Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Han Ziyu looked back at the disciples behind him. Yes, as they said, wherever they could escape, they would all die in the God-killing City in less than six days.

All the disciples held their swords and fought among the monsters.

The magic fog in the jungle dispersed, and the thick fog was filled with black air. Cold wind blew in, and the sound of fluttering wings of birds passed by Han Ziyu's ears. He immediately swung his whip away, and the whip was in vain.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses and walked through the fog.

Screams were heard frequently in his ears. When Han Ziyu saw the huge demon spider above his head, he immediately pushed away the disciple in front of him. He rushed away with Wu Ge. The demon spider was split in half by Wu Ge, and the rotten liquid There was a puddle.

Lu Ming immediately cast a spell to blow away the demonic mist. As the mist gradually dissipated and his vision slowly opened up, the mountains began to shake.

Countless demons rushed over, and the pungent rotten smell rushed straight into the nose.

All those hovering in the sky are demonic birds, with no way to retreat.

Some disciples held their swords and shouted loudly: "Kill, the people at the top of Wangya are definitely not people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

"kill!"

Some female disciples also raised their swords and left. No one was afraid of the so-called death.

The sky was slowly illuminated by the sunset, and the horizon turned bloody red. Cold wind blew, and fallen leaves were flying.

The demon spider spun out its silk and rushed towards him. Han Ziyu swung his whip away and swept the female disciple behind him.

He carried Wu Ge and flew straight away, his eyes filled with determination to return to the cliff, hoping that not all the people on the top of the cliff would die here.

Blood stained his clothes red, and he recalled the scenes of teaching his disciples in those years. As a teacher, he could not let these people lose their lives in vain.

Xi Qing's eyes were full of shock, and Mu Yuan wanted to call out, but he didn't know what to say at this time. Their master was originally a saintly gentleman who was upright and dedicated to saving the world.

Countless demons came, and Han Ziyu shouted: "Xi Qing listens to the order. After forming a formation for the master, he will fight a way out for you and lead all the disciples to escape from this place."

"Yes." Xi Qing said.

Han Ziyu held Wu Ge and flew into the air. He cut his palm and let blood flow out. Then he called out Li Xuan. He held Li Xuan's whip with his bleeding hand, and blood stained Li Xuan's body.

The blood immediately penetrated into the whip body, and the whip was surrounded by golden light.

He waved his whip, and countless spiritual powers came from behind, repelling all the monsters.

"Retreat quickly! Retreat to the entrance of the cave behind!" Han Ziyu shouted.

Mu Yuan led some people to retreat first.

Han Ziyu tapped a drop of blood on his eyebrows with his fingertips. He lit a few talismans and the talismans burned around him. A formation was formed. Dots of golden light surrounded him, and starlight like flowing fireflies burst out.

As the light shone, the demons around them no longer dared to act rashly, and some demon birds whimpered and flew away.

After he summoned the universe, he recited a few spells, released the ice blade and inserted it into his heart and lungs, gouging out the inner yuan. The inner yuan in the shape of a lotus exuded ice light, and ice-blue spiritual light swirled around the inner yuan.

Han Ziyu stared, cast a magic seal, and melted the inner essence into the Li Xuan Whip. When the talisman and seal were burning vigorously and the light was overflowing, the heaven and earth slowly flew high into the sky.

"I will sacrifice my soul to the Lord Zixuan. The heaven and earth will pursue the soul, and the universe will move!"

The vast brilliance burst out from the sky and illuminated the world. The surrounding trees were ignited by the brilliance, and their spiritual power went straight to the nine heavens.

The corners of Xi Qing's mouth trembled. His master had been sacrificed, and he no longer had a master: "Master! Master!"

The world suddenly became silent and the surrounding area became dark.

Han Ziyu's body fell from mid-air.

Xi Qing rushed away, trying to catch his master but was pushed away by the huge spiritual power.

a barrier forms

Dots of starlight slowly gathered towards Han Ziyu's body, and then more and more starlight rolled in until a huge aperture formed around his body.

"Master, Master!" Xi Qing slapped the barrier and cried like a child. He lost his senior sister, lost Bei Yi, and now even his master is gone.

When the halo of light dissipated, the blood stains on Han Ziyu's body dissipated completely. He slowly stood up from the ground and looked at the world ignorantly.

The demons behind him were waiting for the opportunity. Han Ziyu held Li Xuan and walked away, killing half of the demons around him with a whip.

Xi Qing flew to Han Ziyu's side and said, "Master, Master."

Han Ziyu stared with confusion: "Who are you? Where are you here?"

"I am Xi Qing, Master, I am Xi Qing."

"I am Zi Xuan from the God Realm, not Han Ziyu as you mentioned."

Xi Qing took a step back in disbelief. He stared at the man in front of him carefully. He had the same face as his master and was wearing his clothes, but his temperament was different. This man had an aura of nobility, and Horrible.

The monster attacks again.

Zixuan waved his whip and attacked again. In front of the divine power, half of these demons were killed. He felt cold, how could the demons be here now?

The feeling of spiritual power coming from the whip was so familiar, and Zi Xuan's eyebrows were fixed, why, how could it be Chen Lan's divine power, what happened, how could it be Chen Lan's divine power.

He input his divine power to test, and found that the whip turned out to be Chenlan's divine bone. Where is Chenlan now, and where is Chenlan.

Zixuan's soul belongs to Li Xuanbian.

Zi Xuan walked in the thick fog for a moment. A dead tree stood in the middle of the water in front of him, and he flew away.

A lonely back is reflected on the water, stretched by the moonlight, the cold wind is howling, and the fallen leaves are falling.

"Zixuan, you're here." The man looked back, his eyes bleak.

Zixuan looked at the person in front of him, and it turned out to be a wisp of Chen Lan's soul: "Chen Lan."

"You are finally here, after thousands of years..."

Zi Xuan didn't understand what it meant, he had obviously already dispersed from heaven and earth. The only impression I have for so many years is that I have been living in a biting sea area. The sea area is full of lonely souls. Those lonely souls howl day and night. There seems to be a breath of dust there. He could vaguely recall some scenes, which seemed to be in the dark underworld, where there were seas of stars, sparks and flowers all over the mountains and plains. He seemed to have seen Chenlan with white hair. He couldn't bear the pain of Chenlan living in his memories. He used the spiritual power of Xinghua to reveal his remnant soul, and the two of them disappeared together...

Zi Xuan: "Ten thousand years is really a long time."

Back then, in order to save Chenlan's life, he had no choice but to kill himself in front of him. If he hadn't died, Chenlan would have died.

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise back then."

"Ten thousand years, it's really too long, Zi Xuan, these ten thousand years is really too long." Chenlan's voice seemed indifferent, but it was full of helplessness and exhaustion. He looked back at the person in front of him, and a heavy fog suddenly appeared in his eyes. , the steam fluttered, and after a while he lifted up his heavy steps and walked slowly towards Zixuan.

"I'm sorry, I broke the promise back then."

Chen Lan staggered for a moment. He lowered his eyes and stared at his own shadow, thinking for a moment. Then he moved the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled faintly, seemingly relieved but full of sadness: "I thought we could stay together for the rest of our lives."

Somewhere in Zi Xuan's heart was frightened, and a wave of pain came over him. He died decisively that year, leaving Chen Lan alone in the God Realm. He knew that he must have suffered from loneliness for these ten thousand years. There is no cure for suffering, just like a chronic poison that becomes more and more intoxicating over time and cannot be relieved.