Eternal gate

puff!

Zhao Yun spurted blood and fell into the void.

He had experienced many inexplicable injuries, but the worst was the one in the Demon Realm. If he had not been seriously injured, he would not have fainted, the Bodhi Flower would not have flown away, and Chu Wushuang would not have died.

I never thought that now that I was in a desperate situation, such a disaster would happen again.

A bloody road opened with all his strength, but it is still a gate of hell.

"It's really a dead end now."

"How could his body suddenly explode?"

Seeing Zhao Yun fall, the spectators took a deep breath. Although they didn't know why half of Ji Hen's body was blown up, the explosion wiped out even the hope of escape for the Holy Son of Tianzong.

Buzz!

As everyone watched, a black light flashed across the sky.

It was a jet-black war spear, shot towards Ji Hen.

"Tianwu realm?"

People with profound vision are collectively surprised. There is no mistaking the fact that the person who threw this war spear is definitely a Tianwu realm. The aura of the war spear carrying the scroll cannot be deceived. Even Tianwu is here, even Tianwu is here. Ji Hen will be killed in this situation. The Holy Son of Tianzong will definitely die today, and no one can save him.

puff!

Golden blood light bloomed subsequently.

The war spear struck with one blow, nailing Zhao Yun to the sky.

Tianwu's spear was really a killing blow, and he couldn't be seen moving for three to five seconds.

"died?"

Many people opened their mouths.

No one gave an answer, everyone stared at the sky.

Not dead, Zhao Yun is not dead yet. With his remaining hand, he tightly grasped the bloody war spear and pulled it out with a pop. The thin spurt of blood outlined a golden arc in the air.

That scene made everyone watching feel trembling.

The vitality of the Holy Son of Tianzong is too tenacious.

Tianwu kills.

Can't even kill this?

In fact, he was not far from death. The moment he pulled out the war spear, his blond hair finally disappeared and returned to its original color. His blood-stained black hair also had a ray of silver. The power gained from the blood sacrifice of a hundred years of life was subsequently annihilated, and even the true energy, immortal power and blood were exhausted in an instant. He could no longer stand steadily, and was teetering on the verge of falling with the wisps of sea breeze.

Dead end.

Not to mention the world, even the eyes of the Moon God were dimmed.

There are too many changes tonight, and every one of them is a disaster. The fact that his quasi-heaven realm can survive to this moment has greatly exceeded the expectations of the gods. But no matter how amazing he is, he may not be able to escape this death. She I wanted to save him, but I didn't have the energy to do so, so I went around in circles and still had to be buried with him.

"If it's too late, something will change. Kill."

All the strong men gathered around and launched an attack together.

The light of swords, the shadows of fists and the seals of palms were coming from all directions, overwhelming the sky and the earth. The gorgeous secret techniques were like bunches of fireworks, blooming proudly one by one in the dark sky.

Zhao Yun held the war spear in his hand and shook it.

This moment should be the end of his life.

boom! boom! boom!

The attack fell, and the sea area hit by it was full of waves.

When the waves dissipated, the bloody figure was no longer visible.

Everyone knew that Ji Hen had been wiped out in ashes. He was so badly injured and attacked so many times that there was no possibility of survival. He didn't even have a broken body left, he was truly shattered to pieces.

"died."

"Finally dead."

There are too many arrogant and ferocious smiles in the world.

Those with ulterior motives also breathed a deep sigh of relief. As I said before, Ji Hen is too scary. Many people will not be able to sleep if he is alive. Now that he is eliminated, they can have a sweet dream with peace of mind.

Why!

Some people are happy and some people are sighing.

A rare talent seen in a thousand years! Having survived a divine beast-level catastrophe, only to be killed by a bunch of rats, it was really a disgrace to one's reputation. I'm afraid it will be hard to see such a heaven-defying evildoer again for many, many years to come.

Yan Ruyu cried, with tears in her eyes.

The two elders of the Yan family lamented and took her away by force.

"Search."

"Search for me."

The Yan family left, but there was a lot of noise behind them.

Even if the Holy Son of Tianzong has been buried, the murderers will not let go of the blood-stained dead sea. There are too many people rushing towards it, searching inch by inch. What are they looking for? ...Look for Ji Hen's treasures, such as Long Yuan, or the Lord of the Rings. There may be some leftovers, and they cannot be wasted.

Don't tell me, they really found it.

It was Zhao Yun's Longyuan Sword, which was left on the bottom of the sea.

But compared to Longyuan Sword, more people want the Lord of the Rings. That ring has a hidden space. Most of Ji Hen's treasures are hidden inside. If they get it, it will be a heaven-defying creation.

Unfortunately, no one was found.

For this reason, the major forces also issued a sea seal order and listed the Dead Sea as a restricted area, for no other reason than to find the ring. As for how to divide the loot, we will wait until it is found.

"The Great Xia Dragon Dynasty...is in danger."

Too many elders murmured, and there were too many lamentations in their eyes.

No one could refute this.

To all parties, the Holy Son of Tianzong was a deterrent.

Now that Ji Hen is dead, this deterrent has disappeared. Hostile forces will surely come back, just like the major dynasties outside, they will definitely start wars again. It doesn't matter if a holy son of Tianzong is buried. I don't know how many wars it will cause. I don’t know how many people will be devastated by the war.

Maybe there are too many people paying attention to this area, but still no one goes to see the island.

On the top of the mountain, under an old tree that Long Fei was leaning against, the green hair that flowed like water waves was now whiter than snow. The pair of beautiful eyes that were as clear as water were now turbid and dim, and they were losing their last traces. A glimmer of light and the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth added the last touch of sadness to her.

"Finally caught up."

She smiled tiredly, and her whisper was weak.

She sacrificed her life to the nine-tailed fox, broke the nine-tailed contract, and also used the forbidden technique of the nine-tailed lineage. It was supposed to be a space method that could transport people out of thin air. Go, at that moment of life and death, she sent Zhao Yun away, but no one in the world knew about it.

Beside her, the nine-tailed fox was also there.

Using the forbidden method, the dragon concubine sacrificed her life, and it also suffered a lot of wear and tear. Looking at it now, it is no longer as majestic as a mountain. It is a miniature version of the nine-tailed fox, and it looks like a little lamb at first glance.

"Is it worth exchanging one's life for one's life?" the nine-tailed fox said calmly.

"It's good if he's alive." Long Fei's smile was as tender as water.

The nine-tailed fox opened its mouth, but no words came out. Among all the nine-tailed hosts of the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty, Long Fei was the most tragic one it had ever had. What is love in the world? How can it be agreed between life and death?

"Zhao Yun, will you remember me?"

Concubine Long murmured softly, and her breath became fainter with every word she spoke. The saddest words of love concealed her most poignant tenderness. Her hazy eyes finally lost the last trace of light, slowly Close it, leaving only two lines of crystal tears, gently sliding down the pale cheek.

Another ancient death song suddenly sounded to see off the Princess of Daxia.

Bathed in the moonlight, her delicate body disappeared inch by inch, turning into dreamlike petals, like a woman dancing, following her affection and love in the lingering wind, drifting into the distance.