Xuan Qiu didn't seem to care about the worry-free reminder, and still didn't move.

Seeing that Nanfeng's attack was getting closer and closer to Xuanqiu, Wuwu's heart became more and more puzzled, after 10,000 years, he had witnessed the battle between Xuanqiu and the demon, although Xuanqiu's speed at that time was not fast, but the strength was enough to compete with Nanfeng, who was attacking with all his strength at this time.

Why didn't Xuanqiu dodge or fight back, just standing in place and waiting to be attacked?

But what happened next gave you the answer.

I saw that Nanfeng's majestic sword pierced through Xuanqiu's chest, and a huge wound appeared on Xuanqiu's chest, but no blood flowed out.

Glancing at the long sword in his chest, Xuanqiu looked at Nanfeng with a slightly mocking look, as if to say: Is this the only thing you have?

Not only did his full force blow not make Xuan Qiu take half a step back, but he was also ridiculed by Xuan Qiu like this, and a trace of gloom flashed on Nanfeng's face.

Pulling back his big sword vigorously, the big sword left a big hole in Xuan Qiu's chest, and from the hole, you could even see the situation behind Xuan Qiu.

Xuan Qiu glanced at the wound on his chest indifferently, and then raised his head, and the moment he looked up, the original wound actually healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, except for the hole in the armor that could not be repaired, Xuan Qiu did not see a single scar on his body.

Seeing this situation, Wu Wu's original heart was also put down, she remembered that Xuanqiu was already a reborn corpse, and these physical attacks were not enough to harm it, and there was no light magician here, so the victory or defeat was clear at a glance.

But when I thought that Xuanqiu had become such a monster, my carefree face became difficult to look at again, maybe this is fate, even though he was a variable this 10,000 years ago, but his weak self was still not enough to change history, what should have happened happened after all.

Graniwin didn't report Xuanqiu, but it still couldn't change the ending of his capture, just like Xuanqiu would be resurrected as a reborn corpse even if he was dead, just like this imperial tomb still existed at the bottom of the Lake of Thorns.

After thinking about this, the worry-free heart is also a lot easier, it's not that she is not dedicated, it's just that the turntable of fortune will not change because of her alone, so the current ending is that Xuanqiu and herself are trapped in the imperial tomb, that may not be bad, at least for Xuanqiu, it is a kind of happiness to be near Graniwin.

In carefree contemplation, the battle over there was still going on in an orderly manner, and although Xuanqiu was physically strong and his attack power was also very powerful, his speed was much slower than when he was alive.

After all, the South Wind Emperor is a holy swordsman, and the speed is naturally needless to say, so for a while, the two of them can be said to be on equal footing.

However, the one who loses in the end must be the south wind, after all, Xuanqiu at this time will never know what the fatigue of the Dao is, he is like a killing machine, although it is dull, but the lethality is powerful.

When the south wind is exhausted, when he loses the advantage of speed, all that awaits him is death.

Will the south wind die?

Thinking of this, Carefree's heart couldn't help but twitch, she knew that it was the consciousness of Graniwin's memory that played a role, after all, Graniwen still loved him at that time, and the future history would change due to the change now, and Nanfeng was not dead at that time, so Xuanqiu shouldn't kill him!

After sorting out these, worry-free will be more calm.

In front of her was Jerry with a tangled face, Jerry is also a person with vision, he knows that if Nanfeng loses, then he should have no chance of winning, seeing Nanfeng gradually fall into the downwind, can his heart not be nervous?

No way!

He couldn't put all his chances of victory on this battle, his thunder magic was not used at all at this time, and the number of his demon legions was getting smaller and smaller, so if he continued to lose, he would only lose himself.

Seeing that his demon legion was ingested by the reborn corpses led by Xuan Qiu, and even the power of the soul, he had already vaguely foreseen the outcome of this battle.

No way! He couldn't sit still, and thinking of this he couldn't help but turn his gaze to worry-free.

Looking at the carefree who was watching nervously, the corners of Jerry's mouth raised a sinister smile.

"Bang"

After seeing Nanfeng sink straight into the wall under Xuanqiu's punch, he knew that it would be too late if he didn't act.

When it was too late, Jerry picked up the carefree who was still paying attention to the battle situation and rushed to the depths of the main hall.

As soon as he entered the passage, in order to prevent Xuan Qiu from chasing him, he hurriedly opened the trap of the Imperial Tomb, and seeing that a stone gate weighing 10,000 catties was about to fall, Xuan Qiu hurriedly rushed towards the door, followed by his reborn corpse army.

"Boom"

After the last warrior entered, the gate was completely closed.

Outside the door, Nanfeng caressed his chest and jumped off the wall, his brow furrowed as he looked at the closed door.

The construction of the mausoleum was handed over to Jerry by Nanfeng, but he still made reservations about one thing, that is, the control center of the tomb trap mechanism.

Yes, Jerry thought that he was absolutely safe when he put down the gate, and only he could get out, but he was wrong, the thing in his hand that he thought was the key could not open the tomb at all, and with the gate closed, the people inside were destined to bury their heads forever.

Forever, forever

Pulling out the crescent-shaped gem on his chest, Nanfeng's eyes were dim.

In his hand was the only key to this heavy stone door, but unfortunately, this key could not be used by him now, because this anti-theft stone door could only be opened from the inside.

