The sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, the raindrops of beans were ruthlessly sprinkled on the earth, and the cold wind ravaged everything in the Demon Town, fortunately, the place where Zhen Shuai was located was still at a high place, and it would not be flooded by the rain, but he didn't care about it at all, just closed his eyes intently, desperately feeling the faint warmth slowly upward, although occasionally landing, but the overall trend is still moving forward bravely, without a trace of slackness, without the slightest abandonment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Sometimes Zhen Shuai actually has a feeling of being moved, moved by everything she is doing, but he doesn't know how he should deal with her efforts if he is really rescued by her......

Such days have lasted for 7 days, and in these 7 days, the gods and ancestors seem to be unable to get along with them, hurricanes, torrential rains, thunder, hail and even foggy weather have appeared, the best weather conditions are 50 degrees Celsius, Zhen Shuai feels a little hot, not to mention Chen Xuansheng, who has to climb the mountain. Although he began to have a similar feeling of worry, Zhen Shuai seemed to be just looking forward to the upcoming "freedom", because Xuanshang seemed to be only one step away from the apex, and he couldn't help but shout and cheer excitedly, and Zhen Shuai began to plan where to eat something good to reward himself after freedom, or it would be good to return to the original destination of this body? Zhen Shuai also clearly knew that the destination of this body was in a huge mountain fruit forest in the east......

Xuan Shang seemed to have stopped moving, and generally remained in that position, did not rise or land, if he was tired and took a breath, whether the time of the day and night was too long, and even the sound of vultures chirping from the mountains almost made him dare not think further.

Is it so helpless and sad to fall into despair so quickly after hope arrives? But if she is really dead, how can this unlost warmth be explained? Is all I can do now is pray to those who hate it most?

Three days have passed, and that trace of warmth is almost imperceptible, the distance is like a light year that human beings can't cross on their own, and the feeling of despair is about to be relieved, but she didn't convey any message to Zhen Shuai that can be called hope......

Just when the sun poured down on the morning of the fourth day, Zhen Shuai's body felt a strange restlessness, the heavy mountain that was oppressing him was suddenly as light as a feather, and the immortal qi that should have been sucked away actually poured into his body like a hurricane, and every pore on his body greedily absorbed this maddening power, but he didn't expect to give such a huge surprise after despair......

After a few seconds, Zhen Shuai felt that the immortal qi in his body was almost overflowing, and the huge aura of reluctance formed a turbulent airflow vortex outside his body, although he was not in his body, Zhen Shuai clearly felt that these aura could also be controlled, and then instinctively guided these aura and the refined immortal qi in his body to his palm like starlight ripples, and compressed it as much as possible......

When the huge energy was compressed to the size of a ping-pong ball, the violent explosion woke Zhen Shuai from his ecstasy, but he didn't have time to do anything before he saw a scorching ripple of energy sweeping towards his eyes......

A light blue energy light curtain suddenly expanded tens of thousands of times, as if a sharp blade slashed through the Demon Mountain, the huge mountain obliquely fell from the pedestal, and collapsed with a bang, a radius of hundreds of kilometers as if it had suffered a nuclear bomb attack, violent vibration and energy impact ravaged all objects above the horizon, catastrophe, maybe it is like this, there is no mercy and inequality, some are just destroyed and decomposed, all life returns to the smallest unit, the energy of the so-called soul that constitutes life is suspended in a circle of hundreds of kilometers like the Milky Way Star, and the night is like day......

Zhen Shuai was suspended in the air panting, and there was actually a small half of the hundred-year-old dirt on his body covering the parts that had to be coded, and in his arms was the dying Chen Xuansheng, as well as her satisfied, kind, and unstained smile, and her snow-white carcass to the extreme, to be honest, for a lonely 500-year-old dick, this visual and tactile impact was too strong, and the stirring blood burst out from all the holes that could be squirted out without hesitation......