Phantom Wu then remembered that they all came out, so what about Jiming?

As soon as he thought of him, his eyes were attracted to a certain place, and Phantom Wu turned his head to see a white figure standing in the distance.

It's far away, but Phantom Wu can clearly perceive it, and it's both Ming and looking at himself. She withdrew her gaze from him.

Compared with the jade-like elegance, Lin Qiyi and Fan Xiaotan were both embarrassed, and the top of their heads were smoking, which matched their indignant expressions very well.

Compared with the spotless Qinglone, Huanwu still prefers the hustle and bustle of this world, looking at Fan Xiaotan and Lin Qiyi, she can deeply experience a kind of fresh breath of life.

She loves the breath.

There was a touch of orange and red on the horizon, and the deep night had been lifted, and the sky was about to dawn.

The night was so long that I thought there was no end to it. Fortunately, no matter how unpredictable the world is, the laws between heaven and earth are always moving silently, and such changes happen to be the eternal and unchanging laws of the world, which makes people feel at ease.

Weeping Ling still knelt in front of the Spiritual Pagoda, and at this time, her figure overlapped with the figure of the former dust chanting in front of the tower, making people feel that time had not passed for a moment.

The Soul Tower was riddled with holes, and although it did not collapse completely, it was also crumbling, barely maintaining the shape of a tower.

It doesn't matter if there is a Lang Ji Mirror or not, the Spiritual Pagoda will eventually usher in the end of destruction...... But the dust is still there.

Although there is no movement in the Spirit Feeling Tower, the main trunk of the locust tree has not been burned, and the soul of the dust should be unharmed, but the true fire that grows is extremely fierce, and even if the soul is burned, it will feel painful.

But he never left, and this is the best result for the bell.

The whole person seemed to have fallen into silence like the Soul Tower, and the resentful spirits around him had already fled when the flames were ignited, and there was not even a trace of them at this moment. The sense of alienation from the outside world is broken, the trees and flowers in the distance no longer stand still, and the sense of confinement disappears.

The illusion was completely relaxed, everyone was safe and sound, and they could leave.

But this ease didn't last long, and Phantom Wu saw Ji Ming suddenly walking towards the Feeling Spirit Pagoda - she almost forgot that Ji Ming was a careful eye who had revenge, and he must have been in a very bad mood after being trapped in the tree wall for so long just now.

It is impossible to alleviate such a bad mood and a clear way of doing things, and it is impossible to spare the initiators.

"Run!" shouted at her, but she remained motionless, looking like a prisoner kneeling on the decapitation table waiting for the executioner's knife to fall.

Instead, he glanced back at her and smiled at her, his indifferent expression reminding him of a bloody light in the priest's hall.

His right hand slowly raised, and even if it flew over, it couldn't be faster than the time it took for him to wave his hand, and the phantom's heart was in his throat.

Chang Jue, who was beside him, suddenly took a few quick steps forward and threw the thing in his hand out.

The thing was deep in the earth, a dead branch that had been burned and blackened—a severed branch that had just been pulled out of the heart.

The previous fire burned the branches to ashes, and only a small section of Changju's heart was still there, and it was directly pulled out like a small wooden thorn by Changjue.

Is this dead branch of any use? It's not just phantoms, almost everyone thinks so.

Even Ji Ming looked at Changjue for a long time, and he stopped what he was doing, looking full of contempt.

But Phantom Wu just felt that he was waiting, waiting eagerly more than anyone else to stop him.

Phantom Wu was stunned for a moment, almost subconsciously wanting to stop Changjue, but her hand was halfway stretched out and withdrawn. The weeping bell in front of Ji Ming was actually used to blackmail the phantom, and she couldn't just rely on her own guess and ignore a life.

A faint green glow slid over the center of the eyebrows, and at the same time, the dead branches in the soil also glowed with a pale green glow, and the dead branches that had been burned by the fire also glowed green. The whole clearing was shrouded in a soft green light under the soon-to-be-brighter sky, as if countless nightlights were floating above the wilderness.

It is a beautiful sight, the light of life shining on a field of ashes, which not only gives people a shocking vision, but also gives birth to a peace of hope in people's hearts.

The earth trembled slightly, the trembling of life, almost imperceptible, yet all around us all the time.

The shaking of the leaves when a flower blooms, the trembling of a grass breaking through the soil, the fluttering of butterflies and the fall of water droplets...... The subtle power of these beings was magnified several times at this moment, surging in the land under their feet.

Changjue's whole person was wrapped in cyan light, his body shook, those green rays scattered, and countless new shoots emerged from the ground, stretching out and rushing to the sky in an instant.

Those twigs were extremely fast, and they grew as if they were manipulating several long whips across a large wasteland, and they were clearly whirling with these green vines at the same time, and they had to dodge away from the weeping bells.

He looked at Changjue, and the joy in his eyes was obvious. Originally, he was just suspicious, but he didn't expect that Chang Jue had really cultivated into a wood spirit. The locust branch of the dust pierced through the heart, and it happened to plant the wood spirit in Changjue's body.

Perhaps, even earlier, there was a wood seed in his body, but this opportunity awakened the wood spirit.

