Qu Ran was buried in the Southern Xinjiang Rebellion

As soon as the Demon Star Hou Qing stretched out his hand, she conjured up a sound transmission butterfly. Butterflies flutter in the air, falling with colourful pollen.

Jun Xiyan confirmed, put away the sound transmission butterfly, and left the southern Xinjiang soldiers there alone after Hua Miaoyun.

"You haven't told me yet, what did she say?"

Watching Jun Xiyan leave, the Demon Star Empress Qing shouted with all the strength of her body.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and her voice sounded, "She said to you, I have never met, I miss you very much, occasionally I miss you, often occasionally." ”

"I haven't met, I miss you very much, I miss you occasionally, often occasionally."

Demon Star Hou Qing muttered this sentence, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the world where he was desolate.

"Is she still alive?" Demon Star Hou Qing only asked Jun Xiyan with his last breath.

"For me, it's important." The Demon Star Empress smiled and muttered to herself.

The Demon Star Empress Qing didn't wait for an answer before she finally died......

Qu Ran is gone.

Then he went to accompany her.

What does it matter to them whether the whole continent lives or dies? He was happy when they were all dead.

"Hahahaha, I want the entire continent to accompany Qu Ran and me...... Bury...! ”

But Qu Ran is here, won't there be no one to protect her anymore?

Demon Star Hou Qing shouted and laughed, completely crazy.

Before he could finish shouting, Hua Miaoyun would solve him.

The battlefield ended quickly, all the magicians were slaughtered, and the warriors of Southern Xinjiang carried back the body of the little young master.

Jun Xiyan, who left, didn't look at this land again, but he didn't expect that there would be changes here.

When she waited for Hua Miaoyun in the poison room, she waited for Hua Miaoyun and Xiao Shaogu Lord, who were covered in blood, to polyphony.

Jun Xi's eyebrows flashed: "What happened?" ”

Hua Miaoyun's voice was calm: "Mushroom Ding is the second young man of the Southern Xinjiang Medicine Valley, and they have rebelled. ”

Jun Xiyan looked at the injured people, quickly gave them the pill, and his eyes were dark: "I'll go out ......"

"No, they have poison in their hands!"

Hua Miaoyun refused, she went from flustered to calm, and quickly stuffed the polyphony to her: "Polyphony, you listen to Sister Xiyan's words, she won't treat you badly in the future." Jun Xiyan, if you call me Aunt Miao, you will be optimistic about my only bloodline. ”

Fuyin looked at the beautiful sister in front of her, and also knew the priority of the matter, so she nodded seriously: "I listen to my mother." ”

Hua Miaoyun didn't wait for Jun Xiyan to speak, and continued: "I won't treat you badly, my blood contains a hundred kinds of poison, don't you want to know what the last antidote to blood poison is?" ”

"I will donate all my blood to this continent, as long as you save my Sanctuary bloodline. Try it with my blood? ”

Jun Xiyan's chest was stuffy, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

They have been working hard for more than a month.

I searched for the entire medicine field in the Huxin Pavilion, but I didn't find it.

Unexpectedly, the last one, Hua Miaoyun wanted to fill it with his own blood.

Hua Miaoyun shoulders the entire Southern Xinjiang Holy Domain, her young son is still young, she can't fight with her life, and now Hua Miaoyun is covered with blood, and her aura has been subtle, so she wants to explain the future.

Looking at Hua Miaoyun's eyes, Jun Xiyan found that she couldn't refuse.

"Good. I will make Polyphony the king of the Southern Frontier Sanctuary. ”

No one questioned that she couldn't do it.

……

An hour later

The second young man of the Southern Xinjiang Medicine Valley has broken through the poison room.

I saw that the medicine shelf was empty, and Hua Miaoyun had disappeared.

"Chase."

Fu Yue Cheng waved his hand, and his hidden guards chased him out.

……

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake

After burying Hua Miaoyun, Jun Xiyan held her breath and quickly prepared the potion, her hands were fast, and every step was accurate to the extreme, so beautiful that it was pleasing to the eye, like a picture scroll.