"Ji Ziming, you have been proud all your life. Do you think you are still the noble god? No, you are not. If you lose, you will lose completely. You will eventually have to spend this life in regret."

"You won this battle, but you lost your own life. You should live hard in this long and long time."

"Shut up!"

In the storm, the woman held her son who had lost her breath of life, and the sad voice resounded throughout the world.

A sword energy spread across the void and poured into thousands of miles. Ji Ye and Krence turned into powder and disappeared into this world, but Ji Ye's proud laughter stirred deep in Ji Ziming's mind.

Cale was in the distance and sighed in the black fog.

Yamachi Snake Ji frowned slightly, clenched her fists, and fell into silence.

"What a pity, it's a pity that the boss has given me seems unnecessary," Caleb's body turned into a black mist and disappeared between the world. The sound rang in the air, "It's time for Yamachi Snake to leave.

Now.”

"Is it really dead like this?" Red hair flew in the air, and Yamachi Snake Ji looked at the back of the mother and son in the snow world in confusion.

"I thought..." Yakihiko exhaled tremblingly, "Forget it."

After the words came, Yamachi Snake Ji also disappeared from this world.

At this moment, a embarrassed figure ran over below. When he saw Luo Feng, whose life breath was exhausted in the distance, the woman cried sadly.

She was about to rush forward, but was pressed to the ground by Hawkeye behind her.

"Sister, you can't go over. Now Ji Ziming's emotions are out of control. It is filled with the aura of a martial artist in the Xuan Realm. If you go, you will be strangled in an instant."

"Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you..."

Leng Qianlong's crying vibrated the world and heartbreakingly.

"Ji Ziming!" Leng Qianlong's eyes were bloody, "Are you satisfied with this ending? This is the ending you want, right?"

"Why did Xiaofeng suffer so much? Didn't he just want to prove him to you? Look at now, you open your self-righteous eyes and look carefully. What did Xiaofeng get?"

"Do you think you are protecting him? In the end, you killed him. You are the murderer. Why is it not you who died, but I, Xiaofeng?"

"Wudao, my child, my mother is wrong, my mother is wrong," Ji Ziming, with white hair flying, hugging the cold corpse, lost his soul, "You will not die, I have become a martial artist in the Xuan Realm, now my mother can protect her

You are here, don’t die, what should I do if you die?"

"Ji Ziming, you are so cruel, why are you so cruel?"

The two women's voices were stirring in the world.

"Wudao, we... are back home," Ji Ziming slowly picked up his son's body, and the cold air under his feet turned into a storm and swept across the world. He suddenly ran in the air and disappeared between this world.

Eagle Eye frowned, "Walking in the air, borrowing the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, it seems that Ji Ziming is really a martial artist in the Xuan Realm."

The sky is filled with heavy snow, and despair and sadness fill every corner.

Late at night in China.

Bai Family Mansion.

A mad scream of Bai Frost Phoenix broke the tranquility.

"Nonsense, you lied to me, Leng Qianlong, you are lied to me. Xiaofeng will not die. How could he die? I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

In the Baicaotang of the imperial capital, Murong Xiaoxiao rushed out of the hall in a staggering manner, burst into the underground parking lot crying loudly.

At this time, Shen Wan'er called, and Murong Xiaoxiao was driving at the highway and burst into tears but ignored it. Murong Xiaoxiao cried like a child in the carriage.

One hour later...

The cemetery of the old Tianshi in Longhu Mountain.

A thin back was smoking a dry tobacco, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Old madman, you... are mourning and follow the changes," said the disciple of Longhu Mountain who was rumoring to the side of him crying.

"Old madman, please say something, don't scare us."

"You go, I want to be quiet for a while," the old madman's facial features were buried deep in the shadows, his voice weak and tired.

Several Longhu Mountain children looked at each other and left the road below the mountain.

Before I could walk a few steps, I heard the crying of an old man from the mountain.

The Tianshi Mansion also soon received the news that Luo Feng had fallen to the Northern Region.

Mr. Yang was silent when he learned the news. Secretary Li sighed, "Do you need to tell Li Qingshan and the others about this news?"

Mr. Yang slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "Tell them, they have the right to know."

"What should I say then?"

Mr. Yang was silent for a long time, "Just say... Luo Feng is gone."

At this time, Gu Xuenian cried and screamed.

When she got the first news of Luo Feng's death, she was a news that rejected Luo Feng's death.

She would not believe that her little summit would die, she would go and see it in person.

......

The next morning.

News about the extreme cold storm last night spread completely in the streets and alleys of Beiyu.

Ji Ziming broke through the shackles and became the first supreme powerhouse in the new era. The pain of losing her son made her fall into madness. She took her son's body and killed her all the way to the Miller family. In the early morning, the entire Miller family headquarters

All the family was destroyed, and blood flowed into a river, just like purgatory on earth.

After that, Ji Ziming took his son's body back to the Ji family headquarters, and created a snowy world with his terrible cultivation, refusing anyone to set foot here.

Alia, who received the news, came to the periphery of Ji's house. When she saw the wall of ice and snow rising from the ground, her legs collapsed and almost fainted.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," Alia's eyes red. "If I hadn't told Luo Feng this, he wouldn't have gone. I'd killed him."

"Hey, maybe this is the fate of the Ji family. Ji Wudao's fall made Ji Ziming become a Xuan Realm warrior," Michelle felt deeply regretful of Luo Feng's fall.

Grace, the head of the Claire family who rushed over to hear the news came forward and said in shock, "Is the news true?"

Michelle nodded, "It's true, Ji Xuanyi has become a martial artist in the Xuan Realm. It was Ji Ziming who was killed last night."

"Miller is shooting himself in the foot. Fortunately, my Claire family did not participate in this unforgettable disaster, otherwise our clan would have to be the same as the Miller clan."

"In other words, that Ji Wudao was really dead?" Grace came back to his senses and asked.

Michelle nodded, "Diet, he used his bloodline origin as energy to give Ji Ziming all the breakthrough of the Xuan Realm. Unfortunately, such talent fell, otherwise his future potential would be unimaginable."

Gracexu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the sad Alia, and said unhappily, "Brother Michelle, the boy who followed the girl that day must be Ji Wudao, right?"

Michelle nodded.

"No wonder," Grace was secretly shocked. No wonder the people he sent out had not come back since that day.

Fortunately, he didn't come back, otherwise he would have to bear Ji Ziming's endless anger now.

"Let's go, the Ji family won this battle," Michelle shook her head sadly and took Alia away.
Chapter completed!