Murder and heart-wrenching.

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing Emperor Haoran's heart to break and his eyes to gradually become blurred.

"No!"

The strong man from the Desolate Ghost Clan was shocked. He hugged his body and crushed the talisman. It didn't take much for him to know that he must have been escorting him back to the ancestral land of the Desolate Ghost Clan, intending to bring him back to life.

But outside the ancient giant mountain, other ghost tribes were confused.

Holy Son Tuntian was also stunned.

He knew that Emperor Haoran had been defeated, quite completely.

And he...

It's just a joke.

Holy Son Tuntian laughed miserably, looked up at the figure, and whispered: "You let me know what it means that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky."

"I lost."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Holy Son Tuntian felt the terrifying suppressive power recede like a tide.

Ye Xuan did not kill him.

Holy Son Tuntian did not get up in a hurry, but was thinking.

He was thinking about the whole thing.

"Holy Son!"

The strong men of the Tiantian Ancient Sect were frightened. They rushed over immediately and found that the Holy Son of Tiantian only suffered some injuries and was not seriously injured. They were relieved immediately.

They just saw the misery of Emperor Haoran.

Ye Xuan ignored Holy Son Tuntian and looked at Qingming Yuchan.

"Little friend..."

Lie Gui Fenzhan, who was responsible for guarding Qingming Yuchan, and other powerful elders of Qingming Holy Land, all looked at Ye Xuan as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Stop it, I can't beat you."

Qing Mingyuchan blinked her big eyes and said seriously.
Chapter completed!