At this time, the soul of the person who was held in Duanmu Ming's arms was in another place.

This is a gray space, and what is going on in front of you is an extremely tragic battle.

Her gaze was easily drawn to the man in the middle.

How to describe his beauty, different from Duanmu Ming's demonic ye, different from Mo Lingfeng's handsomeness, and different from Jun Wumian's handsomeness.

He was dressed in a white robe, three thousand white hairs scattered haphazardly on his emaciated shoulders, and under his thin curved eyebrows were a pair of breathtaking eyes, which were very rare red, the same color as the blood-red studs on her ears.

The straight bridge of the nose, the tight thin lips, and the light smile on the lips that saw through the prosperity of the world made Jun Qianxi's originally somewhat impetuous heart quiet.

There were countless corpses lying around him, but there was not a drop of blood on his body.

He doesn't have any weapons in his hands, and being besieged by hundreds of people still makes people feel that he will be the king of Zuihou.

Suddenly there was rain in the sky, and when the cold raindrops fell on everyone's faces, the two sides finally broke the deadlock of confrontation.

The majestic spiritual power danced wildly in this space, but the besieged people did not change their faces.

Jun Qianxi couldn't help but be a little surprised, there was a faint golden light around her soul, but how huge was that spiritual power?

She even saw the space being torn apart.

In the face of such a strong siege, the man's moves in white were not too gorgeous, and his hands as white as jade brought a silver-white light, easily suppressing the attacks of hundreds of people.

He didn't make a single killer move from beginning to end, until two more people appeared, and his otherwise calm face suddenly fluctuated.

His moves finally changed from calm to aggressive, and he shot as if to get closer to the woman.

Who are those two people?

Jun Qianxi couldn't help but get closer, but no matter how close she was, she couldn't see the appearance of the two people who came later.

At this moment, the man next to the woman suddenly moved, as if he wanted to kill the other party.

At the same time, the woman also moved, as if to save the other party.

A love triangle that is alive and well.

Jun Qianxi muttered in a low voice, and suddenly her pupils dilated, and she saw the woman's hands quickly forming handprints, and several stone tablets in the sky fell from the sky......

As the stele fell, the originally stable space was torn apart and shattered.

The stele is also a weapon? Is this telling her about the usage of the stele?

As she thought so, her eyes widened to see how the woman's handprint had been made. But suddenly there was a flower in front of her, and when she opened her eyes again, there was no figure around, only graves.

Could this be the source of the Tomb of the Gods?

Are the people who died in that battle buried here?

Her head was foggy, and many of the images seemed to have been deliberately taken away.

A golden light flashed in the sky, and she slowly looked up, and a small tombstone flew in front of her from far to near.

She easily sensed the kindness emanating from the tombstone, and she had doubts in her heart, but she still reached out to take it.

The moment her fingers touched the tombstone, the gray space began to crumble and shatter.

When she opened her eyes again, she was caught in a gaze full of tenderness and sweetness.

"Awake?"

The familiar sound echoed in her ears, and it turned out that her soul had returned to her body.

PS: I'm going to take the car back in the afternoon, and the remaining five chapters will be updated in the evening! Girls come to see around nine o'clock!