"I will do my best to protect him." Ye Qingluo said firmly.
Chu Wuxin didn't speak for a long time.
Ye Qingluo turned around, raising her jet-black hair, her back was unrestrained and undeniable.
"Chu Wuxin, thank you."
"goodbye."
This time, Chu Wuxin didn't stop him.
However, when Ye Qingluo's bright red figure completely disappeared before Chu Wuxin's eyes.
Chu Wuxin's cold voice sounded faintly:
"Di Moxuan... is he really that good, so good that you go to his side regardless of everything?"
…
The number of Huang Wuyou's dead corpse puppet army, I don't know when it grew, it was as high as a million!
There is also a rising trend.
Those dead puppets are elite puppets.
Quickly occupying the realm of the gods, the realm of heaven, and the realm of earth!
And even—the realm of Nirvana!
It was all a bloody massacre!
Someone can recognize it too...
Many of those dead puppets were relatives they had been looking for for a long time.
And, they all have one thing in common—
Before they disappeared, they all had excellent cultivation talents, or they were soaked in elixir since childhood, and they were the hope of the family.
Now, all of them have become puppets who don't know pain, fear life and death, have no soul and five senses, and only know how to kill blindly.
Ye Qingluo walked all the way, with corpses all over the field, and the flames of war.
The blazing fire stung her eyes.
In the air, there was a strong smell of blood.
All of these... are the traces left by the war.
Ye Qingluo resisted the churning feeling in his stomach, covered his abdomen with one hand, and walked quickly on the battlefield, approaching his destination.
…
The God Realm, a hundred miles away from Feng Mansion, was in ruins.
The main city, which was originally bustling and noisy, has long since fallen.
Only the Feng Mansion and several noble mansions are standing still.
A gleaming purple figure stood on the city wall with hands behind their backs.
The battle roars of the dead puppets and the guards of the gods reverberated throughout the sky.
The face of the man's unparalleled elegance was icy cold.
"Still worried about losing the girl?" An old voice came from behind the man.
The coldness on the man subsided a little: "Grandpa."
"That girl is the emperor of the God Emperor and the heir of the God Realm, so... no matter what happens, nothing will happen to her." The head of the Feng family walked slowly to the side of the man, and looked at it with him. Looking at the battlefield below.
Blood stained the dark sky red.
"Mo Xuan."
Patriarch Feng suddenly opened his mouth, looked sideways at the man beside him, and sighed: "Go."
"Grandpa..." Di Moxuan was slightly startled, his voice slightly hoarse.
Patriarch Feng closed his eyes: "I know that you stay here to protect us for Luo girl, that's enough."
Di Moxuan slowly clenched his slender fingers.
The head of the Feng family raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "We are also very worried about that girl. I am afraid that only you can find her in the world."
"Go find her, she is Feng Ge's daughter, and only she... can stop this catastrophe."
Between Di Moxuan's pupils, there was a faint glimmer of light.
He moved his gaze to the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field.
Finally, he clenched his fist: "Grandpa, I will definitely bring Luo'er..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Suddenly, a deafening roar exploded.
Not far away, I saw a powerful force coming from far and near, as if breaking through the sky, powerful like a broken bamboo!
It was hundreds of dead puppets, clustered together.
On top of the dead puppet, a figure shrouded in a black robe stood facing the wind.
The violent hurricane blows the other party's black robe loudly!