Refinement, masculinity

The sudden change made countless people present stare wide-eyed. At that moment, everything seemed to be silent. The time stretched infinitely, and even the surrounding air froze. People stood stiffly in place, holding their breath together.

Meng Ling's speed was so fast that people couldn't catch up at all, Duan Cheng used all his strength to no avail, he saw his wife getting closer to Shimen, his eyes were red, and he cried out in despair: "No—! !!"

Ren Xiao, Meng Xiaodong, and Ye Jue were standing on that route because they participated in the formation. They flew up into the sky to stop Meng Ling, but there seemed to be something like a barrier on Meng Ling's body. Before his hand touched him, he was knocked back by a huge and domineering aura, and he flew backwards and fell into the crowd.

Mozun and Ye Leng were nearby to help stop the powerful enemy. They had already forced the opponent into the Beihan Void after the signal was sent out. Seeing this, they all rushed over, their pupils constricted violently.

They... can't keep up.

This incident came down quickly and without warning when they didn't expect it, making people caught off guard and helpless.

The four elders in the crowd stared at this scene, and their eyes were already red. Since they returned to the sect last time, they knew that there would be such a result, but they still couldn't accept it when things came to an end. If possible, each of them would He wanted to jump in instead of Meng Ling, but Zhulong's blood was on him, and no one could stop it.

They also finally understood the feelings of the seniors who would rather run out of spiritual energy to save Qingyao, because even they were thinking about how to save people afterwards. Uncontrollable pity, this person is the same as Qingyao, with the same outstanding talent, the same peerless elegance, his life has just started, and he should not be buried behind the cold stone gate forever, this is too cruel and heartbreaking.

The heads of the three sects looked painful, and had to face the same tragedy as their predecessors more than 3000 years ago. The difference is that they were more uncomfortable, because the predecessors only discovered this after Qingyao finished taking the dragon's blood. At that time, there was no room for maneuver. In order to ensure a smooth formation, they could only hide it from the truth, and they knew the truth early on, and they had already drawn lots to choose the person who would die. But when the matter came to an end, the four The elder told them that Meng Ling had finished taking blood, which was like a blow to them.

The head of Yizong closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it. Since the Qingyao sacrifice formation, everyone has entered into a misunderstanding, thinking that the seal needs a living blood sacrifice, but this is not the case. What this formation really needs is only dragons. Blood does not need flesh at all.

He didn't lie to Duan Cheng, the blood will indeed come out automatically, when the other four halos are in place, the array and the dragon's blood will start to attract each other, and the huge force will make them fuse together, but there is one thing he didn't say, that is the candle dragon's blood. The breath is too strong, and they don't have any ability to take its blood out of the human body, which means that the blood will fly to the formation with people, and then the gravitational force between them will break away from the body and enter the groove, completing the final step.

So neither Qingyao nor Meng Ling jumped voluntarily, and they were caught off guard and at a loss just like the people around them. However, as vessels carrying the dragon's blood, they could feel the pull first, and they knew this better than anyone else. How big is the force, and understand that once it starts, it will form an enchantment around it. If others get too close, it will also be affected. The only thing they can do is to push away the people around them. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, It was as if they jumped in on their own initiative.

This matter is a secret of the three major sects, and only the head of the sect knows it well. They have already determined the candidates after they learned that they will re-arrange. One of the fragments of the Pangu ax happened to be sealed in the Demon Realm. At that time, Meng Ling was going to Beiming. After they agreed to get it back, they wanted him to be responsible for leading the way after the completion of the work. An embarrassing situation that lasted for more than 3000 years.

But who would have expected that one of the only two fragments of the Pangu ax so precious in the world would be sealed in Meng Ling's body, let alone that he happened to possess the breath of water, fire and dragon, so without their knowing, , Meng Ling and others turned to Zhangwei Mountain on the way, which led to the current situation.

When the four elders finished narrating the story, they were all silent. Seeing this, the elders knew there was something wrong, so they hurriedly asked, and they told the truth. No one in the secret room opened their mouths. After the suffocating silence, the elders proposed to take the dragon's blood again. , They shook their heads and said it was too late. Candle Dragon is a god imagined by people, and does not exist in this world. When it is summoned to appear, it will take a hundred years to appear for the second time.

The four elders were even more silent, saying what to do, they were speechless, what can they do?If you give up at this point and don't repair the formation, according to the expansion speed of the rift in the North Cold Void, a hundred years is enough for the seal to be broken, and then all the demons will rush out. Unless they are slaughtered, the human world will be severely damaged.

But how easy is it to kill them all?The power of the demons is inherent, comparable to that of the gods. If the more than 8000 demons were really so easy to deal with, they wouldn't have bothered to seal them back then. Therefore, there can be no mistakes in the formation this time, and they can only hide it. .

