Na Ao Yin felt the cold true qi emanating from Feng Liji's body, his legs trembled all the time, and he said tremblingly for a while, "Since the Great War, there is no more her breath in this world, so the little demon thinks that she has been wiped out!" ”

After he said this, the phoenix lim eyebrows seemed to be frosted, cold into the bone marrow, and black anger emanated from all over his body, soaring into the sky, as if he was furious, seeing this situation, the arrogant immediately knelt down without a trace, and pleaded with the cold-faced man like Yama, "The demon lord is above, the little demon just lied to Zhuo Wenyan to say that Sang Zhirou turned ...... in order to survive" Before he could say a word, he saw a black gas flying out of Feng Liji's hand, eroding him at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and he didn't even have time to wail, In an instant, it turned into a handful of white ash, and when the wind blew, there was nothing.

Wen Xiaoruan's eyes were a little frightened, what does it mean to kill people without blinking! Isn't this scene in front of you the best interpretation?! She really can't accept it, how can this man be so cold-blooded, but that arrogant is indeed innocent because of his evil deeds.

However, I don't know what this man did last time he let her live, and he wanted to kill her just by moving his fingers, isn't it? Why would he spare her life when she was in the cave?

Seeing the man walking towards them step by step, Wen Xiaoruan's heart seemed to have been arrested, so nervous that he couldn't do it, wouldn't it! Does this man want to get angry and kill them?!

He stood three steps away from them, and what puzzled Wen Xiaoruan was that his obviously angry face still revealed a look of shock or grief, and before he could speak, Zhuo Wenyan said coldly, "That's right, Senior Sister has fallen five hundred years ago. You don't have to do it yourself, she's gone. ”

Zhuo Wenyan's voice seemed to be a little fluctuating, as if the scene hundreds of years ago had reappeared in front of his eyes, the aura was exhausted, and the pale Sang Zhirou died in his arms like this, he couldn't bear it, it seemed that this scene made him too sad, so he turned around and summoned the flying carpet, took Wen Xiaoruan's little hand and walked up, while Yuan Ye also hurriedly stepped on the flying sword.

"Also," after sitting down, Zhuo Wenyan turned his head and said lightly towards Feng Lijian, "She doesn't owe you anything." After speaking, he took Wen Xiaoruan and drove in the direction of the extreme north.

Feng Lichen stood in place, looking at Zhuo Wenyan and his party who were gradually disappearing, he stood like this for a long time, and he didn't speak, but the previous anger obviously disappeared, and under the moonlight, he was dressed in black and almost blended with the night. The tall back looked a little deserted, as if he was the only one left in the world, like a lone wolf, looking extremely lonely.

It was a long time before the woman of the two people who came with him cautiously asked, "Demon Lord, do you want to catch up with them?" She didn't understand why the Demon Lord wanted to let go of these immortal cultivators, he obviously hated immortal cultivators the most, didn't he?

After a long time, he replied, "Go back to Lang Island." And he hid in the night, and vanished.

The closer to the extreme north, the heavier the snow became, and the colder it became, Wen Xiaoruan approached the master with some trembling, she glanced at the master, and then at Yuan Ye next to her, aren't they cold at all?

She couldn't stand it anymore, she tugged at Zhuo Wenyan's sleeve in a trance, and said pitifully, "Master, can you fly a little slower, I'm so cold!" ”

Zhuo Wenyan was immediately shocked, and said with some annoyance, "It's because the teacher hasn't thought it through, Xiao Ruan hasn't married Jin Dan yet, and it's normal to be afraid of the cold." He stretched out his hand, and saw a red bead appear on the white, bony hand, and handed it to Wen Xiaoruan, "This is the Fire Spirit Bead, Xiao Ruan will not be cold as long as he wears it on his body." ”

Wen Xiaoruan took it with some surprise, and sure enough, as soon as she took it, her body was like being surrounded by a ball of warmth, which warmly made him stretch comfortably, and it was no longer cold, just now her question came up, and she couldn't help but hug Zhuo Wenyan's arm and said coquettishly, "Master, who is Sang Zhirou?" ”

Seeing Zhuo Wenyan turn his head to look at Wen Xiaoruan, he gently touched Wen Xiaoruan's head, "Xiao Ruan can't be rude, Zhirou is the senior sister of the teacher, and your uncle's name is not to scream." Xiao Ruan's Langya Sword is Zhirou's uncle, since the uncle is gone, Xiao Ruan must practice hard to prevent the Langya sword from being dusty. ”

Wen Xiaoruan nodded thoughtfully, but his brain turned quickly, looking at the appearance of the big devil, it seemed that he hated this Zhirou master to the core, but he looked so sad to hear that she was gone, could it be that the big devil likes Sang Zhirou? No way? So what is it so pertinent, it looks like I can't wait to swallow Sang Zhirou alive?