The realm of the gods, the mountain of all souls, the platform of the gods.

"Huang'er, we said that we should hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son. This golden arrow made me too late to even cry out in pain. ”

The man in purple stood on the platform of the gods, at this moment, his chest was pierced by a golden arrow, and dark red blood gushed down the purple robe, but he still smiled brightly as if he didn't realize it. There is no resentment between the words, except for regret and melancholy.

The woman who was called Huang'er held a curved bow in her hand, as if she had not heard him at all, and did not respond.

She stood straight behind the soldiers, her eyes as cold as a merciless machine, and her eyes were only killing.

"Quick! Get him! He was shot by Si Yue's bow, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow! ”

Among the clusters of soldiers, I don't know which one shouted abruptly, and those soldiers who were holding back suddenly surged.

Huh——!

With a smile in his eyebrows, the man suddenly held the golden arrow that was deep into the flesh and pulled it out, and after a short sound of flesh tearing, blood suddenly gushed out!

But he casually shook the golden arrow in his hand, and the radiant golden arrow flew towards the woman who was called Huang'er!

Burst!

The rapid sound of the blade piercing into the flesh and blood came, and the sound was not too loud, but it clearly hit everyone's heart!

Belch! The low hum of pain had just burst out of his throat and came to an abrupt end!

"He's too noisy"

The man's inky eyes with a smile on his face stared at the woman for a moment, becoming more and more charming, but the tone of his voice was as flat as talking about today's weather.

It seemed to him that ending a life with a raise of his hand was as insignificant as killing an ant.

The soldiers approaching Zhushentai suddenly became confused when they saw this situation, and withdrew like a tide!

One by one, they pointed their weapons at the man, trembling and on guard, for fear that he would suddenly attack.

But in fact, the man in purple didn't even glance at them!

"It is said that there is no afterlife under Si Yue's bow, and there is no reincarnation under the stage of Zhushen. Huang'er, if my death can really make you happy, then I am willing to fulfill it. ”

His tone was flat, and after he finished speaking, he took a step back, closer to the edge of the Zhushen Terrace.

The golden arrow almost killed him, and the surging anger under the stage at this time made him even more shaky.

"Don't ...... Don't ......" The woman's eyebrows and eyes suddenly trembled, her expression was struggling in pain, and there seemed to be countless tentacles with sharp thorns in her flesh and blood, trying to besiege her and suppress her!

Finally, she seemed to wake up from a nightmare full of thorns, and her eyes suddenly cleared.

At this moment, her shoulder was suddenly held down by a slender and warm hand, "Huang'er, you have contributed a lot to today's battle." I promise you to keep it tonight......"

"You...... What did you say?! Her eyes widened suddenly, and she turned her head mechanically to look at the people around her.

"Shhhhh ”

"You!" The woman was about to refute, but found that her throat was blocked, and she couldn't say a word anymore!

Heh- I see......

The purple-robed man on the edge of the cliff was surprisingly silent.

The beads of blood soaked in the purple robe were swept off by the anger and fell into the abyss. A terrifying roar erupted from the abyss, like the screams of a lonely hungry ghost as it greeted a feast of gluttony.

The woman's face turned pale, she shook her head in panic, looked at the man in purple, and tried to explain—no! Not what you think!