In that room, which had few objects, there was a strong smell of blood.

The woman in white, all stained with blood, remained motionless, still maintaining that movement.

Her eyes were closed, and the volume on her mouth grew louder and louder.

"Seven Tibetan gods, did you hear me?!"

"Save him..."

She let go of the last of her dignity and pleaded loudly.

Half an hour later, the boy's limbs were stiff and his face was pale, and he had turned into a cold corpse.

The young man's three souls and seven spirits who wanted to return to heaven and earth were bound by mountains and rivers and couldn't leave.

Or it could be a reluctance to leave.

Mrs. Chu's face was dull, and her charming peach blossom eyes were like petrification, without a trace of life.

"Hehe... Isn't it okay after all? ”

"Ahh

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and she shouted to the sky, venting the anger in her heart.

An extremely strong blood qi emanated from the woman's body, and the three-story low building was instantly shattered.

Everyone in Dongchu Sword Village had already left, and they had fled far away......

"You let go of the old man and let the old man go back!"

After Yu Yangping broke free from the Keqing's hand, he stood in place, motionless.

The kind-hearted guest shook his sleeves and left by himself.

The old man stood quietly and looked into the distance, "You've already left Jianzhuang a hundred miles away, right?" ”

With his mortal body, how could he rush back?

The old man slowly squatted down, hugged his head and cried.

A boy who is so talented in the piano has fallen like this?

"How... How so? ”

He has played the piano all his life, and even when he sleeps at night, he is half-asleep and half-awake studying how to write music.

Only he knows the power of this young man, and this kind of pain of regret is difficult to tell people.

The old man's crying stopped, but he squatted motionless, staring blankly at the "dirty" ground.

That boy who had never seen a colorful world and never seen the sunshine was stabbed to death by the person he liked?

"Hehe... Hahaha-"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous! I wouldn't have come to this Dongchu Sword Village if I knew it... Yu Yangping, you're really damned......"

can spend most of his life with his lover, when she left first, he cried heartbreakingly, but that young man saw himself being killed by the person he liked, how desperate should he be?

Oh, by the way, he's blind.

Yu Yangping laughed in a low voice and slowly raised his head, it turns out that a life like him is already considered happy?

He raised his head and stopped, stunned, was it a pair of white cloth shoes?

"A woman's feet?"

Yu Yangping's old eyes were mixed with tears, his vision was hazy, and he vaguely saw a woman wearing a dark green skirt.

The old man wiped his eyes to barely see her face.

"Why are you crying?" The woman's voice was low, and she asked softly.

"Huh...?"

After Yu Yangping wiped his eyes again, he knelt down directly, bowed his head and bowed, "This immortal, hurry up and save that young man, his name is Wei Xia Zhi, and he is a rare pianist in the world..."

The old man was so sad that he didn't notice the woman's disgraceful face.

He only knew that this woman was extraordinary, and she must be a fairy.

The woman in the skirt shook her head slightly, and the old man instantly went hundreds of miles away.

She walked slowly and said with a wry smile: "Who said that most of the people of the Nanling Immortal Dynasty are cold-blooded? I don't think so..."

After glancing at Jianzhuang, she disappeared into the world, leaving a soft sigh.

"The sound of the piano is good, and the appearance is good, but the Dao heart is too bad... It's hard to save it. ”

After a scholar came out of the Nanling Immortal Dynasty, he spent a great price and sent a message to her for hundreds of thousands of miles, saying that it was 100,000 urgent, and there might be no Taoist companions in half a moment......

The scholar also said that they were good friends, so she came.

Just a little disappointed.

Wu Zhongsheng is twenty years old, and she is still a child, she is not disappointed, but a little happy.

It's just that he's disappointed in his friend, and maybe even the boy is a good friend made up by Wu Zhongsheng to coax her to go out for a walk.

It is indeed some ability, just in the Qi Gathering Realm, there is a face that most immortals can't match...... Of course, it was really good.

When Yu Yangping raised his head again, he was stunned for a long time before he choked up and said, "Immortal, please save him..."

He knew she was still looking at him.

The person outside the house heard the sound and rushed to see a young man.

The man was also stunned, and then wondered, "Dad, when did you come back?" ”

Doesn't it mean that one day on the mountain is ten years below the mountain?

At the time of the separation, the young man had prepared for the worst, which would be goodbye.

Yu Yangping's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know what he was muttering about an immortal.

