I wiped the box with my sleeve and shook it slightly, "Is there a way to help Rong Ji?"

The lid of the black box trembled slightly, "There is no other way." All the power of Doumu Yuanjun is injected into the body of Drunken Qing, and the power of the mother god is no one can compete with it. This king will recuperate for some time, and you will do it yourself. ”

It fell into a slumber again, unable to respond to any call I had.

I reluctantly put away the box, staring fixedly at the close and far away of the sky.

Drunk Qing was in the rain of blood, his arms turned into sharp blades, and he shouted, "Break!"

Rong Ji was immediately knocked back a few steps by the sharp blade's palm wind, he held the Sky Slashing Sword in his hand, and there was a murderous aura between his eyebrows, "Return with the dragon!"

The sword qi of the Sky Slashing Sword turned into a silver dragon and struck towards the drunken scarlet sword qi.

The giant dragon barely swallowed the scarlet sword qi, but it suddenly exploded and extinguished, and Rong Ji spat out a mouthful of blood, and the crimson blood fell on his chest, which was particularly dazzling.

Drunk and full of energy, he spat out the fire of magma, burning the clouds under Rong Ji's feet, "Your Highness, don't worry! When I finish dealing with you, let Sister Ge accompany you on the road, and let these stupid mortals accompany you to extinguish!"

Rong Ji did not squint, and a sword pierced through the drunken heart.

Who knows, Zui Qing looked down at the Sky Slashing Sword on his chest and sneered, "As long as the mother god Yuan Shen is immortal, my physical body will never disappear." Your Highness, you have made a mistake. ”

As soon as her voice fell, her arm turned into a sharp blade again, and a sword slashed towards Rong Ji's abdomen.

Rong Ji jumped slightly, flashed behind Zui Qing, and landed firmly on the top of the blood cloud. He crouched down with the cushion he had landed, and swung his sword at the drunken shin to stab him.

As soon as Zui Qing turned around, the sharp blade was picked up from the bottom to the top, and the blade suddenly swung towards Rong Ji's neck.

Rong Ji used the Sky Slashing Sword to resist Zuiqing's fast and ruthless blade, and kept retreating.

Drunk Qing's divine power is domineering and profound, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife trembles slightly, obviously unable to parry.

The blood rain is like a waterfall, and Rong Ji is clinging to his body in a bloody clothes, like a bloodthirsty Shura, just standing in the clouds, he frightens the people of the mortal world.

Rong Ji put the bi flute to his mouth, and the sound of the rapid flute sounded, cutting through the rustle of blood rain.

The listener scratches his heart and lungs and screams to the sky, or he bleeds and dies violently. Even I felt dazed and dizzy.

Above the blood cloud, drunk Qing covered his ears, and blood and tears hung down.

In the next moment, she broke her eardrums to resist the erosion of the flute, "There are two hits, look at the move!"

The bloody rain and bloody wind were purified and washed by the sound of the flute, and it returned to its original appearance, but the strange thing was that the sky was extremely dark in an instant.

In the darkness, I saw the drunken blade swinging, bursting out with a dazzling fierce light.

Rong Ji used the Sky Slashing Sword to resist Zui Qing's seemingly disorderly, but in fact powerful and domineering attacks.

Every time they clashed, there would be a sound in the air like a tearing cloth, and blood beads would splash like stars, spreading to the entire sky.

I can't tell whether these splattered blood droplets are from Rong Ji or from Zuiqing.

In the next moment, Zuiqing condensed the divine power of his body, turned his arms into blood-red pythons, and sent a final blow towards Rong Ji, "Blood Snake Sacrifice!"

The Rong Ji Sky Slashing Sword split the sky, and the pitch-black sky suddenly burst out with countless bright lights.

North Liyue had already climbed onto the roof of the Black Wind Inn, standing side by side with me, her hands carefully protecting my stomach, fearing that I would fall off the roof.

Rong Ji lowered his head and smiled lightly at me, "Ge'er, this time, I'm obedient and not jealous." ”

"Tolerance, don't ......" Seeing the blood-red python getting closer and closer to Rongji, I was powerless, and the sense of despair spread to all my limbs.

He turned around and turned into a white dragon, as if determined to die, and crashed towards the blood-red python.

"Destroy the world!" Rong Ji's voice swirled above me.

Looking at the sky again, Rong Ji and Zui Qing died at the same time.

Ten thousand birds cried together, and the rain poured.

I never imagined that one day, the Tolerance would leave me.

Chasing the wind on the roof, with a sad face, "Crown Princess, go back to the East China Sea." ”

"No, I'm going to be here, waiting for the taboo. "I sat paralyzed in the rainstorm and my heart was desolate.

In my womb, the little girl howled and cried, "Is my father dead?

I raised my hand, slapped it on the belly, and scolded the little girl, "Shut up!

Chasing Wind and Qingshuang held my hand one after another, preventing me from hurting the little boy again.

"Crown Princess, His Royal Highness said before that the Six Realms are in turmoil, and the catastrophe he inherited for His Royal Highness will be advanced. He said that if he doesn't make it, you must live well. Chasing the wind squatted beside me and whispered.

It took me a long time to see the wind in front of me, and asked, "What else did he say?"

"He said, the Demon King Mo Zhanchen loves you no less than him. If he doesn't come back, His Highness wants you to accept the ink. Chasing the wind choked and said, the words fell, and he couldn't cry anymore.

I'm still waiting for him to break through the stratus clouds and fly towards me.

But how can he even explain what happened after his death?

I stretched out my hand and let the cold rain hit my palm, it hurt, it hurt to the heart.

Qingshuang hugged me into her arms, "Holy Maiden, if you are sad, you will cry, don't hold it in your heart." ”

I stared intently at the sky, watched the rain die down, watched the sun climb the clouds, and I was reluctant to blink, and I forgot to cry. At this time, I must not shed tears, if the tears blur my eyes, I miss the tolerance of the auspicious clouds running towards me, how is it good?

"Crown Princess, go back to the East China Sea. Your Highness has been crying all night, you must cheer up!" Chasing the wind lifted me up, "If you and Your Highness are sick, Your Highness's sacrifice will be meaningless. ”

He left in a hurry, and my life had become meaningless.

From now on, I will mess with flowers and grass, and there will be no more jealousy and temper tantrums when he spans my ass with a straight face.

From now on, I am cold or hot, full or hungry, and there is no other person who shush the cold and ask for warmth to hold me in the palm of his hand and take care of me.

Northern Liyue carefully supported me, "And girl, the festival is good. ”

I pushed him aside and muttered, "Don't touch me, you'll be unhappy to see it." ”

Looking at the leisurely and wanton floating clouds, I actually felt a little ironic.

In order to save the Six Realms, Rong Ji did not hesitate to die together with the divine power of Doumu Yuanjun to burn the heavens and destroy the earth. But the people of Lebanon, who had been reborn because of him, had forgotten his sacrifice and ran into the streets to celebrate the aftermath of their lives.

It is only now that I realize that decay does not only belong to the immortal realm, but the entire six realms have rotted into the bone marrow, and there is no cure.

Tolerate, tolerate.

How could the person who had haunted me for nearly 300 years suddenly died out?

I stared straight at the sun in the sky, and with a dizziness, I fell straight back.