"You can kill me, but you can't make my soul surrender!" This is a signal that Dongfang Jing gave Ye Han.

With a very powerful soul and persistence, she has no worries, so she can die calmly.

Many masters with great cultivation, such as Gurus and Tianyenong, are afraid of death and can make many compromises to survive.

But there are very few people who are truly great like Dongfang Jing who would rather die than admit their mistakes. The persistence in the heart is fearless, and can die or be humiliated. Such a state of mind is destined to be able to go further.

Dongfang Jing's cultivation is better than Ye Han, and the failure to Ye Han is due to insufficient experience, not lack of ability.

In some aspects, whether it is Dongfang Jing, Ye Han, Yun Mo, and the leader, they all have something in common. That is, they would rather die than be humiliated.

Ye Han would compromise, not because he was afraid of death, but because he cared for his relatives. Just like Dongfang Jing kneeled to Ye Han for Li Yi. But they would never surrender for their own life and change their inner persistence.

Dongfang Jing closed her beautiful eyes, and her face was a little unreal under the rays of setting sun. The evening breeze blew, and her hair also fluttered. This is an absolute ice fairy, beautiful and not contaminated with any worldly things.

"You really would rather die than admit your mistake?" Ye Han asked slowly, his voice deep.

Dongfang Jing slowly uttered three words and said, "Do it!"

All the members of the Trudeau clan were silent, although they admired Dongfang Jing's unyielding death. They would never be tolerant and let their sisters die innocently. Ye Han could not be merciful to him because of this. He stopped talking nonsense and came to Dongfang Jing. After a moment of silentness, he took a deep breath, and used his fingers like the wind, and pointed his strength on her temples.

Then, Dongfang Jing fell down in response!

Ye Han turned around and said to Hai Qingxuan: "Take her body back to Xikunlun."

"Yes, the sect leader!" Hai Qingxuan responded.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!

It’s not Dongfang Jing’s pretentiousness, but her inner pride and persistence. No one will use life as pretentiousness.

The moment Ye Han pointed that finger, a drop of crystal tears flowed out of Dongfang Jing's eyes. No one knew why this woman cried before she died?

Ye Han then left the cemetery.

Li Honglei and Hai Qingxuan arranged Dongfang Jing's funeral together. They could see clearly that the master's finger contained true power, which had cut off all Dongfang Jing's vitality.

In fact, Dongfang Jing did stop breathing and all six meridians stopped.

Hai Qingxuan took Ouyang's special plane to West Kunlun overnight.

Ye Han returned to the beach villa at 8 o'clock in the evening. The beach villa now looks peaceful and beautiful. The lights in the villa are full of warmth. There are only Andeng and Aichuan, as well as several members of the Great Trudeau family, who are secretly protected. The villa is home to servants, Ouyang Lifei and Xu Tong.

Ye Han felt something inevitably in his heart. Dongfang Jing's tears at the last moment made him smell a hint of sadness.

Many things are involuntarily and have to do.

In this torrent of great reforms, he could only climb upwards without help.

Ouyang Lifei made dinner herself, which was very light, including millet porridge, tremella lotus seed soup, and some delicious Korean kimchi.

The lights are very warm! Ye Han accompanied Ouyang Lifei and Xu Tong to eat, and the scene also smelled of home.

Xu Tong was obediently picking up food for Ye Han, and the little girl became more and more beautiful and cute. Her obedientness made Ye Han feel distressed.

Unconsciously, Ye Han remembered Miaojia and Xu Si again. Are they okay? Can I rescue you eight months later?

After dinner, Ye Han practiced the Golden Lotus Art on the beach. The density of blood is increasing, and the mixture of strength and qi and blood is even more round and perfect.

The speed of this increase is steadily increasing, but for Ye Han, who has only been eight months old, it seems anxious.

But things like cultivation must be steadily and step by step. Is there another fairy tale in the world that can reach the sky?

Ye Han, who was upset, forcibly practiced the Golden Lotus Art of Fire three times. After practicing it three times, his blood began to be inconsistent. His whole body was burning and his mind was dizzy. Too much or too little was Ye Han's current situation. Whether it is the New Origin Art or the Golden Lotus Art of Fire, once the intensity exceeds the physical tolerance, it will produce a reverse effect. Haste is not achieved!

Ye Han took an hour to condition the body before he felt comfortable. But because of the strong practice just now, he could not practice these two techniques for at least three days.

Ten minutes later, Ye Han, who was listening to the sound of Haitao slapping the shore, called Li Ruolan by the beach.

