At this moment, seen from a distance, the entire Tianlei Volcano was shrouded in strong light.
"Stop!" Suddenly, a voice came from far away.
However, the moment the sound rang out, the bright light suddenly burst out. The powerful air wave, with the volcano as the center, formed a ring shape, and quickly impacted the surroundings. Wherever it went, all the vegetation was transformed.
For nothing.
"Leng Xuan!" At this time, the person who came from a distance looked at the Demon Emperor standing upright in the air and said in a deep voice: "Where is Leng Xuan?" The latter looked back at him, with a slight hint of anger on his stern face.
Pale. "He is dead." The Demon Emperor said lightly.
"Dead?" Foluo looked dejected. He hurried all the way, but unexpectedly he was still a step late.
"I have obtained the things, and now that Leng Xuan is dead, I have finished what I have to do. Old friend, you can take care of yourself." After the words fell, the Demon Emperor did not stay any longer, unfolded his body and flew away into the distance.
At this time, in the volcano, Leng Er hugged the unconscious Yan Chengfeng and slowly climbed up. At the bottom of the volcano, Long Lingzi was urging his body to come. The terrifying power that Leng Xuan mobilized just now
, making him unable to move, and it was not until this moment that he rushed over.
"Where is Leng Xuan?" Long Lingzi asked anxiously, looking at Fo Luo on the top of the volcano. Fo Luo sighed softly, shook his head, and said nothing, but the meaning was already obvious.
"No... this is impossible..." Long Lingzi's eyes were red, and his old face was full of sadness. "I'm sorry." Fuluo said with a look of shame on his face: "I didn't expect the Demon Emperor to come to Tianlei Mountain.
"Long Lingzi sighed and said: "Everyone is dead, so what's the use of apologizing? A catastrophe in this foreign cultivation world is probably coming." Now the Demon Emperor not only killed Leng Xuan, but the murder weapon was also used by him.
If he succeeds, who else in the world can stop him.
Foluo said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will never stand idly by when something happens because of me." Long Lingzi's expression was gloomy. He was unwilling to say anything more. What he was thinking about now was how to go back and talk to the others.
Account.
"Where's the Lengxuan people?" At this time, Yan Chengfeng, who was seriously injured, slowly woke up and looked at the people in front of him and asked. However, Long Lingzi and the others were silent. From their expressions, Yan Chengfeng
Suddenly he understood, and all his words turned into a long sigh. "Farewell!" Long Lingzi uttered three words, and then took Leng Er and flew into the air. Leng Xuan died, and he must rush back to Xiuzhen immediately.
community, inform others of this matter.
Looking at Long Lingzi and Leng Er gradually walking away, Yan Chengfeng and Fo Luo's faces were filled with a trace of worry. They knew very well that from today on, the world of foreign cultivation would usher in a bloody storm.
In the blink of an eye, the clouds disappeared and three years passed.
For cultivators, three years is just a blink of an eye. However, for the secular world, three years is a hurdle in life. These three years are enough for many changes to occur, whether it is things or people.
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Beijing is still prosperous. On this day, banners and flower baskets were hung outside a five-story high-rise building in the DC area of Beijing, and the sound of firecrackers was heard all the time. On the top of the high-rise building, there was a large signboard that read '
In the company of Liyun Advertising Creative Co., Ltd., a slender and pretty girl ran into an office and said with a smile: "Sister Yun, the guests are almost here, what are you still doing?"