"What should I do? What should I do?" The violent aura raged, and the aftermath of the battle slapped like waves on the forbidden power of the main hall lit up with colorful light, and the girl shrank in the corner, clasping her knees with her hands, worried about the battle situation of He Zichuan. Since she met He Zichuan, she has also seen many battles with him, and she has never seen such a fierce aftermath, which makes her even more worried about He Zichuan's safety.

But what's the use of worrying? She can't do anything but huddle in a corner. Although she also knew that she had a special physique, and she was by no means as simple as an ordinary person, she didn't have any mana at all, and she didn't know any Taoism or immortal arts.

"Can I just shrink here?" The violent aura turned into a violent wind, blowing her green silk and her red dress flying. He made the dress, he made it for me, how beautiful it is, I really like it. Whenever I was in trouble, he would always stand in front of me, but why should I just shrink here, watch him desperately, watch him fall into danger?

The girl's heart is clean and simple, like a transparent crystal, as beautiful as her appearance. She used to be very glad to be in this world, and she was even more proud of her beauty. However, at this moment, for the first time, she had an indescribable dislike for herself.

"I have to do something, even if it's just to see him. The girl got up from the ground and ran out of the corner towards the corridor where the battle was raging. In the raging spiritual pressure, she is like a small boat, stormy, precarious, and even difficult to take every step forward.

But no matter how many times she was blown down by the wind, no matter how much it hurt when she fell to the ground, she would grit her teeth and stand up without hesitation, and rush towards the center of the storm again. Because there is someone she cares about, a person who shelters herself from the wind and rain and gives herself countless warmth and happiness.

Her tears slipped silently, making her look even more coquettish and weak, and the rain brought pear blossoms, but a powerful obsession rose in her heart, life and death were no longer important in her eyes, and it didn't matter what would happen in the next moment, the important thing was that she wanted to see him again, and she wanted him to be happy forever.

The girl approached the battle group step by step, and the raging spiritual pressure and violent spiritual energy turbulence had more than doubled, making it difficult for her to move an inch. She gritted her teeth, clinging to the wall with both hands, and pushed her legs back hard, rubbing forward little by little.

"Hey, pervert, you must hold on!" the girl screamed silently in her heart. Suddenly a burst of aftermath blew, the girl's hands slipped, fell out, and rolled backwards more than ten zhang away, she hurriedly clasped the ground with both hands, and her delicate fingertips instantly pulled out ten blood marks several zhang long on the ground, and the beautiful and fragile nails were broken one after another. The pain of her heart made her can't help but let out a terrible howl.

But she didn't let go, and finally came to a halt when she slid twenty feet away. She stood up against the wall, her bloody palms touching her in pain. She didn't bother to wipe away the raging tears on her face, endured the severe pain and returned to the road, moving outward step by step, little by little, leaving bloody handprints on the wall.

I don't know how long I crawled, the blood on my hands was like tears on my face, it was dry and dry, and the terrible pain was so painful that it made her numb. At last, when she was nearing the moment, she leapt with all her might, clinging to a pillar like the mast of a ship in a storm.

"I saw him!" In the storm, the girl looked far away, and finally saw He Zichuan a hundred feet away. He held a long sword and two strange birds, a big snake fought together, the hateful brush in mid-air was still drawing new monsters, and the purple-robed monk was sitting quietly with his eyes closed and his knees crossed, holding a strange magic decision in his hand.

He Zichuan did his best, killing monsters again and again, and was forced back to the same place again and again. Even if the girl didn't know anything about cultivation and fighting, it was obvious that his long sword was already in decline at this moment, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated in such a war of attrition.

The girl's face was pale, and her heart was beating wildly. "Is he going to lose? Will he die? No, he can't die, I don't want him to die!" cried the girl in her heart, but what was the use of it, even if she had tried so hard to get here, she could only watch him desperately, but could not help even the slightest.

"Nothing has changed, no matter where I am or what I am doing, I can't help him, why is this happening? I don't like it......" the girl howled, her cry drowned out in the storm. She wanted to scream "pervert", to look at her tenderly again, and to look at his warm and warm smile again. But she didn't dare, she was afraid that he would be distracted, and she didn't want to be a burden, although she always was.

The girl gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and her face showed a look of struggle that she had never seen before. There was another strong fluctuation in the distance, and she didn't have to open her eyes to know that it must be He Zichuan fighting with the monster again. He's going to be in a lot of pain this time, right? Will he get hurt? But don't get hurt.

Finally, the girl suddenly relaxed, and the struggling look on her face slowly receded, as if she had made the most important decision in her life. She thought in her heart, "Maybe I shouldn't have been so greedy from the beginning, I shouldn't be nostalgic for this world that doesn't belong to me, and I shouldn't be nostalgic for this person who doesn't belong to me." It's really guilty of stealing other people's things. Goodbye, my love, goodbye, this beautiful and colorful world, I love you so much, so I have to say goodbye to you, I will remember, I will always remember, I will keep you deep in my heart, I will never forget. But please forget about me......"