It was enough to surprise Ji Ming that Chang Jue woke up so quickly, but it soon occurred to him that the faster the sleeping body woke up with each line of cultivation, the stronger the power of the five elements that that body controlled.

He didn't misread the wrong person, he clearly gave birth to a kind of pleasure, which contained a lot of inexplicable things, which made the spiritual power surging in his body more vigorous and more laborious.

The body shape is strange, quickly jumped up, the fingertip long blade slashed towards the spirit tower, the broken tower body is difficult to withstand the heavy blow, the wood quickly fell off, and most of the top of the tower collapsed, revealing the locust tree in it.

The canopy is completely exposed, bathed in the red glow of the morning sun.

The weeping bell, which had been silent, suddenly burst out, and the golden knife swung out and slashed in front of Jiming's eyes. Ji Ming pretended to resist, but when the weeping bell leaned forward with all his strength, he flashed to the side, and the side of the weeping bell was completely exposed, but Ji Ming just raised his foot and kicked the person to the ground.

The bell did not stop for a moment, and slashed hard at Jiming again, leaving no remaining strength.

It is also a strong character, and the light flashes in his eyes, and this fierce battle has aroused his long-dormant desire to fight.

The cold glow of the blade flickered in front of everyone's eyes, and for a while, when it developed into this situation, they were a little unable to react.

It is clear that it is always a fallen immortal, and the weeping bell is a charm, if there is no external help at all, it will soon fall into success. But she showed no signs of stopping, the sharp blade cut blood marks on her body, the red clothes were tattered and fluttering, and the morning sun seemed to be stained with blood.

"She's crazy?"

No one answered Fan Xiaotan's question, to be honest, Phantom Wu also thought that Weeping Ling was crazy, not so much that she was fighting, but that she was looking for death.

In such a war situation, no one can intervene, and the weeping bell has fallen into a state of non-death.

White smoke came out of the Spiritual Pagoda, which had been silent, and from a distance, it looked like a mist on the top of the mountain. Most of the copper lamps that have illuminated the tower have been overturned, and tung oil is splashed everywhere, and it only takes a spark to ignite the broken tower.

I don't know when the locust branch knocked down a copper lamp, and when the tongue of fire had already spread to the second layer, everyone's eyes took their eyes off the stalemate battle.

Among the people present, only Chang Jue was a water spirit, but the expenditure just now made him a little powerless.

Wood is also water...... Chang Jue's heart moved, and he twisted his fingers, which was a trick to resist water, but he hit the trick on the newly grown shoots.

The water in the tree is scarce, and the reason for growing is to attract more water underground through the young shoots.

A stream of water was sucked out of the twig, and with a wave of his hand, the splash spread upward, and he slapped his palm on the earth again, and the earth was shaken, and the mist sprayed into the soil, and the wet earth threw itself into the flames.

Phantom Wu breathed a sigh of relief, this time the fire should be extinguished, at least a relatively large part of it.

Not wanting to be buried in the wet soil, he quickly dodged away from the Spiritual Tower.

Just when everyone thought that the fire was not a problem, a brown wall under the Spirit Tower broke through the earth, and the wet soil that was extinguishing the fire was blocked.

It wasn't a wall, it was the roots of a locust tree. The roots of the locust trees in the ground are intertwined into a net, blocking their remaining vitality.

Both water and soil are blocked by it.

Phantom Wu pulled Changjue: "Forget it, he wants to die himself, so why should we bother." ”

At this moment, Mote still chose this path. Did he not want to protect him anymore, or did he simply want to get out of here.

It may not be possible to leave without scruples, so burn everything to ashes and leave it here. He is not in pain, and the weeping bell is not in pain.

Who knows? Phantom Wu is no longer able to guess, he will never be able to truly understand a stranger, nor can he truly understand a person who is bent on dying.

Mochen's choice made her feel ridiculous, but the world's choice is always like this, in the eyes of some people it is the truth, and in the eyes of some people it is always unpredictable selfishness. In the eyes of others, she is not doing something stupid and ridiculous.

The flames were soaring, white smoke was rising from the roots of the trees, and the water was evaporating, and soon the locust tree would be burning with the tower into the most inconspicuous pile of ashes in the world.

The morning sun is reflected on the window lattices of thousands of households, and the flames reflect the red sky.

Phantom Wu only saw a fiery red moth stretch its wings and run into the raging flames without hesitation.

The red beads flew backwards, glowing red in the first rays of the morning light, and I don't know if it was blood or red tears.

Phantom Wu remembered that night when he listened to the bell and came to the Spirit Tower, he had seen this scene before.

That red back is just like this moment, running towards the most beautiful moment of her life.

Phantom couldn't see her face, but knew she must be smiling.

You see, in fact, she saw the ending at the beginning, this is a dream that has been destined for a long time, a dream for a lifetime.

Weeping Bell finally embraces love with joy, and Dust and her are together forever, and no one can separate them.

It turns out that this is the choice of Motes.

They have each other completely, and they no longer need to care about all the obstacles in the world, and they will see each other for thousands of years after that.