Once you're here, you really can't go back.

The flowers and plants in the back garden of the Palace of Flowers...no one will take care of them anymore.

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Xiao Baozi closed his eyes.

His face was covered with blood.

She can't leave anymore.

He didn't have the strength to strike out with another sword.

She couldn't even take back the Wuwei Sword.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the petals that were still flying.

She suddenly grinned and muttered a few words that no one heard:

"My name is Xiao Baozi!"

"Actually, I flew up on purpose to let you see me."

"But you stupid cow... you are indifferent."

"If I had known I had taken the initiative, at least I would have left you a heir if you died."

"You're dead...how do you expect me to survive!"

Her vision suddenly went dark.

Xia Hua rushed over, supported her, picked her up, took the Wuwei Sword, and she ran back quickly.

Zhou Zheng arrived at the top of the mountain.

Anzi reached the top of the mountain.

Wu Mian reached the top of the mountain.

Changsun Hongyi also arrived at the top of the mountain.

What they saw were corpses and peach blossoms all over the ground.

They glanced in the direction of Jishan Temple.

Zhou Zheng raised a hand and said two words coldly: "Kill them all!"

Five hundred soldiers from the Xuanjia Battalion drew their swords and stepped forward.

Five hundred Tiger Camp soldiers also came forward with their swords drawn.

The three hundred masters brought by Wu Mian also drew their weapons and killed them.

Changsun Hongyi's three thousand imperial guards surrounded everyone in Concubine Li.

This is a massacre!

Among the masters brought by Concubine Li, Old Taoist Priest Qingfeng, Gong Ziyu, and Aunt Gongsun were injured when they dealt with Xiao Baozi's sword just now.

At this moment, Concubine Li died.

The tide is over.

They don't have any fighting spirit left.

So they started to run away, but there was no way to escape.

As a result, more people died.

Wails filled the fields, and rivers of blood flowed from the top of the Western Mountains.

The petals of peach blossoms are floating in the river of blood.

No one looked at the bodies there.

Everyone stood in front of the ruins of Jishan Temple.

Zhongli Ruohua fainted and was held in Zhongliyou's arms.

Ning Chuchu's pear blossoms were covered with rain, and she was speechless.

Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan still held bloody knives in their hands. They lowered their heads and did not dare to take a look at the ruins.

Mr. Ding Da has taken off his dark robe.

He and Mei Fangxi stood side by side.

Mei Fangxi let out a long sigh, "This game of chess... ends like this... both sides suffer!"

He Xishan stood there for a moment holding his Zen staff, turned around, and left the place.

Xia Hua hugged Xiao Baozi and glanced at the ruins.

She stretched out her body and flew down the mountain.

Lin Zifeng also took a look at the ruins, his eyes filled with joy.

The rain gradually became heavier.

An old woman with silver hair flew out of the rain.

She did not fall on the top of the Western Mountain.

Instead, it landed on a treetop farther away.

She looked at the messy peach grove, and then at the sad people in front of Jishan Temple.

She sighed leisurely:

"There are always two things in the world."

"Blow out a hundred and eight thousand human dreams!"

"It was all in vain after all!"

Zhong Liyou suddenly turned around!

Fan Peach Blossom has drifted away.

"Helping the emperor's eldest son Xiao Wu... ascend the throne as emperor!"
Chapter completed!