Holy Court will come out!" It was the Holy Lord who had recovered from his serious injuries, and at this moment, the Holy Lord's black robe had disappeared, leaving only a black tattered tights attached to his body, and he said loudly.

Sure enough, the people of the Holy Court were all lurking between the Eastern and Western cultivators, and the Holy Lord's words caused many people in the Eastern and Western cultivators' ranks to stand up alone. In an instant, the cultivators in the eastern and western teams were each reduced by one-third, and the Holy Court was really powerful, hidden deep enough.

Could it be that this war was simply a conspiracy? The people of the Holy Court have been pushing it? At the critical moment, the Holy Lord jumped out to sneak attack, originally wanting to annihilate the two powerful enemies in one fell swoop and dominate the earth, but all the plans were disrupted by the self-explosion of the Heavenly Machine Dao Venerable? All this is known only to the Holy Lord himself.

"Holy Lord, should I call you True Martial Dao Venerable? Hmph! I can't think of it! I can't think of it! The dignified Dongfang True Martial Dao Venerable didn't die in the Great War 10,000 years ago, and he also cultivated the magic skills that everyone has won and punished, this Pope really admires!

"Hmph, old Peter, this is not for you to have the final say, no matter whether the exercises are good or evil, there is good and evil in the human heart, as long as I am still the Taoist Venerable of the East for a day, you will not want to play with me in the East between applause. If you want to fight, this Holy Lord will take it! Crooked, it will be noisy!" The Holy Lord said-for-tat.

"In the future, there will be a battle between us, Zhenwu, you wait and see! Western cultivators retreat with this Pope!" Pope Peter issued the order to retreat in a blink of an eye, as if his face had changed.

In the blink of an eye, the Western cultivators receded like a tide, and the scene changed from the tense atmosphere just now to a deathly silence.

They never expected that the Heavenly Machine Dao Venerable, who had been guarding the East for ten thousand years, would end the mission of ten thousand years in such a tragic way, and Zhang Xiaoyao, a disciple of the Heavenly Machine Dao Venerable, would go crazy again. As a result, the Demon Holy Lord who sneaked up on him turned out to be the True Martial Dao Venerable from 10,000 years ago, and the peak battle at the top was really unpredictable.

"The Holy Court belongs to obey the order, and now the RB Holy Lord returns to the East, continues to protect this Eastern Continent for Brother Tianji, and vows to fight with Western cultivators to the death, who among Eastern cultivators is not convinced?" True Martial Dao Venerable first stood on the righteousness, and then looked at the attitude of the Eastern cultivators towards his return.

Sure enough, it was the shadow of a famous tree, the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and people had to bow their heads under the eaves, and the cultivators in the East did recognize it as the True Martial Dao Zun, which was exactly the same as the True Martial Dao Zun in the portrait and sculpture, plus the personal confirmation of Pope Peter in the West, they also had to admit it.

Soon, most of the cultivators in the East surrendered, and they comforted themselves in their hearts, True Martial Dao Zun is their own person, just like he said that no matter whether the exercises are good or evil, people's hearts can be good and evil, as long as the True Martial Dao Zun's heart is for the country and the people, what if they surrender? Isn't the purpose the same? Even those few were suffocated by the True Martial Dao Venerable's eyes and powerful momentum to suffocate all their disobedience into their hearts.

"Clean up the battlefield and go home! Rebuild the Cultivator Alliance tomorrow and hold a celebration ceremony!" True Martial Dao Venerable issued the final order, and then the Eastern cultivators also began to evacuate the battlefield one after another.

Conspiracy, strife, war, and intrigue are indispensable in this world at all times, and the same is true among cultivators.

In the end, the entire Kunlun Mountain battlefield left only undiscernible pieces of broken corpses and pitted Kunlun Mountain, the dazzling blood stains and abandoned swords all indicate that this is a tragic battlefield, recording a thrilling battle.

On the evening of June 8, Zhang Xiaoyao kept running, traveling day by night, I don't know how far he went, and I don't know where he went. One of the shoes on his feet had been lost, his hair was scattered, his face was covered with mud, his clothes were all hung by tree branches, and the blood on his body had dried up, mixed with mud and sweat, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or what.

Zhang Xiaoyao was so tired that he just walked to the head of a village, and fell asleep lying on the edge of a pile of firewood and straw.

Early in the morning of June 9, Zhang Xiaoyao woke up, and at the first glance of waking up, he saw a cute little boy in front of him holding a white steamed bun and handing it to him and said: "Big brother, are you hungry? I heard your stomach scream, I secretly took out this steamed bun, you can eat it!"