Two figures appeared.

Almost at the same time, under the pile of white bones, a stream of red-golden light penetrated the gaps in the white bones of Sen Sen, shooting out in all directions.

Wherever the red gold light passed, the ashes of the white bones flew away, and the breath of holiness flowed endlessly.

Mo Feijian stared at the dazzling light, and his complexion changed suddenly, "Young Master, this is... Divine Light!"

Long Junmo's face was calm, and a dark light quickly crossed his eyes. However, he didn't stop, his figure flashed, and he landed beside Ye Qingchen.

At this moment, Ye Qingchen was lying on the ground, already fainting. The crimson golden light emanated from her body, and it gradually converged until it finally disappeared into nothingness.

The Mo Fei Sword landed behind Long Jun Mo and watched as the red gold light disappeared.

"Miss Ye, she is actually a descendant of that clan. Mo Feijian didn't dare to mention which clan that he was referring to, because for him and the young master, that clan was an unspeakable taboo.

He glanced at his young master with a solemn face. He sighed in his heart that things didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

Long Junmo stared at Ye Qingchen condescendingly for a while, and then picked her up expressionlessly, without saying a word, her figure flashed, and she disappeared.

"Eh, young master... Mo Feijian hurried to chase after him.

After a few people left, in the ancient battlefield, the sound of the piano returned to its previous artistic conception, as if telling an ancient story...

On the side of the cold pool, Long Junmo lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was unconscious in his arms, and thousands of thoughts were mixed in his deep eyes.

The person in her arms, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, as if she felt pain, her brows furrowed tightly, and her mouth let out a muffled grunt of pain.

Long Junmo's big palm was attached to Ye Qingchen's waist, and he saw that a golden mang spread out from his fingertips, extending to Ye Qingchen's limbs and hundreds of remains.

Ye Qingchen's frowning brows gradually loosened, and his complexion gradually improved, but he still didn't wake up.

"Young master, Miss Ye, it should be that the bloodline has been sealed... Mo Feijian pondered for a long time before he tentatively spoke.

"Let it be as if nothing happened today. Long Junmo's warning eyes were unmistakable.

Mo Feijian's eyes flashed, "Yes... ”

Long Junmo hugged Ye Qingchen and walked out silently.

Mo Feijian suddenly remembered that the young master had interrupted his healing to save Ye Qingchen, and immediately said urgently, "Young master, Ye Qingchen will be handed over to me, you can go back to the Taiyi Secret Realm to heal first." ”

He thought that Ye Qingchen was just over-consumed, and his life was fine, and the young master suspended his healing halfway, the consequences were very serious, the priority was urgent, and the two were compared, of course, the young master's injury was more important.

Obviously, someone doesn't think so.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Feijian felt that the temperature around him had dropped by dozens of degrees all of a sudden, as if he was in a cold winter, he was in an ice cellar, and he sighed in his heart, wanting to cry without tears.

"Young master, you just didn't say anything to me?" Mo Feijian's shoulders collapsed, making an ostrich shape. He really wanted to slap himself a few times, why was he so blind? What kind of nonsense was he talking about?

Long Junmo glanced at Mo Feijian coldly, and then disappeared.

It wasn't until Long Junmo disappeared for a long time that the expression on Mo Feijian's face gradually returned to seriousness.

It turned out that unconsciously, there was already such a person, she appeared suddenly, and then subtly influenced, and finally quietly occupied the heart of the young master of his family.

He remembered the night when he first entered Xuanzhou, he asked the young master why he chose Xuanzhou, and the young master replied to him: "The star track is changing, and the marriage is unsolvable." Later, he learned that the so-called unresolved marriage was actually the catastrophe of the young master's fate.

It is a catastrophe and doomed to ups and downs, as for the ending, it is either a happy or a regret. Until the end, no one knows where this path will eventually lead.

However, Ye Qingchen's identity...

Mo Feijian's hand tightened tightly.