The thousand-year-old foundation aura of the North Marsh has been destroyed, the surrounding trees are depressed, and not even a single crown tree has survived.

Standing in the clearing, he took a deep breath, still feeling empty in his heart, and sure enough, there was nothing to be attached to.

He took a light veil to cover his face and wanted to soar up to the heavens, but before he could take a few steps, the drums and trumpets of the heavenly clan were already noisy in the clouds overhead.

She chuckled and thought to herself, it would be better to save herself the trouble of begging for death.

She calmly took out a few qi-replenishing pills from her arms and swallowed them, slowly lifting a very small cloud head, and slowly went upward.

Halfway through, with her excellent eyesight, she was able to see the person standing in front of the battle.

The black crown of hair carefully tied up his hair, and it was rare to see him wearing a dark shirt, almost unrecognizable.

Mo Yi was seriously injured, and the white clothes were easy to show bloodstains, so he deliberately looked for this black clothes, but his face became more and more cold, and there was a ruthless sense of thinness.

He remembered the last conversation he had with Lu Yun yesterday.

In just one sentence, it was nothing more than asking Lu Yun to find Si Ming and Si Lu Xingjun in private, hoping that they could help him cover the eyes and ears of the Heavenly Clan and save his life.

It's just that after that sentence, he didn't find a chance to ask Lu Yun about the results.

Mo Yi was worried about the strong defense, and he didn't know if the words were brought, and whether those two star monarchs were willing to take risks to help him again?

And this time, unlike the last time, it was no longer possible to lure him to the beach again, after all, everyone understood that with his own cultivation, there was no reason to escape.

Seeing the fog and rain slowly gathering in the mountains under his feet, Mo Yi slowly relaxed. All this should be arranged by the two star monarchs.

In fact, he had made up his mind as early as yesterday.

Mo Yi selfishly thought that if she didn't have him, she should be able to live well, after all, before they met, she was also well.

And, when the Queen Mother of the West got her own original body as she wished, and everything faded away, the Demon Venerable of Beinuma, who was quietly rescued, could also be safely sent back to her, although Beinuma was no longer there, but their family reunited, even if they couldn't go back to before, it was much better than this miserable ending.

So, from the very beginning, he didn't think to explain these things like Tilt.

Her temperament Mo Yi understands better than anyone else, if she can't let her die of this relationship, she will think about it for the rest of her life and even save him with her meager strength.

As she said before, she is in the style of only doing and not talking, so let him lose her!

She deserves better talent is.

Therefore, that ruthless drama must be performed. is not only to show this Nine Heavenly Que, but also to make Tilt Miao completely cut off the root of his affection for him.

Thinking like this, Mo Yi stabilized his mind. Seeing that the battle was getting closer and closer, he raised his hand to stop the generals and ordered in a deep voice: "You wait here, she is alone, but she does not need your reinforcements." ”

When the words fell, he quickened his steps, separated from the heavenly general by a short distance, and stood face to face with the tilt.

The wind above was unstoppable, and the curling clothes flew behind her, and her waist was revealed, and she was already very thin.

Mo Yi's heart felt a trace of distress for no reason, and for a while, he couldn't say those words that had been prepared for a long time and went against his heart.

Qian Miao also looked at him quietly, trying to understand, walking here, the sword is facing each other, what is in his eyes and heart?

The wind was howling, and she suddenly remembered a conversation with Minyuan not long ago.

"I want to take a gamble, bet on his sincerity. ”

"If you lose, you're dead. Ming Yuan said very definitely at the time.

"If he lies to me, is there any difference between being alive and dead?" he seemed to reply.

It turns out that the ending has long existed in everyone's hearts, but I still don't want to believe it.

Suddenly, the wind curled, lifting the veil that covered her face, revealing the scars that crisscrossed her face.

Mo Yi's eyes widened and he stared fixedly, feeling a pang of grief in his heart.

He tried his best to stabilize his mind and asked in a low voice, "Why are you doing this?"

Qian Miao smiled and replied lightly: "Don't think about it, it's not that I did it on purpose, it's just that I don't care about it in my heart and don't want to take care of it carefully." What's more, Xingjun of the Light, judging from the current situation, aren't you here to take my life? I have no chance of winning, so why do you care about this skin?"

Mo Yi closed his eyes slightly, endured the pain in his heart, and sighed slightly: "The matter has come to this, don't blame me..."

He lowered his eyes, and the palpitations that once a day suddenly hit early.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, but she bit her lip tightly and took a few steps closer.

She looked up at him, the last hint of innocence in her eyes.

"Hey, tell me, are all those loves all fake?"

She remembered that Mingyuan had said that immortals are the best at acting, unlike the demons who have always dared to love and hate, and they will not hide if they do bad things.

But if she hadn't heard him say it herself, how could she believe it?

