Lan Wu looked at Qing Ge, his heart seemed to be trembling.
The maid came back again and brought everything Lan Wu needed. Lan Wu put away his eyes and concentrated on extinguishing the green lotus fire on Lan Wuxin's cheek.
After such a long time, Lan Wuxin's entire face had been burned.
The flesh and blood were blurred and black, and the bones were deep in the wounds.
Lan Wu fainted from heartache.
Mei Qingchen walked slowly over and saw Lan Wuxin's miserable look, and looked at Qing Ge in disappointment.
"Ah Chen, hurry up, Wu Xin is about to die." Lan Wu said anxiously, his eyes filled with tears.
Mei Qingchen picked up Lan Wuxin and left quickly. Lan Wu followed behind and even fell down. The maid quickly helped Lan Wu up.
The other vampire guards took Qingge out.
Qing Ge lowered his eyes, revealing deep fatigue.
She followed the guards to the center of Longfeng Mountain, where her body was hung on a stone pillar.
The vines wrapped around her hands, and the other end hung on the stone pillar.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the cold breath fills Qingge's body.
From here, Qing Ge could see that countless innocent people tried their best to climb up Longfeng Mountain just to give her a ride.
But those people, her apostles, were all killed by Lan Wuxin's men.
Rivers of blood flowed.
This is Lan Wuxin's order.
Those who break into Longfeng Mountain will be killed without mercy!
Fen Que walked to a remote house, looked around, and finally found the brocade box in the wine jug.
He opened the brocade box and found that it was indeed a pill.
Lan Wuxin's incident alarmed his ancestors. At this time, Fen Que found his confidant and gave him the elixir.
This confidant was a young woman who had been following Lan Wuxin. She was regarded as a pawn placed by Fen Que in Lan Wuxin's place.
"Remember, you must take advantage of the chaos to deliver the elixir to the master of the Alchemy Palace, Xu Shuangfeng, along with my blood..."
Fen Que gave a bitter smile and lay on the bed. He put a huge transparent bottle aside with a large mouth.
Fen Que cut his wrist and poured the blood into the bottle.
"Don't let anyone know about your visit. After you take my blood later, send it to the alchemy palace. The blood must be sealed and no one will find it. You must tell the palace master,
It must be initiated by Ye Qingge, otherwise, please destroy my blood." Fen Que said the last word, coughing violently.
Fen Que turned around and walked outside. The scene outside the window could no longer be seen clearly. Heavy snow covered the desolate mountain.
Fen Que didn't know what the future would be like, he thought, he wouldn't be able to see it either.
He struggled and resisted, just not wanting his blood to flow into his ancestor's stomach.
Because of him, Mei Qingchen saved her life.
He had never told Mei Qingchen about this matter because they grew up together and had such a good relationship that they liked the same girl and wore the same clothes.
It's a pity that different ways don't work together.
He and Mei Qingchen were drifting apart, and their thoughts were at different levels.
Fen Que closed his eyes, and he could clearly feel the flow of blood.
As the blood flowed away, he shivered more violently, and his body seemed to be experiencing some kind of pain.
Fen Que tried his best to open his eyes wide. He still wanted to see this beautiful world and know about the heavy snowfall in the next winter.
He has been living like a year, he is Mei Qingchen's shadow.
He envied Ye Qingge's clear distinction between love and hate, which created her legend in this era of gatherings of heroes.
The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.
Snow covered Qingge, and her slender body swayed in the wind.
She wanted to summon the green lotus fire to warm her body, but her strength and consciousness became weaker and weaker.
She was hung on it for seven days. During these seven days, the vampires and the people from Netherworld Island were massacring the Four-Star Continent.
"Sister!" A figure appeared at the entrance of Longfeng Mountain. She was wearing a black shirt, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were as sharp as sharp blades, and she looked coldly at the vampires who blocked her way.
Countless vampires surrounded Ye Jingjing, and she was like a killing god. Wherever she passed, not a blade of grass grew, and corpses were everywhere.
She holds the ever-trembling Changhong Sword in her hand. The energy of the sword is like wind and the intention is like thunder.
The Changhong Sword, which should be righteous and awe-inspiring, is surrounded by black smoke, and the most evil aura in the world seems to be lingering in Longfeng Mountain.
Black clouds covered the sky and the earth, just like the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building, lightning flashed and thunder came, and the wind blew violently.
The sword rose and fell again, and fresh and bright red blood was spilled.
Ye Jingjing chopped off the heads of dozens of people with one sword, and directly broke the necks of those nearby with her other hand.
She smiled bloodthirstyly, licked her lips, and looked forward with her purple-black eyes.
The vampires looked at her in fear and involuntarily stepped back.
Ye Jingjing looked at Qingge and saw that Qingge was being tortured like this. Ye Jingjing roared to the sky, the ribbon that bound her hair shattered, and her black hair danced wildly in the snow and wind.
Ye Jingjing stamped her feet on the ground and ran forward, singing forward with a devastating force. The sword in her hand was unpredictable and magical.
Strips of black thorns as thick as an adult's body burst out from the cracks in the ground of Longfeng Mountain, entangling hundreds of vampires like sticky poisonous tongues.
Ye Jingjing swung her sword away, and in an instant, an earth-shattering sword intent appeared, like a fierce tiger coming out of the mountain, tearing the sky apart at extremely fast speeds, and striking at hundreds of people.
Hundreds of blood tribesmen turned into a rain of blood in an instant, accompanying the wind and snow.
Ye Jingjing dragged the blood-stained Changhong Sword and slowly walked towards Ye Qingge.
With every step he took, the Changhong Sword became darker.
Huge vines intertwined into a cage on Longfeng Mountain, and a pair of black wings appeared behind Ye Jingjing.
She swung her sword away, and the rope binding Qingge's hands broke, causing Qingge to fall to the ground.
The soles of Ye Jingjing's feet touched the ground, and her black wings were undulating. In an instant, she took her to the pillar, stretched out her hands and hugged Qing Ge.
Ye Jingjing wore a purple mask on her face. She looked down at Qing Ge in her arms. She was so cold and there was no trace of warmth in her body.
The man who was once as big as a mountain trembled in her arms.
Ye Jingjing gritted her teeth and clenched her hands tightly.
Tears flowed from her eyes and fell on Qingge's face.
If you look closely, you can see that the tears of Night Jingjing have been swallowed up by the singing Nether Flower.
"Sister, how could they do this to you!" Ye Jingjing's voice was young and hoarse.
Her throat was sore.
"Sister, don't be afraid, I will take you down the mountain and out of this hellish place."
Ye Jingjing picked up Qingge and walked towards the foot of Longfeng Mountain.
"Stop." A dark voice sounded. Ye Jingjing looked back and saw Mei Qingchen and Lan Wuxin walking out.
"My defeated general also wants to stop me?" Ye Jingjing sneered coldly.
"Then...what if it's me?"
As the sound sounded, Ye Jingjing turned her eyes and saw that at the entrance, Snake Burial was surrounded by four-star messengers, slowly approaching.
Ye Jingjing felt a little chilled.
Great spiritual master...
"Jingjing, leave quickly." Qingge said weakly, "You are no match for him, leave quickly."