"Ah......" The girl roared wildly, venting all the depression in her heart, and then she shouted in her heart: "Sister, I don't want him anymore, I don't want this world anymore, I don't want this body anymore, I will give you all these back, please, help him ......"

Her voice was filled with despair and helplessness, echoing deep inside her heart for a long time. Suddenly, a strong fluctuation erupted from the bottom of her heart, and a strong consciousness broke free from some kind of shackles, like a rushing flood pouring out. At the same time, the girl's consciousness began to slowly become sleepy, but her worries about He Zichuan formed an obsession that supported her not to sleep.

A mature and crisp voice sounded from the bottom of her heart: "Don't worry, leave it all to my sister, he will be fine." The voice seemed to carry some kind of power, which made the girl's heart feel at ease, and the obsession gradually collapsed. At this moment, a strong sense of distress swept towards her like a tide breaking through the embankment.

At the moment when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly struggled to fall asleep, and shouted hard: "Sister, don't tell him that I've been here, don't tell him!"

A low, mournful, and complicated sigh sounded in the girl's heart. But the girl smiled, she knew, her sister agreed. "I have never regretted it, even if it is gone, I will not regret it, although my life is short, but it is full of color, I am very happy, and I am very happy, and you must always be happy. The girl thought sweetly in her heart, "Farewell, my love ......", she finally couldn't resist the feeling of sleepiness, and her consciousness slowly blurred and slowly dissipated......

Mo Yan opened her eyes suddenly, and a powerful mana gathered from all directions like a homecoming migratory bird, and the scars on her body quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a huge spiritual pressure came out of her body.

A hundred zhang away, the purple-robed monk with his eyes closed and his knees crossed, his brows furrowed, and the method in his hand changed, and the encirclement and suppression of He Zichuan in the wonderful pen landscape map immediately became several times stronger.

Mo Yan let out a low snort, and three ghost babies appeared in front of her, one of them quickly decayed with a hiss, and the other two wailed strangely and threw themselves into Mo Yan's arms. Mo Yan groaned in pain, the flesh and blood all over his body began to rot, his hands and feet grew long sharp nails, and in less than a breath, he turned into a hideous and ugly ghost. However, her aura soared all the way, and she directly came to the level of the peak of the late stage of the Holy Realm.

Mo Yan let out a terrible roar, and with a move from the void of his rotten and dry right hand, a huge burial moon appeared out of thin air, and then Mo Yan flew up, like a sharp arrow shot into the wonderful brush landscape map.

With a "swish", the nails of Mo Yan's left hand skyrocketed several feet, like five sharp blades, cutting the oncoming strange bird into several pieces, and then grabbed the burial moon with his right arm and slashed it fiercely, cutting the giant snake under his feet into two sections.

"Mo'er, have you recovered your mana?!" He Zichuan only felt that the pressure suddenly lightened, and when he turned around, he saw the familiar burial moon and the hideous and terrifying ghost.

"Don't look at me!" Mo Yan snorted, his voice was terrible and terrifying, but with a little shyness. He Zichuan immediately turned his head, stopped looking at her, and refocused on the enemy. It was only at this moment that he knew why Mo Yan was reluctant to use the third ghost baby when he was in life and death, it turned out that every woman loves beauty, maybe the more beautiful people love beauty, and beauty even surpasses their lives.

Mo Yan raised the burial moon to the sky and said silently: "Burial moon!"

As she spit out these two words, in the world of the wonderful landscape map, a shocking spiritual pressure descended in an instant, and the demon clouds that covered the sky and the sun rolled in, and a round of crescent moon flashed with a dead white light, looming in the rolling demon clouds. The brush that splashed ink was like being burned under the white light, and white smoke rose from the "stinging and stinging", and the wonderful brush landscape immediately showed signs of instability.

"Not good!" The purple-robed monk didn't expect Mo Yan to actually hold the treasure of Dao Building, and failed to take precautions in time, allowing her to find a gap, causing her to be unstable in her Dao realm. He just wanted to cast a spell to stabilize the Dao realm, but unexpectedly, He Zichuan seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and split a gap in the Miaobi landscape map with a sword.

"Let's go!" Mo Yan snorted, and flew out of the crack first. He Zichuan followed closely and asked in a loud voice, "Where are you going?"

Mo Yan flew away and said, "Go to that big hall group, the teleportation array of the Hades Hall is there." ”

He Zichuan hesitated: "The formation over there is very strong. ”

Mo Yan asked rhetorically, "Do you have a better way?"

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth, flew at full speed, grabbed Mo Yan's withered wrist, and dragged her towards the main hall with many formations.

The purple-robed monk burst into a shout, quickly put away the Dao Realm, grabbed the brush, and chased after the two of them angrily.