The wood fell in the raging fire, thinking about Zhixi's gentle and ethereal appearance when he first saw Zhixi in the secret realm. One by one, she was blowing back the phoenix wood flowers that were knocked down to the ground by Dian'er, and when she was blown back to the phoenix branches, she was wearing this thorn hairpin.

The edge of the wooden graft that he was looking forward to was going to end in the form of cremation.

Tears flowed from Muluo's eyes, tears could not extinguish the fire, the fire burned him painfully, but it could not hurt the distress he cultivated when he cultivated his gods.

When the fox clan arrived, they thought that they could turn the tide like they had done before to protect the secret realm, but in the end, when the secret realm was about to fall, they couldn't do anything. The White Fox, the Ink Fox, and the sect masters of the other sects and sects of the Fox Clan who were canonized as gods were all turned into prostrate corpses at Zhixi's feet.

If they knew that this was the end, would they still come without hesitation? Like the immortals of other races, how good is it to slip away and hide in the heavens? However, the fox clan is a fool with a tendon, which is not so much like a detachment, but rather a separation from the true nature of the fox clan.

If you don't pull away, a waste ghost, a waste god, the foot strength is slow. When they arrived, the heavens were littered with corpses. They looked at the hideous and unrecognizable Zhixi in front of them, it was a resentful spirit that had been transformed by the resentment of the accumulated corpse, although occasionally for a moment, it could still conjure up the appearance of Zhixi's human form, but in most cases, it was just a pile of rotten, ugly and stubborn branches.

"Stop! Don't get into trouble again! For the first time in his life, he scolded Zhixi with a fierce voice and completely from the heart. The dead in front of him, Peony, Tuli, White Fox, his fox clan, Dian Er, one by one, cut his heart, his blood, and his flesh. He walked among the corpses of his loved ones, screaming on his back.

How much he loved her before, how much he hated now. The corpses of the dead are all his dearest and dearest. Moreover, she was so cruel that she didn't even have a chance to die. If it's gone, it's gone, and no one can hope for anything.

"Weird." In the face of everything in front of him, he still guarded the indifference and reason that he was accustomed to seeing life and death, but that reason was also framed. He expected that Zhixi, who could carry the power of the Six Realms, would be strong enough to destroy the Wandering Garden, kill the gods of the Heavenly Realm, and be enough to ascend to the position of the heroine and replace Niangniang, but what he didn't expect was that Zhixi's heart was not strong enough to be as determined by Fuxi back then, even if her body was capable of carrying it, her heart still collapsed, and she was not controlled by her own consciousness at all.

If it was understandable and unforeseen to kill the impostor gods who had framed the Chaos Gods and mutilated the flesh and blood of their descendants, then now, her frenzied killing of innocents and slaughtering all the heavens was not his original intention at all. The situation was far beyond his control.

Zhixi has made a big disaster, and no one has ever been in a big disaster.

Niangniang's emergency summoning of the Six Realms order, soon gathered the Six Realms to eliminate the rebel soldiers, they, standing on the periphery of the position where Wei Ruo stood, inside is the corpse of the god, standing there and Zhixi bloody fight Niangniang, Niangniang's hand of the Sky Devouring Bottle, all of Zhixi's gnawing and entanglement devoured half, and then, between the corpses, crying bitterly a waste of God and leave. These demon soldiers, demon generals, ghost soldiers, demon soldiers, and demon generals can't even believe their eyes. The scene in front of them is also out of their imagination before they came.

At the moment when they received the order from the mother, they were still hesitating, did this mean that the heavenly realm wanted to play some tricks and summon them all to it, did they want to catch them all, or did they want to kill chickens and monkeys and show their might? Because in the past, when the heavens called them, it was either to destroy them or to show off.

When there was really trouble, such as the rebellion of the secret realm, they never expected anything from the so-called 'outer realm' creatures to help. Therefore, this time, when they came, they were still lazy and weak, and when they saw the scene of the Heavenly Realm being destroyed in one day, they could not do anything but dementia.

"Don't go and help yet." If he spoke, he ordered his ghost realm generals, the ghost realm king, and did not even go out in person, which shows that in the past, all walks of life had prejudices against the ruling clan.

"Young master? You? The general was shirking, thinking, the young master himself is standing here and watching, why do you want us pawns to die?

"My martial arts are useless!" He yelled at him, "Do you have to let me die before you before you obey the order?" On weekdays, I'm the one who spoils you. ”

The word 'spoiled' came out of the mouth of the young master of the underworld, who has always been known for his ruthlessness and unrighteousness, no matter how you listen to it, it is also awkward. However, in fact, the underworld is indeed not as cold as the outside world rumores, on the contrary, it is more equal than the human world and the other four worlds. Because only in the face of death can everyone be truly equal. Sooner or later, whether it is a god or a demon, a man or a ghost, in the end, there is no escape from the final fate.

