Under the violent thunder ball, the Xuan Ji throne was not seen, nor could the outline of the girl holding Cang Ming's bow in her hand.

The flowing gold-eating thunder is enough to destroy martial arts under the medium level.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little worried about Chu Yue, but they already knew in their hearts that even if Ye Chuyue had the power to turn the world around, she had to defeat her face in the face of such a thunderous power!

Even if you are not dead, you will be disabled!

Mo Qingwu pulled her lips, Qingjue's eyebrows and eyes were very cold and she smiled silently.

As long as Xuan Ji throne destroys itself and Ye Chuyue falls in a mess, she will be able to reunite the scene five years ago.

The 100,000 Shenxuan disciples were like her, and they couldn't help but think—

At that time, the young and young girl was tied to the cross of the gilding platform and was criticized in public and tortured, climbing all the way out of the Futu Mountain from Chaoyang Hall.

This road is full of bloody marks flowing from her wounds!

Song Qingshan raised his head, half-squinted his eyes, and looked at Chu Yue deeply, as if he was looking forward to something.

Yun Li was anxious and worried, but he forced his way through the Thunder Light Group, which not only could not save Chu Yue, but also accelerated Chu Yue's death.

The old man closed his eyes, his frosty eyebrows and snowy hair dyed his sad face, and he did not dare to look down, for fear that the consequences of the matter would be unacceptable.

He never married a wife in his life and had no relatives. He had such a favorite disciple when he was 70 years old, but he was happy for a few days and had to face a life-and-death choice.

He has experienced many hardships since childhood and does not believe in the gods and Buddhas of heaven.

But at this moment, Yun Li put down the sword master's sword, lowered his head, prayed silently in his heart, begging the gods and Buddhas to help his disciples.

"What is that..."

Some disciples breathed rapidly and pointed at the dust scattered from the light ball.

Slivery strands, floating in the wind.

"It's Ye Chuyue's ashes!"

The young disciple reacted and shouted loudly.

Under the thunder, it turned into dust and smoke, and all seven souls and six spirits returned to the dust!

Yun Li's body suddenly froze, slowly opening her gray eyes, and a smell of fatigue all over her body.

He pulled his lips weakly and smiled bitterly.

He just said that there are no sayings about gods and Buddhas, and they are not credible.

God will not love his poor disciple. Now it is just repeating the same mistakes, even more tragic than five years ago.

Only ashes are left...

Yun Li smiled mockingly, but an endless hostility spread in her heart, as if she was about to mess up the world. She would use the power of the Sword Lord to cut off everyone who was watching coldly, and turn Chaoyang Hall into a slaughterhouse!

On the gilded platform, Luo Xingchen, who was nailed to the cross, looked at the ashes that fell in front of him, and his eyes were filled with pain.

Will those who fight against Jiuxing Wu Xuan in Futu Mountain and speak for the spirit beast and fight against the order of the Martial Ancestor, fall unwillingly?

President Song frowned and shook his head in disappointment.

"Sister Xiaoyue..." Xiao Li murmured softly.

Ye Xun'er looked at the third elder, smiled slightly, and said, "Three elders, I'd better pack the remaining ashes first, otherwise they will be dispersed into the wind and will not be able to find them. Isn't it a way to bury me?"

Yun Li glared at Ye Xun'er with red eyes!

"Say sad, elder." Mo Qingwu also said.

The third elder was furious and put his old hand on the hilt of the sword.

Boom! A huge sound appeared in Chaoyang Hall!

The dazzling light ball spreads.

The dust is shallow.

The girl lay lazily on Xuanji throne, with golden thunder and lightning flashing around her body.

Her gorgeous cheeks also had red gold lightning arcs flashing.

Chu Yue bathed in the sun, playing with Cangming Bow, her whole body was cold, her beautiful eyes were smiling, and she said casually: "This flowing golden thunder quenching martial arts body is much better than Feng Jianhuo, but it is less."
Chapter completed!