"This is the beloved homeland of Yunxiao's predecessors, this is her home, and her family lives in it. Do you really want to destroy all of this? ”

She walked towards him step by step, and saw a moment of confusion in his red eyes, and she continued to question.

"Yi Junxiao, do you remember me? Although we have gathered less and separated more over the years, we are companions who have known each other in Tianzi Town a long, long time ago! ”

There was a bit of struggle, a little reluctance, and a bit of pain in those red eyes, and Mo Kongjing could clearly see Yi Junxiao's struggle, his resistance, and his self-salvation.

Her eyes lit up, and she finally saw a glimmer of hope, and she continued to take steps, walked in front of Yi Junxiao, and looked directly at the eyes that looked very hideous because of resistance and struggle.

"Senior Yun Xiao wants to see you stepping on auspicious clouds and holding a staff to perform heavenly punishment on all the sins and injustices in the world, do you just let her see you like this?"

"Are you—will you just let her see you like this?"

No, no, no!

He can't do that!

No!

How could such a gentle and kind mother tolerate him treating Ethereal Peak like this!

Co-living and dying with the Ethereal Peak was once a dream of my mother, and it was a hometown that I could defend with my life! How could he, as the Son of Man, be so!

He—He can't be like this!

"Ahh

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Everything seemed to end completely with the long roar in the sky.

The water curtain in front of me finally disappeared completely, and in the dark void space, everything returned to its original state.

If it weren't for the scars on his body, Mo Kongjing would almost have thought that he was just having a nightmare.

Linglong Zhu was received by her and kept in her arms, and the lonely long sword inserted on the ground was picked up by her, and Yi Junxiao, who was unconscious and unconscious, no longer had that layer of thick black mist on his body, but he fell into a deep sleep and didn't know when he would wake up.

Hu finally pulled Yi Junxiao back from the brink of collapse.

Looking at the unconscious figure on the ground, Mo Kongjing let out a long breath.

From the very beginning, she knew very well that she knew that she would not be Yi Junxiao's opponent, at least not his opponent who was caught in the magic barrier.

The fire punishment that filled the sky, she just wanted to ask, can Yun Lu, the current sect leader of the Ethereal Peak, do it?

The sight hidden in the darkness stared unwillingly at the figure that had been burned by the fire punishment, and she told herself over and over again that the enemy was much more vulnerable now than at the beginning, and the power of the three fire punishments had been able to burn all her internal organs, and now she was just the end of the crossbow.

But Hu Rou didn't dare to step forward, didn't dare to sneak attack, and didn't dare to gamble on that chance of victory at the last moment.

Because the appearance of the droplet of water was enough to raise her fear from a distance, the appearance of that droplet disrupted all her plans and deployments.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, she still has a hole card, and she will definitely be able to pull the enemy down Huangquan when the time comes!

Hu Rou thought so in her heart, and the jealous gaze finally retreated.

Hu Rou didn't know that her repeated staring and voyeurism had made her enemies vigilant, she was still immersed in her own world and unwilling to wake up, still fantasizing that her so-called hole cards could pull the mortals she hated down from the Yellow Spring!

"Yi Jun smiled, are you awake?"

Kicking the unconscious figure, Mo Kongjing felt helpless, yes, it was exactly the same situation as Yueyi.

Shaking his head helplessly, Mo Kongjing had to pull Yi Junxiao's unconscious body again and walked towards the exit of the illusory world step by step, and threw Yi Junxiao out of the dream world with an expressionless face.

In the dark void space, everything was silent, and the only remaining water curtain shimmered with colorful beauty, as if to show its extraordinary.

Yue Yi and Yi Junxiao have probably joined the others now, so Mu Ze is the only one left, I hope Mu Ze's obsession is not as deep as Yi Junxiao.

In a dead and silent void space, Mo Kongjing walked slowly and heavily towards the only remaining water curtain, a ripple of water light spread out from her, and after the familiar world swirled, the scene in front of her suddenly changed.

This is the head of the five major sects that produced many masters in the heyday - Pure Yang Sword!

On the high platform in front of the main hall were the Pure Yang Sword disciples who practiced swordsmanship in the morning, and the birds not far away were also rushing to chirp, as if they were cooperating with these young and diligent Pure Yang Sword disciples.

"Youleng Pavilion, if you don't get up again, you will be trained again."

"Oh, anyway, Shizun never cares about me, so you just let me continue to sleep for a while!"

In the disciple's dormitory, two familiar voices attracted her attention, and she walked forward, and unsurprisingly saw two familiar figures in the dormitory.

Mu Ze, who had grown into an excellent Pure Yang Sword disciple, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his jet-black hair was tied up with ribbons like other Pure Yang Sword disciples, and his still cold and handsome face did not have the stiffness that was incompatible with the world when he was young.

And Youleng Pavilion is also a handsome young man, but his expression is very different from Mu Zeting, if Mu Zeting inherits the cold and quiet demeanor of the Pure Yang Sword disciples, then he is unexpectedly lazy, and there is no trace of motivation on his handsome face.

He lazily cocked Erlang's legs and lay on the bed leisurely, as if he preferred to stay on the bed and sleep more than the other disciples who practiced diligently and sleeplessly all night.

Seeing that this time it was the same futile as before, Mu Ze shook his head helplessly and then turned around and left, "Then I don't care about you, if Shizun comes to you in person for a while, I don't care." ”

Hearing this, the cold pavilion lying on the bed shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said, "How could he come to me, he wished I was even more wasteful and unprofessional." ”

After saying this, the expression of the cold pavilion involuntarily became a little dim, and the mood also changed abruptly but it was not very obvious.

Hearing this, Mu Zeting, who was stunned, turned around again and stared at the Youleng Pavilion, but after seeing the latter's indifferent and extremely decadent expression, he could only shake his head helplessly and turn around and walk out of the disciple's house.

At that time, Mu Zeting didn't notice the somewhat complicated expression of the Youleng Pavilion, and he didn't realize what the Youleng Pavilion was thinking in advance, he only knew that the Youleng Pavilion at that time was really deserted so that he had to give up persuasion.

After Mu Ze listened to it, Mo Kongjing stared at the clear-eyed Youleng Pavilion who fell on the bed with some doubts.

At this time, it has been some years since the two of them worshiped the Pure Yang Sword, and Mu Ze's whole person has changed a lot, and he is no longer as stiff and difficult to enter as he was when he first entered the sect, and it can be seen that the Pure Yang Sword is changing and carving him step by step, making him a more and more excellent Pure Yang Sword disciple.

It's just that the situation in the Youleng Pavilion is very wrong, even if she still remembers that the young man at that time was not convinced at all and shouted, "Let the sky lose its color, and ask the Heavenly Dao to make way for it, I'm going to stand at the top!" ’

Could it be that just a few years have passed, and the Youleng Pavilion has forgotten its original intention?

(To be continued.) )