The ethereal spirit was constantly falling, and Zhou Qiankun was already exhausted.

But he didn't flinch in the slightest, and he swung his sword again and again, until finally, he finally slew the last of the Ethereal Spirits.

However, when the battle was over, Zhou Qiankun looked at the corpses all over the ground, but there was no joy of victory, and his heart was wrapped in great pain.

"Glass ......"

He called Chu Liuli's name in pain, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

His eyes lost focus, as if they were in a state of endless grief.

His body staggered as he walked, each step looking so heavy.

He came to Chu Liuli's side and gently stroked her cheek.

"Ruri, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you."

His voice was filled with endless grief and remorse.

His heart was full of remorse and pain, he hated why he couldn't be stronger, why he couldn't protect Chu Liuli and those comrades.

His heart felt as if it had been torn apart, and every breath was painful.

He sat quietly beside Chu Liuli, accompanying her through the last road.

Zhou Qiankun's world became gray and lost all color.

His heart felt as if it had died, and there was no longer life and vitality.

He knew that he had lost Chu Liuli and those comrades-in-arms forever, and he would never be able to go back to the past.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Qiankun slowly stood up.

"Yaochi Shrine."

His eyes were out of focus, but they radiated a determined light.

He knew that no matter how painful and desperate he was, he could not fall.

Because he is still alive, there are still unfinished tasks and responsibilities.

Zhou Qiankun didn't dare to stop, dragged his blood-stained body, and rushed to the Yaochi Shrine again.

Exhausted, he was covered in scars, and every step seemed so heavy, but he didn't have the slightest intention of flinching.

He came to the ruins of the Yaochi Shrine, and the sight in front of him made his heart tear open again.

The gates of the shrine had been destroyed, the towering palace had collapsed, and there were ruins and dead Yao Chi disciples everywhere.

"Jingu ......"

Zhou Qiankun cried out in pain, his voice echoing through the ruins, but no one answered him.

In the deepest part of the Divine Palace, the bodies of the four Dharma Protector True Gods, Lu Chi Xian and Lu Muxin, were scattered in the dilapidated hall.

Zhou Qiankun's eyes were instantly moist, and tears mixed with blood dripped on the ruins.

He staggered towards the once-solemn hall, each step like stepping on the tip of a sword.

His heart was pierced by ten thousand arrows, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

"Lu Chi Immortal! Lu Muxin senior! Zhao Cangliang's predecessors ......"

He roared, his voice echoing through the empty ruins, with endless grief and anger.

He knelt beside the bodies of the two Dharma Protectors, his hands trembling and caressing their cold faces.

Their eyes were closed, and their faces remained serene, as if they had simply fallen into a deep slumber.

However, Zhou Qiankun knew that they had left this world forever and could never wake up again.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

He choked up, his heart full of remorse and remorse.

If he could have been stronger, if he had been able to arrive earlier, maybe none of this would have happened.

Above the heavenly dome, Priest Chen dragged his broken body and landed in the Yaochi Shrine.

His body was riddled with holes, full of scars of all kinds, and he had gone through thousands of wars.

He looked at Zhou Qiankun and said in a hoarse tone: "Go to Chaos Road, the Holy Maiden needs you." ”

After speaking, Pastor Chen's last breath relaxed, and he was completely out of breath.

Zhou Qiankun raised his head suddenly, looking above the chaotic void.

Qing Yao, is she on Chaos Road?

Zhou Qiankun's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized something.

Could it be that the future that Qing Yao saw in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao was this moment?

"No, no, no! Yao'er, you won't fall, you won't! ”

Zhou Qiankun roared, his voice echoing over the ruins, with endless despair and grief.

He couldn't accept the reality of Qing Yao's fall, how could that woman, who was always gentle and smiling, strong and unyielding, leave him like this?

His body erupted with an intense light, and the exhaustion and pain seemed to be left behind at this moment.

He turned into a streamer of light and rushed in the direction of the Chaos Road.

He had to personally confirm whether Qing Yao had really fallen.

The chaotic road is ethereal, full of unknowns and dangers.

But Zhou Qiankun couldn't take care of these anymore, and he only had Qing Yao in his heart.

He kept shuttling through the chaos, looking for that familiar figure.

"Kill!"

On the chaotic road, trillions of void spirits were full of killing intent and rushed towards him.

Zhou Qiankun's eyes were red, and in the face of the siege of trillions of illusory spirits, he had no intention of retreating.

There is only one belief in his heart, and that is to find Qing Yao and confirm her safety.

"Get out of here!"

He roared, and his body erupted with even brighter light.

His fist was like a bright star, and every swing took away a large area of ethereal life.

However, the number of ethereal spirits is so great that it seems to be endless.

They kept coming from all directions, surrounding Zhou Qiankun.

Zhou Qiankun's clothes were broken and he was injured in many places.

But his eyes grew more and more determined, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

"Qing Yao, wait for me!"

He called silently in his heart, and each cry increased his strength by a point.

Finally, he saw a figure in front of him.

The figure lay quietly at the end of the Chaos Road, emitting a faint glow.

"Yao'er!"

Zhou Qiankun's heart trembled, and tears burst out of his eyes instantly.

He rushed frantically towards the figure, leaving all the ethereals behind.

When he came to Qing Yao's side, what he saw was her closed eyes and peaceful face.

Zhou Qiankun's heart seemed to be torn apart, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

He couldn't believe it was true, and he wasn't willing to accept this harsh reality.

He hugged Qing Yao's cold body tightly, and tears kept dripping down her face.

"Why? Why did you leave me like this? ”

He cried out in pain, but Qing Yao couldn't respond to him.

Zhou Qiankun's heart died, and his world collapsed at this moment.

He had lost his most important companion and beloved, and there was nothing left to sustain him on.

However, at this moment, Qing Yao's body suddenly emitted a faint light.

Her fingers moved slightly, as if to tell Zhou Qiankun that she hadn't left yet.

"Yao'er?"

Zhou Qiankun exclaimed in surprise, and he hurriedly checked Qing Yao's situation.

He found that although Qing Yao was unconscious, she still had a faint breath of life.

"You can't die, I can't let you die!"

Zhou Qiankun's heart was full of firmness and determination.

He knew that he had to save Qing Yao, no matter what the price was.