Every hour, Luo Yunxiao would ask softly.

"Jun Muyan, are you still alive? If you are alive, can you give me a shout?"

"Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu, Chu Moli, Leng Yumo, Ling Yusheng, Lan Luoyu... would you like to come back?"

One voice after another, over and over again.

Until the voice is hoarse and the blood is cold.

Until the ringing of the ghost bell became more and more urgent, and the thunder began to gather above his head again.

Luo Yunxiao finally realized.

No one responded to him.

No one will call him "junior uncle" anymore.

No one will risk their lives to protect him no matter whether he is a human or a demon, strong or weak.

There is no more Xiaoyaomen in the world.

And the last bit of light in his heart, the last piece of pure land, finally disappeared completely at this moment.

Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes.

A trace of coldness slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The moonlight shines on this gleam of crystal, like the last ray of dawn between heaven and earth.

From then on, there was endless darkness.

From then on, there was no more warmth and laughter.

Three Thousand Worlds, how about it?

So what about all the living beings?

If Xiaoyao Sect cannot survive in the world, what qualifications do you have to survive?

Luo Yunxiao's figure disappeared from the spot.

But at this moment, in another small world.

He thought that Muyan, who had been struck by divine lightning and was in disarray, was actually experiencing the pain of having her flesh and bones crushed and reassembled.

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Time goes back four hours to the Xiuxian Continent.

The war between the Extreme Realm, the Demon Clan, and the Nether Realm was about to break out, but it ended in an inexplicable way.

After the army retreated from the Netherworld and Emperor Ming Jue left.

Chang Lao was sure that the demons no longer had the will to go to war with Jiyu, so he quickly ordered the withdrawal.

During this period of time, all the top leaders of Jiyu stayed up all night guarding the Universe Mirror and Pojun's Soul Lantern.

Time passes day by day.

Po Jun's soul lamp sometimes shines, sometimes dims, and almost goes out.

Han Ye and the others, who had concluded a master-servant contract with Di Mingjue, felt heart palpitations one after another.

That's what happens when Di Mingjue encounters a life-or-death crisis.

Chang Lao and the others' hearts were in their throats again and again.

Every minute and every second is suffering.

Just when Xinglang and the others couldn't help but want to rush to Yanwu Continent, the Qiankun Mirror that had been silent finally lit up with a dazzling light.

Then two figures stepped out of the mirror.

"Your Majesty——!!"

Chang Lao and others almost cried with joy.

During the period when there was no news from Di Mingjue, their days seemed like years.

Jiyu without Junshang is like without a backbone and will fall apart at any time.

Fortunately, your Majesty is back now.

And even Po Jun was rescued together.

He is truly worthy of being their king!

No matter what kind of danger he can face, nothing can stop him?

Chang Lao was thinking this when he suddenly heard Star Wolf scream: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!"

"Shut up!"

Di Mingjue scolded him coldly, waved away Xing Lang's outstretched hand with all his strength, and then pushed Po Jun out.

The voice that spoke was hoarse and cold, "Go and ask for the King of Medicine immediately!"

Po Jun was pushed and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

However, he didn't even bother to adjust his embarrassed posture, and turned around suddenly to look at Chang Lao, "Did you hear that? Go and ask for the King of Medicine! Your Majesty, I can't hold it anymore!!"

Po Jun's temperament has always been cold and indifferent, and his temper did not change even when Mount Tai collapsed.
Chapter completed!