Cen Duxiao grabbed Wangshu, jumped up on tiptoe, flew in front of Feng Yi's body, raised his sword and pointed at him, and said sharply: "Do you really want to kill everyone?"

Feng Yizhi turned a blind eye to her, and said to Prince Hao: "You are right, ungrateful people do not deserve to exist in the world. ”

Prince Hao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, floating in front of him, "Master, be sober, they are all being used by others! Don't kill them all, you will regret it!"

Feng Yizhi looked down at the people who had disappeared without any power to fight back, as if he suddenly thought about it, showed a relieved smile, and said lightly: "I am very sober, I have never been so sober as at this moment." ”

"Go back. He raised his hand and waved it gently, and as soon as Prince Hao wanted to speak, the Yuan Shen turned into a dot of white light, drifting uncontrollably to the east with the wind.

Although Cen Duxiao thinks that it is not a pity for those who are bent on getting rid of the demon god to die with selfish intentions, there are not a few neutrals like Wei Linyan and Yuan Kang who blindly respect the orders of the teacher, and they will not die for their crimes.

She could only temporarily stabilize Feng Yizhi's mood, "You stop first, I'll listen to your explanation, I'll give you a chance to explain!"

"Cen Duxiao, you take yourself too seriously, you give me a chance? If you don't want to listen, let me go, do you want to tell you if you want to listen?" Feng Yizhi laughed miserably with tears in his eyes.

He was laughing at himself, laughing at the self who was enchanted by love.

The dignified god of the heavenly realm, the god who prides himself on being merciful, after giving birth to a heart, there is only one her left in the heart.

As far as he is concerned, she is really his inner demon, and he gave birth to a demonic heart!

And she, a mortal, has a heart for the world more than he, a former god, who is so great that she can forgive those who want to take advantage of her and almost kill her!

Cen Duxiao was slightly shocked, and her heart seemed to be pinched fiercely, "Those people are all living human lives! You are going to kill them because you are angry, do you treat life as child's play?"

"They're going to kill me, and you're going to tell me to stop, do you want to stop and die?" Feng Yizhi's hands unconsciously folded.

She told him to stop, so she didn't care if he lived or died!

Many people are powerless to resist and desperately await death.

The rocks tumbled down like raindrops, and the bottom of the mountain was like a huge cemetery, devouring people and burying them alive.

Cen Duxiao looked down at Wei Linyan and Yuan Kang who were dying, and said eagerly: "I'll go with you!"

Feng Yizhi looked at her, hooked his lips and smiled bitterly: "Isn't it against your heart that you say this?"

Cen Duxiao clenched the hilt of the sword, his knuckles clicked, and said with certainty: "It's not against your heart, it's sincere, as long as you let them go!"

Wangshu trembled and let out a crisp sword roar, as if he had to kill the demon in front of him to calm down.

Her eyes were filled with cold killing intent, and Feng Yi's heart sank suddenly, "What if I'm biased?"

She had murderous intentions, she wanted to kill him, she was really waiting for Wangshu to become a heavenly sword!

She said that believing him was just a delaying tactic, just to save the people under the mountain, and those people wanted his life bent on him, how could he not hate!

"Then don't blame me for being polite!" Cen Duxiao swung her sword at him with all her might, even if the current Wangshu couldn't kill him, she had to do her best to stop him.

Feng Yi came out of his palm, and a black force hung in his palm, and Wang Shutun couldn't get any closer in front of him.

His eyes were full of wounds, and he said coldly: "If you want to kill me, you don't have the ability!"

Cen Duxiao stabilized the Wangshu in her hand, and once again exerted her strength forward, and the spiritual power in her body was running rapidly, flowing from her fingertips to the blade of Wangshu's sword, and a sharp red light emitted from the sword when she landed.

The red light and black qi violently impacted, forming two arc-shaped light barriers in front of them.

The light-emitting barrier shielded them from each other, and they couldn't help each other for a while.

She tried her best to push Wangshu, but there seemed to be a wall in front of her that could not be broken through, and she said: "If you kill someone, you will be counterattacked, and so many people have died today, don't you feel pain? For your own sake, you shouldn't kill again!"

The two of them were suspended in mid-air, and two forces rose into the sky, as if they were in the center of a storm, and two rays of light and shadow, one white and one red, loomed in the black fog, as if dawn and night collided with each other, and the wind blew their hair and clothes flying.

A wisp of green silk brushed across Feng Yizhi's face, unable to hide the sadness in his expression, "You revealed my weakness to the people in the Xianmen, didn't you want to put me to death? What does this mean now? What does it matter to you if I am in pain or not?"

Feng Yizhi's every word and every look seemed to be a thorn, stabbing into Cen Duxiao's heart, and she said calmly: "I didn't, I never told anyone about your weaknesses. ”

She actually wondered who else would spread his Achilles' heel.

She resented herself even more that she still felt sorry for him, she should have died to him a long time ago, from now on, she could only hate him, he was a murderer!

"Really?" a glimmer of starlight flashed in Feng Yizhi's eyes, as if hope had been ignited again.

It's normal for her to not believe him and hate him, he never told her about the cause and effect, she doesn't know why she misunderstands him again and again, shouldn't he look away?

The overlapping voices in his ears reminded him: "She wants to kill you, just like in her previous life, she only wants your life!"

Cen Duxiao avoided his melancholy gaze: "I really don't, believe it or not." He always said she didn't believe him, but didn't he also disbelieve what she said?

Feng Yizhi lowered his eyes, silent, the resentment in his heart eased slightly, he waved his sleeves and covered his hands, and the loud rumbling sound that resounded in the sky stopped abruptly, and suddenly everything was silent.

Everyone was surprised, looked around, and looked at the sea of flowers in the valley, but found that there were no abyssal cracks, and there were no undulating mountains.

Cen Duxiao looked around and saw that everyone was out of danger, she controlled the red power in her palm, and withdrew to Wangshu.

She found that she couldn't understand the person of Fengyi again, he had good intentions after all?

The falling rocks were hallucinations, but Yi Han's death was real, and she couldn't get out of the emotions of sadness and resentment for a while.

She thought it through, she didn't need to understand him, he killed Yi Han, she had to avenge her master!

Feng Yizhi stared at everyone, and his voice was as cold as a cold winter ice ling: "This time I will let you go for the time being, if anyone in the future does not try to encircle and suppress my Qingchen Sect again, next time it will not be an illusion!"

Everyone had a chill, the illusion just now was too real, and many people did not slow down, and they were still trapped in the horror and despair of the destruction of the world.

Some people "came back from the dead", slipped away with the sword, and vowed never to be involved in the encirclement and suppression of the Qingchen Sect and Fengyi as enemies.

Although Feng Yizhi killed some people, he did not destroy this world in the end, indicating that the destruction of the demon god is only a possibility.

Perhaps, they can breathe a sigh of relief for a while and live with a fluke mentality?