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The dark cloud-covered sky seemed to be brewing a big storm, several thunderclaps resounded through the earth, shaking people's hearts, and the cold wind rolled up the dust, causing it to rise high and fall low.

In the center of the execution platform, Shang Zhuo was facing the crowd, tied to a cross, with long silver hair hanging down, his face could not be seen clearly.

Xia Li came to the execution ground in person. He sat in the center of the high platform not far behind the execution platform, and Song Ange was behind him.

This execution platform was carefully designed by Song Ange, and there was a secret room underground, and at this time, the other four sacrifices and Qi Wuli were inside.On the floor of the secret room is the engraved array map, Shang Zhuo, Qi Rui, Feng Pan, Qian Qiusuo and Mo Siyu are set in five different positions of the array map, and Qi Wuli is in the center of the array map.

When the execution order is issued, the people in the secret room will stab the hearts of the other four sacrifices with daggers at the same time, and the blood will gather in the center along the formation, and this formation will be connected with the blood formation, and the formation of the resurrected demon king will be completed. turned on.

Shang Zhuo turned his back to Xia Li, he couldn't see him and didn't want to see him, although he was willing to do anything for him, but his heart is not dead, it will hurt after all, Shang Zhuo is not a stone, he will always be tired and complain.

Xia Yan kept frowning, he looked up at the sky, seeing the gray sky, unable to tell the time.After struggling for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything else you want to say?" His tone was so soft, as if he was whispering to someone close to him.

After talking with Wei Liuqing that day, Shang Zhuo had a bold guess in his heart, he thought that maybe Xia Zan didn't have no affection for him at all, but that affection was too light, not comparable to Jiangshan Wanli.

Shang Zhuo chuckled lightly, raised his head and exhaled, and said, "Xia Lan, all the tenderness you gave me is dear to me, but it is just a means to you. My deep affection has finally been paid for. From now on, you will enjoy you." I will go to my underworld and never meet again"

Suddenly, Xia Li's mind went blank, the blood in his heart hurt like a countercurrent, and his whole body froze.

At this time, a father-in-law waiting beside Xia Li shouted "execution" in a shrill voice.

A soldier held Wu Sheng up to the execution platform with both hands, he held Wu Sheng and stabbed into Shang Zhuo's heart, the blood dripped drop by drop to the ground and seeped into the ground.

In sight, Shang Zhuo lowered his head heavily, and never raised his head again.

Xia Li seemed to lose control of his body, and stumbled towards the execution platform, ignoring everyone's astonished eyes, pulled out the Wusheng sword that pierced Shang Zhuo's heart, and cut off the chains that bound Shang Zhuo's hands with it.

Xia Li catches the fallen Shang Zhuo and holds him tightly in his arms.

Shang Zhuo's last words were imprinted on Xia Li's heart word by word, as if they were engraved with a knife.The person who only had himself in his eyes left him like this, never to be seen again, this time really never to be seen again.

The cold body in his arms seemed to remind him all the time, and it still made him feel bitingly cold through his clothes.

The moment the person in his arms closed his eyes, Xia Ran felt that the country and the world were not important anymore, he just wanted to see those persistent red eyes again, even if it cost him his life.

I don't know if the sky is also crying, the sky began to drizzle, and the drops of rain hit Shang Zhuo's face as if it was wiping away the dirt on his face, or moistening his dry lips.

In the gray sky, without a single ray of sunlight, it made Shang Zhuo's face even paler.

All of a sudden, a violent storm blew up, thunder continued, and the drizzle turned into sharp knives cutting people's flesh.A red thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed on the crowd in front of the execution platform, causing people to flee one after another.

Thunder fell, the ground collapsed, and everything in the secret room appeared.

The red thunder fell on Qi Wuli's body, three souls and seven souls were pulled away, Qi Wuli woke up in pain, passed out, woke up again, repeatedly, except for the unbearable pain of ordinary people, he could no longer feel less than others.

On the high platform behind the execution platform, a group of men in black appeared in front of Wei Liuqing and said, "My lord, this place is dangerous, please leave with us"

Wei Liuqing glanced at Song Ange, he knew that these people were arranged by Song Ange.Since he didn't want him to stay here, he didn't want to stay here, Wei Liuqing followed the men in black very readily and left.

On the execution platform, Xia Yan didn't seem to feel what was happening around him at all, he just hugged Shang Zhuo quietly.But for some reason, Shang Zhuo's body began to gradually disappear and turn into ashes.

Xia Yan used his sleeves to throw the ashes into his arms, and hugged him tightly. Looking at the ashes that were about to be blown away by the wind, he stretched out his hands to protect more, and he didn't want the wind to blow away the ashes he was protecting. into the air.

