Under the aura of despair, three days seemed longer than three thousand years, but it could have been just a trance, a few battles, and by the time you drained the blood from your weapon, three days passed.

During this time, although Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi should eat and drink, they still cared about the movements of Bai Ye and Zhizhengtang at all times, and wanted to find out whether they could have a countermeasure plan from their every move.

But unfortunately, except for the majestic posture of Bai Zhizheng who had seen Bai Zhizheng slaying strange beasts from a distance on the battlefield, the two of them found nothing.

It seems that he has already made up his mind, and it seems that he has not paid attention to Zou Yanwen and Wangeliu.

Qingyun's heart was somewhat guilty that he might bury Bai Zhizheng and even Zou Yanwen with his own hands, but to put it bluntly, he was just some insignificant outsiders.

He hired Zou Yanwen to rescue Yao Pofeng with the Awakening Soul Pill, a transaction.

Wan Guliu saved his life, but he also threw him as a bargaining chip to Xiao Luoyi and flattened it.

As for Bai Zhizheng, Qingyun thought that although he owed something, Bai Ye also used his body to block the sword, which was still enough to repay the favor.

Only poor Bai Xuan and Wan Congfang are the victims of this whole conspiracy.

But in Xiao Luoyi's words, since Bai Xuan and Wan Congfang have made the decision to set foot in the small secret realm, they must have the consciousness that they will die at any time!

Cultivation is not child's play, and what is never lacking on the road to heaven is the stepping stone of the strong!

"Only the weak talk about morality and fairness, and they usually die when they finish talking. ”

Xiao Luoyi's words were full of cruelty and blood, but this was the truth she had realized in her nearly two hundred years of cultivation in the Demon Gate.

"What about me?"

Qingyun smiled a little self-deprecatingly, but still asked Xiao Luoyi.

"You are weak, but you will be strong, and I will never let you die until then. ”

Xiao Luo stared at the direction of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Center, his voice was full of determination, and only Qingyun had only a resolute attitude towards his own actions.

That day and night, an earth-shattering explosion that seemed to be enough to blast through all the thirty-three realms shook all the living beings on the battlefield to the point of losing their hearts.

Yes, the direction of the sound came from the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice House, which had long since become a ruin, and the huge and blazing pillar of light was like a burning golden crow, lighting up the originally dim starry sky.

The monks laid down their weapons, and the beasts put away their fangs, all staring in horror in the direction of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall, panicked.

"Eldest sister, did you say that Bai Zhizheng would die?"

Qingyun also stared at the pillar of light and asked silently.

"What do you say?"

Xiao Luo didn't answer the rhetorical question.

"Although looking at the intensity of this explosion, it should be Li Lingjun who detonated several white jade pendants at the same time, I still don't think he will die so easily. ”

"Me too, now I know why Li Lingjun said that he watched the creation of Zou Yanwen and Wanguliu, if he can survive this kind of explosion, then he really shouldn't die. ”

The explosion lasted less than ten breaths before it came to an abrupt end, and the pillar of light disappeared even faster, and although they didn't know what was happening, everyone could still see a huge crater in the distance.

Then, as the fog above the pit dissipated, a little bit of dreamy void appeared around the pit, which was beautiful and fascinating.

And with this explosion, except for Yao Mengxun, no one felt that the entire Buming Ancient Site, and even the Thirty-Three Realms, seemed to have undergone some kind of change again.

Qingyun's eyesight was excellent, and he seemed to vaguely see something in the dust, and couldn't help but pull Xiao Luoyi's black veil:

"Look, eldest sister, there seems to be something in the dust mist!"

After taking a closer look, Xiao Luo sighed lightly and asked:

"Huh, what are you looking at?"

"Dragon!"

I saw a winding and slender dragon shadow hidden in the fog waves, the head horns were grand, the fingers and claws were sharp, and the dragon's tail was a faint purple under the reflection of the obscure streamer, as if it would soar into the sky at any time.

"Where's the dragon?"

Hearing this, Qingyun's heart moved, and he said secretly:

"The cultivation of the fifth layer of the eldest sister Yuanhua Realm, the five senses of spiritual sense should be stronger than mine, but she can't see it, presumably this dragon shadow is only visible to me. ”

But it was really like a flash in the pan, and the purple dragon shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye, Qingyun pressed the doubts in his heart, and said to the eldest sister that he was dazzled.

Immediately, seeing several figures rushing out of the chaotic dust, and behind these figures, it was obvious that someone was still chasing and killing, Qingyun is eyes widened and exclaimed:

"Bai Zhizheng!"

"He really didn't die so easily!"

Xiao Luoyi also muttered in shock.

She had been staring at the direction of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice from afar without slackening for a moment, and after witnessing the power of the white jade pendant with her own eyes, she thought that it was impossible for her to survive such an explosion, even if she had a defensive magic weapon to protect herself!

Because the power of the jade pendant explosion had long exceeded the attack power of the Yuanhua Realm monk, at least comparable to a blow from the Condensing Realm, and she knew better than anyone else the horror of the high-level monk!

But Rao is like this, although he is very far away, and this person is covered by dust, but that snow-white and majestic figure, who will it be if it is not Bai Zhizheng?

saw Bai Ye flee straight into the battlefield in full view of everyone, and then folded into the Zhizheng Hall camp, forcing the people chasing behind him to stop and flee.

And the other figures were gradually rushing towards Qingyun's side, obviously coming to the second young gang.

