Song Cihe's body fell to the ground, and the folding fan in his hand was shattered.

All these changes have finally come to an end.

After half a stick of incense, Lu Ping slowly got up, stretched out his hand to point at a few important points, forced out a mouthful of blood, and scanned everything around.

The medicinal power of the drunken autumn wind has been expelled by him with all his spiritual power, and the only one who can still stand with him is the crumbling Wu Qingqian.

He could see that Wu Qingqian's breath in his heart was relieved from the moment Song Cihe died, with her current state, she couldn't pose any threat to him at all, and as for Qi Weibian, who was still not far from him, she didn't have to be afraid.

As the only person who is fully capable of moving, the life and death of all those present are in his thoughts.

Lu Ping walked to Qi Wei's side first.

For this former subordinate who dared to openly rebel against him, and even found out his secrets, he still had a little appreciation for him in his heart, and it was rare for people in the world to be able to do his part.

If the previous battle had not been interrupted, and he still had the huge injuries caused by the thunder and fire on his body, if Qi Weibian persisted for a while, I am afraid that his Tianheng Eight Turns would not be able to bear it, and it would be really difficult to say whether he would win or lose at that time.

If he originally regarded Qi Weibian as a brave and resourceful subordinate who needed attention, now he has regarded him as an opponent who can compete with him.

Such an opponent is certainly happy in the process of fighting for the dragon, but in the overall situation, it is best to destroy him first.

Lu Ping lowered his head, intending to end Qi Weibian's pain in the fastest way, but when he bowed his head, he discovered a fact.

Qi Weibian is dead.

After sending one last thought to Song Cihe, his life also disappeared with the dispersion of that thought.

Wu Qingqian's sad voice came at this time: "Big brother...... Won't want to survive. ”

Lu Ping thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's true." ”

Qi Weibian is arrogant, he will never allow himself to be defeated, today he has worked hard for a long time The situation was broken, first he cut off an arm, was seriously injured, and was so humiliated by Song Cihe, he has become the biggest loser in this game, with his character, he will definitely not live in the world.

This statement is still a bit absolute, after all, Qi Weibian is not careless in this world, but Lu Ping understands why Qi Weibian would give up Wu Qingqian and die willingly.

Only when he died, he couldn't control his life and death and force Wu Qingqian to stay in the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain.

Lu Ping shook his head slightly, closed Qi Weibian's eyes, and said to Wu Qingqian, "What are your plans?"

Wu Qingqian sneered and asked, "Will you let me live?"

Lu Ping didn't say a word, walked straight away, and when he passed by Wu Qingqian, neither of them spoke.

Wu Qingqian came to Qi Weibian's corpse and caressed his face, which was still a little serious until the last moment.

"We're waiting for you below. ”

After whispering these seemingly gentle, but actually vicious cursed words, Wu Qingqian hugged Qi Weibian's corpse and snuggled up to death with him.

Lu Ping shook his head again, his expression not changing much.

Since the anti-flag has been raised, death after defeat is the only destination.

Lu Ping slowly walked to Guan Zhiyao's corpse, and saw that Guan Zhiyao still had his eyes closed, as calm as usual, and sighed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He shouldn't have died here, and in this farce of stepping on the Yellow Springs, it was never him who needed to die.

He died to save him, and without his sacrifice, he would definitely not be able to resist Song Cihe's fire blade.

Lu Ping closed his eyes, and only opened them after a long time, looking at the brother who was still wearing a black robe, but his face was exposed in broad daylight.

Lu Tai'an's death was the most heart-wrenching for him, even if he walked out step by step in the endless sea of blood, he was almost about to cry at this time.

He saw with his own eyes that he was killed by Qi Weibian's sneak attack and was too late to save him, and for the sake of the overall situation, he couldn't immediately avenge Lu Tai'an.

It was his own brother who depended on him for his life, sharing life and death, after entering the eight gates of the ghost realm, they were bright and dark, I don't know how many dangers they had gone through, but now he became a cold corpse on the ground.

It's just that Siren has passed away, no matter how much he thinks, it's useless, Lu Ping's footsteps gradually became heavy, and he walked towards his own son.