He is like a child whose beloved toy has been robbed by others, following the trend to grab the remaining ashes, holding it tightly in the palm of his hand.But I found that the more I clenched my hands, the faster the ashes would disappear.

Xia Yan has never been so desperate, as if everything in the world has lost its color, only a smear of ashes remains, but it can't stay.Tears had already flowed all over his face, and he was choked with sobs, unable to cry out.

All the soldiers were also dumbfounded, and finally came back to their senses. They stood in front of Xia Lan one after another, and some wanted him to get up and leave this dangerous place.But Xia Liren and the others refused to get up.

Reluctantly, several soldiers said "Your Majesty, I have offended you" and lifted Xia Li out of the dangerous place and sent him back to the palace.Along the way, Xia Li looked at his empty hands and wept silently.

The people who were in a mess just now have all retreated and left, only Song Ange is left smiling at the startled Hong Lei.Shi Ji took Qi Wangqing to find the place where the thunder fell, and came here.

Song Ange had already expected that Mingjun would come, so he was not surprised. He said, "Once this formation is activated, no one can stop it, not even Mingjun."

Shiji didn't believe in Song Ange's evil, so he slashed at the red barrier covering the entire array with his sword, but was bounced back.He glanced at Song Ange, mustered all his strength and struck again, but was still bounced back by a huge force.

Qi Wangqing stood on the sidelines, really looking like an audience who is eating melon seeds.When I was bored, I pulled out the fan from my waist and fanned it in the direction of the wind.

Qi Wangqing is waiting for when this false and incomplete formation will stop.

In just a split second, the red thunder suddenly disappeared, the sky was clear and cloudless, and all the storms stopped. If there were not traces of natural disasters on the ground, it really made people feel that everything just now was a dream.

Song Ange was shocked, and murmured, "How could this happen? It's impossible"

Qi Wangqing walked over fanning the paper fan and asked, "Do you know why you failed?"

Song Ange froze for a moment, then looked at Qi Wangqing.

Qi Wangqing asked and answered, "Because Qi Wuli is not a psychic at all, he is just a counterfeit."

Song Ange's eyes tightened, and he stretched out his hand to grab Qi Wangqing's neck, but was stopped by Shiji.In desperation, Shi Ji grabbed Song Ange's outstretched arm and twisted it hard.

Song Ange's screams were accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. Song Ange clutched his twisted right arm, stepped back a few steps, and stared at Shiji.

Song Ange turned his gaze to Qi Wangqing, and said viciously, "It's you?"

Qi Wangqing whispered, "Young master did it. If you have the ability, come and beat me."

Song Ange had waited 8000 years for this day, and these 8000 years had exhausted all he had, and he had no time to do it all over again, so naturally he hated Qi Wangqing so much that he gritted his teeth.

Since there was no hope, he would fight. Song Ange, with a desperate attitude, took up his saber and stabbed at Qi Wangqing.

Shiji and Song Ange were entangled together, but it was a pity that Song Ange's body was on the verge of collapse, and he was no match for Shiji who was still in its heyday.

After a few moves, he was defeated, and Shiji was also merciless, piercing Song Ange's chest with a sword.Then Shiji picked up Qi Wangqing and left, not paying attention to Qi Wuli who had lost his soul and became stupid.

His vision gradually became blurred, and his body temperature lost bit by bit. Song Ange knew that he was going to die.

He was unwilling, unwilling to die like this.He has not fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and has not resurrected the king.But all of these disappeared in his mind bit by bit, leaving only a innocent smile of a young man in the blank.

He sneered, but the wound hurt, as if the place under the wound was also hurting.Song Ange couldn't figure out whether the wound was hurting, the heart was hurting, or both.

Suddenly, a corner of blue clothes appeared in the hazy line of sight.Song Ange felt that it was good to die like this, at least seeing him in the end, but felt that it was not enough, and wanted to see him again.It's ridiculous, rejecting him so flatly at the beginning, and now wanting to see him so much when he's dying.

Song Ange exhausted a lot of strength and asked, "Why are you back?"

Wei Liuqing said, "I was afraid that no one would collect your body, so I came here."

Song Ange raised his hand with the last of his strength, trying to touch Wei Liuqing's face, but Wei Liuqing avoided it.The weak hand fell, and the pain in the heart pressed over the wound. Song Ange closed his eyes in pain, and never opened them again.

Perhaps it was because of practicing the magic way, Song Ange's body turned into ashes after death like a demon, and floated far away.

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The extra episode will continue to tell the stories between Song Ange*Wei Liuqing, Shang Zhuo*Xia Li, Li Xin*Qi Wuli