"Emperor Qianxie!!"
Feng Wuxie shouted his name, and suddenly wanted to rush over.
Yasha's face became cold, and he couldn't care too much, grabbed her by the shoulder, and dragged her to the outskirts of the mountain without any further explanation!
Feng Wuxie struggled desperately: "Crow kill, I'm going to save him, I'm going to save him!"
Crow kills her tightly under the black feather, leading her all the way to the outside: "Innocent! Calm down, look!"
I saw it.
Outside the mountains, a huge team appeared.
Thousands of spiritists wearing black armor and soul clothes came to the end of the sky neatly and uniformly.
The leader is Gong Qing Shang!
Gong Qingshang wore complex and gorgeous costumes and led the Sacred Sects to the boundary of the Tianzhi Mountains, and bowed respectfully to the ground—
The Thousand Soul Spiritists behind her also knelt to the ground one after another, shouting in harmony:
"The true God came to the world, forgive my sins, resurrect from the dead, and live forever!"
Their voices were blessed by their spirit powers, and they were in the mountains, extremely magnificent, almost breaking through the eardrums of mortals.
Feng Wuxie could see the crow killing, and that was the scene.
During the battle between Yaoxi and Nahun in the ancient times, Nahun did not have any helpers, and was lonely and powerful.
But after tens of thousands of years, Na Hun has long learned to manipulate people's minds. He has his own followers, and he is no longer the evil god who planned alone.
The main force of the sacred gate has arrived, and many of them are strong.
"For today's plan, we have to withdraw first."
The voice of the crow killing was cold, but with an order:
"You can stay, and I can guarantee that I will not let you die before me, but is it necessary? Di Qianxie desperately wants you to escape, you want Di Qian Sacrifice in vain?"
"Yes, Lord Feng..." Nie Cangyu wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes: "You... don't, let's live up to the emperor's heart in exchange for life!"
Feng Wuxie pinched his nails, his palms were already bloody!
"Master, go!"
Xiaobai built an ice wall with countless ice cones, temporarily resisting the rolling of the mountain:
"Brother Birdman, quickly pull the master away, I can't hold it!"
"Go!" Crow Sha dragged Feng Wuxie and retreated.
Xiaobai also supported all the way.
Although Feng Wuxie was dragged by the crow killer and didn't speak, he looked back at the direction of Di Qianxie's disappearance.
She is getting farther and farther away from him...
She dragged him down...
She can't save him...
He has a cleanliness...
This kind of dirty dust sticks to his body, and the greasy blood drips on his clothes, he will be uncomfortable...
He will blame her...
Feng Wuxie was still looking back after she had escaped from the range of Tian Zhiya's descending spirit formation.
At the end of her sight, an ice coffin appeared—
The ice coffin was released by Gong Qing merchants.
The ice coffin was hanging in the air, and Feng Wuxie happened to see the person in the coffin.
Lying there was the body of a man, his appearance
Picturesque, she felt a little familiar at first glance, as if she had seen this corpse somewhere...
Master
Xiao Zi!
Yes, this should be Xiao Zi's father... The man who Gongqing Shang wanted to resurrect, Xiao Moyu.
Probably some special medicine was used. After so many years, Xiao Moyu's corpse did not rot at all. He closed his eyes tightly, not as if he was dead, but as if he was asleep.
At this point, the people of the Holy Sect had no intention of chasing Feng Wuxie.
Including Gongqing merchants, they all bowed their hearts to meet the true god in their hearts.
In the end, Feng Wuxie got out of the scope of the descending spirit formation. The soul-satisfaction body was restricted by the formation, unable to impose divine punishment on the creatures other than the descendant spirit. In the end, he just faced the direction of Feng Wuxie's escape, and said with faint regret:
"Little girl, your husband has been buried in my womb, how long will you survive your escape?"
"He won't die!"
Feng Wuxie's eyes were scarlet. After she got out of the surrendering formation, Xiao Bai had already transformed into a giant dragon and carried her in the air, surrounded by four sword spirits with determination.
She looked at the formation of the gods, looked at the Sacred Sects, and looked at the huge face that made the world frightened by the gathering of the evil power of the soul, every word, like a blood oath:
"He will come back! He will never leave me alone! Never, no, will!"
Emperor Qianxie was reluctant.
