Every hour, Luo Yunxiao would ask softly.
"Jun Muyan, are you still alive? If you are alive, how about answering me?"
"Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu, Chu Moli, Leng Yumo, Ling Yusheng, Lan Luoyu... How about you come back?"
Again and again, over and over again.
Until the voice is hoarse and the blood is cold.
Until the sound of the ghost clock became more and more urgent, the sky thunder began to gather above his head again.
Luo Yunxiao finally realized.
No one responded to him.
No one will call him little uncle anymore.
No one will risk their lives to protect him no matter whether he is a man or a devil, strong or weak.
There is no more Xiaoyaomen in the world.
And the last bit of light in his heart, the last piece of pure land, finally disappeared at this moment.
Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes.
A trace of coldness slipped from the corner of his eyes.
The moonlight shone on this crystal, like the last ray of dawn between heaven and earth.
From then on, it was endless darkness.
Since then, there has been no more warmth and laughter.
How about three thousand worlds
So what about all living beings
If Xiaoyaomen can't survive in the world, what qualifications do you have to survive
Luo Yunxiao's figure disappeared in place.
And at this moment, in another small world.
He thought that Muyan, who had been struck by the lightning of the gods, was now going through the pain of being crushed and reorganized.
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Time went back to four hours ago, Xiuxian Continent.
The war between the extreme domain, the demon clan, and the nether domain was about to break out, but it ended hastily in an inexplicable way.
Withdrew from Nether Realm, after Di Ming Jue left.
Chang Lao confirmed that the Demon Race no longer had the will to fight with Jiyu, so he quickly ordered the withdrawal of troops.
During this period of time, all the top executives of Jiyu stayed awake all night guarding the mirror of Qiankun and the soul lamp of Pojun.
Time passed day by day.
Pojun's soul lamp flickered from time to time, and sometimes dimmed, almost extinguished.
And Han Ye and the others who have signed a master-servant contract with Di Ming Jue feel heart palpitations one after another.
That's what happens when Di Ming Jue encounters a life-and-death crisis.
Chang Lao and the others raised their hearts to their throats time and time again.
Every minute and every second is suffering.
Just when Xinglang and the others couldn't help but want to rush to Yanwu Continent, the Qiankun Mirror, which had been quiet all along, finally shone brightly.
Immediately afterwards, two figures stepped out of the mirror.
"Your Majesty!"
Chang Lao and the others almost wept with joy.
During the time when there is no news from Di Ming Jue, they simply live like years.
Without Junshang, Jiyu is like without a backbone, and it will fall apart at any time.
Fortunately, Your Majesty is back now.
And even Po Jun was rescued together.
He really deserves to be their king!
No matter what kind of danger can't trouble him
Chang Lao was thinking about this when he suddenly heard Xinglang scream: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!"
"Shut up!"
Di Ming Jue scolds coldly, vigorously swipes away Xinglang's overstretched hand, and then pushes Po Jun out.
The voice was hoarse and cold, "Go and invite the King of Medicine immediately!"
Po Jun was pushed staggeringly and almost fell to the ground.
But he didn't bother to adjust his embarrassed posture at all, and suddenly turned to look at Chang Lao, "Have you heard that, go and invite the Medicine King! Your Majesty is about to lose it!!"
Po Jun's temperament has always been cold and indifferent, and the Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color.
At this time, his face was full of anxiety, and he even yelled at what Chang Lao said.