Cen Duxiao looked up at Feng Yizhi, who was searching for something.

She sneered, was he looking for Huashan to find out if there was anything alive?

It's dawn, isn't it a pity that he hasn't killed everyone yet?

Feng Yizhi saw her dragging the sword, and when the tip of the sword slashed across the ground, there was a bright white light, and as she walked slowly, Wangshu showed a strange star carving as if it had transformed.

She obviously didn't notice the change in Wangshu, and the cold murderous aura in her eyes was about to overflow.

She only had one thought of killing him at the moment.

Feng Yizhi stared at Wangshu, and a trace of white and pure light continued to gush out of the clouds, which was absorbed into the blade of the sword by Wangshu.

He knew in his heart what it was.

He suddenly calmed down, and stopped looking for who was in charge of it all. There are so many people who want his life, including her.

He was tired, really tired, and he didn't want to seek revenge on the Emperor of Heaven, and he didn't want to pursue it anymore.

It's ridiculous that everyone wants to kill him with her hand, and it only takes a little trick to make her hate him to the core.

She has a demon god in her body that combines resentment and evil thoughts.

It was too simple to arouse her resentment.

Her pitiful trust made his heart rekindle again and again.

What silly!

So unwilling!

But so what?

He should have died a long time ago, he had planned to die with the power of the demon god, but she had rekindled his hope and made him mistakenly think that he could be with her with uncontrollable evil power.

It was he who was wrong.

From the beginning to the end, if he is not able to save himself, how can he save her, and how can he benefit all sentient beings?

Save her, save her as a demon god, save this world from destruction?

He can't do it!

He can't do anything! He can't do anything!

He is so arrogant! Who can't do without this world? He is really arrogant!

He was naïve for more than 3,000 years......

She didn't need him, and the common people didn't need him, and instead of making the world better, he intervened in the world, but killed so many people.

Yi Han, Nie Chunying, and Yi Shugui all died because of him in reality and fiction.

He lifted his thick and slender eyelashes, and no matter how carefree his eyes were, there was only deathly silence, and he slowly spoke: "Do you really want everyone to come back to life?"

Cen Duxiao's eyes were full of fierce light, and she asked angrily, "What are you asking this for? You killed everyone, what are you asking about this now?"

"I ...... That's it. Feng Yizhi shook his head with a smile and muttered to himself, "I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'll try my best." ”

Cen Duxiao snorted in disbelief, and her tone was extremely sarcastic: "You can bring everyone back to life?"

What is he talking about? Does he know what he's talking about?

Kill them all, and say that there is a way to bring them back to life, so that you can alleviate your sins?

She was in tears, but a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips: "I stabbed you, and then healed your injuries, can I write it off?"

"Yes, you're right, you can't write it off, it's my ......" Feng Yizhi closed his eyes in pain, his eyelashes trembling.

The sun broke through the clouds, and the morning light shone on his handsome face, and there was something shiny on his eyelashes.

Did he cry?

This man was covered in wounds, and he didn't cry when the pain was unbearable, why did he cry at this time?

"It's because I'm too persistent, why don't I hate you, why don't I hate you when you treated me like that?" Feng Yizhi opened his eyes, his eyes moist, and asked himself repeatedly.

Cen Duxiao saw that his clear eyes were soaked with tears, but she couldn't bear it, and her heart hurt like being stung by a poisonous scorpion.

"Stab me, and then heal me, so that I mistakenly think that you have a place for me in your heart, so that's why I ......" Feng Yizhi sighed, and suddenly realized, "I was confused." ”

Cen Duxiao couldn't understand what he was saying, most of her past with him was her fantasy, why did he look like he had experienced so much pain with her?

He had killed the people she cared about, so why was he so grief-stricken?

She really doesn't understand!

However, seeing that he was sad and sad, she was once again shamefully shaken, and everything he did for her was real?

Did Yi Shugui deceive her?

It's messy......

It's messy in my head, and it's even more messy in my heart......

There was a seed sprouting in her heart, telling her repeatedly that this was false, that it was an illusion, and that her previous doubts were not something she thought too much about.

Feng Yizhi has paid so much for her, she should believe him, she said that she would believe him unconditionally.

She lowered her arms and hoped that Shu would fall to the ground with a "dang long".

Just as she hesitated, she seemed to hear someone talking, and she clearly recognized that it was Mo Yan's voice.

"Quick, she's waking up, hurry up and pull her soul out!"

"Fusang loves my face and Zhang Yan's soul, and he said that as long as Zhang Yan and I become one, he will never leave me again. ”

"Are you sure she won't wake up?"

What the?

She turned around and looked around but couldn't find where Mo Ran was.

It dawned on her.

Feng Yizhi once said that she was Mo Ran, and he also condensed her soul for her.

Is this the reason why?

Did she really survive in Mo Ran's body?

He traded his life for her several times and almost died, so the person he loved was not Mo Ran, nor her Cen Duxiao, but her and Mo Ran became one?

It's ridiculous!

Is that still her? With the body of a half-demon carrying her soul, is that her Cen Duxiao?

Yi Shugui's pupils changed color, the inky black swallowed the whites of his eyes in an instant, and the black lines like rhizomes crawled all over his entire face, and he suddenly rushed to her and snatched Wang Shu, "Cen Duxiao, you are reluctant to kill him, then you go to die with him!"

Yi Shugui held Wangshu in his hand and hung directly in front of Cen Duxiao, and at the moment when it reached her chest, a red shadow swept by, blocking in front of her.

Cen Duxiao looked at Feng Yizhi's straight back in astonishment, and the glowing white light of Wangshu pierced his chest!

His blood splattered into her eyes, and she rubbed them and opened them again, and her eyes were blood-red, as if the color of his clothes was imprinted in her eyes.

He has blood?!

Only then did she see that Wangshu had become a heavenly sword state, something was wrong with Wangshu, something was wrong here!

Wangshu has become a heavenly sword, it can kill him, it can kill him!

She hated him to death, she wanted to kill him, why did he save her?

And Shugui, what happened to Shugui?

What the hell is going on!

She had almost forgotten to think, only to feel that the whole sky was dark and the night was forever dark, and the whole world fell into dead silence and lost hope, and then a long buzzing sound rang in her ears, and her brain was about to explode.

She quickly caught him as he fell like a fallen leaf, and trembled and held him in her arms.

She trembled and trembled, she was suddenly very frightened, her heart hurt as if her heart was broken into pieces, and at the same time she had a trace of illusion, and said helplessly: "You can't die, you can't die, this is fake, right......? You tell me it's fake, isn't it?"