"Lord Demon, the altar of sacrifice is about to be condensed, and please allow your subordinates to send the sacrificial daughter to the altar first. “

Wuding, who was beside the heart demon, bowed down and said, but the heart demon nodded.

And at this moment, in the cloud platform in the sky, at this moment, there is almost no trace of clouds in this cloud altar, the entire cloud altar, the cloud wall has turned into the color of black jade, with endless wind raging and whistling, raging from the cloud altar.

The light that rushed into the vortex was even more surging than before!

In that ten thousand zhang enchantment, the five sect venerables each occupied a corner, and the power of the five people firmly stabilized this enchantment space.

The Yan Feng in it, the Sky Crying Sword in his hand, was already pointing to the wind, and the distance between the two was only a hundred zhang away.

Yan Feng's hand shook slightly!

In an instant, from above the sword body, there was a sword qi approaching the body of the wind, bang!

A barrier of fiery fire appeared in front of Tingfeng's body, but it shattered in an instant under this sword qi, but in the same way, this shattered barrier barely resisted the sword qi.

But... This is also the last protective force of listening to the wind.

Listen to the wind, the mask on the face, the mask that I once swore never to take off, clicked, and countless fine cracks appeared, shattered!

The mask shattered and scattered with the wind and stars...

The face under the mask was revealed, a resolute and handsome face, with fiery eyes, staring at Yan Feng.

And at the moment when the mask was shattered, Yan Feng's figure had already passed by him.

The fiery red eyes that listened to the wind shrank suddenly...

A red jade sword light flashed past him, and Yan Feng's figure stopped behind him.

Those fiery red pupils are relieved at the moment... Looking up at the sky, a smile slowly appeared at the corner of the mouth listening to the wind.

"Qing'er, I really wish... When you wake up, it all ends. ”

In a mountain forest and a hidden cave for many miles, there is a woman, leaning on the bank of the clear stream in the cave, sleeping sweetly, with a peaceful face, presumably in a sweet dream.

This time, it was a death move.

Listening to the wind, I know that there is no return, so... Before he left, he gave Ziqing a dream that was scattered, a dream... Hundreds! or millennia!

He knew that if he did this, Ziqing would blame himself when he woke up, but he couldn't help it...

"I have no way to protect you... can only let you escape this catastrophe. ”

"Qing'er... I know you're in love with him, but... I don't regret it... I really don't regret it, never, I don't regret it. ”

That handsome face with a free and easy smile.

From the place of his feet, the figure listening to the wind began to gradually turn into powder and dissipate, until the upper body, head... All of them turned into dust and dissipated into the world.

With the death of Tingfeng, the enchantment formed by the Five Sects also disappeared in an instant at this moment.

Yan Feng turned around slowly, his eyes had a strong black and purple aura, looking at the place where the wind was gone, without the slightest expression on his face, as if he had just done something ordinary.

And at this moment, on the cloud altar, the figure of Wuding appeared, and I don't know what he did, from the cloud altar, there was a black light ladder that fell, falling in front of Ye Shiyu.

Ye Shiyu raised her feet and stepped on the ink-colored light ladder.

Step by step, I walked up this inky ladder of light, and finally... Embark on the clouds!

Cloud altar, the area of 10,000 square feet!

The entire ground of the cloud altar is full of ink-colored crystals, and people can stand on it to reflect themselves, and in the middle of this vast cloud altar, there is a circular place that exudes ink.

Ten zhang square, its internal seal is engraved with incomparably mysterious formation patterns, with ink-colored mist emanating from it, and the ink-colored light that rushes to the sky rises from this.

And looking at this day from the cloud altar, there are countless ink-colored lights, coming from all sides, a mysterious, clear, but solemn feeling echoes in my heart.

At this moment, Ye Shiyu stepped on the cloud altar!

The old man with the demon in his heart, looking at Ye Shiyu who had stepped on the cloud altar, in his eyes... It's exciting!

He's waiting for someone right now, Night!

Staring at Yan Feng next to the cloud altar, this Yan Feng who had just killed the left and right hands of the dark night, the corners of the demon's mouth grinned...

He's going to make the Night... Die at the hands of your most trusted brother!

He's likewise... Be strict and end the lives of his loved ones with your own hands!

He wants everyone, all those who have ever harmed his daughter, to taste the most painful pain in this world!

It's better to live than to die!

The wind, whistling, the figure of Yan Feng, slowly rose, and finally volleyed above the cloud platform, a pair of black and purple eyes looked at Ye Shiyu who was walking towards the center of the altar.

Lotus stepped forward, Ye Shiyu raised her head and also saw Yan Feng.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the eyes that were once tender like water are not the slightest emotional interlacing at the moment...

Fantasy...!

The real Yan Feng, standing at the top of the tower at the moment, letting the wind howl and lap his face, he knew... The real Ye Shiyu is standing in the same position as herself at this moment.

The chaotic aura in his eyes faded, Yan Feng looked at the endless spire, and kept thinking about the solution in his mind, and the wind blew and swept across the corners of his eyes.

He knows... There is not much time, and the back hand left by himself will not last long!

Same world, not the same space...

Ye Shiyu has the ultimate loneliness in her eyes, even she doesn't know herself... I've been here, how long have I been.

Here, there is no black and white, no day and night, no years and months...

"Where are you... I, can I still see you?"

Ye Shiyu, muttering to herself, tears, once again slipped from the corners of her eyes...

The wind was blowing messily, Ye Shiyu slowly squatted down, clasping her knees with her hands, helpless...

Tears, I don't know how many times from the corners of my eyes, but tears... And what's the use.

Yan Feng was still closing his eyes and meditating, he was recalling the book he had read back then, which recorded a similar illusion world, even much more powerful than this, since it was recorded, there must also be a way to crack it, Yan Feng believed... I must have seen it myself!

"Why haven't you got...!"

Wu Domain, that underwater place, Ye Yu's eyes had a look of anxiety, looking at the dark night in the middle of the poison pool, in the heart of the dark night, the black and purple qi had dissipated.

That is to say, the heart poison in the body has been completely dispersed by the power of ten thousand poisons at this moment in the dark night, and the reason why he has not woken up is because of ten thousand poisons.

If it's just like that... The only thing that awaits the night is death!

If the night is dead, then hope will be completely shattered!

In the Demon Realm, at the top of the Holy Peak, in a void thousands of feet away from the Cloud Altar, a choked sound came out, and a tear could be faintly seen floating out of the void.

"Long Wind...!"

"Long Wind!"

Muttering to herself, it was a female voice, and there was determination in her voice!