"Hmm. The one-word answer had already shattered all her luck.

Mo Yi looked away, not daring to look at her.

He thought, I can spoil you at any time, but this time, I can't give you the answer you want.

"Because I'm a demon, I deserve to be deceived, doesn't it matter if my heart hurts?" She remembered that Ming Yuan had also said that the reason that she was a demon alone was enough for Mo Yi to kill her thousands of times regardless of anything.

Hearing the desperation in her tone, Mo Yi paused.

He really can't act, and he understands that he can't talk to her anymore.

If you say too much, you will reveal your true heart to hide.

So, he wanted to put an end to this hypocrisy earlier, because he was anxious, and the words he uttered were a little sharp: "Oh, lie, it is you who want to give me your heart! It is you who believe that the race can be together! It is also you who say that if the door is an obstacle, open it! But if you open your eyes and look, now, not to say a door, there is not even a low threshold here. You and I are so close, but can we get close? Will the heart of the demon be the same as mine?"

Hearing this, she felt very tired and didn't want to explain, she pursed her lips tightly and didn't speak, and there were almost unbearable tears in her eyes.

Mo Yi clenched his fists, and then said: "You, you are just a demon who messes people's minds! Maybe even those help and life-saving favors in the past have ulterior motives! I have missed it once, and now I look back and find that those days are ridiculous, and I don't want to go back!"

What he said at the moment was really against his will, but he had already reached this point, and he couldn't turn back.

In this air, there were thousands of pairs of eyes staring at him, and he knew that he could not make a mistake at this time, and he could not !!

Tilt Miao slowly squatted down, and even the small cloud head was a little unstable.

She pressed her left chest to the ground, feeling pain there before.

It's weird, there's only one stone there!!

After a long time, she stood up, looked at him stubbornly, and her voice was low and hoarse: "So, Light Harvesting Star-King, what are you waiting for?

"Very good, let's stop here!" Mo Yi glanced at her, his tone slightly cold.

He pulled away the Ice Sword, and the cold air swirled, and in an instant, the entire sword disappeared into her heart.

In a second, Tan Miao's face turned pale, and the blood between his lips gradually disappeared.

It was already the end of the crossbow, but she didn't know where she got the strength, and her hands tightly grasped the blade.

She was familiar with this sword, from the color of the blade to the pattern of the scabbard, and even its coldness.

It's just that the word 'Miao' in the name of the sword now looks like a complete joke.

The cold sword qi hurt her hand, and it froze in a state of extreme speed, and the blood veins were frozen, showing a dismal blue-purple color.

Mo Yi froze, wanting to withdraw the sword, but he couldn't pull it.

He looked up suddenly, only to see her blue eyes wide open, with a faint firelight, looking at him unwillingly, and asked, "I thought you wouldn't... At the very least, it won't be you... Kill me with your own hands... For... Why?"

"Because... You're a demon. He tried to keep his face steady, he knew someone was watching them.

"Oh—" almost sighed, and then let go as if he had received an answer.

It turned out that what Ming Yuan said could never be wrong.

The sword was drawn with a hand, and blood splattered onto his dark shirt, staining it even darker.

The heart ached sharply, and he was stunned when he lowered his eyes and looked down, what the Bing Miao Sword had just missed was her left chest, but he should know that her heart didn't grow there.

The corners of her lips curved, and she quickly pulled out the dagger given by Minyuan from her waist, but it stabbed hard into her right heart.

In fact, from the very beginning, she never had the intention of hurting him. This poison has always been reserved for myself.

Even if he understands that he doesn't love her, even if he knows that he killed his dearest, he can't do it. It really didn't work, but there was nothing to be done.

"I'm tired, I don't want this kind of love anymore—" she muttered with a faint smile, and quickly dissipated her consciousness and fell down.

Seeing the blood sealing his throat, sure enough, it was very soon...

"Miao... Boundless... No... Don't !!" Mo Yi saw that the dagger had not entered her heart, and immediately reached out to pull her.

He held her in his arms, but she was no longer alive.

He shook her and even began to kiss her forehead, but, closed eyes, pale lips, cold body, a smile, never to be seen again...

I don't know who sent an order from the Celestial Clan's array, and dozens of Heavenly Generals with swords and halberds rushed over, wanting to separate Mo Yi and Tilt.

But he hugged her tightly, thinking in his heart that no one could separate them, and no one could think of separating them again!!

Yet, even in spite of this, even the humblest of wishes could not be fulfilled.

A thousand winds surged, and the inclined body slowly turned into a virtual shadow, just like in the past, leaving an empty set of clothes.

Mo Yi's hand was empty, and he hugged it tightly, and now all that can be attached to his heart is a diamond, a dull copper bell...

"No!!," his mournful roar came from heaven and earth.

How can you... How can I lose again...