Shadow Gate

Hall of the Galaxy

Bei Chongrin stood in the middle of the hall, letting the wound be dripping with blood, and the dark red blood was wrapped with silver electric light, crisscrossing the entire obsidian floor. The galaxy hadn't darkened yet, and it reflected a dazzling and gentle light on the obsidian, but she didn't see it.

"Door master, go back, your wounded ......"

"Don't worry about me, you go back and accompany Thirteen."

The man with his back to Sima Yuchen waved his hand casually, and his back gradually disappeared into the dimness of the corner, but the golden dragon pattern that was coiled up flickered and dimmed like a flame.

"Door master, please take care of your body and don't work too hard."

Sima Yuchen looked at Bei Chongrin, who had deepened signs of demonization, and sighed faintly. Just about to turn away.

"Sima, what do you think of Ran Thirteen's exercises now?"

A cold voice slowly drifted from behind him.

"Door master, Ran Thirteen's understanding is excellent, and he already has the demeanor of Mo Fang back then."

Whenever Ran Thirteen is mentioned, a smile always appears in Sima Yuchen's eyes after all the killing scenes.

"I see."

Sky Bell

The red skirt flew over, and she thought to herself to see how his injuries were. said that he had a shallow telepathy with Qian Yu in his life, but he didn't know that the scar imprinted on his heart had also become the last bond between himself and Bei Chongrin. It was probably the moment the dragon pattern around her heart began to heat up, and her figure flashed, and she appeared in the Shadow Gate. Looking at the galaxy in the galaxy hall, the galaxy that he said he gave him was still shining, and Bei Chongrin sat on the side, but the demon continued to deepen.

"Demon Sect, is this your warning to me?"

Mo Fang raised the ivory-like pure crescent-shaped jade pendant in his hand. From it, a stream of pure spiritual power was injected into the hot dragon pattern at the mouth of the heart, looking at the demonic energy of the man in the hall slowly calming down, he smiled with satisfaction, and turned back to the immortal hall.

The main hall of the immortal hall

"Lord, the master of the front door of the Moying Gate is here to visit."

Qingfeng took a pot of freshly brewed apricot blossom tea and slowly placed it on the table in front of him, and the man sitting opposite was still dressed in red, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mofang?"

He got up and walked to the front of the temple to greet him, but he was forced by the whistling wind blade and retreated step by step.

"Liu Linchuan, no, now it's Lord Liu, do you remember the oath you made when I saved you?"

The woman was holding the Bixiao sword in her hand and pressing forward step by step, and the light breeze on the side just wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Liu Linchuan waving his hand.

"I remember, allegiance to the Moying Gate, eternal life."

He gently blocked the cold sword in front of him, walked to the desk and poured a cup of tea for himself and the other party.

"And what about your loyalty?"

"My loyalty? My loyalty was wiped out after I knew that Bei Chongrin had killed you with his own hands. I thought he loved you deeply, even better than the world, and was attached to you like ice expecting warmth, I thought he didn't tell me the truth back then, but was afraid that I would fall into the same pain as him, but, hundreds of years later, they told me that he killed you with his own hands. How can such a person be worthy of my Liu Linchuan's allegiance? ”

"If I want you to return to Moyingmen now and assist Bei Chongrin until the end of the world's strife, do you dare to disobey?"