The figure who was slashing wildly with the sword and looking for it paused, as if it had been petrified, and stood there blankly.
Nangong Yu knew that it was the breath of the seed left in his primordial spirit.
The seed that has been inseparable from him since he was born seems to resonate with his soul. The seed he gave to Xi Yue as a token of love.
At this moment, there was a broken voice, and the breath left in this world dissipated little by little until it disappeared without a trace.
The beating of the heart was a little bit slow, and the blood seemed to be frozen.
He and Xi Yue once fused blood, and Xi Yue's blood in his body could suppress the onset of cold poison and warm his cold body and mind.
But at this moment, he clearly felt that the warmth disappeared.
The hope that belonged to him, the happiness that belonged to him, were completely destroyed by people in this silent and cold night.
Nangong Yu stood there in a daze, blood and tears gushed out of his eyes, and then slowly dried up.
The wind at the bottom of the cliff was blowing his hair, and his already tattered wedding clothes raised a dazzling red, as if laughing at his happiness that dissipated like flowers in a mirror and moon in water.
Suddenly, Nangong Yu stretched out his hand and bit his wrist, swallowing the blood gushing from the wrist artery.
Cold, fishy sweet, sticky, no familiar fragrance like flowers, warmth like sunshine.
"Xi'er... Xi'er..." The low voice, with broken cries, resounded in the valley over and over again, so painful, so sad, so remorseful and desperate.
It was he who failed to protect Xi Yue well, it was his carelessness that gave the old lady Nangong an opportunity, it was his incompetence that put Xi Yue in danger, it was he who was too weak to watch the tragedy happen before his eyes, but he was powerless .
Above the cliff, there were suddenly loud voices and screams.
"Brother, why are you here?"
"The soul lamps of Wushuang and Yuqing are all extinguished. What's going on? A few fighters from the lower realms have forced you to such a point? What about the origin of the wood?"
"Brother, things are really beyond our expectations..."
Noisy distinguishing sounds, footsteps, searches, and the sound of flying towards the bottom of the cliff came to Nangong Yu's ears little by little.
The first one to rush to the bottom of the cliff was Lou Yunhai. When he saw Nangong Yu standing among the rubble, he couldn't help being surprised.
Nangong Yu in front of him was really scary, with countless black spiritual power wrapped around his body, it was clearly in the dark night, but the black spiritual power was so thick and clear, it was like a huge vortex, trying to engulf Nangong Yu.
In the sky, countless dark clouds rushed over, densely packed, all over the entire Yanjing City.
Lou Yunhai raised his head in shock, and the cold raindrops immediately fell from the sky and hit his face.
In an instant, heavy rain poured down, hitting among the rocks and trees, making a crackling sound.
Nangong Yu finally raised his head at this time, and showed a faint smile towards Lou Yunhai and the Lou family's children who flew down to investigate.
The rain soaked the man's clothes and hair, and the blood on his face was also washed away by the rain, revealing an incomparably handsome and peerless face.
When the man pursed his lips and smiled, he was full of bone-chilling tenderness, his eyes were shining and lingering, as if he was looking at his beloved wife somewhere.
However, Lou Yunhai, who saw this scene, was stiff all over, and a surge of fear surged in his heart.