Ji Jiufang's eyes were still a little bloody, but he had already regained all his senses at this time, and he quickly recalled it, and he knew what had happened from beginning to end.

He knew better what he was doing.

Seeing her sacrifice the Yuan Shen, Ji Jiufang was shocked, and was about to get up to help force her Yuan Shen back into her body, but she was strongly restrained.

That restraint also came from his body.

It was like a nameless resentment born from the depths of his soul accompanied by demonic nature, controlling Ji Jiufang's body, making him unable to get up in the first place.

The fallen primordial spirit has been more than half out of the body.

The thunderclouds roared in the sky, as if a hurricane had swept by, and the spiritual power suddenly scattered.

However, Liluo has no intention of stopping.

Her primordial spirit rose higher and higher, shimmering with cyan light, gradually peeling off the top of her head.

Ji Jiufang froze on the ground.

She sacrificed like this for him?

Thinking of everything he had seen in the fog before, he felt dazed for the first time. The pain in the heart finally overshadowed everything, the demonic nature was completely suppressed again, and the blood pupils were completely dispersed.

The moment he got up, Qingmang was completely out of his body.

"Boom-"

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his head.

Ji Jiufang subconsciously wanted to restrain the Yuan Shen who was gradually scattering, but as a human body, although his cultivation could be regarded as the first person in the Five Directions Continent, it was also very limited, and he couldn't retain a person's Yuan Shen at all.

"Leave!"

The first time he called out her name, it was clearly heartbreaking, but it seemed so weak.

The hand is quickly sealed, and it can take care of the east, but it can't take care of the west.

He was anxious, so anxious that he couldn't think, he was in a hurry, but there was still nothing he could do. He really wanted to hug her, and finally really hug her, but he was unwilling to give up her scattered primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit finally dispersed and merged with the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

Ji Jiufang lowered his hand in a dejected manner.

He didn't know what he had to do.

I don't know if it's too late to hug her again at this time and take back those previous suspicions.

The pain was overwhelming, and the degree of pain was even more terrifying than the previous lightning strikes. Until he suddenly found that he had sacrificed the fall of the primordial god, unexpectedly did not fall, let alone disappear with the dissipation of the primordial god.

Ji Jiufang couldn't help but be stunned.

Confused, he rekindled hope in his heart.

"Left?" He called tentatively.

There was no reaction from the drop.

Ji Jiufang pursed the corners of his lips, cautiously walked around in front of her, and carefully studied her face.

The gaze was not sloppy, but it was a little hollow, like the emptiness of the soul consciousness out of the body. The two hands still maintained the last gesture when they sacrificed the Yuan Shen, such a clear and unique gesture that Ji Jiufang didn't dare to take a second look.

He didn't dare to touch it.

He was afraid, afraid that the body in front of him would be like a bubble carrying a sweet dream, and even if he flicked a finger, the foam would be shattered and scattered with the wind.

But just standing?

Ji Jiufang looked up at the cyan spiritual power, and his ears were filled with the sound of sorrow that had not disappeared.

Suddenly, another light flickered above Liluo's head.

"The Color of Chaos?!"

Ji Jiufang was stunned.

The color is neither light nor dark, and the view is all-encompassing, but if you look closely, you will not see one thing or one color—it is the color of chaos that represents the ancient gods.

Soon, he understood.

"Spirit!"

She is the Patriarch of the Divorced Clan.

The chaotic color that appeared in her body was not an ancient god's spirit, what else could it be?