"Okay, then I'll take the lead." If you don't fly to the bark of Zhixi, cut it off. A piece of cold broken jade, not even scratching her skin, it really didn't hurt or itch.

"Weird." Wei Ruo couldn't help but shout.

Behind him, those of the ghost clan, seeing that their masters had gone into battle, went forward one after another, and they all came to die. Another piece died. In the other worlds, seeing the situation, they all slipped away to save their lives, and they were entangled back by Zhixi. All to the funeral in front of him. Niangniang, seeing it, couldn't support it anymore, and the only thing left in the Sky Eater was the handle she held in her hand.

Out of grief and anger. The little hope that remained in his heart was shattered without a trace. He stood up, his eyes regained the decisiveness and tenacity of the green fox that he had never known Zhixi before, he silently recited the order, summoned Zhan Lu, held it in his hand, majestic. Then, he took away all the turbidity and green swords he had given to Zhixi from her, because what was once the most important thing to him has now become a murder weapon in her.

Turbidity has followed Zhixi for many years, and her breath has established an emotional connection with her blood, especially her left arm. Now, when she was away from the recall, she felt a little pain. For Zhixi, who was numb to killing gods, this pain, although it didn't make her change her mind, at least it touched a trace of her heartstrings.

Without the help of the Turbidity Annihilation Green Sword, Zhixi's ugly thick vine body began to lose most of its support, becoming more fragile, more fragile, and even, in a short time, her weak human form appeared frequently.

However, she did not stop, and the moment the turbidity was pumped away, she felt the pain of being cramped and bloody, and then, just, she glanced back at Liyu, and then, with her long vines, she whipped him to the ground, and then turned her head again, and was about to devour Niangniang. seized the throne, and actually invaded all her consciousness. Allowed, that was her original intention, but she has always been too good at hiding herself, so she won't be noticed by others.

He was lying on the ground, covered in bruises, scarred, and bloodstained from being whipped everywhere, and he looked hopelessly at Niangniang, who was afraid that it would be difficult to support him, and the reinforcements he could not count on had become deserters or corpses, and he knew that he no longer had the capital to hesitate. Time has pushed him to the edge of the cliff, and it is not him who is dying, but everything he cherishes, which makes him a hundred times more uncomfortable than his own death.

He lifted Zhan Lu and threw it towards Zhixi, and at that moment, he closed his eyes. He couldn't look at himself and kill the person he once loved the most with his own hands. Zhan Lu, slashed at the location of her heart, is attacking her heart death hole with the same force as she destroys the world.

She let go of her mother, clutched her chest, and felt the pain of being burned. Then, she squatted down, and the vines and rough trunks gradually shrank, and she changed back to the appearance of Zhixi's alluring country and city.

Xizi is heart-wrenching, pitiful.

"Lihe, help me," Zhixi began to cry out Lihe's name in pity: "Please." ”

She remembered that he had said, 'He's the last person in the world she needs to ask for.'" He will do everything for her without asking for anything, and how much more should she beg him so sadly and pitifully.

'I'm the last person you ever ask for in this world. I don't know, is this because the husband and wife have a heart, or because they want to find an excuse to forgive her, anyway, when Zhixi was thinking about this sentence, this sentence was also hovering in Lihe's mind.

He wanted to save her, but since then, protecting her has become his instinctive reaction. However, at this moment, first, his own injuries were so serious that he couldn't even sit up, and second, his father's corpse, the corpse of Peony that had treated him like a son, and Tu, and the fox clan, and ...... Those shocking things surrounded him and blamed him, so that he could no longer rely on his own mind to willfully protect a murderer who killed his loved ones.

Zhixi thought he was hesitating, she held her heart, dripping blood, and her body rubbed on the ground, little by little, inch by inch, towards the place where she was leaving, crawling. When she reached his side, she stretched out her bloodstained hand, to reach his hand, she wanted to touch him, her tears, flowing, more than anyone else's heart, she snorted and cried to Lihe: "Lihe, please, save me, I am not intentional, I just, by a force, controlled sanity, unintentional mistakes, you forgive me, you believe me, that is not what I did, not me, not my ......"

Just as her voice, like the staccato sound of the piano, like a cry hovering in his ears, his heart began to waver, and even before she begged him, he had forgiven him, but, some reason, some rules, some blood, let him not allow himself to waver.

Suddenly, she fainted, and the blood, like an infusion, flowed down Zhan Lu and stained his hand. He knew that if he didn't take back the Zhanlu that had been inserted in her heart, she would die.