"Yes." Zhao Yun burst into tears.

"I'm waiting for you."

Chu Wushuang smiled sweetly, and her beautiful eyes that refused to close finally lost the last trace of light. The hand holding the bodhi flower also dropped weakly, and only two lines of sad tears fell gently down her cheeks, as if

Every drop is engraved with two names, one is Ji Hen and the other is Zhao Yun.

The breeze, because she has a touch of sadness.

The dim sky and earth seemed to be ringing with an ancient death song, a farewell song for the infatuated woman.

The hall turns black.

Previously, Luna was right.

This woman named Chu Wushuang was destined to die. From the moment she entered the demonic realm, she was destined to die here. After eating the fireworks of the world, she could not escape a single word of love.

"No frost."

Zhao Yun is still calling, still instilling true energy risklessly.

But there was no response from her in his arms.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really heartbreaking!"

Wang Yang said with a faint smile. He had never been so excited for so many years. Ji Hen's pain was the source of his joy. For a second like this, he was so excited that he almost went crazy.

“It’s really a feast for the eyes.”

Mo Kui, the Blood-clothed Holy Son, the First Corpse Clan member, Xiao Rihei, the Holy Son of the Demon Temple, the Holy Son of the Demon Mountain... Everyone present showed excited and evil smiles. They loved watching this scene, and they couldn't help but love it.

If you can't bear to disturb it, you should look at it a few more times and treat it as a brand, carving it into your soul.

More people came.

All enemies.

Seeing this scene, I was stunned.

Then, there was an extremely arrogant smile, like an evil ghost.

"How...how could it be like this?"

The blue-haired woman also came, but she was hiding on the outside, staring blankly at the world, her mouth slightly open, her cheeks turning pale, and she could see Zhao Yun and Chu Wushuang through the figures.

He has one arm, and she has white hair.

He slumped down and she lay quietly in his arms.

One person is awake.

One person seems to be asleep.

But once you sleep, it will be a reincarnation.

Zhao Yun was silent, as motionless as a statue. He did not call out again, nor instill any more true energy, because he could no longer produce a trace of essence in his body, and it was really exhausted.

"Ji Hen, are you heartbroken?"

It's Wang Yang again, smiling so white that all his teeth are exposed.

A few words stirred up a thousand waves, and the anger of the enemies burst out in an instant, just like an evil ghost with teeth and claws, cheering for her pain and his pain.

boom!

There was a sudden thunder that resounded across the vast sky.

Zhao Yun's form changed. On the center of his eyebrows, an ancient secret pattern was carved inch by inch. His black hair, like a waterfall, turned into blood red. He had no true essence, but there was a dark evil spirit all over his body.

, the most terrifying thing is that his eyes gradually lost their pupils and became extremely dark, like two black holes. Looking at the scars on his body, whether they were blood gouges from natural disasters or sword marks from battles, they were all restored one after another.

Even his broken arm was molded out of blood and bones, and an overwhelming power suddenly emerged from his body, cold and withered.

"Extreme realm?"

Moon God let out a surprised sound, as if he recognized that state.
Chapter completed!