"It should be Zou Yanwen and them. ”

Xiao Luo stared at his beautiful eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Let's go, pick them up!"

"Aren't you afraid that Li Lingjun will kill him?"

"Hmph, she doesn't dare!"

Qingyun snorted and took the lead to answer.

Fortunately, Bai Ye attracted everyone's attention, and most of the people in the Second Young Gang, including Yao Pofeng, were outside to participate in the battle tonight, and Zou Wan and the others were able to arrive safely.

When they had to push back the Shadow Dead again, they were all frightened by their terrible situation.

Wan Guliu's eyes were destroyed, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his body was even more white and boneless, holding Wan Congfang, who didn't know life and death, insisted on going to the second young gang with a heart of loving his daughter.

Zou Yanwen was slightly better, but his blue robe had also turned into a tattered bloody robe, his entire chest cavity was deeply concave into a large piece, and his left arm was shoulder-to-shoulder and swaying in the wind, if it weren't for the connection of skin and flesh, I was afraid that he would have disappeared long ago.

"Quick, come in!"

Qingyun had already prepared a secret camp tent and led the two of them into it quietly, but Wan Guliu had just entered, and he fell straight down.

Fortunately, Xiao Luo was quick at a glance, and took Wan Congfang from Lao Wan's hand, but his brows were slightly frowned.

"Senior Brother Zou, what are you..."

Before Qingyun finished speaking, he saw that Zou Yanwen first laid down a layer of sealing array with one hand, and then continued his broken arm, then gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Let me take my time. ”

"Good. ”

Qingyun stopped talking nonsense, and then lifted Wan Guliu, who had only one breath left, to the bed, only to find that Xiao Luoyi was still holding Wan Congfang in his arms, standing motionless, frowning and staring at the sleeping girl in his arms.

"Eldest sister, you will also have her..."

But before he finished speaking, he also realized something, and hurriedly rushed to Xiao Luo with an arrow step, and was about to raise his hand to probe his nose, but saw Xiao Witch shake her head:

"The Divine Mansion has been destroyed, and there is no way to return to heaven. ”

The blood was still dripping down Xiao Luoyi's lotus root, and Qingyun's hand was frozen in the air for dozens of breaths.

Once upon a time, that cute girl who was excited and playful left a deep impact on Qingyun, and he even remembered that when he first saw Wan Congfang, she was wearing a ** embroidered lily skirt.

When she was caught by Xiao Luo, she kept crying, desperately begging Wan Guliu to save him, but the next time she saw the girl, she was a little less playful and a little more mature.

Qingyun was happy that she could join the Zixiao Sect, and he was also worried that she was captured by Bai Zhizheng.

But this girl who is like a passerby and a girl next door is now lying in Xiao Luoyi's arms coldly, and the blood on her face is slowly fading with time.

His heart suddenly hurt.

Qingyun really wanted to see Wan Congfang's long eyelashes flutter again, and wanted to listen to the father and daughter again, and wanted to see the smile of the girl when she jumped up and waved goodbye to him.

But in the room, only the faint medicinal fragrance on her body remained, which seemed to linger between her noses, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Yes, Xiao Luoyi told him that the weak only deserve to live at the feet of the strong, but when he really faced the blood of the girl, Qingyun's heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.

This is no longer the boring emotion after he stabbed the enemy, but because of his matchmaking or deliberate connivance, which led to the tragic death of an innocent girl.

He knew and expected Wan Congfang to die, but under his deliberate evasion, he never took it to heart.

"It's all for Brother Feng, for the overall situation..."

Qingyun repeated to himself over and over again this reason that was so simple that it couldn't be simpler, but it wasn't until Wan Congfang died in front of him that he realized that he might have done something wrong that wasn't right.

"If Wan Congfang and Bai Xuan are weak, then what's the difference between me and the lackeys who succumb to the strong?"

A heavy cough pulled Qingyun's thoughts back to reality, and he saw that Wan Guliu struggled to stand up, wanting to get off the bed, and kept shouting the word "Fang'er" in his mouth.

"Master Wan, your injuries are too serious, don't get up!"

The word "Fang'er" was like a hammer, constantly slamming Qingyun's heart, but he still endured the discomfort, came to the bed of Wanguliu and pressed it down.

"Green... Qingyun? We're back... Two... Two... Less help?"

"Yes, Master Wan, Senior Brother Zou brought you back. ”

Qingyun's voice trembled a little, and he said mechanically.

"Where's Fang'er, where's my Fang'er?"

Xu is eyes were destroyed in the explosion of the white jade pendant, Wan Guliu raised his hands high, kept groping in the air, I don't know if it was tears or blood that slipped from the corners of his eyes, staining the sheets red.

"She... She..."

Just when Qingyun was at a loss and was speechless, a snow-white and delicate lotus root arm appeared in front of his eyes, and then tightly grasped Wan Guliu's hands waving wildly.

"Big sister!"

Qingyun just wanted to speak, but heard Xiao Luoyi's voice:

"He can't do it anymore, you tell him that Wan Congfang hurt his throat and can't speak. ”

This time, Qingyun solemnly glanced at Xiao Luo's bewitching and beautiful face, he knew that something deeply ingrained in the eldest sister's heart had changed.

"Master Wan, Miss Fang'er is here, she has woken up, but she can't speak because she hurts her vocal cords, if you have anything to say!"

Qingyun did not hesitate, a faint but warm spiritual power slowly entered his body along Wan Guliu's chest.