I don't know if it was intentional ignorance or some other reason, he didn't glance at the corpse next to Lu Tai'an.

......

"Untie the rune armor. ”

Lu Linxi did as he said, his heart moved, and the Heavenly Charm Armor naturally left his body. Lu Ping immediately put a palm on Lu Linxi's back, and between the white vapor, the drunken autumn wind in Lu Linxi's body was completely expelled in a very short period of time.

Lu Linxi was finally able to stand up and look at his father, but he didn't know what to say for a while, and finally Lu Ping opened his mouth first: "What did you gain from this trip to Huangquan?"

Lu Linxi said in a strange manner: "What else can there be, it's all a farce made up by you, Dad." ”

Lu Ping said: "It's my fault this time, I didn't think that guy would dare to reach in, I'm sorry." ”

Lu Linxi's eyes moved slightly, and after all, this was the first time Lu Ping apologized to him.

But his heart is still extremely depressed, and so is Lu Ping. This verbal apology was just a comfort to their father and son.

Guan Zhiyao and Lu Tai'an died, Qi Weibian and Wu Qingqian, Bai Ye and Song Cihe all died, and they almost died, the high-level of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain were almost completely damaged in this time in the Yellow Spring, and they were completely out of his expectations, and before stepping on the Yellow Spring, the heirs left by the masters of the Ghost Domain also had to go back and carefully investigate - Song Cihe was definitely not the only member of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain that Qiu Fengchun had come into contact with.

Just as Lu Ping was thinking about what should happen next, Lu Linxi's slightly mocking voice came: "Are you satisfied with this now?"

Lu Linxi was really angry at this time, how could he not see now that everything was just a farce made by Lu Ping by faking his death, just to force out those high-level people who opposed him, and then kill them as a matter of course, but it was such a move that had nothing to do that turned the situation into what it is now.

Lu Ping didn't speak, just looked at his son calmly, and sighed silently in his heart.

If it weren't for the Northern Meditation Cultivator who had been involved in the Yellow Spring, the son he had been cultivating would have died in the process of stepping on the Yellow Spring. He had to admit that Lu Linxi really couldn't really participate in a dark place like the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain.

Lu Linxi and him have long been two types of people.

After experiencing a real threat between life and death, Lu Ping also saw a lot, since his son has never been the material for this piece, it is better for him to toss it himself.

But now, he won't let go of Lu Linxi, after all, no matter what, he is his son.

"Let your uncle and Uncle Guan be buried in the ground, as for Qi Weibian and Wu Qingqian, if you want to bury them, if you bury them, only Song Cihe's body must be brought back, and it will be useful." ”

Lu Linxi sneered: "Why don't you do it?"

Lu Ping said calmly: "I am your father." ”

This reason is indeed sufficient enough, Lu Linxi himself has no intention of continuing to compete with Lu Ping, he snorted lightly and was about to do it, although he has no experience in digging graves, with more time, he can still do it.

But before he started, he still said a word to Lu Ping.

"Don't embarrass them. ”

Zhou Han is naturally the Northern Meditation Cultivator who is lying there now.

Lu Ping watched his son find a place to start digging a pit with his own feelings, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Then he walked in front of the Northern Darkness Cultivator and said coldly: "The Deputy Alliance Master of the Northern Darkness, how are you Qiu Alliance Leader lately?"

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "Is this planning to find a reason for me and then die?"

Lu Ping said coldly: "The Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain will never allow others to get involved, whether it is Qiu Fengchun or you." ”

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said: "I never wanted to get involved in the eight gates of the Ghost Domain, I helped Linxi, just because he was my friend, that's all." ”

Lu Ping was silent for a moment, his eyes stared coldly at the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and said, "Interesting." ”

He was opposite to the Northern Meditation Cultivator at this time, but those three words were not said to the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

A sword appeared behind his back.

The owner of the sword was a woman, who had been in a state of not knowing whether she was asleep or in a state of steady, but now that she was awake, the sword and the person were still the same sharp edge.

Yutai Yimeng held the dream in his hand, and the blade of the sword was already close to Lu Ping's back, and there were hidden blood stains.