A rain of arrows came from all directions.

If Si Dao's physical condition is at its peak, he can naturally save He Muluo. However, in order to refine his vitality, his body was completely overloaded. If he wants to get up and move around, he needs help.

In the same way, Homulo had just recovered and was also unable to move.

Therefore, although Si Dao tried his best to protect He Muluo. But when he reacted, He Miro's heart had been pierced by a rocket.

He Miro's vitality began to pass rapidly, and Si Dao wanted to stop it, but there was nothing he could do about it. He froze in place, losing the ability to think.

If it weren't for Fu Qianwen to rescue her, Si Dao would also die under the rain of arrows.

Outside the bamboo house, Si Dao saw that the person who attacked was a resident of Jianshui Town. The densely packed residents of Jianshui Town crawl among the mountains and forests, and there are countless of them. The leading objects are none other than Wang Tianshi and Sima Nantong. With bows and arrows in hand, they played the role of hunters, and smiled excitedly when they saw the weak Si Dao.

From the day Si Dao took away the Manluo flower, Sima Nantong had already expected that the Manluo flower was not simply something that could be stimulated. Otherwise, Si Dao would have taken it long ago. On that day, Si Dao was in a hurry to get Manluo flowers, and he must be in a hurry to save people.

In order to investigate the information, Sima Nantong's eyeliner has long been all over the bamboo house.

Wang Tianshi and Sima Nantong had already discovered that since a month ago, Si Dao no longer went out, and the person who went out every day became Fu Qianwen. A few days ago, Si Dao was so weak that he needed support to walk, and he was also noticed.

Everything confirms Sima Nantong's conjecture.

In this way, Wang Tianshi and Sima Nantong will certainly not let go of this opportunity.

Right now, judging from the ending, although Si Dao is not dead, he is even weaker than the last time. In this way, Fu Qianwen became the only combat force. Fu Qianwen couldn't even let go of the fight. Because, she needs to protect a lot of people. There was simply no way she could give up on anyone else.

Fu Qianwen once appeared in Jianshui Town. Although she is over 50 years old, her character is clear at a glance.

At the sound of an order, the rain of arrows struck again. Wang Tianshi and Sima Nantong had a month to prepare for today, and they had plenty of arrows. Everything has been calculated clearly.

Sun Xiu shouted. Nanrong Xue'er's face turned pale. Fu Qianwen tried to protect everyone, but ended up suffering arrow wounds.

Si Dao knelt on the ground, kneeling beside Homulo.

Homulo lay in Si Dao's arms. She tried to touch Si Dao's cheek one last time, but found that she couldn't. Si Dao grabbed He Miro's hand and put it on his face.

"After all, I couldn't go down with you!" He Muluo smiled at the corner of his mouth and burst into tears, "The happiest days of my life are the days with you." I regret it a little, why...... Why didn't you leave the immortal path behind and ...... as soon as possible? I'll be with you soon. ”

Homulo spoke with difficulty. She didn't say a word, and a lot of life in her body passed.

Si Dao shook his head hard. He didn't want Homulo to speak. However, he also knew that these were the last words that Homulus could say.

He couldn't stop everything. He struggled to hold Homulo's chest to keep the blood from flowing. He worked hard to stimulate the killing intent, wanting to refine more vitality. Still, the blood gushed out. However, it is not easy to refine Manluo flowers in a short period of time.

"Live, don't be blinded by hatred, promise me ......" He Miro's voice became quieter and quieter.

The priest did not answer.

"Daughter, I gave birth to a daughter for you......"

He Muluo exhausted all his strength and finished the last sentence. Then, she died completely, never to be left alive again. Although the magic of the fairy is wonderful, it cannot resurrect the completely dead. He Muluo's soul slowly floated, still so beautiful, but there was no longer any consciousness, there would be no more movement, and it slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

At the moment of Homulo's death, the world lost its brilliance.

Si Dao's eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul. He realized the mistake he had made. On that day, he should have killed Wang Tianshi directly. He should not have mercy.

Not only that, he should kill all the residents of Jianshui Town who can't be saved. He should eliminate all potential threats. That way, what happened today would not have happened. Homulo's vitality will not pass away as it is now.

Everything is his fault. He was the one who killed Homulus.

The most precious existence of his life was killed by himself. The meaning of his existence was lost by himself. His world was destroyed by himself.

He couldn't forgive himself.

"God, is this the world you want to protect at all costs? is this the price the world pays?"

He shouted to the sky, but no one answered. He looked coldly at the raging flames around him, and at the residents of Jianshui Town who had begun to cheer wildly in the distance.

He suddenly began to laugh, laughing maniacally, laughing through the heart.

Nothing matters anymore. Everything has lost its meaning.

His pupils turned black. A black gelatinous substance is constantly emerging from his body. The black killing intent enveloped Si Dao, isolating it from heaven and earth. Immediately afterward, the space around them began to distort. The surrounding spiritual power was gradually devoured by the black killing intent. The rules of heaven and earth are constantly changing. Eventually, the frozen spiritual power was finally pried open. The original inactive spiritual power began to circulate again.

The real cold is coming!

"Everyone, all have to die!"

The voice was weak, but it was the verdict of death.

At the same moment as the sound was heard, the flames from all over the bamboo house vanished. All the residents of Jianshui Town near the bamboo house became ice sculptures, which then shattered into ice crystals and drifted into the air. They were still happy before they died. They don't even feel their own death.

The farther crowd saw the miracle and finally realized that the person they wanted to kill was really an immortal. They scattered and fled, but none of them survived. Ice crystals spread with the wind, allowing non-humans to escape.

A wisp of red ridge appeared, obscuring the heavens and the earth, blocking all the ice crystals that pursued the mortals.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth was broken. It's like dominoes. One scattered, two scattered, two scattered, constantly transmitted to the surrounding space. More and more spiritual power was awakened. Even, the spiritual power in the distance showed signs of awakening. It was as if the spiritual power of the entire heaven and earth should have awakened at the current moment, just as it should have awakened at the moment after He Muro's complete death.

"You're going to stop me?"

The cold voice faced Fu Qianwen alone. At this moment, in the flying ice crystals, Si Dao had white eyebrows and silver hair, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, only the desire to kill, only the disgust of living beings, and only the resentment of all things. He has been completely engulfed by killing intent and reduced to a "demon".