"This ......" Qin Xiao looked in a trance for a while, and stretched out his hand to the White Bone Throne, which seemed to be close at hand.

Jun frowned without a trace, held her outstretched hand from behind, took the person into his arms, and turned his head to find that Jun Qian also had a complicated face, his hands hanging down at his sides, clenched into fists.

On the throne, the black-robed man sat upright, his ten fingers crossed on his chest, his thin lips pursed slightly, as if smiling rather than smiling. The purple eyes on the bridge of the tall nose are slightly narrowed, the eyes are like a galaxy, the eyes seem to be warm, but in fact they are domineering and cruel, it is a random sweep, and it is enough to make people sink.

However, it has nothing to do with the word compassion.

The man's skin is pale and transparent, with faint cyan veins. His chin was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking chuckle, revealing a full languid taste.

He slowly rose from his throne and walked forward, as if to walk out of the door of the living.

Time was in a step, as if to stand still, and he walked up to the woman and stood side by side with her.

It seems that in this heaven and earth, only he and her are left.

The woman stood on tiptoe slightly, slowly raised her pale and slender hand, and carefully reached out to caress the man's face.

Trembling fingertips slammed through the man's body, and the woman looked up in amazement, looking at the fading phantom and the looming figure on the Throne of Bones in the Gate of Living, she suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, revealing the madness of destroying the world, whirling and stirring between heaven and earth.

It's more of a melancholy that can't go back.

Sorrow replaces the color of the sun, impregnating all beings and the earth. The woman once again raised the killing sword in her hand and pointed it at the sky.

Silent, silent for a long time.

Just as the phantom vanished and almost completely melted into nothingness, the man on the throne of the Gate of Living suddenly opened his eyes, and a kind of scorching anger burst out from his dark purple eyes, a monstrous rage of hatred that seemed to burn everything.

What he could not see was hope, only despair.

The moment he opened his eyes, the beings could no longer control their limp knees, and trembled and fell to their knees. Blood flowed from their seven orifices, and their faces slowly showed a painful look, and the flesh and blood also faintly showed faint signs, as if the next moment was about to collapse.

At the same time, the long sword in the woman's hand swung fiercely towards the rising sun in the east, as if it would split it in half.

The sun trembled in the east, and the whole world began to turmoil. The sound of fighting was monstrous, and the terrible screams were endless.

There was blood in the eyes of the ancient demons, as if this hatred had been around for a long time; The army of skeletons was not sane, and their eyes seemed to be filled with sorrow and resentment.

Under the protection of the rising sun in the east, the Terran warriors also resisted. Stumps were everywhere, broken armor was scattered, corpses piled up into mountains, bleeding and drifting. In the splash of flesh and blood, the whimpering removal rose with the cold north wind, faintly revealing a desolation, with a trace of resolute pathos.

The woman held the flute made of white bone in her palm, and bursts of mournful music flew out of the bone flute and drifted across the continent with the wind. She lowered her eyes slightly, and glanced at the mortal beings lightly.

In her eyes, there are no demons, no skeletons, no human race, no gods, no immortals, and there are only ants.

She slowly closed her eyes, and the world seemed to slowly close the curtain as she closed her eyes.

The rising sun seemed to be dyed with sorrow, and the light converged, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into gray and red.

In a few moments, the rising sun suddenly burst into a scorching light. The sky shook as soon as it shook, and countless demons were swept by the light, and their bodies began to swell, deform, and explode into pieces.

The rain of blood rained down, and the blood feed aroused the ferocity of the demons even more, and they tore apart the human body with their sharp claws, and threw them into the air, as if demonstrating against the rising sun.

Blood-colored clouds briefly blocked out the sunlight. As a result, more deaths, more bodies thrown into the sky.

The sound of the flute turned sharply, sharp and passionate.

The Crimson Demon ran across the land, and the sound was heavy and powerful, like a beating war drum.

In the confrontation between the Hall of Living and the Hall of Death, there is a gaze that is condensed and sad, as if it can see through the past and the future.

The hall of living souls is opened, the treasure light is dense, the light rain clears the dust, the five spirits open the way, and the immortals come in the clouds.

In the hall, the middle-aged man in the red-striped emperor's robe was not angry but mighty, and sat on the dragon chair with a frown at the moment: "The lonely yin is not born, and the lonely yang is not long." Why don't you understand! ”

"Even you call me that!" The woman gritted her teeth hatefully, raised her lotus arm lightly, and attacked the man with a wave of her sword with her fingers. It's just that, under the irritation, I lost my head; It's still her, and she can't bear to hurt him at all.

"Firefly ......" The man pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, sighed lightly, and raised his hand to pull her, "Although these three realms are rich in aura, they can only be absorbed by his natives, and they are never a place to stay for a long time, why do you insist on fighting each other?" ”

"Fate cannot be violated."

"Since you can't kill me, let me go home." The man couldn't help but say, and walked away with the woman who was writhing and struggling. Halfway through, he looked back and glanced lightly, "He's coming soon, let's disperse when it's time to disperse, don't let him see the joke." ”

Before the woman asked, who the so-called "he" was, she saw that the demons below were defeated. The man spoke loudly, but the thin voiceprint was the heaviest shackle for the demons, so that they could not move, and could only be slaughtered.

The human race rushed up, with the longing for their old friends, with the pain of losing their loved ones, and used their last strength, not for struggle, but for revenge.

In the blood-washed earth, there is no trace of demons anymore. There is no Hall of Life and Hall of the Necrons, there is no shore and the other shore, some are just the present, and some are just the relieved morning sun and a certain group that is still breathing.

After this battle, there was no sorrow or joy.

Until the surrounding scenery dissipated and the monotonous stone chamber in the cave was restored, Qin Xiao looked at the bleak stone wall and still did not come back to his senses.

"What are you showing us?" Jun Qian looked at Jun Qian with a thoughtful expression.

"It's not what I want you to see, it's what Phoenix Blood wants you to see." Jun Mad said, "Probably, she doesn't want to tell her own story, so she will use such a relationship to prevaricate." ”

Jun Qian shook his head disapprovingly: "It's clear that you can explain things in one or two sentences, so why bother making a fuss." ”

It's not that there are no immortals in this place, it's because immortals are also imported species, but they can't adapt to the living environment of the Three Realms, so they can only retreat.

To talk about this battle, the scene is quite big, but Jun Qian is very dissatisfied.

Killing, pure killing, and it seems to have originated from a husband and wife fight......

It's like hitting someone else's house for no reason, making a mess of others, and then patting their butts and leaving.

Where does this call people to reason?

If it is exciting, it is better for him to secretly manipulate the powerful race against the monks of the Six Realms.

"That's why I said that the phoenix blood is prevaricating us." Jun Mad shrugged his shoulders regretfully, "There are still some origins in it, I'll tell you later." ”

(End of chapter)