There was a bang, and a rush of rocks rolled into an unknown darkness.

Mo Zhiyu shook his head and woke up from the pile of rubble, but he was still wrapped in the stones around him and rolled forward, indicating that he had not yet fallen to the bottom. So he slashed at the nearby pile of rubble with his knife, cutting a gap, and he got out before it coalesced.

As soon as he got out of the pile of rocks, it was as if he had entered a large space, but in front of him was the rock wall, and she stabbed the knife forward again, digging deep into the rock wall.

But the speed of his fall was so fierce that the blade pierced into the rock wall and still cut down a distance of more than a foot before stopping.

At this time, Mo Zhiyu can be regarded as truly relieved.

Then he realized that the place was not pitch black, and although the light on the surface was not strong, his eyes were good enough to see everything here.

And here, he's been here.

Here, under a cliff.

Mo Zhiyu was now relatively close to the bottom of the cliff, so he glared at the rock wall with one foot, pulled out the ink knife violently, and then jumped behind him reflexively, and landed steadily at the bottom of the cliff.

The foot that was trampled off by Wusa before was almost better, but Mo Zhiyu was still a little limping when he walked, he looked up and looked up, and slowly walked back, when he saw the light from the top of the cliff, he was finally sure, this is the place where he killed the true body of the demon dragon of Tian Khan.

It's a dramatic result to go around and around and get back to where you started.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind Mo Zhiyu, and he turned around vigilantly, and saw that a pile of rubble had collapsed in front of him, and Wusa had fallen from the pile of rubble.

Although Wusa was hit hard by the impact just now, he was not dead, and he was still holding the Tian'a Sword.

When he saw Mo Zhiyu, his eyes turned red with anger, like two pools of bright blood.

Wusa roared like a beast, raised the Tian'a Sword in his hand, and without using any skill or strength, he slashed towards Mo Zhiyu in the most primitive way.

And Mo Zhiyu could only clench his hands, he had already spent all his strength just now, and now, he could only bear this blow in the most primitive way, he didn't know if he could withstand the blow of the Tian'a Sword.

Seeing that the quaint sword body of Tian'a Sword was about to fall on his head, he suddenly saw that Mo Zhiyu's eyes were dark, not that he had fainted or died, but that a shadow suddenly jumped out, grabbed Wusa's hand, reversed Wusa's wrist, and stabbed Tian'a Sword into Wusa's body.

Mo Zhiyu looked at this shadow and shouted in surprise: "Senior brother——?!! ”

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Outside Tianjian Mountain, the dark clouds in the sky were slowly receding, revealing a brilliant starry sky. Everyone in Monheslegri breathed a sigh of relief, which showed that the matter in the mountain had been resolved, and this crisis was finally over.

It turned out that everything was just a day, and even a day was not over, just from the morning light to the late night.

Luo Bingqing and the other elders silently packed up Heyin's scattered robes and solemnly put them into a wooden box, and when all the dust settled, they would definitely hold a grand funeral for Heyin, which was the honor that Heyin should enjoy.

But suddenly, the crowd was in a commotion, and Luo Bingqing turned around and saw a circle of light suddenly light up in the air.

At this moment, everyone panicked again, worried that something had happened in the mountains.

Then they saw a giant long-haired cat rush out. Although this long-haired giant cat is very rare, most of the people in Tianjian Mountain still know it, because this is a cat raised by Mo Zhiyu.

The giant cat fell to the ground first, and then, as if it had exhausted all its strength, it fell to the ground and fainted on the spot, and the people of Heavenly Sword Mountain and the Evil Sect immediately launched a rescue.

Immediately following the giant cat falling out of the aperture were three people, two women and one man. These three people are also quite familiar to everyone, of course, Cheng Qixue, Luo Bingqian and Hu Hansan.

As soon as Cheng Qixue fell to the ground, she was also weak, but her eyes were bloodshot and tearful, she opened her mouth, as if she was calling for some name, but in the end, she also fainted.

Luo Bingqian, who landed in the last step, still had more energy, she shook off Hu Hansan, who was holding him, and planned to return to the aperture in the air, but she suddenly felt that her hand was too light, because Hu Hansan's weight and strength She was still very clear, and she shouldn't just throw it off so easily.

She immediately had a bad premonition in her heart, and immediately turned around, and saw Hu Hansan slowly falling to the ground, but his body was already covered with blood, like a red plum that blooms in winter.

But looking at Hu Hansan's torn chest placket, Luo Bingqian clearly saw that the blood vessels on Hu Hansan's body were bursting inch by inch!

"Hu Hansan!" Luo Bingqian took a step forward and dragged Hu Hansan's huge body, and now this body was light and fluttering, as if it were an empty shell.

Luo Bingqian hugged Hu Hansan in a panic and slowly knelt on the ground, she saw Hu Hansan like this now, and her voice couldn't help but tremble: "Hu ...... Hu Hansan...... How did you...... You don't want to die! ”

Hu Hansan leaned on her arms, a pair of squinting eyes tried to open to the maximum, he wanted to speak, but a mouth could only gush blood, and he couldn't stop gushing blood, and all the words were vague into the blood.

"No, no, Hu Hansan, you don't want to die!" Luo Bingqian immediately pressed the veins on Hu Hansan's hand with one hand, instilling Yuan Li into him.

But the Yuan Li she poured into it was like pouring it into a broken jar, and it immediately dispersed, and she couldn't keep it.

She was a little devastated, I don't know why it was like this, she was fine before, how could it be like this?!

"He's going to die, give it a good time." A faint voice sounded above her head, Luo Bingqian looked up, and saw a face very similar to her, it was her mother, Luo Bingqing.

"No, mother!" Luo Bingqian's hand stained with Hu Hansan's blood grabbed Luo Bingqing's sleeve, she looked at her mother, her eyes were the last hope, she begged, prayed, "Mother, you have a way, you save him, save him!" ”

"It's useless." Luo Bingqing turned Luo Bingqian's hand over, and a yuan force came out, and Luo Bingqian's hand had an extra turquoise three-edged short thorn, which belonged to Luo Bingqian's natal magic weapon - Qingxing Thorn.

This is Luo Bingqing's answer, even Luo Bingqing is helpless, he can only give Hu Hansan a good time!

(End of chapter)