Zhu Yeyun and his party who were approaching the castle were startled when they felt the strong icy aura. Their steps quickened and they felt extremely uneasy.
Mu Qingfeng and others had a sullen face, as if something was blocked in their hearts. When they heard that Feng Xinglie was rushing towards the intersection of the Three Kingdoms, they guessed that there must be news about Youyue Wushuang, and followed him.
But, who else can exude such a cold breath now besides Feng Xinglie? What kind of thing can make him so cold? Could it be...
Thinking of this, Mu Qingfeng paused in her heart and immediately kicked this idea out of her mind. What kind of woman is Yue Wushuang? Nothing will happen to her, absolutely not!
The closer he got to the castle, the colder the air on his body became. Until a group of people came into view, his heart had never fluctuated so much...
The sad aura filled the air, and black mist surrounded the surroundings. All the guards had a layer of ice on their bodies, but they remained motionless, with the frost on their faces almost covering their faces.
"Avenge the emperor and empress, avenge the emperor and empress!" A chorus of voices rang out.
The guards, who were almost frozen into icemen, shouted loudly...
Zhu Yeyun, Mu Qingfeng, and Chi Lian Yunyue's feet stopped. When they heard the angry and powerful shouts, their hearts felt as if they were pierced by a sharp sword with a "swish" sound. It hurt, it hurt...
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The man holding the corpse was extremely calm, with his head lowered and resting on the ruined cheek, his eyes...
"Ah..." Among the crowd's shouts, an unprecedented scream sounded.
Who can resist the aura that soars to the sky? If the battle on the snowy mountain is unparalleled in despair, then this man is the devil incarnate in despair...
Heartache, anger, murderous intent, and all revenge exploded into the sky in an instant.
His wife is dead, his wife...the only person he cares about in this life...
Shuang'er, if you die, what will I care about? What's the point of living?
"Ah..." He raised his head and roared.
He looks like a wild wolf howling at night, his heart is broken and nothing can be exchanged for it...
"Bumping" the charred castle, constantly exploding.
The impact of that aura was so violent that even the guards standing next to him were knocked out.
Feng Lingye stood firm with a horrified look in his eyes. A red aura continued to emanate from Feng Xinglie's body, the aura of the devil of death, the devil...
"Feng Xinglie, hold your breath quickly..." For the first time, Feng Lingye called Wang without the utmost respect. If this continues, he will become possessed and become a devil...
Devils on earth, fighting to the death, endlessly...
Hatred! Anger! Explosion! Who can resist!
Zhu Yeyun's eyes widened in shock. Feng Xinglie's explosion shocked everyone, but the burnt figure in his arms made him feel even more distressed. The explosion in the entire venue shocked everyone.
They all know Wushuang's personality. She has always attached great importance to life. Yueshuo's whereabouts are unknown, and she has a loved one. If the other party hadn't forced her to a dead end, she would never have died together...
Seeing the scene here, one can almost imagine how angry she was at that time...
Yue Wushuang, Yue Wushuang...
I won't allow you to die, absolutely not...
I have been with you for a year and experienced everything. That period was the most beautiful time in these years. I don’t know when it started, but my disgust turned into my love. Even if you will be mine, I am willing to protect you with all my heart...
My heart will only stop on you, and it will stop on you forever, Yue Wushuang, I can't believe that you will die, I can't believe...
Everyone present, not only Zhu Yeyun, but also Mu Qingfeng and Chi Lian Yunyue, lost their hearts, but they knew that their love was destined to be unable to be expressed, and they were destined to just stand in the position of knights, and
She walked side by side...
"King..." Someone among the guards shouted in surprise.
Everyone's eyes fell on Feng Xinglie, and they were shocked. At that time, there was an unspeakable shock, and the scene was even more indescribable...
Feng Xinglie's roaring voice fell, and the black hair on his head automatically fluttered in the air without any wind. The black hair continued to turn silver from the roots, one by one, extremely obvious.
The color is gradually exaggerating, gradually changing, the silver light is shining, and it emits a strong cold air.
The hair seemed to be frozen, giving off a slight light...
In the blink of an eye, the black hair on that head turned silver, the dark red robe, the cold face, the blood-red eyes, that kind of posture, I think even Yama from hell would be frightened when he saw it!
"Feng Xinglie..." Feng Lingye shouted in a horrified voice. The silver hair and the aura that filled his body were shocking.
His blood-red eyes seemed to be possessed by a demon.
Silver hair was flying, teeth and claws were showing in the air, and no one dared to approach, let alone disturb.
Feng Xinglie closed his eyes, hugged the dark body, and put his head against hers, Shuang'er, go to sleep, I will sleep with you, sleep with you...
In the ruins of the old castle, a man with flowing silver hair sat in the ruins holding a burnt body. He closed his eyes, the aura on his body was exuding, but his expression was extremely comfortable...
The cold sky was very quiet, very quiet, and snowflakes slowly fell from the sky.
The white snowflakes fell on the silver hair and solidified, as if they were adding a touch of decoration to the silver hair...
Everyone stared blankly at the people in the ruins. No one left, no one made a sound, they just watched quietly, felt distressed quietly, and kept the sadness in their hearts.
Night and day, night and day, sleepless and sleepless, still no one moved even half a minute, as if everyone had turned into stone.
Four days passed, and the silver-haired Feng Xinglie finally made some movement.
"Your Majesty..." Xing Yan came over belatedly, and suddenly sank when he saw this situation.
Feng Lingye turned her head in a stalemate, her eyes almost filled with bloodshot eyes, and her cheeks were covered with cold air.
"Say." There was a bit of hoarseness in his voice.
"We found out that the person who built the castle is the Ghost King of Dongshan!" Xingyan said in a calm voice.