On the edge of the desert, the poinsettia plum runs alone, forgetting day and night.

The raised line of sand and dust is like a mist under the huge lunar disk. I saw that he used the magic technique to the extreme, and there was no trace of his feet.

He has only recovered slightly, and his body is still a long way from healing. Now forcibly urging the power, even a master like him will feel equally unbearable.

But now, no matter what, he can't take care of himself. In just three days, he must save Fu Yunge's life.

Even if...... Lives for lives.

He should have looked down on life and death a long time ago, and he could have buried Fu Yunge and avenged him.

However, every time he recalled the moment he stepped forward, his eyes felt a damp heat. It was as if there was blood about to come out, and it made him feel as if his heart was broken.

The memory that was carefully buried in the bottom of my heart and never dared to touch it again gradually emerged in my heart.

"Master......"

The crisp voice still seemed to echo in his ears, and his eyes widened suddenly, his fists clenched together fiercely, and he pounded heavily into his chest.

"Poof", a mouthful of thick blood gushed out of his mouth, and Poinsettia Plum staggered a few steps weakly and fell to her knees on the sand.

His eyes gradually became in a trance, the ghost swayed back and forth, and his pupils slowly tightened, as if his spirit had wandered back to the past.

The sky is vast, and the clouds greet the rising sun. In the vast Gobi, there is only a creeping figure, in the boundless heaven and earth, incomparably remote, incomparably small, just like a speck of dust in the sea of sand.

The morning sun is shining brightly, and the golden light is shining. The sea of sand is vast, and I don't know how much time has passed, Poinsettia Plum slowly raised its head from the ground, and seemed to gradually recover from the memories of the struggle.

He slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and the tears on his face.

Looking into the distance, his gaze gradually recovered, and even more resolutely.

............

The morning mist dispersed among the mountains and forests, and the clear light of Lang Yun passed through the gaps in the peaks, drawing the boundary between day and night in the Qingyuan territory.

Above the gate of Zhenshan Halberd, it is bustling at the moment. The final council of the Coalition Army was prepared, and the people of the Three Sects, Daozhai and the Seven Sects were present to discuss their future plans.

After this battle, the Dragon and Phoenix Halberd Mountain Gate suffered serious damage, and the Jade-faced Rakshasa Halberd Mountain Gate was completely destroyed. He Zhangmen survived this battle, so he took the initiative to provoke the girder and let go of the mountain gate of Benzong as a temporary meeting place.

As soon as morning came, many people had already arrived. Soon there was a lot of noise in the mountain gate, and although it had undergone many changes, there was still a different kind of vitality that was conceived.

He Zhangmen stood in front of the mountain gate to greet everyone, his eyes showing a calm look. The deceased has passed away, and only by looking to the future can their seven factions live up to their reputation and pass on the fire.

At the current turning point of the Extreme Tailai, although he is old, he is still willing to preside over the overall situation, try his best to promote the rookies of the seven factions, and help the name of Jin Ji Fengjian to regain its glory.

Looking at the visitors who kept entering the mountain gate, his eyes showed a touch of kindness and generosity, and he also felt a trace of relief in his heart.

Slowly, the sound of several wheelchairs was heard not far away, rubbing against the bumps of the rocks.

Looking up, Master He saw that several rescued heroes from the jade-faced Rakshasa halberd had also come. They were pushed by a few Linzong disciples, and their spirits were quite improved compared to before.

He hurriedly stepped forward and met with them: "Come here so early, thank you for your attention, and someone is grateful." ”

Although the third senior brother was still very weak at the moment, after treatment and recuperation, he was able to recover his spirit, and he looked radiant at the moment.

"It's fine. We have revenge, where can we sleep. He reluctantly raised his hand and waved it, smiling heroically, "The jade-faced Rakshasa halberd is broken first and then stands, as long as we are not dead, we will bear the burden of this revival." ”

Master He nodded heavily, his eyes stained with the luster of the morning light, and seemed to shimmer with a glimmer of kindness.

Immediately afterwards, there were other people who followed, and the town was full of people.

Su Beizhi, Long Tao, Erdangjia and others also attended on behalf of Long Ji, and Feng Ji only had Qing Kun and other disciples left, and Qing Kun also took the position of the head of the sect automatically.

The meeting was discussed for a long time. From the early morning until noon, because of the sunny day, the warm temperature in the air returned to the long-lost Qingyuan territory. The cicadas in the distant mountains echoed, the murmuring of the clear springs and the crisp tinkling of the birds in the forest, as if the previous war was just a nightmare.

The people discussed their thoughts and what they wanted to do from here. Since the Nine Devil Shadows are still raging, as the backbone of the martial arts, they must continue to persevere.

Each of the seven factions has been killed or wounded, and the affairs of the door will be sorted out separately in the future. Especially for the jade-faced Rakshasa Halberd, the third senior brother and others decided to open the door to enroll, so that all people with lofty ideals from all over the world would come and form a brand-new jade-faced Rakshasa Halberd Sect as soon as possible.

In addition, the people also reached a closer joint resolution of the seven factions. He declared that in such a critical situation, he would put an end to all internal strife and always give priority to the outside world.

In addition, there is the matter of the Heartlake Meteorite. After unanimous discussion, they agreed to hand over the meteorite to the people of the Three Sects and escort them to the more secure land of the Agent. After all, the vitality of the Qingyuan Realm was greatly damaged, and if the Nine Thorough Shadow made a comeback, they would probably not be able to protect this treasure.

Oriental poetry, Su Beizhi and the people of the three religions walk together, and they also take care of each other. What's more, the situation is changing rapidly now, and they also need to get in touch with the Three Sects and Jue Tongjun in order to better deal with future wars.