The blazing sun in the sky gathered towards him, and the warm and clear fire of the sun swept away all the dark and ghostly energy in his body and even in the depths of his soul.

His eyes widened and he began to fear.

He was afraid that he was clearly full of resentment and hatred against that man, but why...... At this moment, he could no longer find half of the resentment he once had.

He couldn't enjoy the pleasure of breaking the mirror, only endless confusion.

At this moment, the sound and shadow of Helian and Ye Liqing interrupted his contemplation.

"Helian (Ye Liqing) meets the landlord!"

Meng Qixuan tilted his head slightly and looked at the two of them.

One looked indifferent, the other frowned, but in the depths of their eyes, there was no trace of strangeness.

The look in his eyes...... It's as if they're looking at their old landlords.

Meng Qixuan only felt that at this moment, there was no trace of color between heaven and earth, and the desert wind whistling in his ears could no longer be heard.

The expression on his face was extremely complicated, his palm had already been unconsciously tightened, and the rough sand and gravel were painful in his palm but he didn't know it.

After a long time, Meng Qixuan heard his voice sound abruptly: "Yan You...... He ......"

Helian slowly raised his head to look at him, although his eyes were indifferent but not piercing, and he said in a low and low tone: "The world is ...... There is no more Yan You landlord. ”

Meng Qixuan frowned, his eyes confused: "You mean...... He's fallen?"

Before Helian could answer, the anger that had rarely subsided in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows swelled again, and the magma deep under the yellow sand around him seemed to be affected by his anger.

Puff puff...... Splitting the yellow sand of the earth, it continued to gush out scorching magma, which fell on the black horns of his clothes, but could not melt half a minute.

The yellow sand in Meng Qixuan's palm sneered at white smoke, and he muttered to himself: "How could he choose the path of death, I clearly persecuted him for three whole days, and did not hesitate to break the legs of his disciples, and he never compromised with the lives of the two of them, why did you ...... at the last moment?"

"That's because...... You've gone too far, you're about to reach the other side, and the landlord wants to ferry you back. Ye Liqing interrupted his muttering, the corners of his eyebrows lowered, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes.

Meng Qixuan's face instantly went blank, even though he was sitting on top of the boiling magma under the scorching sun, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

He suddenly remembered what Yan You said at the beginning.

There is only one ending......

It turned out that he had already made up his mind.

Meng Qixuan sat in place, like a child abandoned by his parents, looking a little dazed and helpless.

He thinks that he was born because of Yan You, and he is limited to him for life, and he is his lifelong enemy.

But in the end, he suddenly found that the world without him was so pale.

Even though his soul is now one, he has succeeded in dominating the throne, from a puppet to a real control.

But when he found out that the person he hated the most could sacrifice for him without hesitation, it was so unacceptable......

Ye Liqing glanced at him and took out an iron ring from his arms, the ring was very rough forged, and the iron-like ring was as rough as gravel.

But in the iron-colored gravel, the pattern of the sky and clouds is carved.

That is the supreme status symbol of Tianque Tower.

She put the ring on the thumb of Meng Qixuan's right hand, and said in a low voice: "The landlord handed over this ring to me when he left the Yong'an City Gate, and he said, I will transfer it to you when the time is right, although he didn't say when the right time is, but I think now is the most appropriate." ”

Meng Qixuan looked down at the ring, his eyebrows were depressed.

Ling Tiansu walked behind Ye Liqing, and when he saw Meng Qixuan's current appearance, he had already thought that Yan You had achieved his ultimate goal.

Laughing helplessly at the impermanence of this world, he thought to himself, if he gave Yan You another chance to start over, I don't know if he would choose to practice the "Devouring and Returning to the Nine Changes" exercise.

The dust settled.

The rebellion in Shahai Ling Tiansu didn't know if it was quelled, after all, Meng Qixuan, the rebel who made waves, became the new lord of Tianque.

And the old lord is forever silent in this sea of sand.

In just a few days, Ling Tiansu watched this Meng Lou master turn from gloomy to confused, then from confused to violent, and finally returned to calm.

