The night was desolate, with a cold moon in the sky, and the shadows of the trees looked like monsters and monsters.
Qingjun kept running south, surrounded by darkness. He had never been so afraid of the night. He couldn't see the front. He was scared and helpless.
He crossed one city after another, struggling in the long dark night. His wind control skills were too slow, and he could not get out of the night or reach the top of the mountain.
The sky gradually breaks, not with golden sunshine or white clouds, but with gray and colorless sky.
Qingjun's face turned pale, and the strength of his body seemed to be exhausted. He fell to the snow and got up again.
The sky finally dawned, and I could finally see the southern sky. There used to be endless snowy peaks there, but now I couldn't see anything. Was it still a long way away, or was he lost?
There was a vast expanse of white snow, all messy, but not a single complete snow peak. It seemed as if they had suffered divine punishment and were all split apart or collapsed.
Qingjun moved forward step by step, his feet seemed to have lost all feeling, and his enchanting red dress was eclipsed.
How could this happen? Where is Lingyun Zhidian? Where is she?
In the end, he didn't have the strength to stand up and let the ice and snow bury him. He was very unwilling to do so. He hadn't called her name yet, hadn't waited for her to look back at him...
"Young Master, please forgive me." Jiangxue asked the doctors to take Qingjun away. Although Qingjun was said to be vicious and vicious, hateful people must have pity.
The doctors immediately treated Qingjun. Qingjun was not seriously ill, he just collapsed and fell into a coma.
Qingjun woke up in a daze. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were unusually deep red. He only remembered one thing in his mind, she died on the top of the mountain.
"No!"
This scream frightened several doctors.
Qingjun's expression was distorted, his appearance was monstrous, and his red eyes seemed to kill people.
"Young Master..." The doctors were too frightened to speak and took two steps back with trembling legs.
"Get out!" Qingjun was in a violent mood and uttered one word in a hoarse voice.
The doctors immediately fled far away, and even Jiangxue did not dare to take a step forward.
Suddenly, there was a strange movement from behind.
Jiangxue's face changed slightly. Judging from his keen sense as a strong man, the person who came was also a strong one.
A large number of strong men and flying beasts chased one person.
"Qingying..." Jiu Ge looked at the ruins and finally stopped helplessly, even taking two steps back in disbelief.
They said that Hanyue Qiongying was buried at the top of Lingyun Mountain. He didn't believe it. How come she died at the top of Lingyun Mountain for no reason?
Seeing the familiar sunset, Jiu Ge's memory suddenly awakened, and he went back to yesterday's dusk. He forced her to the top of the sky, forced her to jump off the cliff, and the snow peak collapsed, as if he was buried with her...
"Your Highness, the people in front of you are from the Palace of Hell." Lei Sen reminded worriedly, and the queen said that she would kill everyone from the Palace of Hell without mercy, except Hanyue Qingjun.
Jiu Ge's eyes were empty and he couldn't hear any sound. He was lost in the blankness and moved forward step by step.
"Helian Jiuge, I'm going to kill you!" Qingjun drew his sword when he saw it, and rushed over madly and desperately, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Helian Jiuge.
"Your Highness! Be careful!" Lei Sen was shocked and immediately struck Qingjun with his palm.
Jiangxue's reaction was extreme, and her palm wind became even faster and sharper. Not only did she neutralize Leisen's palm wind, but she also knocked Leisen away.
Jiu Ge saw the sharp sword thrust towards him. Instead of avoiding it, a smile of relief appeared on his lips.
Whoosh!
There was a sound of scraping flesh and blood, and blood overflowed from his chest, spreading in large areas on his clothes.
Qingjun grasped the hilt of the sword. If he struck harder, the sword would pierce Helian Jiuge's heart.
Watching Helian Jiuge's life passing by in his hands, he was not as happy as he had imagined. All he could think of was her, and he could no longer tolerate any unnecessary hatred.
"...Please kill me." Jiu Ge remained motionless, as proud as he was, begging for help for the first time, waiting for the tip of the sword to take his life.
"You want to die? No! I won't let you see her! Maybe keeping you alive is your deepest pain..." Qingjun laughed crazily, pulled out his sword, threw it down, and turned to leave.
A drop of blood fell on the snow, especially bright red.
Jiu Ge's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and he finally fell to the snow.
"Your Highness!"
The entourage immediately helped Jiu Ge and treated him. After stopping the bleeding, he quickly returned to the imperial capital.