The woman in the skirt, who had already left the territory of the Purple Qi Sect, sighed and returned to Dongchu Sword Village, but she didn't get closer.

She was going to look at it again, and she should have responded to the old man's plea.

Mrs. Chu shook her head, and after shaking off the dust and sawdust, her voice was not like that of a woman, hoarse and low, "Seven Tibetan Gods... Do you hear me? ”

She pleaded again, her tone growing more and more painful.

Two breaths later, just when the woman was completely desperate, a soft sigh resounded in her heart.

"Thank you for your preaching."

Suddenly, Mrs. Chu laughed, as if swimming through the long river of years, the slightest green stain of frost and snow, and the skin was stained with age marks.

It's no longer a beauty.

The blood-clothed woman with more and more vicissitudes in her eyes was full of tears, but she smiled very happily, I am afraid that she has never had such a happy moment in her life.

The woman in the skirt in the distance sighed softly, put away the jade flute that was put to her mouth, and the entire dark green figure drifted away with the wind.

Mrs. Chu knelt on the edge of the bed, and after lying on the young man's chest for a while, she waved her hand gently, and all Wei Xia Zhi's things under the ruins of the house were included in the mountains and rivers by her.

"It's time to go, this place I hate the most, goodbye..."

As soon as the woman spoke, hundreds of buildings on the top of the mountain turned into dust, and even the platform in the center was lifted.

The entire Jianzhuang has completely disappeared.

Disappearing with it, there is also the woman in blood clothes holding the young man.

After the middle-aged Daoist returned to the Purple Qi Sect, he was close to running out of oil lamps, and he almost died of exhaustion when he walked thousands of miles in one day.

"Fortunately, just in case, I brought a few talismans."

He landed in front of the mountain gate, and after a few breaths, a Taoist priest flew down from the top of the mountain.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged Taoist raised his hand and said intermittently: "Dong Chu... Mrs. Jianzhuang Chu... Cultivating the Five Tibetan Demons... The 20,000 people were also killed by her... and the two juniors who went with me..."

"Presumptuous—"

A thunder sound sounded from the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, and it did not disperse for a long time, and the voice of a middle-aged man could be faintly heard.

"She is a member of the Huoyun Sect, not to mention that she lives in our Purple Qi Sect's territory, and she still dares to cultivate demonic skills at the feet of the Purple Qi, or is she a Five Tibetan Demon?!"

The person who came from the voice was obviously a little unconvinced, and asked very irritablely.

Not long ago, he just died of an apprentice, and he still died tragically, and now when he encounters such a thing, it is difficult not to think about it.

The middle-aged Taoist nodded with difficulty, "Exactly, and... Countless souls and blood... Hovering around her... We are not opponents. ”

"Send a message to the Fire Cloud Sect and let them give us an explanation!"

"Yes!"

The Taoist priest who had just come down the mountain didn't have time to send the middle-aged Taoist back, so he left in the wind and didn't know where to go.

"Senior brother, don't worry."

A young voice exploded in the clouds, and the middle-aged man who was about to go out against the wind stopped and said, "Why did Senior Brother stop me?" ”

No response.

Half an hour slower than the middle-aged Taoist, Xiang Liming landed on a street with a woman in a blue dress, a little embarrassed.

He glanced at the building at the foot of the hill in front of him and staggered forward.

After glancing at the blue-robed man, many mortals just moved out of the way, not surprised at all.

Ye Wei's eyes were blank, and she was still muttering something.

"I killed Wei Xia Zhi... I killed Wei Xia Zhi..."

Xiang Liming frowned, turned back to her, "Hurry up!" ”

Although he was almost home, he had not yet reached the center of the Xiang family, and once he was caught up by Mrs. Chu, the family might not have time to rescue him.

"Hahaha-"

"I killed Wei Xia Zhi?" The woman in the blue dress had a dull look in her eyes and laughed loudly.

"Crazy woman..."

Xiang Liming gritted his teeth and continued to take her to the wind.

Nanling Xiangjia's strength far exceeds that of ordinary immortals, as long as he returns home, Mrs. Chu can't help him.

It's just the head of an ordinary immortal sect, even if he has practiced the Five Tibetan Demons, he doesn't dare to come to his Nanling Xiang family to make trouble.

Xiang Liming suddenly smiled, those Dao Sect people will go and get her, right?

Thinking of this, he was completely relieved.

"Ye Wei, Ye Wei, hehe..."

The woman in the blue dress was like crazy, still smirking and muttering that sentence.