How could he be willing to die in front of her in this way
Let her be in the mood of being unable to survive or begging for death. When she dreams back every night, closing her eyes is the scene where his body is shattered and the sky is full of blood
Even if she died, she should have died side by side with him, he would never have the heart to die like this.
"Oh, mortal beliefs—it's sad and ridiculous."
Na Hun snorted coldly.
Xiaobai and Yasha didn't pay attention to the soul-satisfying sound at all. The only thing they wanted to do now was to take Feng Wuxie away from this ghost place!
Far away from the surrender formation-
They were really afraid that Feng Wuxie couldn't help but rushed back, frantically calling out, seeming to avenge Emperor Qianxie, but in fact they can only be buried for nothing!
Finally, they left the soul-catching and surrendering formations far behind.
After escaping the End of the World, everyone described them as embarrassing, as if they had crawled out of a muddy pile, their eyes were hollow and dull.
They were sitting in a clearing in the mountains, with lingering fears.
Looking at the billowing dust and smoke in the direction of the end of the sky, everyone's face was silent.
Xiao Bai couldn't help crying first:
"Brother Birdman, Emperor... Emperor Qianxie... is he really dead?"
"Xiao Bai!" Crow Sha interrupted his crying, and motioned him to look at Feng Wuxie's direction.
I saw that Feng Wuxie's original white clothes with immortal appearance and transcendental appearance was already covered with dust. She looked stupidly, her face was pale and her lips were tightly pressed.
The sword spirits surrounded her, but none of them dared to speak at this moment.
Suddenly, Feng
Wu Xie seems to have realized something—
She turned into a transmission talisman, condensed into a message, and she didn't know who it was sent to.
After the spread, she was waiting.
After a long while, there was no response.
Feng Wuxie did not give up, and continued to pass on.
But there is still no response.
Next, she seemed to be crazy, sending out the messenger, over and over again!
Although she was just pale, she didn't say anything, and she didn't have too much sadness on her face, but her actions seemed to be stunned!
Chi Yan Sword Spirit finally couldn't stand it anymore, a flame passed by, interrupting Feng Wuxie:
"Xiao Wu Xie, calm down, who are you sending so many talisman to?"
Isn't she still foolishly sending out a talisman to Emperor Qianxie
Feng Wuxie stepped back, controlled the transmission talisman to avoid the flame, and without saying a word, continued to use his soul power to generate the transmission talisman.
"Master, don't be like this!" This is the first time Xiaobai has seen Feng Wuxie become so inaudible. In the past, no matter what kind of danger she encountered, she was calm and unhurried, let alone wrong. They didn’t listen to what they said: "Master?"
"noob."
Feng Wuxie finally turned his head and glanced at Xiaobai, but his tone was extremely sad:
"Just now, the moment that Emperor Qianxie blocked me, it must have been painful... He shed so much blood... His whole body was... Must be so painful, right? But I didn't have time to help him heal..."
When Feng Wuxie spoke, everyone discovered that her voice was extremely hoarse!
"Crow Kill, you have the power to control death, you can perceive it, he is not dead, right?" Feng Wuxie violently grabbed the sleeve of Crow Kill, "Quickly say, his life is still there, yes. No?!"
At the end of the question, she had almost become a forced questioning.
Ya Sha closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then held up Feng Wuxie's face. Death's eyes became sad and gentle:
"Innocent, I really want to tell you as you wish, Di Qianxie is not dead, but the fact is-I can't feel it, his life has disappeared."
Feng Wuxie was stunned, his body shook, and then coldly backed away for a few steps, turning his head and looking in the direction of Heaven's End—
Finally tears broke the embankment.
Xiaobai wanted to step forward and persuade him, but Yasha stopped it:
"To make her cry, you are the cruelest to her to calm her down now."
After the sword spirits and Xiao Bai listened, they stopped stepping forward, and simply made Feng Wuxie cry happily.
However, Feng Wuxie did not cry for long.
Afterwards, she had been sitting on the rock, staring blankly at the direction of the end of the sky, watching the patches of blood stained on her white clothes.
All these blood belong to Emperor Qianxie...
If it doesn't, she can't wait and die!
She can't cry anymore!
Crying means giving up. People who are dead and alive will cry, crying means Emperor Qianxie is no longer there!
Even if everyone doesn't believe it, she must persist to the end!
(End of this chapter)