On the square sacrificial platform, the Xinyue Fox's wrist was tied with spider silk and tied to the stone pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes on both sides, and was not allowed to leave. Although in a desperate situation, the Xinyue Fox had a smile on his face and watched the rise and fall of the tides in the South China Sea and the rolling clouds. Even though his expression was extremely haggard, it did not hide her peerless charm.

Every time many monks from the Southern League see the weak figure on the altar, they will scold the demon clan in their hearts for wasting their resources! Such a beauty should be hidden in the deep boudoir and love her sweetly. How can she be a sacrifice for burning the piano and boiling the crane?

However, under the power of the demon clan, no one dared to question it.

On the huge sacrificial rooftop, there was only one person independent, but it was like a slap in the face, making them look dull.

On this day, the sky was clear and someone finally climbed the lonely sacrifice platform. The person who came was also a woman, a beautiful woman who was no less than the heart moon fox.

Kong Feishuang.

Kong Feishuang's outfit this time was very different! She wore a phoenix crown on her head and was wearing a five-color dress. The tail of the dress was slid on the smooth stone surface, making a slight rustling sound.

Kong Feishuang took steps one by one, and her speed was very slow. Her face was equally solemn, without the slightest joy of being overjoyed. Xinyuehu looked at Kong Feishuang coming slowly, and smiled slightly from the burnt corners of her mouth, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"You are here!"

"I am coming!"

There is a very nutritious dialogue, but it is hard to understand. Kong Feishuang smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that we would end up like this for many years."

Xinyuehu also smiled softly. Back then, in Beijuluzhou, the two fell in love with the unrestrained Wuya at the same time. The two used all their tricks and methods to fight wits and courage. But in the end, the winner was so ridiculous.

"Where is your wedding on that day?"

"tomorrow!"

"Congratulations!"

Without questioning Xinyuehu's words, Kong Feishuang asked lightly: "Will your sweetheart come tomorrow?" Kong Feishuang's eyes flashed as she spoke, and I don't know if it was pity or hope in her deep eyes.

"The only one who comes to meet the bride on the colorful auspicious clouds is the demon. I hope he won't come tomorrow!" Xinyuehu didn't care about the upcoming fate tomorrow.

"I'm not as good as you!" After a long time, Kong Feishuang sighed softly and made the final judgment on the fight between the two. This statement refers to the efforts of Xinyuehu, and Kong Feishuang asked for it himself. If it were her, she would never ignore her life for Wuya. After all, she is a realistic woman.

Xinyuehu smiled indifferently and said, "We are all just dolls of fate. We are struggling in this world. What is victory, victory, loss, and loss, in the end, it's just a dream and empty flower drunk."

Kong Feishuang suddenly laughed and said, "Your tone looks like those monks."

"Is that true? It seems that after I stayed with Master Jueqing for a long time, I became more Zen. Maybe I will become a monk in the future and be with the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng."

Then there was a longer silence, and the two of them were speechless. No matter what they said, it could not hide a fact. Tomorrow noon is when Xinyuehu died, and even if Tangcheng came, it would not be able to change this fate.

The demon saint of the demon clan hated Tang Cheng to the core. The sacrificial platform looked open and unrestrained, but it was surrounded by heavy siege. As long as Tang Cheng stepped into it, he would be unable to escape and die, not to mention that the Demon Emperor Wutian's injury has been healed. He alone can kill Tang Cheng.

In the fierce battle, who cares about a little woman? Tomorrow, whether Tangcheng comes or not, Xinyuehu will die. This is why Kong Feishuang wants to visit her.

In Kong Feishuang's heart, this is the last side.

"Go along the way!" A whispered, Kong Feishuang turned around and left, unlike when she came. When she left, Kong Feishuang had a sense of panic.

Xinyuehu looked at the scorching sun above his head, then looked at the shadows under his feet, a hint of gentleness appeared in his eyes, and he whispered: "I may not be dead, Feishuang!"

Up the Jinwu Tower, Wuya looked through the window and looked at the Xinyuehu on the rooftop. His face was cold and hard, without any expression. But there was a churning flame in his heart. Tomorrow is the last day. Will his destined nemesis come?

The setting sun in the sea has always been the most beautiful, and this day is no exception. However, the increasingly tense atmosphere on Xianyin Island makes people breathless, and no one has the leisure and elegance to come to the hill on the west side to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Recently, many human monks wanted to leave here to take refuge, but were roughly stopped by the demon saints. In order to make the trap realistic, no one on the island is allowed to leave the island.

