Lan Wu looked at Qingge, and his heart seemed to be trembling.

The maid returned and brought everything Lan Wu needed. Lan Wu closed his eyes and focused on extinguishing the blue lotus fire on Lan Wuxin's cheek.

After so long, Lan Wuxin's entire face had been burned.

The flesh is covered in blood and black, and the wound is deep and the bones can be seen.

Lan Wu fainted in pain.

Mei Qingchen walked slowly, and saw Lan Wuxin's miserable appearance, and looked at Qingge in disappointment.

"A Chen, hurry up, Wuxin can't do it anymore." Lan Wu said anxiously, tears in his eyes.

Mei Qingchen picked up Lan Wuxin and left quickly. Lan Wu followed behind and fell. The maid quickly helped Lan Wu up.

The other blood guards took Qingge out.

Qingge lowered his eyes and showed deep fatigue.

She followed the guard to the center of Longfeng Mountain, and her body was hung on the stone pillar.

The vine wrapped around her hands, and the other end was hanging from a stone pillar.

The snow was getting more and more, and the cold breath filled Qingge's body.

From here, Qingge can see that countless innocent people tried every means to climb Longfeng Mountain just to send her a ride.

But those people, her apostles, were all cut off by Lan Wuxin's men.

Blood flows into a river.

This is Lan Wuxin's order.

Those who break into Longfeng Mountain will be killed without mercy!

Fenque walked to the remote house, looked around, and finally found the brocade box in the wine pot.

He opened the brocade box and it was indeed a pill.

Lan Wuxin's incident alarmed his ancestors. At this time, Fen Que found his confidant and handed the elixir to his confidant.

This confidant is a young woman who has been following Lan Wuxin, and is considered a chess piece that Fenque placed in Lan Wuxin.

"Remember, you must take advantage of the chaos to send the elixir to Xu Shuangfeng, the owner of the Alchemy Mansion, and my blood..."

Fenque smiled bitterly and lay on the bed. He placed a huge transparent bottle aside, with a large mouth.

Fenque cut a knife on his wrist and injected the blood into the bottle.

"Don't let anyone know what you have been here. After you take away my blood, you will send it to the alchemy house. The blood will be sealed. Don't let people discover it. You must tell the owner of the house.

It must be opened by Ye Qingge personally. Otherwise, please destroy my blood." Fenque said until the end, coughing violently.

Fenque turned his head and walked out. The scene outside the window was no longer visible, and heavy snow covered the desolate mountain.

Fenque didn't know what the future would be, but he thought, he couldn't see it either.

He struggled and resisted, but he didn't want his blood to flow into the stomach of his ancestors.

Because of him, Mei Qingchen saved his life.

He never told Mei Qingchen about this, just because the two grew up together and had a good relationship that they liked the same girl and wore the same clothes.

Unfortunately, the Tao is different and does not plan for each other.

He and Mei Qingchen gradually drifted apart, and their thoughts were at different levels.

Fenque closed his eyes and he could clearly feel the passing of blood.

As the blood flowed, his trembling became more and more intense, and his body seemed to be experiencing some kind of pain.

Fenque tried his best to open his eyes. He also wanted to see this beautiful world and know the heavy snow in the next winter.

He has been living like a year, and he is the shadow of Mei Qingchen.

He envied Ye Qingge's clear distinction between love and hate, and created her legend in this era of gathering heroes.

The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier.

The snow covered Qingge, and her slender body swayed in the wind.

She wanted to summon the blue lotus fire to warm her body, but her strength and consciousness became increasingly weak.

She was hung on it for seven days. During these seven days, the blood clan and the people from the Nether Island were slaughtering the four-star continent.

"Sister!" A figure appeared at the entrance of Longfeng Mountain. She was wearing a black shirt, frowned, and her eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade. She looked at the blood clan who was blocking her way.

Countless blood clans surrounded Ye Jingjing, and she was like a god of killing. Wherever she passed, there was no grass growing and her corpses were everywhere.

She held the trembling Changhong Sword in her hand, and the sword energy was like the wind and the meaning was like thunder.

The Changhong Sword, which should have been righteous, was filled with black smoke. The most evil aura in the world seemed to be lingering in Longfeng Mountain.

The dark clouds covered the sky and the earth, just like the storm coming and the wind filled the building, lightning and thunder roaring, and strong winds.

The sword rises and falls again, fresh and bright red blood is scattering.

Ye Jingjing cut off dozens of people's heads with a sword, and directly broke the neck of the person who was approaching with his other hand.

She laughed bloodthirstyly, licked her lips, and her purple-black eyes looked forward.

The blood tribes looked at her in fear and retreated involuntarily.

Ye Jingjing looked at Qingge and saw that Qingge was suffering such a torture. Ye Jingjing roared into the sky, her hair tied up shattered, and her black hair danced wildly in the snow and wind.

Ye Jingjing ran forward with her feet on the ground and sang forward with a swaying momentum. The sword was unpredictable and incredible in her hands.

Black thorns as thick as adults' bodies burst out from the cracks in the Longfeng Mountains, like sticky and poisonous tongues, entangling hundreds of blood tribes.

Ye Jingjing swung her sword, and in an instant, a shocking sword intent was like a tiger coming out of the mountain, tearing the sky apart at an extremely fast speed and slashing at hundreds of people.

Hundreds of blood clans turned into bloody rain in an instant, accompanied by the wind and snow.

Ye Jingjing dragged the blood-stained long rainbow sword and walked slowly towards Ye Qingge.

Every time I took a step, the Changhong Sword became a little darker.

The huge vines woven into a cage on Longfeng Mountain, and a pair of black wings grew behind Ye Jingjing.

She waved her sword, and the rope tied with Qingge's hands broke, and Qingge fell to the ground.

Ye Jingjing's feet were lit on the ground, and Mo Hei's wings were undulating. In an instant, she took her to the pillar and stretched out her hands to hug Qingge.

Ye Jingjing was wearing a purple mask on her face. She looked down at Qingge in her arms. She was so cold that she didn't have a trace of warmth on her body.

The person who used to be like a mountain shivered in her arms.

Ye Jingjing gritted her teeth and clenched her hands.

Tears flowed out of her eyes and dripped on Qingge's face.

If you look closely, you will find that Ye Jingjing's tears were swallowed by Qingge's Netherworld Flower.

"Sister, how could they treat you like this!" Ye Jingjing's voice was green and tender, and very hoarse.

Her throat was sore.

"Sister, don't be afraid, I'll take you down the mountain and leave this ghost place."

Ye Jingjing picked up Qingge and walked down Longfeng Mountain.

"Stop." A dark voice sounded. Ye Jingjing looked back and Mei Qingchen and Lan Wuxin walked out.

"The defeated general wants to stop me?" Ye Jingjing sneered coldly.

"What if it was me?"

As the sound rang out, Ye Jingjing turned her eyes and saw that at the entrance, the snake was buried surrounded by the four-star messenger and slowly approached.

Ye Jingjing felt a little chilled.

Great Spirit Master...
Chapter completed!