The one-armed voice and shadow slowly got up, as if everything was over, as if nothing had happened, reorganizing his sand sea forces.

As for Helian and Ye Liqing, he held absolute trust and entrusted the heavy responsibility, and ordered the two of them to temporarily return to Beijing to take charge of Yongan Tianque Tower.

And Ling Tiansu is just happy to do this, the main purpose of his sneaking into the sand sea this time is to take his sister home.

Originally, I didn't want to delay time, and I wanted to go back to Beijing on the road.

But Wu Ying in his arms has become a big trouble.

Wu Ying, who was originally extremely able to endure pain, even the five sword inserts of the National Teacher Demon Dao had never seen her show much pain.

At this moment, he was trembling and helpless, curled up in Ling Tiansu's arms, one hand tightly hugged the evil spear, and the other pale little hand was helplessly dragging Ling Tiansu's neckline, and the pale cyan blood vessels were clearly presented on the back of his hand.

Ling Tiansu felt the change in her body.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that under Wu Ying's pale and slender neck, countless dense and small pitch-black characters were slowly gathered upward.

The text Ling Tiansu didn't know, it didn't belong to the human language, nor did it belong to the divine text on the big stele, but it revealed a very ghostly atmosphere.

After a while, Wu Ying's cheeks and the back of his hands were covered with these dark and tiny words.

And she bit her lip tightly, and she couldn't bear to moan in pain.

She has never been easy to sweat, and her forehead is already covered with painful beads of sweat at this moment.

Ling Tiansu's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly sat on the sand with her in his arms, untied the red umbrella on her back and opened it, covering her from the scorching sun in the sky.

He asked in a low voice, "Wu Ying, what's wrong with you, why is your body like this?"

Wu Ying couldn't answer his question, but Meng Qixuan in the distance, his expression moved under the slight sweep of his afterglow, and he quickly greeted him expressionlessly, but without a trace of hostility, and said in a deep voice: "It's actually the Ghost Lan Shackle Curse." ”

The corners of Ling Tiansu's eyebrows sank slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "What is the Ghost Lan Shackle Curse?"

Meng Qixuan slowly squatted down, the back of his hand pressed against Wu Ying's cold forehead, and soon there was a faint glow between the touches.

"The Ghost Lan Curse is a poisoning curse from the netherworld, as for the specific source, I don't know very well, I only know that the person in the body of this curse is a ghost curse born from the mother's womb, and this life is destined to be only twenty-five years old. ”

Meng Qixuan slowly withdrew his hand with a contemplative expression: "It's no wonder that when I mentioned Qi Yu and Jiang Yunshen at that time, he reacted like that, it turned out that they were all people with the same fate." ”

Ling Tiansu had never heard of the names Qi Yu and Jiang Yunshen, and at this moment he didn't ask much, but frowned and asked, "Don't live to be twenty-five years old?

Meng Qixuan lowered his eyebrows and said lightly: "If there is a way to solve the curse, those two young talents will not fall so easily, for thousands of years, no one has been able to free themselves from this curse." ”

Ling Tiansu frowned and was about to speak.

"But ......" Meng Qixuan suddenly laughed at himself: "I can be freed from such a dead knot, in this world...... Where are there absolutes? ”

He glanced up at Ling Tiansu and continued: "I'm not from the Netherworld, and I don't have a deep understanding of the Ghost Lan Shackle Curse, but there is someone here who may be able to solve your doubts. ”

Ling Tiansu looked down at Wu Ying, who was almost curled up in a ball, his skin was as cold as the color of ice, revealing a transparent color, but with the dense fine black text, it looked even more weird and extraordinary.

Wu Ying, who lost consciousness, finally let go of all his scruples, trembling all over his body and desperately drilled into Ling Tiansu's arms, greedily absorbing the only source of temperature.

Ling Tiansu sighed helplessly, he couldn't leave this guy alone at this time.

As soon as his hands tightened, he tightly encircled her small body into the words, and passed his body temperature to her without hesitation.

But Wu Ying didn't seem to be enough, stiffened her body, as if the temperature of the idea had a fatal attraction to her, and squeezed her body up desperately, as if she wanted to be one with him.