The last time their seniors and elders looked up the ancient books, it was too late, but this time they knew it, but it was still a step too late, causing the young master of the Demon Race to sacrifice his life, so in order to prevent their relationship with the Demon Race from continuing to deteriorate, , he had no choice but to bring Wen Tian to the door, hoping to minimize possible conflicts in the future, but Ye Ao saw through it as a matter of course.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and in just half a second, the head of a sect suddenly thought of Ye Ao, opened his eyes suddenly, and hurriedly looked over, the sect told the truth after the Qingyao ceremony However, Qingyao probably had an epiphany before his death, and told Ye Ao not to trouble them, otherwise, facing the tyrannical Demon Lord, no one from the sect would be able to leave alive that day, but this is not The point, the point is that Ye Ao knows the truth!

The head of the sect looked at him closely, this man knew that the person who took the dragon's blood would die, why didn't he say anything?

Ye Ao was standing under the stone wall looking at Duan Cheng, his eyes were deep, the scene in front of him seemed to bring him back to that day more than 3000 years ago, he will never forget it, he was the same at that time Grief and despair, as if wishing to die with him.

He raised his head. Meng Ling's speed was very fast, and he was close to the stone formation in half a second. He squinted his eyes slightly, and quickly jumped up to catch him, pressing hard against his back.

The three masters couldn't believe it, Meng Ling had a barrier all over his body, Ye Ao shouldn't be able to touch him, but what's going on?The head of Yizong's heart moved, and his face changed slightly. Could it be that Ye Ao also had fragments of the Pan Gu ax on his body?What does he want to do?Can this save Meng Ling?

Meng Ling's distress was unbearable, and he kept his eyes closed and refused to look at Duan Cheng and his family, otherwise he would collapse uncontrollably. He was unwilling and even more reluctant, but he knew that any struggle would be useless, and he had to wait for death. When he was caught, he hurriedly opened his eyes and swept to the corner of his clothes: "...Second Master?"

"Don't talk." Ye Ao pressed against him, quickly tore a hole in his clothes with the other hand, let the palm directly stick to his skin, and waited for the dragon's blood to enter his body. He took it while he was away. The fragments of the Pangu axe went to the undead to ask for two dragon breaths. His current body can fully withstand the aura of the candle dragon.

The dragon blood is flying forward with the utensil at this moment. It has been trying to make itself the closest to the groove, but now it suddenly finds that there is still a path, so it quickly rushes over.

Meng Ling only felt that his meridians were crushed, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood in pain, and fell down.

Duan Cheng caught him in time and fell to the ground together with him. Regardless of the injuries on his body, he held him tightly in his arms and buried his head in his neck, like a wounded beast, howling and tremblingly crying .

"Duan Cheng..." Meng Ling's face was pale, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, he could no longer exert any strength, but he still stubbornly wanted to hug him, his voice was choked with sobs: "Duan Cheng... "

Duan Cheng wanted to melt him into his body, and grabbed his hand so hard that his fingertips turned white. Meng Ling didn't seem to feel any pain, and let him hold him. Roar: "Boss—!"

He tried his best to raise his head, trying to look over, Duan Cheng pulled his mind back a little, adjusted his posture and looked up with him, and saw Ye Ao had already reached the center of the formation, floating in mid-air, quietly looking at the white hard shell, Ming Chi and others People kept bombarding the enchantment around him, trying to hold him back, but all to no avail, instead they sent themselves flying backwards.

Reluctantly, they got up and wanted to continue, but they suddenly stopped and were rigidly nailed to the spot.

The white hard shell quickly turned transparent and disappeared in just two seconds, revealing the Qingyao inside. After more than 3000 years, his body has not rotted, and his body is intact as if he fell asleep.

Qingyao is different from Wen Tian, ​​Wen Tian's beauty is gentle, while Qingyao's is radiant, even with his eyes closed, he can make people feel a stunning vigor.

Ye Ao could see clearly that the man who had always been aloof, burst into tears instantly, rushed over to hug his cold body tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, we... will never be separated again gone."

He had experienced that kind of torture when he carried the dragon's blood just now, but now he was in the formation, and felt that the dragon's blood was leaving a little bit, but there was no pain at all. He couldn't help touching Qingyao's hair, his eyes were soft, it's good, this shows You died without that guilt.

Everyone held their breath, and all looked at this scene, witnessing the hug and reunion after more than 3000 years. In the next second, the white hard shell was rebuilt at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, tightly blocking people's sight.

The huge deep purple seal was suspended in the air in an instant, the illusion wall rose from the ground, a heavy squeak sounded loudly, and the stone gate began to slowly close.

Wen Tian let out an "ah", stretched out his hand in a daze to touch the warm liquid on his cheeks, and found that tears were streaming down his face at some point.

Quewu turned his head: "Little Tian?"

Wen Tian looked at him with a dazed expression, but tears kept pouring out, densely packed, gradually soaking his entire face.

——It turns out that even though it has become like this now, even if it is no longer the person it used to be, when I saw Ye Ao die with my own eyes, a boundless and almost suffocating grief could not help coming from the depths of my soul... and despair.

Quewu's eyes darkened, he pulled him into his arms, and comforted him softly: "Good boy, it's okay."

"……Oh."