moonlit night

As soon as Leng Beixiao pulled and hugged Luo Mingche, and dragged him out of the gate of hell, he heard two clanging sounds of swords being unsheathed behind him.

He didn't need to look back, he also knew that it was Zhao Ya who was worth letting Mozun draw his sword.But as soon as he realized this, someone shoved his shoulders from behind, and then he and Hengwu were pushed into a deep, narrow and long stone path beside him.

This should be what Jun Changye said earlier, the secret road connected to the Dragon Temple outside.

He sat down against the cool wall, trying to make Luo Mingche's pillow as comfortable as possible.But the person in the arms has completely passed out, his face is bloodless, and he is light in his arms.This is completely different from the last time he was injured in Xizhou, where he was covered in blood, but this time, it seemed that all the spiritual energy and blood essence had been drained from his whole body.

Leng Beixiao's heart sank for the most part, and suddenly remembered that there was a doctor who practiced rejuvenation here, so he hurriedly turned his head and called out: "Ning..."

As soon as he said a word, he felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing by his ears.Ning Yuanmei also walked into the secret passage, knelt down beside them, and quickly put her fingers on Luo Mingche's blood-stained wrist, her eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, but she did not speak.

"Fairy Ning," Leng Beixiao was very anxious, but he didn't dare to interrupt her investigation.After Ning Yuanmei moved his finger away, he hurriedly asked, "How is he?"

"The essence and blood are almost exhausted. In addition, the internal and external injuries were serious before. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is only one breath left."

"One breath?" Leng Beixiao trembled all over, and then he was furious: "The puppet master didn't stop him! When he comes out, this king..."

Ning Yuanmei felt something, then looked up through the narrow entrance of the stone path in front of her, and looked into the half-open door.But the inside was already filled with Dasheng's shimmering water, so dazzling that people could barely open their eyes, she could only block it with her hands, and murmured: "He can't get out."

"What?" Leng Beixiao was startled, then lowered his head again, and rubbed Luo Mingche's pale cheek with his thumb.I saw that the place that was originally covered with blood mud had been washed away by the water with clear traces.

It's tear stains.

"In less than half an hour, Mr. Hengwu will die of blood." Ning Yuanmei calmed down, but what he said next was almost ruthless, "Two ways. If you want Mr. He gave it to me. And you have to promise that you will never see him again. Otherwise, I will not save him."

Leng Beixiao raised his head suddenly, his eyes were about to burst into flames, but then he thought that there was something to beg for her, so he had to stop talking abruptly, and said stiffly: "You hate him. How can this king trust him to you?"

"That's right," Ning Yuanmei smiled brightly, "Then you just watch him die."

Leng Beixiao turned to look at her blankly: "Huh?"

This sudden change of style is not quite right, sister.

Ning Yuanmei shrugged indifferently, then stood up in the narrow secret passage, turned around and walked to the entrance where she was about to come and go.Seeing that she was serious, Leng Beixiao quickly raised his hand to grab the other's sleeve, and shouted, "Wait a minute."

Ning Yuanmei paused.But Leng Beixiao clearly saw that there was a flash of impatience in the opponent's eyes.

So he looked down again at the gentle eyes of the man in his arms, and finally made up his mind: "Can you promise me that you can save him?"

Ning Yuanmei took a deep look at Leng Beixiao, nodded in agreement and said, "Of course."

"Okay." Leng Beixiao nodded, then suddenly bent down, rubbing against the pale lips of the Tsing Yi Sage Monarch for a moment.Then carefully lifted him up, handed him into Ning Yuanmei's arms, and hurriedly said: "Take him away, before the Immortal Emperor comes, go quickly. This king goes out to help the Demon Lord."

After finishing speaking, he raised his legs and was about to walk out, but he had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard the woman in the green skirt say quietly behind him:

"Tell me, why does he like you?"

"Maybe it's because this king is good-looking." Leng Beixiao pinched his chin and thought for a while, "This question is not a good question. If you want to ask why this king likes him, there are many reasons."

The woman seemed to smile: "Then, why do you like him?"

Leng Beixiao opened his mouth to answer, but thousands of words came to his mouth, but only two sentences:

"There are too many reasons, and I can't finish it. Let's just say this, before meeting him, this king never thought about finding a queen for the Yaozu. From now on, I won't think about it again."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and raised his foot again to move.But suddenly he thought of something, he hastily raised his hand, and pulled out the hairpin that Mr. Hengwu had put on him before, then let the long hair that had not been cut since he was born be piled up messily on his shoulders, turned around The hairpin was solemnly handed over to Ning Yuanmei.

"He gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to you." Leng Beixiao said lightly, "The king of all monsters, he promises everything. Don't worry, I will never see him again."

Before Ning Yuanmei had time to see clearly whether there was water shining in those glass-colored eyes, the other party turned around again and strode towards the entrance of the secret passage.

He didn't say another word, and neither did she, but turned and walked in the opposite direction.The two figures drifted away, and the blue one quickly disappeared, while the one with the same blood stains as Mr. Hengwu walked out of the stone path against the light.

From beginning to end, he never looked back.

The moment he came out of the stone road, Leng Beixiao had already tightly held the nine-section whip in his hand.He desperately longed for a hearty bloody battle, so as to wash away all the pain in his heart, but the outside was still calm, except for the brighter and brighter light inside the door.

At this very moment, in that dark divine room, beside the long passageway was an everlasting lamp burning, and four people were divided into two, standing close to each other, silently confronting each other.

