C193

The color of the sky and earth changed, and the mountains and boulders trembled.

The night sky above the corpse mountain was no longer scarlet, but was dyed red by different techniques. It lit up every corner of the mountain as if it was day.

The two wood elementalists seemed to have finished their own incantations as a few thorny rattans sprinted out from under the old man's feet. The thorny vines on them were at least a foot long, and their flashes of cold light made one tremble in fear.

The white-haired old man did not lower his head to look at his entangled feet.

With a light tap of his finger, the intertwining thick vine burst apart from its roots. Thick viscous liquid splattered in all directions, yet it did not even touch the white robe on his body.

With a light tap of his finger, the two violent waves of flames were unable to even reach the old man. They only lasted for a moment before dispersing with a loud bang.

With a light tap of his finger, the unstoppable momentum of the sharp and piercing frost blade was instantly blocked. In less than a breath's time, it turned into bright powder.

With a light tap of his finger, the ice spikes that filled the sky suddenly stopped in midair, and were blasted into ice shards by that wild laughter.

His white hair fluttered in the wind and was stained with spots of frost. His stooped figure was like a demon god looking down upon the heavens. One person, one finger, it was enough to smile at the world.

Staring dumbfoundedly at the various fragments that filled the sky, the six people became silent. After retreating explosively, their rising and falling chests showed that they had consumed quite a lot of energy.

Weakness, a deep sense of powerlessness surged in everyone's heart.

The white-haired old man was like an insurmountable mountain of impassable gulf. With just a finger, he had blocked and destroyed all of the killing strikes. If he were to really fight, how could he be a match for the old man? Not to mention that there was a black haired elder standing beside him.

"What is it? "That's it?" The white-haired old man asked indifferently as he stood with his hands behind his back.

"I didn't expect that the combined attack of the six of us would cause even the Sun God experts to temporarily avoid it. Yet, your single finger attack was able to break it all." The leader, a man in black robes, sighed. He could not tell what his emotions were.

"Sun God? To me, it's nothing more than an ant. " Curling his lips, the white-haired old man seemed to feel that he was a little tired. He changed the subject and coldly said: "Do you have any last words?"

The six of them looked at each other when they heard this but did not have much of a reaction. After all, they did not plan to return alive this time around.

"What's there to fear about death when you belong to the Umbra?" Licking his lips in a bloodthirsty manner, the man in black suddenly shouted out crazily, "Even if I have to die, I won't let that handsome dragon have an easy time!"

Before he could even open his mouth, he saw five of the six people's auras instantly rising, their bodies simultaneously releasing light. Their eyes were like those of bloodthirsty beasts, and their dark red pupils were like ferocious ghosts in the dark night.

However, the woman seemed to be hesitating and unwilling, and when she heard Qing Yang's words, she let out a quiet sigh.

The expressions of the two old men were calm. Their hands moved together and formed a strange incantation gesture. However, their auras were completely different from the five people who were charging toward them.

The Heaven and Earth powers in the air crazily surged towards the two of them. The deep whirlpool in front of the two of them was like a black hole that greedily devoured everything in front of it, even the living and the dead.

"Nihilum."

The words that came out of his mouth caused the entire world to stop moving. The sound of wind and thunder could no longer be heard, and everyone's minds instantly went blank.

Endless darkness surged up like the apocalypse, causing people to feel despair. So what if they burned their souls? He was still the same Liu Ying, who fought with Haoyue for glory.

In the face of destruction, all was futile. All was destruction.

The wind blew past and lifted up 3000 strands of black hair.

A pair of slender lily-white hands lifted the black robe that covered her face. A delicate and beautiful face appeared in front of Qingyang's eyes. She was so beautiful that it didn't touch the dust of the world. Her beauty was ice-cold and breathtaking.

Stop, stop, whose breath did you hold?

Looking back, laughing maniacally, whose life did he see through?

That pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with both resentment and tears were sparkling and translucent. Have you ever seen it?

Did you ever forget the sticky frost on the eyebrows of that pair of beautiful and sad moons?

She held the three foot long blade in her hand. She held the cool green jade on her snowy neck and looked at it dumbly. This was the same choice she had made with him back in the Southern Rong Country.

His eyes reflected the image of a naive yet stubborn figure, a beam of golden flame akin to a blazing sun. Was he still well?

Raising his head to look into the distance, he saw that ferocious death not far away was whispering in his ear. Was he afraid? Do you regret it?

Her lips were slightly parted as she mumbled softly. She couldn't hear it clearly, but the woman's expression was gentle, as if she was talking to her lover. Did you engrave the light in her eyes into your heart?

With a low sigh, she tightened her grip on the sword. The moment she took a step forward, she inexplicably turned her head to look at the dense forest, as if she wanted to see through thousands of mountains and rivers to see the person she longed for day and night.

With a smile on his face, who did he go crazy for?

There was nothing else in this world that could topple a country and topple the world. It was as if time had been set in stone, and eternity had been left behind.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He raised his sword and took a step forward.

With that hidden but hot love, with that reluctant but crazy admiration, he strode forward.

Two sparkling and translucent drops flowed down from the corner of his eyes and heavily fell onto the ground. Whose heart was it that shattered?

A watery blue halo of light swirled around her, as if she was a fairy from the nine heavens. She held a three foot long blade in her hand, and with the same moves and the same appearance, the only difference was that her white robes were replaced with a black robe.

The woman's head was covered in countless strands of spirit energy, forming a huge silver sword. The ancient sword was engraved with many complex and mysterious runes. The icy sword qi was sharp and sharp, and it remained the same as before.

"Eastern Dragon Nine Swords, behead the Devil!"

That soft shout, who was it that was awakened?

"Qingyang, some people are destined to be extraordinary. Some people are destined to have many disasters."

That bitter voice lingered in his ears. Those two lines of dried up tears were imprinted on his heart. Was it her? It's her!

Staring dumbfoundedly at the female cultivator riding the gigantic immortal sword and explosively shooting towards the black hole, a faint smile appeared on her face.

He looked at the broken celestial sword, at the woman about to be devoured by darkness, and he couldn't help but scream in his heart.

"No!"

A shrill howl came out of Qingyang's mouth, mournful, furious, and filled with heartache!

The girl suddenly trembled. The instant she was swallowed by the darkness, she struggled to look at Qingyang. Her teary eyes were already burning with silver flames. Was it him? It was him!

She smiled, a smile of satisfaction. In the end, she saw him before her life fell.

But what was in those beautiful eyes? Unreconciled, yearning, and deep admiration.

Farewell, my dear one, and take one last look at you, and try to carve your shadow in your heart.

She closed her beautiful eyes, as if she was tired of this world of deceit. Go to sleep, fall into a deep sleep, no longer need to wake up, throw herself into endless darkness.

A figure flashed and appeared while roaring. Who was the reason for that furious flame which tore through the sky?

"Lu Xianhan! "No!"

In addition, there are still exams today, so you can write two chapters in a row for everyone to read. There are so many flowers, I can't thank you enough ~