is confronting the demon tide in the distance, away from the hatred of the sky, the first light of dawn has appeared.

In front of the Taixu Palace, Zi Wu stood beside Leng Yu with the 'shaking light' Yingying, the cold and cool wind blowing, the skirt fluttering, the whole person was tranquil and pure, incomparably moving, almost unreal like a dream, only born in the deepest part of the human soul.

Leng You's head was drowsy, and he pressed his temples to pant heavily, and it took a long time before he slowly calmed down.

After a long period of darkness and darkness, everything in front of me returned to the filthy soil that had been born before, the sky was dark, and the apocalypse was catastrophic.

"That's what ...... despair"

Leng Youmu muttered to himself, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and his face was already so pale that there was no blood.

In the mind, it is only gray, it is the gray of complete despair.

A gust of cold wind blew in his face, blowing through his mind, and his cold and tired mind gradually cleared up, and the void seemed to crack countless cracks, which was permeating with a cold breath, cold and penetrating the heart, with a creepy taste.

Away from the hatred heaven, there is another qi machine flowing around between the twelve peaks.

"Nine Shadows Reincarnation...... The Twelve ...... of the Heavens"

Cold silence.

But now, even if the twelve main peaks collapse, what can he do.

Zi Wu looked sideways and said, "Leng You, go down and see who the Lord of the Ruthless Hall is!"

Leng Yu struggled to speak: "You want to kill me?"

"No, but I don't know if I'm dead or not. Purple Dance responded.

Zi Wu naturally glanced at Leng You, her delicate face flawless.

The past is like the wind, once the sea is only like a cloud of smoke, Zi Wu is just like the time that has not been encountered many years ago, not contaminated with the dust of the years, nor does it add a trace of sadness to the red dust, Leng Yu stiffly stretched out his right hand to pinch Zi Wu's throat, but he couldn't give birth to the idea of being ruthless.

Leng You weakly withdrew his hand, spit out a breath of turbidity, and said with difficulty: "If I don't die this time, you will die." ”

"Hee-hee!"

Zi Wu's eyes were curved like a crescent moon, and she smiled coquettishly: "Leng Yu can't kill me!"

Leng You's body shook for a while, and it was extremely heavy.

When the cold breeze gradually stopped, the sober mind became very tired and muddy, as if it would collapse and fly away at any time, which was extremely uncomfortable.

looked at the shuriken fetus, Leng You's eyes were stiff, and his eyes were a little dazed for a while.

From the beginning to the end, there has been no trace of the reincarnation of the heavenly void, which can be felt but not touched, and I don't know when I have unconsciously fallen into the place of no return, so that I am in a desperate situation today.

It's just a pity that Zhao Buzhu's face was silent outside the hateful world, and he never thought that the cold and quiet in the rear had already had an accident.

Not only Zhao Buzhu, everyone held the fairy sword tightly to confront the demon tide, and no longer looked back, including the monk and the palace seat, seeing death as home, and no one found that Leng You would step into death one step earlier.

......

On Tiandu Mountain, blood suddenly spurted from the mouth at dusk.

"Ah!!h

With a terrible scream, Dusk rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, in pain, and he could see that a blood crack was directly opened in the center of the heavenly palace on his forehead, which was a sign of violent turmoil and collapse of his mind, and the blood was like an infusion, and it was tragic and abnormal.

"Heh, hehe...... I'm going to die anyway......"

Dusk looked up at the slow sky, and smiled miserably, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, with indescribable madness in the miserable laughter.

......

The deepest place of the Southern Witch, the deepest part of the darkness of the Cave of Death.

In the deep passage, someone stumbled forward with the fairy sword in his hand, his breathing was disordered, he seemed to be almost out of breath, and his feet twisted, and the whole person suddenly fell.

When the fairy sword light lit up, it reflected the white dress covered in blood.

