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hatred?How to hate?Hate that fate connects you to him and leaves me hopeless?I still hate God's will to trick people, and what I can't get will eventually be destroyed.

He let the tears come out of his eyes, weeping in a suppressed voice, Yun Chuxiao and Murong Xuan helped him untie the acupoints, he was a little dazed for a while, and asked:

"What exactly is going on?"

"Hurry up, hurry up and stop him, he wants to forcibly crack the Heavenly Tribulation Formation." Mu Cunfeng was on the verge of collapse.

"What! This..." Yun Chuxiao turned pale in shock, grabbed Mu Cunfeng's shoulder, and burned everything inside, "Why!"

"He wants to save that demon fox!"

"That's too late......"

Murong Xuan suddenly became depressed and said: "That is... a dragon scale sword that can rival the speed of the Nine Heavens Dragon..."

"No! I don't care! Modesty! Didn't you say that my Wind Chasing Sword is also very powerful? Let's go!"

Yun Chuxiao hurriedly jumped onto the Wind Chasing Sword that Murong Yu made for him and chased after him.

"Yunxuan! Wait for me!"

Murong Xuan yelled, and said to Murong Feng before leaving:

"Master Mu, are you not going?"

Mu Cunfeng glanced at Mu's pursuers who had been waiting not far away, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Take care." After Murong Xuan finished speaking, she also disappeared into the rain and mist.

"Young master, I have offended you! The patriarch has ordered you to go back." One of the Mu clan said humanely.Said "please", but took out a pair of chains.

Lifting the seal of the Fuyao Tower and causing all the monsters to flee cannot be escaped. His father is really unselfish. Mu Cunfeng knew that he could not escape the blame, and the wry smile on his lips became more intense.

There was a roar of thunder at this moment, but Mu Cunfeng's bitter expression suddenly turned into complacency.

Gong Loujue forced him to commit a serious crime. He would only face a punishment when he went back, and Gong Loujue might die this time.

"Ha ha ha ha........."

Dragging the heavy chain, Mu Cunfeng laughed and walked away.

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The wind whistled in my ears, the cold raindrops hit my face, Ling Mochen flew at a high speed with his sword, the sky became darker as he went forward, and the thunder roared more and more violently, one by one, as if hitting his heart, every time he went forward Further, the heart trembled and ached, one by one, layer after layer, like scars overlapping and overlapping until numb.

Desperately rushing to the Sunset Forest, the Heavenly Tribulation Formation in front of them has turned a piece of land with a radius of ten miles into scorched earth, thunder and lightning raged on it, thick smoke billowed, the earth trembled, and the vegetation turned into black charcoal, which could not be melted away The hot air and bloody air enveloped Ling Mochen.

He looked in hard, through the smoke, through the rain, a blood-colored figure pierced into his eyes, straight into his heart.

"Lou Jue!"

Ling Mochen called out hoarsely, but his trembling voice was overshadowed by a thunderclap. He suddenly remembered that his master had given him a carry-on bag, and he opened it quickly, and there was a "life isolation cover" inside.

The "life-separation shield" is formed by spiritual power, and people with cultivation bases can only tie one in their lifetime, and those who are not over half a hundred years old can't tie it.This thing can just save the person who sheltered from a catastrophe.

"Master, I'm sorry."

Gong Loujue is the leader of the demon world, but he wants to save Gong Loujue with the life-proof mask that his master gave him. This action is undoubtedly against the original intention of his master, but he has no choice at this moment.

Putting a life shield to block the bombardment of thunder and lightning, Ling Mochen rushed into the formation, and went straight to Gong Loujue, and found him sitting motionless on the ground, his black hair faded to silver, and his white clothes had long since disappeared. Drenched in blood, beside him was the Han Xiao Sword that was already covered in cracks.

Ling Mochen's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes fell behind Gong Loujue. Isn't it... shouldn't there be six fox tails?But in front of him, there was only one fox tail hanging alone behind Gong Loujue. He hugged Gong Loujue in disbelief, suppressing a cry of grief.

"Heng...Heng Zhi..."

Gong Loujue couldn't bear to speak all the time, because once he spoke, the last spiritual power stored in his body would be lost, but he still couldn't help calling him to confirm that he had really returned to him.

Blood spilled from the corners of his lips recklessly, falling drop by drop on the scorched and slightly hot ground, more intense blood flowed from his nose, Ling Mochen couldn't even hold the sword in his trembling hand, he just wiped the palace floor Jue The blood on his lips, had just been wiped away and then poured out again, until a large part of his sleeve robe was stained red.

Gong Loujue held Ling Mochen's hand, stopped his movements, and said:

"It's useless..." Tears rolled down his pale face, his pale gold eyes suddenly filled with determination, "Hengzhi, let go."

A thunderous sound filled his ears, and Gong Loujue's "let go" made Ling Mochen's already numb heart tighten, and he stared blankly at Gong Loujue, "You said... .What?"

Gong Loujue sighed, "If I die, you will be able to completely get rid of the demon puppet mark, and if I die, you will still be able to earn the status of a respected teacher in the world of eliminating demons."

Ling Mochen remained silent and let him continue talking.

"I just regard you as a plaything. I have never been sincere, nor have I used affection. Now that things have happened, you can take it as the end of being a plaything."

"Let's go, I don't want to see you again."

Ling Mochen smiled wryly, and brushed Gong Loujue's messy hair behind her ears, "Do you think you can still push me away by saying this now?"

Although the birth barrier can stop a catastrophe, it can only last for an hour. Moreover, this is a catastrophe formation that is more cruel than the catastrophe. If you don't kill people, you will never stop.

This Heavenly Tribulation Formation was donated with Gong Loujue's blood, even if Gong Loujue was taken out of the formation, he would not be able to escape the disaster.

But Ling Mochen broke into this formation, and forcibly connected with Gong Loujue's fate.

Ling Mochen naturally knew that what Gong Loujue said was to keep him away from danger.

"Hengzhi! You... um..."

Ling Mochen seemed to have exhausted all his strength to kiss Gong Loujue, kissing all the blood in his mouth. After the kiss, he held up Gong Loujue's face and said the sentence he wanted to explain most, saying:

"Lou Jue, I didn't intend to seriously injure you, and I never thought of killing you."

"What are you going to do?" Gong Loujue opened his eyes wide, his heart was in a state of confusion, and he grabbed Ling Mochen's arm with trembling hands. The fear in his heart flooded layer by layer, as if putting him in a torrent, and his breathing became tense. More and more disordered.

"Lou Jue..." Ling Mochen called out deeply, hugged his trembling body tightly, raised his eyes to look at the cracked spirit barrier, stretched out his hand, and quickly cast a fixation spell on him Gong Loujue's whole body went limp, and before he could react, he kissed the blood-stained lips violently.

"Um......"