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The dragon vulture soared in the clear sky, its membrane-covered bone wings trembling in the fierce wind, to make a final conclusion to this old matter.

The flat snow field under the feet gradually rises and falls, and the holy mountain in the Forbidden Zone is to the north of the Moshan base, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Qing Jue, who lost the last hole card, obviously couldn't run too far.

Lu Mengji exhaled a mouthful of white mist, his vision was dark for a moment, he opened his eyes again, and hid his bandaged right hand behind his back.

Mu Fan, who was sitting in front, seemed to have sensed something, but the moment he turned his face to the side, Lu Mengji gently pressed his forehead against him and rubbed against his neck.as usual.

Mu Fan was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lu Mengji: "It's coming soon."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with burning heat behind his ears, and he was still pulling the beast's feathers with his left hand.

Mu Fan frowned, just about to say something, but the next moment his eyes turned serious.

On the ridge below, where the dragon eagle flew over, there were two small spots moving slowly.

Lu Mengji whistled, and the beast turned around and swept straight down.

It was a man, with a black panther.

The shadow of the dragon eagle swooped down, and the black panther roared, and quickly jumped out to protect Qing Jue, with its back arched high.Qing Jue raised his head extremely slowly. In his pupils, the body of the beast continued to enlarge, followed by the person sitting on the back of the dragon and vulture.

Qing Jue finally met Mu Fan's eyes.

The last time was a rainy night in S City.

It was the main hall of Tianshui Jiange 500 years ago.

The snow on the mountain peak was swept up by the strong wind swept by the dragon vulture, and the field of vision was a mess of gray and white, only a sword light was as bright as a white sword, facing his throat directly.

And the black panther was kicked over by Lu Mengji.

Qing Jue gave a low smile, which immediately turned into a big laugh, as if thinking of something, she became more and more crazy.Every inch of muscle on his face twisted strangely, the pampered high priest of the Moshan tribe looked like a complete lunatic at this moment.

"You're finally here." His voice was still sweet, and the corners of his eyes almost burst into tears.The black panther struggled to crawl towards him, but was crushed into the snow mud by Lu Mengji again.

He looked up at Mu Fan, his face was neither sad nor happy, not even angry, which made Qing Jue feel dull.

He still said to himself: "By the way, you are here to kill me. The plum blossom barriers are all caused by me-but why should it be me? Junior brother Mu, have you ever asked me about my difficulties? Like you, you were once a sacrifice to the Tianshui Jiange. If it wasn't—"

Qing Jue's pupils suddenly contracted, revealing an extremely surprised look.Before he could finish speaking, the Glazed Light Sword had pierced more than an inch neatly.

He coughed twice, blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the plum fragrance that was several times stronger than that of the Moshan orcs drifted away.

Mu Fan said lightly, "I'm just here to kill you."

When the streamer sword is out of its sheath, the head of the item is taken.All difficulties have nothing to do with this.

"Very well, you are very well." Qing Jue's voice was hoarse, and his smile became increasingly resentful: "You killed me, and the ten thousand-year inheritance of Jiange will be broken since then, so you are not afraid that the patriarch will come to you and claim your life!"

On the side, Lu Mengji sneered.If he hadn't handed over the full power to Afan at this time, he would have had a way to make this beast kneel down and beg for mercy.Thinking of this, he crushed Mo Yu under his feet again.

Mu Fan drew out the sword silently, and then, there was a sudden scream in the snow.Mo Yu roared and turned around, only to see that Qing Jue's face was pale, and Mu Fan didn't know how to do it, but he couldn't even breathe.

"This sword is for one of the 340 disciples of Jiange's outer sect."

"This sword is for the 76 ancestors of the Mu family."

"This sword is a dust."

"Two thousand living souls for Mount Mo—"

In the snow, Qing Jue's pupils gradually dilated, but his consciousness was extremely clear. Whenever he was about to faint, his whole body would twitch with severe pain and burning.His tendons in his hands and feet were broken, and he even voluntarily slammed into the Glazed Sword several times, resentment and fear intertwined in his eyes, he only hated Mu Fan's vicious lynching, and he couldn't give him a break.He also resented Lu Mengji, Yu Xuzong, the orc who missed, he even resented Mo Yu, if he hadn't carried him to the holy mountain——

The blood-dried body moved, and with the final convulsions, Qing Jue's eyes were pitch black.A kind of creepy fear suddenly appeared on the already ashen face, the gray lips moved, and Hehe made a voice: "No, it's not me, don't look for me..."

