Luo Qingcheng left with a team of people, and above the blood-filled green mountains, there was a vast and desolate area.

The Human Emperor gasped. This battle was the most intense battle in his life. Seeing the man in black 6 leaving, his heart was not relaxed at all, but became more cautious. His eyes fell on the dusk. On the bleak back, a small figure that had already been soaked in blood, standing alone in a pool of blood. So straight, it made people feel heart-wrenching.

"Miss..." Ye Mei hurried to Jun Wuxie's side, with the foreshadowing in her eyes complicated. He wanted to say something, but when he saw Jun Wuxie's expression clearly, he instantly got stuck in the master's words.

On that pale face, it was covered with drops of blood, and the strange redness was like blooming blood flowers on the white skin. Two lines of clear tears slipped from the clear eyes at some point. Crystal tears rolled down on the cheeks, dispersing the strange blood, silently...

Ye Mei was stunned on the spot.

Since he met Jun Wuxie, he has experienced countless battles of all sizes. No matter what danger he faces, he has never seen Jun Wuxie cry. He always thought that the eldest lady would never cry.

The word "scissus" will never belong to her.

But in the end, Ye Mei was wrong.

Without choking or crying, she stood in the wind, silent, expressionless, with slightly wide open eyes, facing the cool breeze of dusk, tears had not reached her jaw, but were blown dry by the strong wind.

It was clearly so quiet, but so heartbreaking.

Ye Mei didn't know what to do for a moment, so she could only stand there blankly.

Jun Wuyao's threat brought a breath of time to the people in Lingyao Palace. The black men retreated aside and watched Luo Qingcheng leave in the dusk. There was no relaxation in the whole mountain. Blood was everywhere and corpses were everywhere. The falling figures were once the sisters they were most familiar with. In the deep mountains and in the dark caves, they depended on each other and accompanied each other for thousands of years.

But now, separation from life and death is finally a breakdown of fate.

"Senior Sister..." A whimper suddenly sounded, and the girl kneeling in a pool of blood was covered in scars. She trembled with her hands and hugged the breathless woman who fell to the ground in her arms, making her tremble all over.

"ah!"

The sad cry suddenly echoed in the quiet mountains and forests, shocking countless birds.

The sound was so desolate and sad.

The Lord of Lingyao Palace was red all over his body. He could no longer tell whether it was the color of his armor or the blood dyed. His head was already scattered, his eyes swept across the ground. When he touched Grandma Yue's figure, his figure shook slightly, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

Grandma Yue, who had been following him for thousands of years, was lying peacefully on the ground. Below her was protecting a disciple of Lingyao Palace who had been cut off. A sharp sword penetrated from behind her, nailing her and the disciples under her to the ground. Blood stained the ground, and the eyes of the master of Lingyao Palace were sore.
Chapter completed!