Ling Tiansu's throat choked.

Yan You stared directly into the abyss, looking at the increasingly rich ghost aura in it.

There was not the slightest fear on his face, and he said lightly: "He doesn't like the path I arranged for him, but he is getting farther and farther away from his own path, and I have to bring him back." ”

The same life and the same origin, two different souls, Meng Qixuan's rebellion, Yan You has never hated resentment.

From his expression, you can see that he has ...... It's just a deep frustration.

Ling Tiansu understood Yan You's eyes, and also understood his original intention at the beginning.

From the moment he set foot in the desert, he never imagined that he would be able to go back.

That's why...... When Meng Qixuan asked Xiao Yezi if she was willing to follow him, her answer was so casual.

Because I have already guessed the ending, I don't need to think about it at will, so I can answer at will.

Ling Tiansu didn't say anything more, he held his sword and saluted deeply, put away the respect and admiration in his heart, and then raised his palm and pushed him into the dark abyss.

Looking at Yan You, who was falling on his back, he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Why does the landlord think that after he returns, he can become the right path that you want him to take after he returns." ”

Yan You raised his hand, untied the black hairband that bound his hair, held it tightly in his hand, and replied with an extremely relaxed and casual expression: "I was no longer there at that time, and I was still thinking about what to do so much, let him go......"

The free and relaxed tone rippled and hovered in the abyss, watching the black corners of the clothes flipped and completely swallowed up by the darkness.

Ling Tiansu's heart was full of mixed flavors.

Roar!!!

With the crazy low desperate roar of the abyss monster, at the bottom of the pitch-black abyss, the ghost hell demon vine that was intertwined in the depths of most of the desert was instantly ignited by the fire of life.

The sky-high flames lit up the entire abyss red, and the cold and humid space instantly became extremely hot and dry, as if it were in a magma field.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were deep, and he looked down at the dazzling abyss, only to see the faces of the ghosts and trees with various human faces disappearing in the firelight.

The sporadic firelight rolled up against the wind, and the sea of sand above everyone's heads, which was separated by the barrier, could not bear the strong heat, and they disintegrated inch by inch, melting into ashes.

From time to time, billowing magma erupted from the depths of the earth, and the color of the magma was incomparably deep and dazzling, and it was the blazing magma formed by the incineration of the huge demon vine.

The yellow sand continued to sink in the magma, and the nine-story tower of the Shahai Tower was also swallowed up by layers of fire in a short period of time.

Ling Tiansu didn't look at it anymore, turned around and said to everyone: "Shahai Tower has been destroyed, we must leave here as soon as possible." ”

The first to leave was Jimo Lanze, who left in a hurry, obviously worried about the safety of her people and her uncle.

And Helian and Ye Liqing

After a moment of silence, they knelt in the hot sand, put their foreheads on the ground, and whispered in unison: "Disciple sends the landlord!"

After doing all this, before the magma erupted, the two of them also swept away and left the headquarters of the Shahai Tower.

Ling Tiansu glanced at Wu Ying, who was standing still, she was still standing with her gun up, her brows furrowed slightly and she didn't ask anything.

Diameter walked over, picked up the Blood Song Sword on the side, and then decisively picked up Wu Ying with a gun.

Sure enough, even in this suddenly blazing and extraordinary space, Wu Ying's body was still as cold as ice.

Although Wu Ying was not seriously injured in this battle, Ling Tiansu still faintly sensed that something was wrong with her body.

Wu Ying was encircled by him in his arms, her dark red eyes were half-closed, and her gaze was focused on Ling Tiansu's jaw.

In his arms, he was holding the evil silver spear tightly, and he didn't even take a second look at his natal sword and blood song.

She just shrunk in his arms so honestly, Ling Tiansu swept out of the Shahai Tower, stood on the sand dunes where the sun rose, and looked down at her.

At a simple glance, Wu Ying looked like he was extremely weak and petite at this moment, holding a spear longer than her in his arms.

There was no trace of blood on her pale little face, her lips were pursed, and her eyelids were so heavy that she seemed to be about to fall asleep at any time, but she was still stubbornly half-open.

