chronicle of court survival

Not an army.

"It was you."

Xia Qing paled and said something very softly.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. His physical strength had already been exhausted, and he lost his strength after taking two steps. He knelt down in embarrassment and supported the ground with his sword.

The black hair fell to the ground, blending with the man's white hair, strangely and harmoniously in the pool of blood.

boom--

The wall behind the temple also collapsed completely, bringing the ground down.

reveal the abyss at the end of the sea.Behind the shrine is the Demon Abyss Ten Thousand Tombs, pitch black, swallowing up all the light.

Xia Qing didn't know what to say.

He came here in a bloody storm from the sea of ​​corpses, and until now, there is only confusion in his eyes.

The shrine is about to collapse.

This place is about to be wiped out.

But Penglai is gone too.

God's eyes are cold and indifferent.

The ground was torn apart, the sea water began to flow backwards, and the world was turned upside down.The aurora erupted from the deep sea, crackling, and cracks spread to God's feet.

Moyuan seemed to have a huge mouth to swallow him.

At this moment, Xia Qing heard a soft laugh.Distant, sarcastic, mocking.

Xia Qing raised his head with confused eyes, facing Shangshen's half-curved lips and indifferent eyes.

A strange sadness welled up in his heart, and he said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."

It's just that after he finished speaking, the last piece of ground fell suddenly, and he fell into the abyss with fascination.

The silver-haired boy slowly closed his eyes with a cold expression.He was restrained by the formation formed by the spirit of Penglai, unable to resist, he could only watch himself being drawn out, his bones dismantled, and his strength taken away, and he stayed alone in this lonely temple waiting to die.

"No, wait a minute—!"

At the same time as the ground was shattered, Xia Qing's mind seemed to be shattered as well.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to grab him, but the meridian in his left hand had been severed, completely useless, and he couldn't move it.

The only thing that can move is——

Boom!The sky wall of the temple collapsed, and corals, shells, and night pearls fell to the ground.

Xia Qing froze in place, at the last moment when the boy was about to fall, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and let go, and put down his sword.

The moment Ananda's sword fell to the ground.The voice is crisp and sweet, as if it came from outside the world, dispelling all the chaos and noise of the world.

He leaned forward, and among the ruins, held his bloody hand.Unexpectedly, the next moment, the ground beneath him also cracked.

He did not save him, but fell into the abyss with him.

Firefly spark dust floats around, and at the bottom of the abyss are bone graves and endless lingwei flowers.

Xia Qing's last memory is the cold hand clasped with his fingers and a quiet gaze in the dark.

Doubtful, ignorant.

No emotion, no love or hate, maybe just curious, maybe just don't understand.

Lingwei flower is gentle and sad, blooming in the abyss.

His consciousness was fuzzy, and he saw the faint blue light around him getting stronger and stronger.

One after another, the Lingwei flowers floated up, and at the same time, a huge sound shook the ears.

He saw the sea water diverge, and the bones accumulated for thousands of years continued to rise, rushing out of the trench and out of the sea.

They form a wall.

——It cut off the homecoming of the Merman clan for a hundred years.