Thinking of this, he put down his hand in despair, and the crescent-shaped gem also cut out of his palm and fell into the dirt.

Nanfeng scanned the surroundings, only he and a few demons who were still a little confused, most of those demons were also injured, they looked at Nanfeng with puzzled eyes, trying to get some explanation from Nanfeng, with their intelligence, they really couldn't understand what had just happened!

Looking at the demons who were staring at him blankly, Nanfeng's anger became more and more vigorous, and with a roar, he waved his big sword, and the remaining demons also became the object of the Nanfeng Emperor's anger.

The demon couldn't withstand such a fierce attack by the south wind, and finally held on for another half a moment before all of them were wiped out.

Looking at the corpses piled up on the ground, Nanfeng's anger still subsided without worry.

He came to the heavy stone door and slashed towards it with all his might, and the blow that filled the whole body of a sword saint could only bring up a few small stones, and the gate remained unmoved.

Such an ending was completely expected by Nanfeng, this stone door is not an ordinary stone door, he is a magic prop, which is depicted with complex magic patterns, and itself has the defensive power of a sword god, if you want to break through the door, only a god can do it.

It's one thing to know some things, but it's another thing to accept them, just like now for what he knows, Nanfeng is still powerless to try.

"Click"

As the big sword in his hand broke in half, Nanfeng suddenly laughed.

He smiled so heartily that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

After the laughter, Nanfeng sat weakly against the door, his head hanging weakly, and the words in his mouth: "Have you lost you after all?" ”

It seems to be saying to himself, and it seems to be saying to Graniwin, who is across the door.

Nanfeng has been pursuing those things that he can't get all his life, and he doesn't cherish them after he gets them.

Just like when he was a child, for the unattainable throne, he lost his relatives and friends, and he was only one lonely himself.

Every time he plotted a lot, he gained a lot and at the same time lost something he thought he could give up at will, but when he really lost it, he regretted it.

Like the queen mother who was killed by his own hands, like his only queen Graneven.

It's like this every time, after becoming the high-ranking Emperor of the South Wind, sitting in a high position, he often thinks of the queen mother who always looks at him with cowardly and inferior eyes, and his queen mother always blames herself for her low status and even affects him to the point that she can't convince the public, so whenever she sees him, she always holds his hand, but she doesn't dare to talk to him.

Looking at the empty hands, Nanfeng often cherishes the warmth, although the mother's hands are not as delicate and smooth as the hands of the Queen Mother at that time, and you can still feel a little prickly when you touch yourself, but it is a kind of warmth that penetrates into the heart.

Although the queen mother at that time was a stumbling block to his throne in his eyes, it was also his only warmth, and he was the only person who devoted himself wholeheartedly to him besides himself.

But for the sake of that cold position, he finally forced her to a dead end, although she chose to die by herself, but her sacrifice still came from his indifference.

The queen mother is gone, and another warm woman has ushered in his life.

That is his queen Graniwin, and their encounter is based on their own calculations, but it is undeniable that in their own calculations, they have finally lost their hearts.

In the face of that kind of woman who is as pure as water, he will blame himself a little when he tells every lie.

There is no need to hide it, everything she says, that stupid woman will believe it as the truth.

But at that time, he pushed her away again and again for the ethereal path to becoming a god.

deliberately designed the cheating scene, just so that she could say the goddess scepter to fulfill herself, in his opinion, this is not contradictory to his love for her.

But when he saw the pool of blood and the tarnished scales on the edge of the pool, he knew that he had hurt her after all.

In the days when she was unconscious, he only went once, not because he was busy and didn't have time, but because when he called out his name during the nightmare of Graniwin, his heart couldn't help but throb, and he was afraid that he would fall deeper and deeper, so he ran away, and it should be good to stay away from her!

But far away, her whispers would still ring in her ears, and the south wind struggled, but still couldn't get rid of it.

He still didn't dare to see her, he knew that his general had been guarding her, and he wanted to guard it himself, but he couldn't face the condemnation in his heart, so he gave himself an excuse, he told himself that letting other men appear by her side was just so that Xuanqiu could make a mistake and be able to deal with a person with high merit without blood.

Such an excuse made his heart feel better, but his mind was still empty, as if he had lost something.

So he came to the Baths of Graniwin, the one he had built for Graniwin.

Under his orders, there was no change here, the water of the pool was still red, the red was strange, and the golden scales that had long lost their luster lay quietly on the edge of the pool.

When he saw those scales, he knew that he was wrong, but what else could he use to redeem them? All he wanted at the moment was to hold Graniwin and whisper his apologies in her ear.

Love and hate are often two extremes, when he went to see her again, when he looked at Xuanqiu, who was sitting on the edge of her bed and holding her hand when she was in pain, the vinegar made him lose his mind, interrupted the mage's treatment, drove everyone out, and made Jerry aggravate her pain, so that she could also feel her heartache together.

But he didn't expect that the first thing Graniwin said when he woke up was to question himself, and under the influence of the emperor's heart, he pushed her away again.

Looking at the stone gate that could never be opened, thinking that he had lost his beloved after all, Nanfeng began to sob, and then gradually broke down emotionally and cried loudly, and the originally high Nanfeng Emperor cried like a child.

This is the second time he has cried, the first time because of his mother, and this time because of his dead love.