With a wave of the god's hand, they can die without a place to bury their lives, and their souls will fall into hell forever, unable to die.
The people in the Lou family were not much better, their bodies were trembling and they kept backing away.
Frozen miles, dark spiritual power, and the destructive power emanating from this man have completely destroyed their confidence, leaving only fear and despair.
They suddenly regretted that the origin of the wood was precious, but how could they accept that the entire family was almost wiped out by provoking such a terrifying existence for the origin of the wood
However, there is no regret medicine in the world. They are doomed to pay a heavy price for what they have done.
Lou Canghai said in a trembling voice: "I... we don't want the origin of the wood anymore, we can offer the treasure of the Lou family, that... that is the Nirvana Gu that can bring the dead back to life, as long as you spare us, I... I am willing to offer..."
The protector of the Ivy Clan also shouted, "I...we are also willing to offer the treasure to atone for our sins..."
In the dark night, Nangong Yu smiled lowly, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and no sadness could be seen, but anyone who saw those dark and dead eyes would feel that the owner of these eyes, the heart-piercing Sorrow, madness with ashes in the heart.
"It's too late, everything is too late!"
Nangong Yu's eyes widened in surprise. The black energy on the top of Cangshan Mountain suddenly swept towards Lou Canghai and the others as if sensing the master's call.
"You all give me hell!"
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In the sea of lava.
There are curling and churning flames all around, and from time to time, magma boils and makes a puffing sound, and red bubbles emerge.
In a sea of flames, the girl's petite figure curled up, as if shrouded in a halo.
The Phoenix Feather Heavenly Clothes had automatically disappeared, and when she returned to the space, the young girl was only wearing a thin white shirt, looking so weak, so lonely and helpless.
The flames fluttered towards the young girl's body, but subtle energy continuously radiated from the young girl's dantian, enveloping her small body and preventing her from being burned by the flames.
Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared and floated around the girl.
The red robe lightly brushed across the flames rising from the sea of lava, but those flames retreated quickly as if they had encountered some nemesis.
In the blink of an eye, all the flames and magma disappeared in this world, and the temperature also dropped.
In the flames, the figure of a young man was reflected, but his face was not clearly seen in the light and shadow.
Only the long hair, which was not bound by any hairpins, was scattered behind her back, like flowing ink, reflecting a faint halo, making people unable to help but shake their hearts just looking at the black hair.
The man in red stretched out his hand, and the girl in the halo slowly floated towards him, suspended in front of him.
The girl in plain clothes was curled up, her face was as pale as snow, and her long eyelashes were quietly drooping, covering her thrilling and beautiful phoenix eyes.
The girl at this time looked so weak and harmless, like snowflakes falling from the sky, falling on the bright red plums, when the ice and snow melted, they would turn into crystal teardrops at any time.
The man in red stretched out his hands. It was a pair of slender jade-like hands with well-defined finger bones, like a work of art carved from the most exquisite suet white jade, shining brightly in the firelight.
That hand gently touched the girl's face, soft and delicate, with a warm touch.