Ling Tiansu's eyes moved, and he said, "Is there anything uncomfortable? Why is my heart beating so fast?"

Wu Ying didn't speak, pursed his lips and looked at his chest slightly, in an angle that Ling Tiansu couldn't see, there was a trace of cowardly greed in his dark eyes, and he wanted to lean on but didn't dare to lean on.

Ling Tiansu didn't say a word when he saw her, he just thought it was because of her arrogance, and he didn't want to show weakness in front of others.

Sighing helplessly, knowing that she was a ghost baby and not very suitable for the scorching sun, he raised a palm and lifted her head in, burying her entire cheek in his chest.

"Since you're tired, sleep well, you've worked hard along the way......"

The tip of Wu Ying's nose was against his chest, and he suddenly felt that his mouth was dry and astringent, as if he had endured for many years, and a seed bud that had been waiting for many years was about to break out of the ground.

She knew that once that seed broke through the ground, she would no longer be able to control all her emotions.

"Brother......

Under the sand dunes, the small leaves walked step by step, the expression remained unchanged, and the pupils of the inky eyes were dyed with a layer of desolation at some point.

Ling Tiansu hugged Wu Ying, who didn't know whether he was asleep or not, and looked up at the disciples of Shahailou, who were as black as dots on the endless yellow and clear desert, and fled for their lives in panic.

But the vast majority of them, when they fled to safety, did not rush to leave the desert.

Instead, they looked at each other with blank expressions

The building that had sunk down was huge and hollow, and it refused to leave.

Ling Tiansu walked down the sand dunes and asked Helian and Ye Liqing, "Your landlord is gone, what are you going to do next?" ”

Helian glanced at Wu Ying, who was obediently lying in Ling Tiansu's arms, his cold expression loosened, and his shocked expression flashed.

Ye Liqing didn't react much, and said calmly: "The landlord is still there, but it's just a different person." ”

She's unruly like Helian, but she's going to keep her promises.

Ye Liqing turned around slowly, and looked at the dazzling pit with Helian, as if waiting for something, from the ashes of the firelight...... Break out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

The yellow sand under his feet became hotter and hotter, and he could clearly perceive the traces of magma spreading and rolling in the depths of the sand.

Ling Tiansu's pupils opened slightly, and in the crimson abyss, a gentle glow of fireflies.

Just as when Yan You broke the mirror, the light emanating from the skin was so gentle and unscorching, wrapping an object in it, and carrying it out very slowly.

Helian's body moved, and he pulled out a long black phantom in the desert, catching the light.

Then, the light gradually shone out, revealing a pale face with closed eyes, it was Meng Qixuan who had a broken arm.

His eyes were closed heavily, but there was no gloomy anger between his eyebrows, and there was a hint of calm and tranquility.

There was still a scarlet sword mark in the center of his eyebrows, which was the result of Ling Tiansu's sword stabbing, and the fluorescent white light surrounding his body was like the clearest and cleanest flowing water in the world, gently and slowly flowing into the wound on his eyebrows.

Until the last ray of light disappeared, the bleeding on his severed arm and the wounds on his back that had been pierced through his body by the demon vine had stopped bleeding and healed.

In his other hand, he was holding a broken headband tightly.

Helian placed him firmly on the desert ground, then took three steps back and got down on one knee.

Ye Liqing also followed, kneeling on one knee in the same way as him.

The black curly eyelashes trembled slightly under the desert wind, and Meng Qixuan woke up from his slumber.

When he opened his eyes, the cold and ruthless anger was gone, and there was only endless confusion.

He propped himself up with one hand and sat up in the yellow sand, looking around with a dazed expression that was no different from that of the Shahailou disciples.

He's alive?

That was his first thought when he came back conscious.

Extremely confused.

Why is he still alive?

Slowly raised his palm, looked at the daze for a while, and then stroked the stinging eyebrows.

Under the eyebrows, there is a very meager but deep, powerful and warm power, which complements and blends in his own soul.

The breath in his body is extremely familiar, and it is exactly how similar it is to the breath of Yan You's ten-step broken mirror in the Shahai Tower at that time.