On the edge of the blood-colored sky, the space is distorted, and a man in white is holding a jade flute, closing his eyes, and slowly walking from the distorted space, step by step.

The white clothes are flawless, the jade flute is warm, the flute sound is melodious, and the blood around him is as if it can't interfere with him.

Mu Xueyang was silent, without too much movement, and flew up again.

After the song, the man in white opened his narrow eyes, and there was no trace of mortal breath in his silver-white pupils.

"Forgotten Ridge, Zuo Liangren. The man in white looked at Mu Xueyang with a smile, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, and his warm voice did not carry a trace of emotion.

"Ordered, kill you. ”

Zuo Liangren didn't have the slightest breath on his body, but he carried the coercion that even Mu Xueyang felt oppressive!

Mu Xueyang's right hand was raised, and Celong suddenly turned into a body whip again, and was held tightly by Mu Xueyang!

Mu Xueyang's realm was elevated to the realm of nothingness in an instant!

Behind her, a huge pitch-black winged phantom appeared, covering the sky and the sun!

However, Mu Tian was stunned after seeing Zuo Liangren.

The spear that was already clenched in his hand fell to the ground with a "bump", but he didn't notice it, and the whole person was stunned and motionless.

And the battle in the sky, has begun.

Mu Xueyang held the long whip, and Zuo Liangren held the jade flute.

Mu Xueyang's speed was very fast, but it was more than a dozen moves in an instant. And Zuo Liangren is just the opposite, he is always unhurried, and every move is the most ingenious.

The wind was blowing and the dust was blowing, and Mu Xueyang's long whip tightly hooked Zuo Liangren's warm jade flute!

Mu Xueyang took a step back and flew back, landed directly on the ground, and dragged Zuo Liangren in mid-air down!

Celong took off his hand and turned into a human form, and the sword appeared, evolving into six phantoms, wrapped in a faint gray light, and stabbed directly at Zuo Liangren!

Zuo Liangren's jade flute exuded a faint milky white light, spinning at his fingertips, and after the six phantoms touched the jade flute, they dissipated directly!

Mu Xueyang's left hand flipped over, and the sword was summoned, trembling, and retreated from the reef, flying out!

Zuo Liangren was still smiling, but at this time, he shook his head lightly and said:

"If there is no realm, but I don't know, why does the lord of the ridge want your life. ”

The coercion of Zuo Liangren's realm gradually spread out, solidifying this piece of heaven and earth!

Dao Realm!

Forgotten Ridge, Zuo Liangren...... It's a Dao realm existence!!

Mu Xueyang, Celong, Mu Tian, including the Lijian that was still flying in mid-air, all came to a standstill!

Mu Xueyang's pitch-black wings, the feathers are elegant and slender, the lines are clearly visible, and the gray light is shrouded, but they are still stranded and solidified, unable to move even half a minute!

Zuo Liangren walked towards Mu Xueyang step by step, the jade flute in his hand was tapped, and the sword fell to the ground as if he had lost his spirituality, his silver-white eyes swept over, and Celong and Mu Tian immediately fell into a deep sleep, and they also fell to the ground.

Finally, Zuo Liangren stood in front of Mu Xueyang.

He didn't take off Mu Xueyang's mask, but ...... directly

"Poof—"

This is, Zuo Liangren's jade flute, through the sound of Mu Xueyang's chest......!

Mu Xueyang's face turned pale, and the penetrated wound in her heart flowed blood, staining her clothes red!

Zuo Liangren beckoned, and the jade flute automatically flew back into his hand, not stained with half a cent of blood.

Zuo Liangren turned around and gently touched Mu Tian who was sleeping, and Mu Tian turned into the main body, but this body was a small, fluffy tiger cub!

Zuo Liangren picked up Mu Tian, step by step, and walked to the edge of the sky.

He still smiled, as he had been when he came, untainted by the vulgarity of the world.

The wound on Mu Xueyang's heart was not only bleeding, but also expanding......

The milky white light on the jade flute is corroding, encroaching, devouring her vitality!

The dark wing phantom behind Mu Xueyang, which covered the sky and the sun, was crushed and dissipated little by little, and the jet-black wing body gradually blurred, and finally became a soul!

And after the pitch-black wings completely turned into a soul, Mu Xueyang's body turned into powder and flew all over the sky!

Subsequently, the soul-like pitch-black wings were also directly hidden......

Here, there is no trace of Mu Xueyang anymore!

In the secret realm of Wushui, there is only one left, the unconscious Celong......