(Babies, the previous chapter has been filled (*^▽^*))

Qin Shuang and Zheng'er had the opportunity to leave the Holy City, but they missed the opportunity because Zheng'er insisted on saving the people of the Holy City.

There were many cultivators among the Eight Kings' cronies, and they couldn't escape at all.

Qin Shuang still remembered that Zheng'er was still protecting the little girl behind her at the end.

Zheng'er's eyes have never been so determined. She squatted on the ground and hugged the child tightly, her eyes fixed on the few cultivators standing in front of her.

The Silver Star Blade glowed with a dazzling silver light in her hand.

Qin Shuang, who was sitting in the ruins, took out the Silver Star Blade from his arms, and the starlight was like a fish.

He will never forget that scene.

"Master, where are you? Come and save Zheng'er. Didn't you say that no matter where you are, you will come to my rescue? But why haven't you shown up yet?"

Before she died, she kept repeating these words.

A huge hole appeared in Zheng'er's chest, and blood continued to gush out. Qin Shuang's hands trembled, but he couldn't stop everything in front of him. He held Zheng'er's head in his hand and couldn't speak sadly.

Zheng'er's eyes gradually dilated.

"Master, you're here......"

It was the last thing she said.

The Silver Star Blade detached from her palm and landed to the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

Her hands hung limply.

But her master never appeared.

Qin Shuang and she didn't know that just a moment ago, Nian Yang was sealed by Mu Fengyang's sword due to the loss of his mind.

At the moment when Zheng'er was in crisis, a huge burning pain stimulated Nian Yang's palm, which was a seal he deliberately left, as long as his apprentice encountered a crisis, he would know immediately.

His blood-colored eyes glanced at the palms of his hands, and suddenly his eyes became not so sharp, and his fierce appearance also lost his face.

At that moment, something suddenly crossed the barrier between people, gods and demons, and stimulated him to the depths of his heart. It was beyond his physical body, beyond the control of the demon, and beyond the emotion of the Origin Divine Artifact Ice Flower.

It's real, it's clear.

At that moment, even though he was controlled by the demon, he still muttered the name.

"Zheng'er ......"

And in the next second, the supreme being of Zhongzhou brandished the "magic spear" and pinned him to the ground. A loud popping sound that shattered everything.

Zheng'er called his name, but he never heard it again.

His hand also fell to the ground, flipped over as if holding something.

Even if they are far apart, their hands can still form a holding posture, but at this moment, heaven and man are forever separated.

The story has not yet begun, but it has come to an end.

There are many, many things that have not been said, and many, many things that have not happened.

But that's how the world is, like a sudden ending.

Even gods cannot predict all the futures, but can only drift with the tide of time.

"Don't!" Qin Shuang could still hear his heart-rending cry.

He gripped the Silver Star Blade with all his might, allowing it to cut through his palms and blood flowed profusely.

He agreed to Wei Jian's request, but not just to avenge the Night Dream Country.

He remembered the faces and names of every cultivator who appeared at that moment, and these people had escaped punishment in this strife.

He will take revenge, he will, until he kills every single one of them.

He will sacrifice with their blood, even if it is impossible to recover, even if the cape is the end of the world.