The world outside the Fengqingguan suddenly changed its appearance, and it was a world of water and fire.

Heavy rains, floods, fires, and mourning, the Liangguo, which has survived for thousands of years, will disappear in the cycle of fate.

A thousand years later, the wind is clear

The ghost-faced Gu Yu got up in the tears of sorrow, he knew that it would be useless to send Luo Wusheng out and not see these three people, he should have left her by his side, and let the three of them fight for each other at night, so that at least he could watch her and accompany her when she left, so that she would not leave alone, even if she ended up in pain in her heart, she could be satisfied and comforted.

However, it is too late to say anything, and to lose is to lose. Thinking of this, Ghost-faced Gu Yu suddenly looked up at the painful Ye Qingjue, Fifth Mo Monk and Martial Shang in front of him, and he suddenly felt that the expressions of the three people in front of him were so dazzling, their sadness and crying were ridiculous, and even looked hypocritical.

Obviously, the three of them fought endlessly for their own selfish interests, and they had to pay Luo Wusheng as the price. If it weren't for such a price, how could Wusheng be so lonely and experience everything and bear everything.

The sound of the rainstorm outside had no intention of stopping, and the ghost-faced Gu Yu thought that Ye Qingjue was walking on Fengqing Mountain with difficulty in such a rainstorm, the mountain road must be muddy and rugged, and Wusheng must feel helpless because of the endurance.

As long as he thought of what Luo Wusheng had to endure, the ghost-faced Gu Yu could clearly feel how deep the invisible blade in his chest had pierced, no, it was still going down little by little, deep into the soul.

"Hehehe~~~" Ghost-faced Gu Yu suddenly laughed loudly, what a sarcastic voice, he continued to say in such a sarcastic tone, "The lord of the three dignified cities actually cried miserably in the dregs of my Fengqing Mountain, should I let the world buy a few tickets to praise your field?"

Ye Qingjue, Fifth Ink and Shang Wushang were stunned because of the sudden change in the Ghost Face Ancient Jade, and returned to reality because of the words of the Ghost Face Ancient Jade, but none of the three of them refuted anything.

Ghost-faced Gu Yu looked at the three people in front of him alternately with contemptuous eyes, his body unconsciously approached the three of them, his face became hideous, and his tone continued with viciousness, "What right do you have to cry here?! Your hearts are fed to the dog, so you can persecute her like that! She is now in ashes, are you satisfied? Are you proud?!"

Ghost-faced Guyu said this, raised his trembling hand, and pointed at the three of them with a trembling index finger, "In this way, you shouldn't cry, you should laugh happily......"

The sound of "bang" is the sound of fists hitting and the sound of people falling.

Ghost-faced Guyu felt a burst of hot pain coming from his cheeks, and the smell of blood crawled from the corners of his mouth to between his lips and teeth, slowly spreading.

The ghost-faced Gu Yu didn't fight back, and stopped roaring, just quietly looked at Ye Qingjue who suddenly waved his fist at him, and after a long time, he snorted lightly, with a chuckle, "Hmph, hehehe~~~"

Ye Qingjue, who was held back by the Fifth Mo monk Wushang, couldn't hold back the anger in his heart for a long time, "If you hadn't said nothing, you would have known that with you, how could Wusheng be wiped out?!If it weren't for your obsession, Wusheng might not have disappeared, and you were all to blame!

The night cleared the hysterical roar, and the thunder in the sky could not drown out his voice.

The ghost-faced Gu Yu, who was not going to say anything more, laughed under his breath after hearing Ye Qingjue's words, his body rising and falling with his laughter, and the laughter was mixed with his sneering sarcastic words, "Ridiculous!

As if thinking of something, Ghostface Guyu's low laughter suddenly grew louder, and he began to laugh out loud, like a man who was about to go crazy.

"Hahaha..."

Then, the ghost-faced Gu Yu stopped laughing in an instant, and looked at Ye Qingjue with deep eyes without emotion, "There is no life! It turns out that all this is just because of your presence. ”

Ye Qingjue used all his strength to open the restraints of the Fifth Mo Monk Wushang, pulled the clothes on the chest of the Ghost Face Gu Yu, and faced the Ghost Face Gu Yu, "You say it again." ”

"You can say it as many times as you want, as long as you can get Wusheng back. After the ghost-faced Gu Yu finished saying this, the tears on his face could not be stopped, and his whole person seemed to have lost all his strength.

Ye Qingjue's hands that grabbed the ghost-faced ancient jade slowly let go, allowing the ghost-faced ancient jade to collapse to the ground.

Everyone present has their own hopes, and in their own hopes, there is a place that belongs to Luo Wusheng. But for Ye Qingjue, Luo Wusheng was all his hope. Memories of the past, like a tide, continue to pour into the night Qingjue, he turned around, did not look at any more, since there is no hope, whether this world is left or not, and it has nothing to do with him Ye Qingjue.

The ghost-faced Gu Yu's eyes became more and more distracted, he sounded the nightmare that Luo Wusheng had before he was alive, he didn't have time to ask the last sentence, he only remembered that Luo Wusheng asked her to calculate a hexagram, if he listened to her at that time, after calculating a hexagram for her, would the ending be a little different, he wanted to ask Luo Wusheng: Wusheng, in your nightmare, did you also foresee the present, and what is about to happen, otherwise how could you be so frightened if you are so kind.

By the time the Fifth Mo Monk Wu Shang noticed it, the body of the ghost-faced Gu Yu was already in a pool of blood, and the knife on his chest was forever hidden in his arms, just like his thousand-year-old worries, which had finally come true.

The night is long gone, and the sky outside is still shouting, thunder, rain, torture and killing.

After the fifth Mo and Shang Wushang glanced at each other, they seemed to stride away from Fengqingguan together, their eyes were full of heaven's punishment, wading through the flood without horseshoe, the two of them desperately rushed to their own city, at this time there was no time to grieve Luo Wusheng's departure, this time they must return to their own city, because they are the lords of a city, and the people need them.

Feng Qingguan, Xiao Bu, who was finally able to cheer himself up and stand up, when he walked in front of the ghost-faced Guyu, he fell down again, fear occupied his mind, he wiped the blood on the ground like crazy, called the ghost-faced Guyu, and all that answered him was the sound of thunderstorms and wails all over the field.

Luo Wusheng's nightmare came true, and as Luo Wusheng's ashes disappeared, the guardian was gone, and the Liang Kingdom disappeared because of this, no one survived, and the story ended.