On the other side, Mo Yu's eyes were cracked, and she almost broke free from Lu Mengji's oppression.Lu Mengji frowned, picked him up, and threw him into a pool of blood.Mo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood foam and broken teeth, twisted and transformed into a human being, and crawled towards Qing Jue with support on her elbows, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

In front of him, Qing Jue was inhuman due to fear, curled up and looked into the void, as if there was a ghost demanding his life there.

Mu Fan put away the sword, and said calmly: "The souls who died under his hands have waited too long for this day."

In a pool of blood, the priest of the Moshan clan who had carried countless lives finally stopped breathing.

The facial features stiffened by fear are like the end of 500 years of history.

Mu Fan let out a breath, which turned into white mist in the cold wind.

If there are land flying immortals in the world, then there will be Shura ghosts.

With the karma in Qingjue, before he was reincarnated, he would be pulled into the Asura Way, and be reversed by evil obstacles.

The dragon vulture leaned over and yelled, as if feeling something, for the first time, it was not interested in taking a bite of Qingjue's corpse.In the snow, only Mo Yu was still crawling towards Qing Jue with his arms propped up.

Mu Fan was about to make a move, but was held down by Lu Mengji: "I'll do it."

In the snow, Mo Yu finally touched Qing Jue's body, and he carefully covered the cold and twisted hands, showing the same strange smile as Qing Jue.What responded to him was Lu Mengji's sharp sword.

The snow mountain finally returned to calm.

500 years, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Crushed snow fell like jade shavings, Mu Fan took something out of Qingjue's stiff corpse, turned to look at Lu Mengji.

"go home?"

"it is good."

Yuxuzong, the Sutra Pavilion.

More than a hundred soul lamps tied with red strings suddenly lit up, as if the last long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, and the entire Buddhist scriptures pavilion was reflected in a blue light.The disciple who was cleaning the bookshelf was stunned, and quickly ran to the sixth floor, followed by surprises: "Qingjue is dead! Quick, go to the law enforcement elder—"

In Pandora North, Sect Master Yuxu finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news: "It's fine, it's fine, it's fine—the nuclear magnetic storm will pass soon, and I'll wait here for them to come out."

Nine-Tailed Star, Lu Mi, the young master of the demon city who has been crying and howling for a whole week, finally got Xiao Zhou's consent. After confirming that the crisis of Qingjue was over, he was picked up by a private mech to Pandora.

After all the tribes moved south, Port C in the North District was empty, and Lu Mi ran faster than a rabbit with a small cloth bag on his back. Suddenly, he surprised the orc sweeping the snow: "Oh, you little brat, you look so tall!" good!"

In the pocket, Lu Mi's terminal still rings non-stop.A total of ninety push messages deeply expressed the despair of manager Wei Shu.

"Xiaomi, where did Yingdi Lu go? Tell Brother Wei Shu, okay? Xiaomi, why didn't your brother and sister-in-law take you when they went out to play? Are you still doing homework at home—"

Lu Mi's eyes widened, and with a click, he took a selfie, and proudly sent it: "Hmph! My brother will never want me!"

Jinchen Entertainment, Wei Shu finally wept with joy, and quickly sent Lu Mi's selfie to a travel consultant team who had been preparing for a long time: "Quick, check where this is!"

What responded to him was a long silence.In the photo, Lu Mi smiled uncomfortably. Behind him, there were endless snow-capped mountains, strong men in animal skins, and rough buildings that made one suspect that they had returned to the Stone Age.

"Mr. Wei, look at the background... at least it's not Blue Star..."

Wei Shu nodded and turned off the communication.

On Xingbo, countless fans are still waiting for Lu Mengji's update, and the last status is that this guy changed the ID prefix to Yuxu Pharmaceutical without the company's permission.Outside the company's gate, there was a crowd of entertainment journalists blocking the door while eating melon seeds.

Wei Shu closed the window, took a deep breath, and then burst into a deafening roar: "Lu Mengji! You would rather go to an alien planet to be a savage than come back to be a movie star! I, I will never end with you!!"