An hour later, Ye Han pressed Li Ruolan in black professional suit on the bed in the hotel presidential suite.

At one o'clock in the morning, after four hours of flight, Hai Qingxuan landed on a special plane on the landing floor of Xikunlun.

This sound immediately alarmed the disciples of Xi Kunlun.

A disciple immediately came forward to ask, Hai Qingxuan jumped out of the plane, faced the disciples of Xi Kunlun, and said in a deep voice: "I am Hai Qingxuan, the Great Trudeau family, Dongfang Jing is dead, please send someone to get the body."

Suddenly, the news shocked the disciples of the West Kunlun. Then, the disciples of the West Kunlun immediately went back to inform Li Yi.

In less than five minutes, Li Yi and Ling Haoyu and his disciples rushed over at lightning speed. Li Yi looked heartbroken, and Ling Haoyu and his disciples were also angry and sad.

Li Yi rushed to Hai Qingxuan first. In the night and under the moonlight, Li Yi did not look like a sect leader, but his father who lost his daughter. "Where is Jing'er?" Li Yi held back the pain and questioned Hai Qingxuan sternly.

Hai Qingxuan returned to the plane and carried Dongfang Jing's body horizontally. Li Yi saw it clearly, and his body shook immediately, almost unsteady. He took Dongfang Jing, so sad that he couldn't make a sound.

Li Yi couldn't believe it. He placed Dongfang quietly on the ground, stretched out his finger to touch her breath... He really had no breathing.

"Jing'er..." Li Yi closed his eyes. At that moment, Hai Qingxuan saw the extreme pain on his face. The pain was just like when he lost his sister, so painful that he could not describe it.

Ling Haoyu was so sad and angry that he stepped forward and asked Hai Qingxuan coldly, saying, "Why is this happening? If you don't tell me the reason today, I will tear you into pieces."

Hai Qingxuan's expression remained unchanged at all, and she said, "This is Miss Dongfang's own choice. She was unwilling to kowtow and admitted her mistakes, so she chose to die."

"Everyone is sad!" After Hai Qingxuan finished speaking, she glanced at the sad disciples of Kunlun in Xi, and then turned around to get on the plane.

"Let's wait!" Li Yi stood up and suddenly said.

Hai Qingxuan looked at Li Yi and said lightly: "What, can the main sect kill me to vent my anger?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Li Yi's eyes and said, "Please rest here for a night. I want to know some specific situation about Jing'er. Please!" He is the leader of the sect, and his posture is surprising at this moment.

This also shows how much he cared about Dongfang Jing. Hai Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, couldn't bear to refuse his request, and said, "Yes!"

"Haoyu, take Jing'er back." Li Yi nodded to Hai Qingxuan and thanked him, and then said to Ling Haoyu.

Ling Haoyu nodded.

Hai Qingxuan was arranged to rest in the stone room. In the main hall of Xi Kunlun, Dongfang Jing's body was quietly lying on the stone bed. Li Yi withdrew all his disciples.

When Dongfang Jing went up the mountain, he had been learning arts with Li Yi. Over the years, the two of them had become like masters and fathers. Li Yi never married for the rest of his life. He regarded Ling Haoyu and Dongfang Jing as their biological children. The pain at this time was unimaginable.

Dongfang Hong is Dongfang Jing's sister, and now Li Yi has refused to come in. Because Li Yi remembered the words of the Holy Emperor, the relics could help Jing'er escape a death disaster. In addition, Li Yi looked at Dongfang Jing's face, which was too peaceful and there was a blush. It was like sleeping soundly, and it didn't seem like he was dead.

However, Li Yi was not in a hurry to take action because he didn't understand clearly, and he was afraid that it would cause continued criticism from the Trudeau. The first thing at the moment was to determine whether Jing'er was saved. The second thing was to confirm whether it was the Trudeau intentionally giving Jing'er a way out or an negligence.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, although the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were tightened, the sun could not shine in. Ye Han on the bed had already felt the brightness of the sun. Today was a good day, and Ye Han sat up from the bed. Li Ruolan beside him was still asleep, her snow-white shoulders were exposed, and her hair was as smooth as a waterfall.

It's such a beautiful picture of the spring sleeping of the Begonia. Inexplicably, Ye Han's mood improved. Let it go naturally and go upstream. If you are confused by yourself, it will affect your cultivation even more. You must let the sand in your hands naturally. Ye Han completely figured it out through this intense **.
Chapter completed!