"I almost ran away from you." Yu Liu's voice was a little hoarse, "It's a pity, he died in vain." ”

"You're lying!" The demon kept shaking his head, and Mu Yu just turned into a tree.

Yu Liu didn't say anything more, she came this time to make an appointment. After the battle between gods and demons in ancient times, Lingxiao Sect and Fusang Temple, as the sect of cultivating immortals with the greatest contribution in Kyushu, were recognized by the one in the heavenly realm, so they both got a chance to ask for help from the merman clan.

She thought that Aoki asked her to come this time to deal with the nine-headed Xiangliu, but she didn't think that he used this opportunity just for a peach.

However, whatever his purpose, now she has only one mission left, to bring the fish back to the mermaid clan, or to kill her on the spot.

She doesn't care that this girl named Yiyu has just fought Xiangliu, and she doesn't care that she is the daughter of the fourth sister, and she has two daughters who have just been reunited and are waiting for her to come home.

She only cares about the rules of the shark clan, and as long as she violates the rules, she should be punished.

Yu Roku continues to use his natal talent to create a realm where time stands still.

She was in no hurry to make a move, because this time she was sure enough that Yi Yu would not be able to escape.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Yiyu also let the demon break free from his arm and go with her.

The demon slowly walked under the peach tree, lightly covered the rough trunk with his palm, and the two branches drooped down and gently landed on the demon's shoulder.

Just like the age of Zhongzhou, Mu Yu silently followed behind her, putting his hands gently on her shoulders.

"I know you can hear me, right?" The demon asked in a trembling voice.

The leaves rustled, as if echoing her words.

"Affectionate, but no regrets. The ghost of love, sacrifice in the name. ”

With tears in his eyes, the demon slowly recited the general outline of the third realm of the ghost path of love.

What is sacrifice, because of love, to live to death.

At that moment, the sea of ghost qi filled in the demon dantian set off a monstrous wave like a boil.

The demon spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually filled with a layer of black and purple.

Countless ghost qi broke through the demon's body and rose into the sky like a black-scaled dragon, circling around the peach tree incarnated by Mu Yu, and falling back to the demon.

The dark clouds that had originally dispersed as Xiangliu receded gathered again, and the surging ghost qi in the demon's body began to condense continuously, slowly condensing into a small baby next to Luan'er.

This is not a primordial infant in the true sense, but it has the power to far surpass the third realm.

The ghost qi scattered outside the demon body's body slowly began to be restrained, and when the last trace of ghost qi entered the body, it also meant that she had successfully broken the mirror.

Aoki and Sikong glanced at each other, although even if the demon broke the mirror successfully, it was far from their opponent, but there were too many variables today, and they couldn't bet, and they didn't dare to bet.

Both of them saw through each other's thoughts from each other's eyes, and almost at the same time, both of them shot at the same time.

They will join forces to inflict heavy damage on the demon before it breaks the realm.

Between the golden Buddha beads and the burning flame talismans, in front of the demons, although the demons at the last moment of breaking through the realm could feel the danger approaching, they could not make the slightest resistance.

"Mu Yu, you are not the only one who can sacrifice your life for the demon."

Pu Jia looked at the demon calmly, her eyes flashing with affection and relief.

He opened his arms, and the hug that was close at hand was separated from life and death, and every time he stared, it seemed like a lifetime.

"No, ......," the demon cried out hoarsely.

A powerful ghost aura erupted, forcing Aoki and Sikong back half a step.

The demon rushed to Pu Jia, who flew out upside down, trying to hold his hand, but after all, it was an inch away, she couldn't hold him, he didn't hold her.

In the blink of an eye, Pu Jia's body disappeared into the bottomless Xizhou Canyon behind the Bodhi tree.

The demon suddenly laughed, and she slowly turned her head, stubbornly tilting her head, and looking at Aoki and Sikong with contempt in her eyes.

"Don't you want me?" The demon asked with a hoarse smile, "If you want it, then come." ”

She spread her arms and fell straight back.

"Stop her!" Aoki yelled at Uroku as he rushed in the direction of the canyon.

Yu Liu said casually: "She is your business, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Aoki came to the edge of the cliff and looked down, but there was nothing but bottomless darkness.

The wind in the valley was really strong.

Not only is it big, but it's also very cold, and it makes people's eyes hurt and tears can't stop flowing down.

But the wind blew away the tears, but it couldn't blow away the sadness in the heart.

The past is like a demon's favorite excerpt replaying in her mind, she can remember the appearance of each of them, she has to remember that they have no personal appearance. If there were afterlives, she would recognize them at a glance among the crowd.

The process of falling is like a long and absurd dream.

When you wake up, maybe everything will be different.

Maybe just maybe.

But those who are alive have to learn how to keep going.

Learn how to perpetuate one's pain, sorrow, and loneliness in the most lively way possible.

Because she not only lives for herself, but also for all those who don't want her to live, and for those who want her to live.

When the demon woke up in the canyon, she wasn't surprised why she was still alive.

Maybe for her, she never really lived.

A demon without a heart, even if alive, is nothing more than a breathing, empty shell.

She lay silently at the bottom of the dark, damp valley, expressionless and motionless.

It's like a walking corpse.

It's a walking corpse.

It wasn't until she inadvertently turned her face sideways and saw the familiar figure lying not far away that the demon could finally feel her senses again.

She slowly got to her feet, unwell-fazed.

A deep foot and a shallow foot came to Pu Jia, trembling and leaning down, putting his fingers to Pu Jia's former peach-like lips.

A faint warmth hit the demon's fingertips, and she was stunned for a moment, and quickly put her ear close to Pujia's chest.

"Knock...... Knock ......" The slow and faint sound of the movement buckled into the demon's ears, and the sound fell into her heart.

Pu Jia is still alive.

This thought quickly spread to every detail of the demon's body, and the original gray and black world seemed to have a little more color, even at the bottom of this valley where there was no daylight, even if the sadness still continued at the beginning and end of her every breath, but at least, there was a beating heart to accompany her.

At least, Pujia is still alive.

Although the goblins didn't know exactly what happened when they fell, one thing was for sure, they didn't just fall to the ground.

Otherwise, if you fall at such a height, you will inevitably be crushed.