In Ye Mingxue's consciousness, there was a sudden feeling of fragmentation. This was because her magic weapon was being violently attacked by white light, and she felt the same.
Although activating two magic weapons at the same time was beyond the limit of ordinary people, she did not stop and still gritted her teeth and persisted.
Suddenly, her thoughts stopped, and her mind instantly became blank.
All connections with the magical artifact seemed to have disappeared.
Boom!
Her whole body was thrown several feet away by the sweeping air wave, and she fell heavily to the ground.
Wow!
Ye Mingxue spit out a mouthful of blood.
She only felt that her whole body was on fire, and all the muscles in her body seemed to be burned by the fire. All the strength in her body seemed to have dissipated.
However, she did not fall.
Ye Mingxue stood up and tried to rush towards the white light with difficulty, but was thrown far away by the powerful impact.
Collision again and again, but to no avail.
Instead, Ye Mingxue had numerous scars on her body. With her cultivation level, she couldn't even get close to the white light.
Finally, Ye Mingxue fell softly to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, and just watched Zhou Yuan disappear without a trace in the white light.
I don’t know how long it took, but the white light finally slowly returned to the sky.
The wind was light and the clouds were calm, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened. But a huge deep hole was left on the ground.
Silks of white smoke rose from the deep pit and dissipated invisible.
The world is still the same world, but Zhou Yuan is missing.
"How could this happen, how could this happen..."
Ye Mingxue seemed stunned, her empty eyes filled with tears, and she kept repeating this sentence.
The scene before her eyes made her unable to believe it. But all of this really happened.
Gradually, he also fainted.
When Feng Zeqian and others found Ye Mingxue, the place was already in a mess. And Ye Mingxue's body was mostly buried by the wind and sand.
Feng Zeqian and others suddenly understood what happened here.
He hurriedly sent someone to send Ye Mingxue back, while he himself was frantically looking for his son here.
The huge deep pit on the ground, the surrounding sand and stones were extremely hot, as if they had just been burned by fire.
But Feng Zeqian didn't flinch at all, and kept digging, trying to find Zhou Yuan, even if it was just a piece of clothing.
However, things backfired.
No matter how Feng Zeqian digs, there will still be sand and gravel under the sand and gravel.
Three days later, it rained for the longest time in the desert.
Rain falls from the sky and gathers into streams on the dry river bed, washing the desolate desert.
It seems that everything in the past is being taken away along the stream.
...
In the western continent far away from the Zulong Dynasty, there is a huge palace.
The entire palace is made of pure white stone.
The palace is tall and large, almost the size of Silver Snake City.
From a distance, this palace looks very sacred.
However, no one knew that under this seemingly sacred palace, the bodies of countless workers were actually buried.
This palace was made of the flesh and blood of common people.
The Cult of Hades killed all over the Western Continent and reduced all those who disobeyed the organization into slaves and turned them into laborers.
In the end, all the opposing voices turned into bones under the palace.
In front of the palace is a wide and long avenue.
There are many houses on both sides of the avenue.
On the throne at the deepest part of the palace, there was a man sitting.