The back of the white clothes was weak against the dark stone wall, her face was haggard, her eyes were dull and colorless, and the white clothes were covered with blood, and there were all kinds of extremely strange injuries everywhere, some of which seemed to be scratched by her own crazy self-mutilation, and some of which seemed to have been bitten by extremely ugly beasts.

Bai Yi's chaotic breathing gradually subsided, and when he thought back to the past, his gloomy gaze was a little wandering.

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side, ......"

When they met for the first time in the wandering city, the dusk loudly chanted loudly, and the last face was still unfinished: "Beauty, beauty, why don't you take off the veil?!"

Bai Yi vaguely recalled that when he was near dying, Leng You made a poisonous oath to ask for Jin Dan: "If you don't return it, you will be punished by heaven, suffer the most vicious torture in the world, and die without a place to be buried." ”

With the recollection, the scenes of the past seemed to happen in front of him, and it was impossible for Bai Yi to forget, and even remembered Leng You's shocked expression when he first saw her alluring face, and even his hands were trembling slightly.

It's just that in the end, Dusk didn't get what he wanted, and Leng You was undoubtedly more miserable, and even if the golden pill was returned later, the poisonous oath seemed to have really come true.

The white-clothed dim eyes lit up slightly, with a tired smile.

"Knock! knock!"

The sound of drumming gradually sounded in the darkness behind, and slowly, there were a lot of noisy footsteps, and finally it was even more eerie, faintly sounding the cry of a desolate woman.

The noisy and strange sound behind him continued to approach, which was terrifying, and the body in white suddenly trembled slightly, and his expression continued to change, and after looking back at him with fear, he gritted his teeth and supported himself, staggered and disappeared in the darkness ahead.

......

Away from the hateful sky, in front of the Taixu Palace.

Looking up at the somewhat gloomy sky, Leng Yu said with difficulty: "Let's go." ”

"Okay. Zi Wu obediently stretched out her little hand, Leng You couldn't help but hold it, and led Zi Wu step by step stiffly down the stone steps, and the huge square below seemed to have turned into a huge death vortex, and the two of them were small and took the initiative to throw themselves into the death vortex.

But who can save him?

Leng Yu thought about it limitedly, but after thinking about it, no one could save him, including himself.

The two walked down the front steps of the palace and slowly walked towards the center of the huge square of the main palace, Zi Wu followed quietly behind them, the cool breeze was silent, and there was silence for a while.

When he gradually saw the person in front of him clearly, Leng You's face changed again and again.

"Senior Brother Leng, you and I will inevitably meet in the end. The person in front of him sighed and spoke, dressed in a green willow shirt, and his ordinary face didn't see much special, and it was impossible to connect with the desperation of the famous people.

"Are you ruthless?" asked Leng You, slowly pausing in his tracks.

"Yes, in the temple they are all called the Lord of the Temple. ”

Zi Wu had speculated a while ago: "Ruthless, it seems to be Senior Brother Liu......"

Zi Wu didn't guess wrong, the person in front of him was Liu Yiqing, the second disciple of Qushui Palace, and the senior brother of Zhao Buzhu He Qing'er and others.

"In this way, everything is arranged by the Demon Venerable. Leng Yu struggled.

Liu Yi nodded lightly: "Indeed, including me, the Poison God Son, the Little Lord, and the Supreme Murder Array, they were all planned by him, and the Demon Venerable was a great and strategic figure, when his wife was intercepted and killed by Lihattian, how could he not destroy Lihattian." ”

An object slowly floated out of Liu Yiqing's chest, thick and dark and evil, and the real outline could not be distinguished.

The black aura of the killing weapon curls, distorting the void, and the breath is the third type of black after Leng Yu and Zhou Sheng, as if it is the purest source of darkness, extremely trembling and terrifying, and can directly drive people crazy.

With the appearance of the black evil thing, it left the heavens of hatred, and at the same time suddenly broke out in the last tragic shout, which was entangled with the demon tide.

"Kill!"

The last crowd shouted to kill, angry for me, for my survival, only to hear the roar and anger intertwined with the heavens, chilling the heart.