Jun Changye and Yue Qingchen stood by the gate leading to the sacrificial plate, their swords were out of their sheaths, but the tip of the blade did not face forward, but hung low in tacit understanding.On the other hand, a man and a woman were unarmed, the woman trembled uncontrollably, and seemed quite disturbed, but the man looked calm, his clothes were soaked in blood, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Suddenly, he smiled, raised his hands, touched his forehead and shoulders in turn, then put his right hand on his left shoulder, and gave a deep salute to the person standing here.

Yue Qingchen recognized that in the fairy world, this is the etiquette that low-ranking people will only use when they pay homage to the venerable who is at least one of the masters of the first realm.

But his demeanor is calm and dignified, he is obviously used to being worshiped by ten thousand immortals, he doesn't look like someone of low status.

"Don't blame the gods." After finishing the ceremony meticulously, the smile on Zhao Ya's face still did not disappear.He raised his head and said to Yue Qingchen: "The deity has not yet returned to the throne, so I can't perform three worships and nine kowtows. Wait for the deity to return to Baiyujing with me..."

"He won't go with you." Jun Changye interrupted coldly, his body full of hostility, "Get lost."

Zhaoya looked at Jun Changye indifferently, as if he had just discovered Jun Changye's existence. His gaze was like a knife, like a sword, which made one feel like falling into an ice cave.Just one glance made the atmosphere in the divine room suddenly tense, almost overwhelming.

Yue Qingchen saw that the devil's knife beside him was about to be unable to hold down, so he held his hand with his free hand, and shook his head at Jun Changye.

Zhao Ya's eyes darkened.

Jun Changye squeezed back hard, and seeing that Yue Qingchen had shifted his gaze to the top of the divine room, he looked straight ahead, and at the same time calculated in his heart, trying to completely seal off any retreat that Zhaoya might find in the future .

In fact, before the other party entered this divine room, they should have retreated to the stone passage, and then sealed the entrance, only waiting for the sacrificial plate to be activated again, forcing Zhao Ya's spirit out of Xiao Ziyuan's body.

But just before Yue Qingchen entered the stone path, he saw a small bronze mirror with a handle embedded on the roof of this god room, which happened to reflect the light from inside the door, bright enough to shake Flower eyes.

If nothing else, it should be Sanshijing.Because the last time I came, the sacrificial plate was not opened, and there was no light in the sacrificial room, so even Jun Changye didn't find out that there was a mirror hidden on it.

Yue Qingchen only glanced at it, then lowered his eyes again, and roughly estimated who was closer to the mirror, himself or Zhaoya.However, at this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw that Leng Beixiao was about to lean out from the stone path, and Yue Qingchen waved slightly at him, motioning him to look at the mirror as well.

Yue Qingchen himself is about the same distance from Zhaoya, if the action is too big to attract attention, it is difficult to guarantee to get it before the opponent.And Leng Beixiao was hidden in the stone path, and the long whip came out of nowhere, which happened to come in handy.

Although the demon king felt aggrieved and wanted to fight a big fight, he also knew that the overall situation was the most important. After understanding what Yue Qingchen meant, he quickly nodded.But just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard a chuckle. As soon as the laughter fell, Leng Beixiao felt his wrist froze, unable to move at all, and the long whip fell directly to the ground.

"Little demon, you don't need to hide." Zhao Ya still looked at Yue Qingchen, the smile on his lips deepened, "Whatever the god wants, just tell me directly."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand towards the roof of the room, and the bronze mirror fell down, and it was about to fly into Zhao Ya's hand.

The man said calmly, "Do you want the Mirror of Three Worlds? Come and get it."

Jun Changye sneered coldly: "He wants you to die!"

Liepo came out of his hands with a mighty momentum, but within half a breath, he was approaching, and he was about to slash at Zhaoya who was close at hand.

The latter pushed Qu Lanshan back, then calmly raised his hand, and countered it with majestic divine power, but the two of them stepped back three steps at the same time, and neither of them got half of the benefit from the other.

At the same time, Zhao Ya raised his hand, about to grasp the bronze mirror that was approaching.

However, at the next moment, it was empty.

That mirror, gone.

"Wang Shujun! Continue!" Leng Beixiao yelled violently, and threw the bronze mirror that had just been wrapped up in the long whip towards Yue Qingchen.The latter put it in his arms, then took a step back, forcefully opened the half-closed door behind him, and said briefly but hastily:

"Long night, retreat!"

Jun Changye retreated to his side in response, Yue Qingchen didn't care about anything else, first pushed him into the stone path, then retreated himself, and finally Leng Beixiao.After the three of them came in, they closed the stone door at the entrance completely. Leng Beixiao blocked the door first, his eyes were full of determination and violence, as if saying that if the sacrificial plate didn't work, he was going to talk to the outside It was as if the guy had died together.

Outside the stone path, there is an overwhelming flood of light rushing out from the door, shooting directly at Zhaoya, and in the air, something is falling apart.

He subconsciously raised his sleeve to block his sight, but immediately realized that it was useless, so he put down his hand and said in a low voice, "Heaven."

Through the dazzling blue light, Zhao Ya could see that at the end, Luo Mingchuan's eyes were still open, with a slight mockery in them, as if it was in response to what he said earlier——

"I want to watch Zhaoya's destruction with my own eyes."

"Mr. Luo," the man sighed softly, not regrettable, just sighed, "You said you were dead, who would miss you?"

No one has responded.

After a long while, the outside world returned to silence, only the low sobbing of the woman was heard.

When Yue Qingchen walked out, he saw Xiao Ziyuan lying on the ground, and his own soul in his body obviously hadn't awakened yet.And Qu Lanshan was half-kneeling beside him, when she saw Yue Qingchen coming, she raised her head, her voice was tired and hoarse.

"Wang Shu Jun," she said, "that person said that he will be in the heaven, waiting for you to take the initiative to find him."