"Mo has no regrets, if you scatter your cultivation for three years only for me, I will die blindly, and I will leave with guilt, and I will not be at peace." Mo Ruhua's voice suddenly became cold, but she was weak, but she didn't have that coldness.

Mo was interrupted by her and was about to cast a spell again, but Mo Ruhua had no choice but to hug his arm and beg, "Don't, Master, you will die if your cultivation is gone." It's not worth it! ”

Mo Wuxi tightened the corners of his lips, and finally replied, "As long as I can make it up to you, even if it's three years!" ”

"Master, if you want to make it up to me, hug me, hug me!" The voice of Mo Ruhua's voice is getting smaller and smaller.

"Just hug it, Master......"

Mo Wuxi's throat rolled, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and his tears dripped on the hands of the two of them, leaving a water stain.

He hugged Mo Ruhua's body without a trace of strength tightly in his arms, looking up to the sky with a painful expression.

Ye Qinglan was sullen in her heart, she didn't get closer, but turned around and walked back to the round platform.

At this time, picturesque, what is needed is ink without regrets.

She never imagined that Picturesque would end up like this.

Although the magic general's weapon was about to slash at Mo Wuxi's body, if Mo Ruhua attacked with a spell, it would be too late.

However, it will hurt Mo without regretting it.

So, she chose the dumbest method. However, this is all her deep affection for Mo.

Ye Qinglan looked at the two figures, one red and one white, in the distance, and his heart was mixed.

She didn't know what Mo Ruhua said to Mo Wuxi in the end, only that her lips moved.

Her eyes were closed, never to be opened again.

And Mo didn't regret it, and sat there holding her for a long time.

When the wind and heat came, he was also stunned in the distance, standing for a long time.

………

Although Yuan Ming has a resentful spirit to stop Di Tianli, the strength of him and Di Tianli is still very different.

It didn't take long for Di Tianli to break his spell with one palm.

Yuanming's body, like a paper kite with a broken thread, flew out and slammed into the ground.

His robes, fluttering in the wind, were so holy and tall in the eyes of all.

Yuan Ming wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth and staggered up from the ground.

Around him, stood a handful of demon soldiers and resentful spirits.

Comfrey retreated from the crowd and stood opposite Di Tianli and the others.

Yuan Ming spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground and snatched the god-killing bow from Zicao's hand.

His expression was gloomy, and his eyes were like snakes and scorpions, "Today, I'm going to let none of you want to get out alive!" ”

Yuan Ming held up the god-killing bow with both hands, and a magic circle suddenly appeared under his feet.

The circle emitted a strange red light, holding the god-killing bow in the air.

The entire bow body was as red as if it had been burned by fire, and a powerful force spread out of the bow overwhelmingly.

The Second Protector's eyes widened, "What is that, how can there be such a powerful demonic qi." ”

Ye Qinglan was also taken aback, she stepped forward quickly and stood beside Di Tianli, "Ah Jiu, he won't be ......"

She didn't finish her words, but Di Tianli understood, and he nodded, "Hmm! ”

"He's casting spells, with the help of the power of the Demon God!" Yue Zichen's shocked eyes were faintly worried, and he turned his head, "Tianli, the power of the demon god is extraordinary!" ”

Di Tianli's deep eyes narrowed, and he looked up at the black oppressive sky.

The golden paper crane he sent out should have already spread the news to Yu Jin!

The demon god is the god of the desolation that existed when the world was opened, and his power is not something that anyone here can resist, even if it is a demon soul that has been sleeping for many years, they can't resist it.

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