The only one who can leave is the dead.

A crescent moon shone through the rippling bay, and the faint blue starlight blurred everything that was strange in the day. Zhao Yinmei hid in the void, threw a cold glance at Xianyin Island, and said intimately: "That idiot actually has to rely on such a vow to restrain me Zhao Wushuang. He is so stupid that he has reached a certain level."

"Zhao Yinmei, if there was really that idiot named this name, it would be a pleasure." On that day, Zhao Wushuang was defeated by the Demon Emperor Wutian and had to surrender on the spot. However, he was a giant owl of the Demon Sect. How could a man who thought he wanted to become a Demon Lord surrender to the hands of others? As for the name of the Silver Eyes, it made him feel disgusting.

Wu Tian was also quite appropriate to prepare, and he had many real names. If Zhao Yinmei dared to betray him, Wu Tian could use the Liuyao divine calculation method and other divine calculation methods to find his place. At that time, there would be some ways to make him want to die.

But as a bastard, Zhao Wushuang was not unfamiliar with such means. He had already thought of a countermeasure. Even when he came out of the hidden space, his breath had also changed slightly. Zhao Wushuang always did things without any leakage. This is the key to why he could kill the other five inheritances of the Wuxiang Shenzong and dominate the position of the sect leader.

A cold glance at Xianyin Island, the owner of Feiyu Island, Zhao Wushuang flew silently to the deep sea, missing. Before he was sure to defeat Wutian, Zhao Wushuang would never appear in Middle Earth again.

Xue San Ren stood silently in the void. The blue starlight penetrated his body, but merged into the blood shadow and could no longer leave. Xue San Ren was like a blood-colored black hole, distorting and swallowing all the light around him, whether it was starlight or moonlight. Even at this time, Xue San Ren did not forget to practice, which shows his diligence.

From the lowest level of scattered cultivator to the supreme primordial cultivator, Xue Sanren walked along the corpses of countless people with unparalleled diligence and a little bit of luck.

He never cared about dignity. Because of this, Xuesan people decisively chose to betray the demon clan when they invaded the Southern League. For Xuesan people, living and practicing are the two goals of their lives, and all existences that are contrary to it will be abandoned.

The Neptune walked leisurely with the waves, as if the king was walking on the road paved with loess, heading towards his palace, full of confidence.

The Neptune stood there with her eyes low and silent. After a long time, the practice of Xue Sanren came to an end, and it was already the middle of the moon. He finally turned his head coldly and spoke.

"What's the matter?"

Since the disappearance of Monk Kūkai, Xue Sanren became more and more silent. Even if he spoke, there were only a few numbers. Aquaman didn't care, and smiled faintly and asked, "What do you think about the future?"

“Do we have a future?”

Although there are only six words, it expresses the despair of Xue Sanren to the fullest. The Sea King is indifferent to him. In the Southern League, they are the respectable Jiuzhen of the Southern League, and now, they are just outsiders and cannon fodders to the demon clan, while in the human clan, they are traitors.

In the battle between humans and demons, no matter which side wins, it will be of no benefit to them. But if the war is not extinguished, they have a greater chance of losing their lives.

In short, they are two people without a future. Now all this is to blame Wu Tian for his head. Aquaman never thought he would hate someone so much. However, Aquaman did not have the courage to resist the other party. Wu Tian's strength is beyond Aquaman's understanding.

"Let's leave! Go to the deep sea, where there is no desire or demand, and there is no need to be done, but no one forces us to fight." The Neptune stared at Xue Sanren with a fiery gaze, as if staring at his beloved lover.

Xue Sanren frowned, and he could not understand the other party's choice. The Nine Truths of the Southern League are all the same tragedy. As idle people without sects, they do not have advanced magic tricks or supreme artifacts.

No one, including Master Jueqing, Ji Wuzi, Shen Qiu and others, was confident that they could survive the four 49th heavenly tribulations. Those low-level monks looked at them with endless powers as if they were infinity, but in fact they were just dancers walking on the edge of the cliff, and could fall into the endless abyss at any time.

The Xue San people surrendered to the demon clan, and in addition to surviving their lives, they also had the meaning of magic tricks and artifacts used by the demon clan. However, the endless collection of Nalanda Temple was burned by the monks themselves.

The classics of Pudu Zen Buddhism were taken away in full. As for the demon clan themselves, they could not give their core classics to Xuesanren to read. In short, the days when Xuesanren surrendered to the demon clan, they did not get any favors that satisfies them, so betrayal was not at all psychologically burdened to him.
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