The whirlpool turned, like the rattling sound of the slow-moving gears, and the whole sky became extremely silent, except for the cold wind whistling like a knife, and the snowflakes at night became extremely bright under the reflection of the moonlight, revealing endless desolation.

"Whew......" The corners of Sima Zhao's mouth were hideous, and he let out a terrible wail, and his hands held the fingers that were in the center of his eyebrows, but he couldn't resist the gray breath of death, which frantically invaded his eyebrows, straight to his mind, and shattered the residual consciousness in his mind.

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!!" Sima Zhao's pale face was like the cracked porcelain cracking into irregular cracks.

"Click!" his face shattered, as if the glass shards suddenly shattered, from the head down, all turned into powder, and at the moment when his body was shattered, when his primordial spirit wanted to escape, he was pinched by a palm that was almost shriveled and died, and turned into pieces in his terrible wail, and the energy condensed by the primordial spirit also shot towards the whirlpool in the flick of his fingers, and the entire whirlpool also became more and more condensed in the rotation, without the previous rage, more and more stable.

Mo Yi staggered his steps, the python behind him was covered in blood, the flesh was blurred, the bones were exposed, the bones were white, and he was lying weakly on the potholed earth back and forth**, his voice was slight and powerful, and a pair of blood-soaked eyes looked at Mo Yi in the blink of an eye, as if there was endless sorrow, but there was endless joy.

"You're tired, take a good rest! I'll take care of you!" Mo Yi whispered softly, and the whole person staggered to sit next to him, reaching out his skinny palm to caress every inch of the python's skin, with endless sorrow in his heart, as if he wanted to deeply remember this partner who had been with him in battle, remembering every scar that went deep into the flesh and bones, the corners of his mouth were filled with the past, and a man and a beast chattered quietly in the snowy night for half an hour.

"It's going to be a good day!!" Mo looked up at the bright moon, endless and pure, as if he could see that tomorrow's sun would rise in the east and a new day would start again!

There is no war, no fighting, there is just the harmony of the clansmen, full of laughter and laughter, and there is no sorrow of the past.

Mo Yi's footsteps slowly walked towards Mo Li, who had been in a coma, as if at this moment he really saw that the child had really grown up, his eyes were full of endless and love, his kind face turned into a slight smile at this moment, he raised his hand, a knife and a piece of carved wood in his hand, the knife fluttered, sawdust flew, the smart and natural blade walked on the carved wood, every stroke was filled with his feelings, his emotions, and even all his thoughts, only because of this carving, his body and even his soul were walking with the blade, gradually, when the sawdust fell, a lifelike statue was condensing, and the handsome and black hair fell on both shoulders, a pair of dark and divine pupils stared ahead, looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking, and he didn't know what was behind his heart!

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Mo Yi kept coughing at the moment, and even the blood came out with the falling of the voice, and the whole person seemed to become more and more old in an instant, and the nostrils and even the eye holes were dripping with wisps of blood, and the whole person looked extremely scary.

The whirlpool that appeared on the sky dome became solid at this moment, and it was completely stabilized, and the stars on the star dome twinkled and moved with the whirlpool, as if the shining of these stars were closely related to it, only the suspended moon was still showing endless moonlight all the time.

The wind was blowing, the cold wind was howling, and the dead earth seemed to fall into a deep sleep, only the snowflakes falling from the sky like stars fell on the ground, falling in the heart, cold and cold.

Mo Yi sat cross-legged behind Mo Li, his hands quickly forming a seal, only to see an extremely real and realistic blood line appear on his body at this moment, the blood line was as thick as an arm, like a dragon entrenched on his back.

"Bang Bang!!" Mo Yi raised his palm with difficulty, and kept slapping on Mo Li's back, each blow seemed to condense all his strength, and each blow had a faint aura that was born and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Seventy-seven and forty-nine palms were slapped in full, and the position and even strength of each palm were different, as if there was a little-known law.

"Wow!" With the fall of the last palm, a palm print twice the size of an ordinary person's palm suddenly appeared on Mo Li's originally bloodstained back, and the palm print was filled with a jet-black luster, as if it was no longer eroding his essence and even flesh and blood all the time.

"Bang bang bang!!" Mo Yi's face was solemn, and the sweat on his forehead was visible even in the cold winter, only to see his palm slowly push towards his upper chest, and his palm was covered with endless blood light, crackling and slapping on all parts of the black palm.

"Snort!" As soon as the bloody palm touched, it suddenly made a crackling sound like glass, and the power of qi and blood surging like a flood continued to bombard the palm print.

"Boom, boom!" Mo Li's body sounded from time to time with a muffled sound, only to see that his face looked extremely painful, as if he was invisibly pulled by the palm print, and even the power of qi and blood in his body was also operating on its own in the dark, reflecting Mo Yi's palm power from afar, impacting the palm print.

"Boom, boom!"

Gritting his teeth, Mo Yiyang opened his hands, pinched the seal in his palm, and the blood line on his back like a dragon dissipated violently, turning into an endless and surging power of qi and blood condensed in the palm of his hand, and the palm continued to bombard the palm print, and the sneering sound continued, and Mo Li's face became hideous, the corners of his mouth continued to overflow with black blood, and the qi and blood in his body also reversed in the attack, wreaking havoc and destroying the already dilapidated flesh.

And this bombardment lasted for half an hour, and Mo Yi's face became more and more pale, and even his qi and blood became exhausted.

"Smack!" The body jumped up, Mo Yi stretched out his palm and gently touched Mo Li's eyebrows, the soft energy seemed to penetrate through the skin, invade the qi and blood, and go straight to his mind, and the sound seemed to break like a fragment.

"Wow!" Mo Yi staggered to the ground, and the whole person gradually turned into ashes, but the head condensed a bead like a relic at this moment, which was his primordial spirit, without any hesitation, without any hesitation, and instantly rushed to the whirlpool in the sky.

Like flowing water, the whirlpool moved rapidly, exuding a huge suction force, raging the earth with the moonlight, and even the sitting Mo Li was like a light swift being swallowed......

The whirlpool vanished, the earth vanished, leaving behind endless corpses, and the sky was unrecognizable and devastated......